Oleg, who had increased the number of his subordinates, came up with a proposal for the future. Situations where armed resistance of all vampires might be required, or a general attack like the recent one, could repeat in the future. And therefore, it was necessary to organize not only the everyday security, which he was dealing with, but also clearly establish mobilization rules for all vampires.
"You're saying something wise, Oleg," Alexander, who, like everyone else in the camp, was in a slightly gloomy state of mind due to the smell of blood in the air, couldn't understand at first what his friend wanted from him.
"We need an army, Sasha (Alexander). An army!"
"But it seems like we're not planning to fight anyone."
"Exactly! That's the most important thing. We're not planning to, and we don't have anyone to fight. For now!"
Oleg raised his index finger.
"But imagine if tomorrow we had to fight again. Look for volunteers again? Or hold a meeting and convince everyone that they need to go fight now?"
"And what's so bad about that?" the vampire looked puzzled.
"You can't be so...," Oleg hesitated, "you can't be so relaxed about it."
"And what do you suggest?" Alexander understood what Oleg was talking about.
Freedom was good only until they started eating you. And if you wanted to avoid becoming someone else's dinner, then you had to part with some of your freedoms.
"Appoint Leonid as the commander of our army. We don't need to create the army itself. Let him have a few guys under his command. And now let him be responsible for weapons and armor in the warehouses. As well as for mobilization and the organization of those mobilized into the army when necessary. Well, maybe let him conduct military drills. There just needs to be a rule. If we need an army at hand—declare martial law and mobilization, dress, arm, and go into battle. Everyone's happy."
All that was left was to agree to this proposal. True, there were still some details to be discussed and Leonid's consent to be obtained, but everything was correct. People's assemblies couldn't be held when the existence of the species was threatened. There was a reason why the concept of "martial law" existed in all countries that wanted to continue their existence as independent entities.
"And another thing. Start thinking about how you're going to get blood for my guards," Oleg threw in as he left the tent.
Indeed, it was worth thinking about. The rule of personal hunting introduced by Alexey Gennadievich began to interfere in conditions of emerging division of labor and organization. It turned out that people engaged in public utility work had less free time for hunting than those who were only concerned with their well-being.
Deciding to carefully consider all the nuances at a slightly later time, Alexander simply ordered Semyon to organize a service for collecting, storing, and distributing blood. Understanding the idea, he also left.
By dawn, Konstantin arrived and reported that they had finished with the trophies. In the camp, there were only wagons with vans and some amount of food that they considered unfit.
"Why didn't we burn everything like before?"
"What's the point? In the first camp, we burned the wagons along with the soldiers' bodies, using them as firewood. And here we dragged the bodies into the woods and left them for the beasts. Let the first caravan that finds them deal with the wagons. The stuff is good quality."
"Well, let it be so."
And in the middle of the day, Alexander was awakened and puzzled by the news of people in one of the stops on the road. Soon the influx of trade caravans, heading north and back, was supposed to begin, and the workers hired by the local baron were arranging the resting places.
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