"General? Did you hear me?"
Seeing that Robson wasn't replying, Noon asked again.
Robson came back to his senses. He looked at the undisciplined troop before him and fell into deep thought.
'Where did Noon get the confidence to think this army is ready for the battlefield?'
Before the war broke out, most armies of the Frank Kingdom and the Beastman Empire might not have been much better than this one.
But the war had been raging for nearly a year and a half now. What troops, having survived a year-long war, weren't the best of the best?
To put it bluntly, if this unit were sent to the front lines, they wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder.
"Noon, perhaps you don't yet understand the situation on the battlefield.
This unit... probably doesn't meet my standards," Robson said bluntly.
"Huh? My lord, these Soldiers are the best of the best!"
As he spoke, Noon even leaned closer to Robson's ear.
"Let me tell you a secret. Many of these men have killed before.
