"I have money and railroads. Establish repair stations at all train stations and transport it to the front lines by train."
Louis's voice became unusually firm, "Even if one explodes, I won't feel heartache. Just six hundred Gold Coins, equivalent to the profit from selling two carloads of spices."
"But if a Knight like Lambert dies, or if a hundred youths like Grey perish, then that would be a loss the Red Tide cannot bear."
With all worries addressed, Louis looked at everyone present.
"Kosa, how long have you been practicing spears?"
"Fourteen years, Lord."
Louis pointed to the driver climbing out of the war chariot, an apprentice whose face was covered in oil, skinny like a monkey.
"His name is Bill, two months ago he was a farmer. But just now, he could beat you into a sieve with one hit."
These words completely shattered the last pride of the young Knights.
Many Knights present showed complex expressions in their eyes.
