An army would only listen if it had supplies, and it would only fight if it was paid. One couldn't expect the armies in the Nameless World to have much of a sense of duty. That kind of conviction would have to be instilled in them later to have any effect.
Procuring supplies was a challenge.
But Fang Zhen didn't fear a challenge.
"Leave the supplies to me. The army marches tomorrow. First, we'll go to the Ashton Territory. I will have the supplies gathered within six days," Fang Zhen said.
"My lord, while the Ashton Territory is relatively abundant in produce, it just suffered a war. It can't possibly provide enough supplies to support five thousand soldiers..." Matthew said, suddenly worried.
"Don't worry. I have a plan," said Fang Zhen.
"B-but, even if you can procure the supplies, my lord, that doesn't solve the issue of whether the other nobles will truly submit to you," Matthew continued.
"I can solve that at the same time." Fang Zhen didn't see it as much of a problem.
