The barracks produced soldiers at a rapid pace, but with forty thousand troops to requisition, it still took a full day to assemble the entire army.
'Producing at least forty thousand soldiers in a single day…'
"Tsk tsk." Isaac gazed at the spectacular army before him and shook his head in amazement. 'To possess such a priceless treasure and still run the kingdom into this sorry state... truly... that takes a special kind of talent!'
By the time the soldiers were mustered, it was already midnight. A bright moon hung high in the sky, its light scattering across their Iron Armor and glinting with countless points of cold, terrifying light.
"Can you command them?" Isaac asked Smith, glancing at the expressionless army.
