The workers from the textile workshop are tasked with uniformly patching and producing composite armor.
The division of labor is clear and orderly!
Lynn felt a sense of satisfaction.
While observing, the foreman of the Blacksmith Workshop, Ehrelo, strode out from inside the workshop.
Ehrelo came before Lynn, bowed, and respectfully said, "Master."
Lynn glanced at Ehrelo and directly asked, "Ehrelo, do you know how many soldiers there are in the territory now?"
Ehrelo's expression showed a slight surprise.
A moment later, he hesitantly replied, "Master, is it one thousand five hundred?"
Lynn shook his head, "Soldiers plus guards, there are two thousand in total."
"However, up to now, at least six to seven hundred soldiers have yet to wear armor!"
"It's fortunate that no hostilities have broken out yet. If there were to be a battle, soldiers without armor protection would simply be sitting ducks!"
