Ron swallowed his saliva. He had never managed a baggage train and basically never entered a warehouse. Now that he suddenly saw such a huge storage of weapons, he was naturally a little shocked.

"This is too much." Ron couldn't help sighing.

"Sir Ron, according to your military order, you can pick anything you want from the arsenal." Spencer has received Art's order to allow the task force to pick any weapons and armor they need from the arsenal.

Ron slapped his mouth, sucked back the saliva from the corner of his mouth, took out a list of supplies from his arms and handed it to Spencer.

Spencer took the list of supplies and read: "A broad sword and a short sword, a set of half-mail mail, a dagger, a set of cotton armor, a complete set of boots and bags, a hand crossbow, and crossbow arrows

"Thirty"

"These are the standard weapons and armor for each task force soldier. You prepare thirty-two sets. If the task force still needs it, I will let them pick it up on their own." Ron said.

Spencer recalled the arsenal's reserves for a long time and replied: "Sir Ron, we can collect other weapons and armor arsenal, but we only have eight hand crossbows. These things are of little use, so caravans rarely buy them.

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"Then use a small crossbow instead."

Spencer nodded, handed the list to an accompanying baggage team official, and asked him to take the baggage soldiers into the warehouse to select and prepare. Then he asked carefully: "Sir Ron, what are you going to do this time?"

Look at the thirty or so of you guys training some weird stuff all day long."

Ron glanced at Spencer and replied: "You will naturally know when the time comes, but you'd better not ask about it now. If you don't know, don't ask more."
Chapter completed!