With the grand fleet having set sailed British force would need to be supplied with more material and of course fresh men. Though the factories could not do the latter however they could do the first, 10,000s worked in the factories to replace the expected loss. Halifax estimated material losses to be no more then percent, Minster of war Harrison turned to general Stern for a more arcuate number, this lead to the 30 percent material loss this was acceptable yet production would be needed to be increased to ensure this as such prisoner for reduced sentences would work in the factories, though this lead to an increase of theft the extra bodies allowed for the factories to be worked 24/7 once the proper training was in place, even better the Prime minster sore this as a way to give them life skills they can use post prison. Stern though sore this program was decent but he knew that it could not be expanded to those who where more severe crimes, this lead to his ideas of penal legions, now of course these would be voluntary of course they get reduced sentences, they wouldn't be much combat use but if trenches needed digging, marshes needed clearing or any work that just need strong men and women to be thrown at then these penal legions could work.
“Gentlemen, Comrades, Friends of the 23rd Division.” General Adam Saunders’s Voice boomed as he spoke into the microphone. On both sides of him on each side of the stage stood large speakers that brought his voice to the very back of the massive crowd that stood in front of him. He looked over the crowd and at the men that would surely put everything on the line today.
“Today, We are about to embark on a Great Journey, a journey to destroy evil and bring the light to North Osea once again. For too long has this Dark Sheep of our beloved Region stood, against the test of time, in remission and hateful isolation. Throughout the past few years the dream of destroying this parasite… this sorry excuse… has grown in our hearts and minds. And now, we must take action.
You already know this, that's why you are here. To destroy evil. To purge the grounds it rests upon and bring its whole spiteful establishment down with it. Our Bullets shall hit the hearts of this Devil Worshiping Inferiors, Our Artillery shall turn their fortresses into rubble, Our Advance shall sweep over their inevitable retreat, Our nation shall triumph and they shall be placed under our boot- to be Liberated, and reborn.
We have much to gain, men. For if we fail, and perish on the impending battlefields, we lay open. So let's give these son’s of b*tches a fight they won't get up from.” The General’s Voice echoed as the crowd of soldiers let out a “Oooorah '' in Unison. General Saunders looked over the crowd once more- filled with happy, cheering men. The aura in the air was happy, like the start of a grand adventure was just beyond the horizon. At dawn they would set out for Gothilum, for a crusade against Evil.