His tone shifted subtly, no longer casual curiosity but logistical scrutiny.
"If each soldier consumes an average of twenty rounds per day during training alone, that is four hundred bullets daily for a unit of twenty. Combat consumption would exceed that. Even conservatively, we estimate over one hundred and forty bullets per soldier per week. So, for starters, atleast 3000 bullets every week."
He set the cup down softly.
"The numbers escalate quickly as more and more people join the regiment. Can you handle such an order alone?"
The tent felt smaller.
Kiara did not answer immediately.
Not because she doubted her ability.
But because she was calculating.
Two thousand eight hundred rounds per week for twenty men.
One hundred forty-five thousand six hundred per year.
Twenty silver coins per bullet.
Twenty-nine thousand one hundred twenty gold coins annually.
And that was only twenty soldiers.
If expanded to one hundred...
