Raylo thought back on his time commanding the Allied Air Cavalry Corps.
The flying mounts of the Northern Lords were a chaotic mix: Griffins, Horned Eagles, Giant Bats, and Flying Serpents... a total hodgepodge.
In battle, the coordination between these different species of Flying Magical Beasts was abysmal. Some were even hostile toward one another due to their conflicting natures.
The Knights had to devote a great deal of energy to pacifying and controlling their mounts, severely hampering their combat effectiveness.
'A truly powerful aerial cavalry corps could never be a motley crew thrown together like this.'
An idea struck him like a bolt of lightning.
'Black Stone Territory's aerial corps can't be a motley army thrown together like this.'
'Numbers are important, of course, but standardization and coordination are the true force multipliers.'
