Lancelot stepped onto the command flatcar—once a cattle wagon, now transformed into a mobile headquarters. A large map of southern Francois territory had been nailed to the interior wall. Colored pins marked rail junctions, river crossings, telegraph lines, and suspected rebel strongholds.
Alicia was already inside, poring over the logistics manifest with a pencil between her teeth.
"We're sending food ahead to the villages," she said, looking up. "Civilians along the route will either welcome us or at least not resist. If we feed them, they'll remember."
"Clever as ever," Lancelot replied.
"The mobile field kitchens are ready," she continued. "Pulled on flatbeds, steam-fed, built with quick-deploy chimneys. We can feed two thousand men in a single sitting per train."
Montiel tapped the map. "We'll need to secure the Rhône River bridge near Orange. That's the choke point."