Simon, to be honest, still didn't fully trust the prisoner army. Even after spending the entire morning patrolling among them to get accustomed to their presence, Simon couldn't bring himself to trust them completely.
Unlike the elite Imperial soldiers, the prisoner army was nothing more than a group of farmers. Aside from the calluses from years of scythe work and their natural brute strength, the prisoner army wasn't particularly effective at applying the Empire's military doctrines.
Still, according to the plan, the prisoner army was to act as nothing more than cannon fodder. Even someone like Simon, whose heart had slowly hardened over time, couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for their fate.
The prisoners were humans too. They had families, elderly mothers waiting for their return. Like Simon, they had been dragged to the frontlines to protect their families.