kvmb Chapter 140 Suppressing Bandits
Chapter 140 Suppressing Bandits
"Suppressing bandits?"
"No, no, no, no! I'm not going!"
Why provoke them for no reason?
Upon hearing that Enko wanted to lead troops to suppress the bandits, Kant shook his head repeatedly. He was doing just fine here, why should he go and fight others?
"The Freedom Society is a headache for the royal family, and they wouldn't even look at my godforsaken place. If I went to attack them, wouldn't I just be asking for trouble?"
Enko frowned as he saw Kant refuse repeatedly. When Kant tried to leave, he grabbed his shoulder and pressed him down.
"You...what are you going to do?"
Kant was a little flustered. He couldn't beat this guy. These kinds of people who had been through thick and thin with swords were terrifying.
"Think about it carefully. Who exactly helped you get to where you are today?"
"You were able to become the city lord without the backing of my Sand Gold Gang. With your status as a fallen nobleman, you would never have been able to do so!"
"I hope you understand that just as we can send you up, we can also bring you down."
"The order to suppress the bandits wasn't mine; it was the Sand Gold Gang, understand?"
Enko suddenly brought his face close to Kant's, with only a fist's width between them. Every time Enko spoke, Kant's body would tremble.
"But......"
"No buts. If you can't do this job well, then you don't need to be in this position anymore."
"Don't be nervous. After it's all over, I'll find a few beautiful women to make you feel good. Besides, you can also use this bandit suppression as an opportunity to spread the word. Maybe the royal family will even give you a reward."
"If it works, there will be benefits! If it doesn't, you'll suffer!"
"Understand?"
Under Enko's coercion and enticement, Kant finally agreed. He had no choice; although he seemed to have a lot of power as the city lord, he was just a puppet of the Sand Gold Gang. He might be polite on ordinary days, but if these guys really started fighting, Kant wouldn't dare to confront them.
"I understand, I'll organize the men right away."
"very good."
"Pleasant to work with."
..............
"Really...why bother suppressing bandits?"
"Damn, you know what? I was planning to go to the West Pavilion to have some fun, but then they suddenly conscripted me and dragged me here."
"Stop talking, stop talking! The officer is here."
On the training ground in Kurta, one of the least frequently used buildings in Kurta, a group of people who looked like soldiers were gathered here.
Why do I say "appears"? Because these guys don't look like soldiers at all. They all look lazy and listless, as if they've been drained by wine and women. If this were a country's regular army, then that country wouldn't be far from its demise.
However, like general, like soldiers, so it's not surprising that such a unit would emerge under Conte's leadership.
Ta da~
A man in full armor walked up to the group of soldiers. Looking at them, he called out "Quiet!" but he didn't seem very enthusiastic.
Even so, the officer's command was quite effective, and the noisy soldiers quickly quieted down, though they, like their officer, still looked listless.
"Sir, why are we going to suppress bandits?"
One soldier suddenly spoke up and asked a question, and then everyone else turned their attention to their superior.
"Who the hell knows? Anyway, it was the city lord who gave the order."
The officer also looked very annoyed. Well, they usually lived such comfortable lives. They didn't need to train, the city lord didn't care about them, they just had to go through the motions every day, they were paid without working, and they were having fun in all kinds of brothels and taverns. They lived a very comfortable life.
Hearing that it was the city lord who gave the order, the soldiers were dissatisfied, but they could only obediently do as he said. As the officer gave the order, everyone began to put on their equipment and prepare to set off.
However, just putting on the equipment took a lot of time, and everyone was dawdling. You can imagine how ineffective such a unit would be.
Kurta is a small city with no important trade routes or distinctive products. In addition, its remote location has resulted in a very underdeveloped economy and a small population of only tens of thousands of permanent residents.
Kurta's usual garrison strength is around 1000. Apart from some soldiers left to guard the city and maintain order, this expedition has gathered more than 400 people.
The expeditionary force consisted mostly of infantry, with cavalry making up only about 100 men. However, they were quite confident, as the information from above indicated that the enemy was just a group of rebel bandits, numbering only a few hundred, and had little fighting power except for their numbers.
Although they are not well-trained, they are still regular soldiers, and it is virtually impossible for untrained people to defeat them.
Just as they were about to set off, another group of strangers arrived from a distance.
"hello!"
The greeting surprised the soldiers present, because it was none other than the Sand Gold Gang, the largest gang in the area.
Upon seeing that large group of thugs, the soldiers did not show any particularly strong emotions; to be precise, there was not much antagonism between them.
The soldiers looked at them strangely, wondering why these guys had suddenly come here.
However, the soldiers' commander was not surprised by this scene. As the group approached, he immediately nodded to the one-eyed man in the lead.
"They will be working with us from now on."
The soldiers were taken aback by these words. Although they had a decent relationship with these thugs, they were ultimately on opposite sides in terms of social standing...
"You should keep a low profile..."
Seeing the smirking face of Shas, the officer frowned, gave a stern reprimand, and then turned around and said loudly:
"Next are some points to note."
"one.........."
The officer read aloud as if reading from a script, while the soldiers listened listlessly. What they didn't notice was that a cloud of sand was drifting in from somewhere not far above them.
Looking at the hundreds of people lined up in a queue, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out from the sandstorm:
"There are enemies."