Chapter 495 Mercenary
“Hey!”
Doug waved the shovel vigorously and loaded a shovel of coal into the bed of the coal truck next to him.
This burly man in his thirties looked very different from his previous appearance as a mercenary captain.
When Doug was the captain of a mercenary team, he had long shawl hair. Although his face was unshaven, he had a rugged charm. His eyes with brown pupils shone sharply all year round. People who look at him for the first time often think of birds of prey such as falcons. His years of adventure and combat have made him once so confident and even arrogant, stubbornly believing that good luck always accompanies him.
But now Doug's original unruly long hair has disappeared, replaced by an ordinary round-inch hairstyle, the beard on his face has been shaved clean, and his eyes can no longer be seen as sharp. It's like the light of an eagle, but it gives people the somewhat dull and numb feeling of an old farmer who has been farming all his life, the feeling of not seeing the slightest hope and living like this all his life.
In front of Doug, or around him, there are piles of mountain-like coal. Doug’s daily task is to knock these mined coals into the delivery carriage. No powerful force is required. His martial arts skills do not require any fancy moves. His daily action is to swing the shovel over and over again.
These mountains of charcoal seem to never be finished. Every time a pile of coal is loaded, more coal will be shipped out of the mine and piled into a new mountain of charcoal.
The dark charcoal mountains one after another seemed to be taller and more majestic than the tall and majestic Rocky Mountains in the distance. Doug could not see any hope of overcoming the past, and it was like a huge cage that held him tightly. He will be locked up in this place until all his remaining life is exhausted.
Those turbulent years in the past can only be reappeared in dreams. In dreams, he was still the mercenary leader who drank heavily and ate large amounts of meat every day, until the sound of gunshots and cannons The sound woke him up.
Sometimes he would secretly assume that in the past few years of his life, if he had not accepted the employment of the Aldo nobleman named Emerson, he would not have fallen into the situation of being a prisoner in the Northwest Bay, but this assumption also What's the use?
Who would have thought that the Northwest Gulf would have such powerful weapons and such a powerful army?
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"Mercenary?"
Paul looked at his chief of staff and asked doubtfully.
Schroeder made Paul an offer that surprised him.
“Yes, mercenaries!”
Schroeder nodded, “And it’s the mercenary group from the corner of the bay.”
His right hand slightly Yang raised, "The locals! Their hometown is Jiaowan. They are familiar with everything there. The climate and geography have been adapted to them since childhood. They also know what can and cannot be eaten in the wild. The most important thing... "
The elderly knight smiled and said: "We don't have to bear too many obligations to the mercenaries, and we can save a lot of allowances and pensions. "
"That's a good idea."
Schroeder suggested that Paul should be enlightened.
He said: "You mean, we spend a sum of money to hire a mercenary group in Jiaowan, and just tell them the mission, and let them handle the logistics and supplies themselves. "
Schroeder nodded again, "That's basically it, Master Graiman."
"Okay!" Paul was happy, "I will send someone to Jiaowan. Find the right mercenary.”
"Wait a minute, Lord Grayman." Schroeder stopped him.
"Huh? Why?"
"Actually, you don't have to put in a lot of effort to find a mercenary group. There is one..." Schroeder said with a smile, "There should be two. The Horn Bay mercenaries are in our northwest bay." Paul frowned and asked, "Which lord hired them? Or are they doing something bad? If it's the latter, then I have to send people to eliminate them. "
"No no!" Schroeder shook his head, "They are not doing anything bad now, but in fact they have been eliminated by you. These mercenaries are all under your control. In the labor camp that was founded.”
"Huh?" Paul didn't know why.
Seeing that Paul didn't think about it, Schroeder had to explain to him, "Lord Graiman, do you remember the Assault War?"
"Of course!" This was the end. Not a few years.
"During that war, we encountered two mercenary teams. They were hired by Maltz Kent from the south to deal with us."
Paul suddenly understood and patted the table. , "I remembered."
Schroeder: "The members of one mercenary group are good at using longbows, while the personnel of the other mercenary group are more balanced."
Paul: "Yes, yes, that's true. They all They have become our prisoners and are now being sent to different places for labor reform."
Schroeder suggested: "According to our interrogation, most of them are from Jiaowan. This group of people, gather them together again, use our equipment - I mean cold weapons such as swords and shields - to arm them again, and then send them to Jiaowan to fight for our interests in order to redeem themselves. Clean up the crimes they committed against us in the Assault War."
Paul nodded secretly in his heart, Schroeder's suggestion really hit his heart.
These captured mercenaries have rich combat experience and are familiar with the local area. Where can they find such good ready-made consumables.
However, he suddenly thought of a question.
"Schroeder, what if they get out of control when they arrive at Cape Bay? Do we still have to send troops to Cape Bay to arrest them?"
Chief of Staff He blew out a smoke ring happily, squinted his eyes and said, "Don't worry about their loyalty. There is a good way to solve it."
Paul: "What way?"
Schroeder: "Make them your slaves."
Paul was a little confused: "But they are my de facto slaves now."
Schroeder: "Haha, Mr. Graiman, I mean using Jiaowan's method - on their bodies Brand your unique mark."
Paul: "Brand?"
At this time, La Di, who had been silent, interrupted the discussion, "Master Graiman, if there is a If a slave with a brand dares to betray his master, he will be arrested by those who see him, and then returned to his master. It is the master's right to punish him however he wants. "
After hearing this, Schroeder nodded and said to Paul: "Yes, it's what Advisor Setia said. These people were captured by you during the war. According to the customs of the Horn Bay, they should be treated according to their circumstances. They are all your slaves. As long as other people in Horn Bay know their relationship with you, these mercenaries will not be able to stand up.”
(End of this chapter)