My Players Are So Fierce-Chapter 416

Chapter 416: Governor of Transia? Bah, What’s the Point of Ruling Over a Bunch of Thugs, Vagrants, and Criminals?

“Special forces! Assemble!”

The harsh shouts and assembly whistles echoed through the military camp at the Pioneer Fortress in East Prussia.

In this dark moment before dawn, following a series of curses and the sound of boots trampling, the special task force composed entirely of young officers assembled within minutes. By the time Marshal Loren arrived with his deputy General Soros and the Marshal’s Guard, these energetic young men had even cleaned the last speck of dust from their boots.

The short Marshal, who was strict with both himself and others, carried his hands behind his back. Beside him, a sturdy dwarf guard carried his Marshal’s battle axe, which combined both practicality and dignity, following the Marshal step by step during the inspection of the barracks.

Colonel Frayzer, standing at the front of the crowd, felt his heart leap to his throat when he saw General Soros touch the top of the door with his white-gloved left hand.

However, the still-clean glove indicated that the officers under the Colonel’s command hadn’t been lazy with their housekeeping duties. They had perfectly fulfilled the Colonel’s high standards for maintenance work.

“Not bad.”

General Soros nodded with satisfaction yet critically, while giving his son standing in formation a fierce glare, forcing poor Major Ron to straighten his back even more, refusing to show any weakness in front of his father.

However, considering he had already been appointed as the second-in-command of the vanguard force, his general father’s strict requirements were understandable, they couldn’t let the young Carpe family look down on their Soros family members.

“Commanders, today you will leave the safety of the fortress, taking your assigned soldiers and those foolish and pathetic old servicemen to Transia to fulfill the war duties bestowed upon you by His Majesty.”

Inside these barracks, Marshal Loren’s axe-like gaze swept across those before him as he said in a deep voice:

“You must always remember!

You are warriors of the Pioneer Army, and even in the vampires’ corrupted lands, you must maintain the dignity and majesty of being soldiers of the kingdom.

I must emphasize to you that I have had several indirect confrontations with Governor Murphy of Transia, and I must admit that vampire sissy has some ability.

He is a formidable opponent!

As for whether he’s a qualified ally, that’s for you to verify yourselves.

Before your departure, I must once again emphasize your duties in Transia.

You must remember that you are the Goldflower Kingdom’s supporters assisting Transia in the Black Plague War, not the main attackers. Your duty is not to charge at the front protecting vampire property, but to ensure the threat of the Black Plague doesn’t spread to kingdom territory at the fastest speed.

To achieve this, you must protect your command authority as you would protect your head and heart. You cannot allow vampires to interfere with army command, much less obey all orders they issue.

You need to always prioritize the kingdom’s interests.

Secondly, you cannot reside in the barracks the vampires prepare for you. You must use your military talents to choose camping grounds for the pioneer detachment.

This is how to ensure maximum independence.

But I’m not requiring you to resist Governor Murphy’s orders.

I’m just reminding you to remember your position, though when situations deteriorate to the extreme, when facing the gnolls who are the common enemy of all forces on the continent, cooperation with vampires can be acceptable!

Finally, and most importantly.

You are the eyes of His Majesty and the Pioneer Army. In the great battle about to take place in Transia, you must collect sufficient intelligence for His Majesty and the army.

Not just about the gnolls and Black Plague, but also about the forces under the Transia Governor’s command and the combat systems of the Winter Wolf Legion who will fight alongside you.”

Marshal Loren said in a deep voice:

“The Goldflower Kingdom and the northerners of Nordtov must eventually fight, and our sole mission as soldiers is to make all preparations before war breaks out! Do you all understand?”

“Yes, Marshal!”

The over 30 young officers in the barracks responded in unison.

That unique vitality and eagerness of young people mixed together to form a very aggressive atmosphere, which greatly satisfied Marshal Loren.

He believed the best soldiers and commanders should be exactly like this.

Never admitting defeat, never retreating, always maintaining drive and fighting spirit.

“Everyone, the army has provided you with enough supplies to sustain one month in Transia. A logistics officer will lead a professional team to act with you, and your supplies, ammunition, and weapons will be transported after you set up camp in Transia.

The Marshal has prepared an elite artillery unit to help you defend your post. I hope you make good use of the Pioneer Army’s proud force.”

General Soros beside Marshal Loren carried his hands behind his back and said loudly:

“However, I must add something about the former border army soldiers you’re about to escort to Transia. Although my next words will be somewhat crude, I believe this is the perfect description of them.

You must remember, these fellows aren’t soldiers at all!

They’re a mix of hooligans, criminals, and cowards, the most despicable scoundrels the human race can produce. You can never expect them to show courage or fighting spirit at any time.

In my view, they’re not even as good as the blood servants of Transia.

At least blood servants know to be loyal to their masters.

But these scoundrels’ connection to loyalty is simply an insult to these two words. They are undoubtedly burdens of the kingdom, garbage that needs to be disposed of! Throwing them into Transia’s Black Plague battlefield can undoubtedly let these pathetic scoundrels make their final and only contribution to this continent.

The Marshal and I are not asking you to reform them or command them.

You only need to bring these scoundrels into Transia and hand them over to that vampire governor, then you need not concern yourselves with the fate of these scum anymore.

I trust the vampires’ foundation and creativity in this aspect, they will ultimately choose the most suitable ending for these good-for-nothing fellows.

Do you have any other questions?”

“Yes! General.”

An officer in formation raised his hand and asked loudly:

“I heard from Military Intelligence that the northerners have already beaten us to returning their captured armed blood servants to Transia. They predictably added plenty of criminals and scum among them. Their numbers are many but there are few people in Transia.”

“What exactly are you trying to say? Lieutenant Bob!”

General Soros impatiently rebuked:

“Get to the point! Your father wasn’t this talkative when he served with me.”

“Uh, General, what I mean is”

The lieutenant named Bob helplessly maintained the most standard military posture and asked:

“If Transia’s governor’s small government has already been overthrown by the northerners’ criminals and hooligans, or if those thugs have made it precarious, should we provide help based on humanitarian principles?

Or should we take advantage of the chaos to take down the so-called Crimson Citadel in one fell swoop and plant King Louis’s sacred banner on Transia’s soil?”

This question triggered a burst of laughter, leaving General Soros somewhat helpless. Marshal Loren also shook his head, these young people from military noble families seemed a bit too optimistic.

It appears the long-term domestic propaganda about the Portia Federation being weak and easy to bully had made these young people truly believe the Transia barbarians were pushovers.

This wasn’t good.

With such an attitude entering Murphy’s territory, these young people would definitely end up badly bruised.

The dwarf Marshal initially planned to severely reprimand these fellows.

But then he had another thought, there were still over 3 months until the Black Plague outbreak. Letting these young people take a hard hit in Murphy’s territory was better than letting them enter the Black Plague with such pride.

Young people are always unwilling to admit defeat.

They won’t abandon their naive yet stubborn worldview until they crash headfirst into cold reality, and breaking others’ illusions leads to resentment. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Rather than doing it himself, better let that vampire sissy do it.

After all, he’s not from the Goldflower Kingdom, he doesn’t need to consider the intricate and deeply rooted forces and backgrounds behind these young people that even made Marshal Loren somewhat wary.

Ah, military nobles are still nobles. They are more bellicose and thirstier for victory than ordinary nobles, which destined them to be much harder to deal with than ordinary nobles.

Even though Marshal Loren himself was also a member of this group, he had to admit that when military nobles banded together, even King Louis had to be cautious.

But whether as an elder’s supervision or a superior’s duty, Marshal Loren felt he should give these fellows a reminder.

So after the speech ended, the Marshal summoned Frayzer, the commander of the military observation group, to his office.

After Colonel Frayzer entered the office, the dwarf Marshal asked directly:

“What problems do you think your troops currently have?”

“They’re eager for battle, but many of them are going to the battlefield for the first time, like Bob and Denal, these two brothers.”

Colonel Frayzer was also an old subordinate of the Marshal, and knowing this wasn’t the time to gloss things over, he answered very seriously:

“Although General Soros thoughtfully allocated some young commanders from within the Pioneer Army to me, this doesn’t change the fact that this military observation group lacks war experience.

Even I as the commander am not as battle-tested as the old soldiers, and experience from the Ten-Year War obviously won’t be very effective in the Black Plague.

Therefore, facing your question, I would answer you that I hope the army can assign some soon-to-retire veterans as our advisors.

In return, we will utilize our respective families’ connections and resources to ensure they enjoy relatively comfortable living conditions after retirement.”

“Not bad, I’m very satisfied with your answer.”

The dwarf Marshal nodded, taking out a dwarf pipe from his drawer and filling it with tobacco while saying:

“I’m very pleased to see that as the observation group’s chief officer, you haven’t been dizzy with success from the victories of the past period.

Due to some political factors, the intelligence we obtained from our secret observation of Transia has not been disclosed to basic-level officers, so they don’t understand everything that’s happening in Transia.

But in my personal perception, Revnor Murphy Lessenbra is definitely not an ordinary vampire. This fellow is simply a genius in the realm of governance.

He is a natural ‘people handler’ like our King Louis.

I can feel that he’s twisting together the various forces in his broken territory, like putting different iron billets into a forge to hammer and combine them into the most ferocious and sharp alloy.

He has even gained the loyalty of the Winged Cavalry!

This must make us re-examine Transia under Murphy’s rule. They’re not a problem now, but if left unchecked, they will soon become a serious threat to the Pioneer Army and even the kingdom.

But fortunately, we’re not the only ones thinking this way. I guess the Wolf Queen’s generals have the same concerns as us.”

At this point, Marshal Loren glanced at Colonel Frayzer who was listening patiently, lit his pipe and exhaled a thick, pungent smoke.

With smoke obscuring his face, the dwarf Marshal said in a low voice:

“You are the heir to the Carpe family, you have more channels than me to understand everything happening in Transia. Frayzer, I don’t want to hide it from you, but for me and His Majesty, the most perfect outcome of this Black Plague would be the gnoll vanguard and Transia’s Murphy dying together.

This way, we would have two fewer problems.

I guess the other side thinks the same way, so if there’s an opportunity, both sides might even cooperate to some degree on this matter.

But you must be wary of the northerners.

Those fellows who grew up in the cold winds of the wilderness all have wolf-like ferocity. Must always guard against being bitten by them.”

“I understand, Marshal.”

The Colonel internally disliked such ruthless thinking.

He felt that considering more interests in the face of a threat at the level of the Black Plague obviously didn’t align with the Goldflower Kingdom’s pursuit of security.

But on the surface he still maintained a posture of listening and obeying, answering:

“I will closely observe the situation. If I can find a perfect opportunity, I will strive to facilitate all this, but please allow me to speak frankly, Marshal. If Governor Murphy is truly as excellent as you evaluate, then I don’t think he will be completely unprepared for such possible situations.

He may even be contemplating the same thoughts as us, namely turning something bad like the Black Plague into a ‘good thing’.”

“Hmm, then this will test your command artistry, Frayzer.”

Loren smiled.

It was clear that he didn’t have much confidence in his own attempt either, which was enough to prove that in the dwarf Marshal’s eyes, Murphy had become an opponent who must be taken seriously.

But the ever-competitive Marshal Loren would certainly not admit his admiration for a vampire governor, so amid the clouds of smoke, the dwarf Marshal commented in a disdainful tone:

“Honestly, I completely cannot understand Governor Murphy’s current state. He rules over a group of thugs, hooligans and scum, and among all who obey him, the most trustworthy are a bunch of barbarians who can barely read.

That hellhole Transia is simply like a powder keg.

If I were Murphy, I’m afraid I would lose sleep every night.

From this perspective, even a stubborn dwarf like me has to admit that Lord Murphy’s attainments in patience and stress resistance are worth learning from all of us.

Alright.

Let’s not talk about these anymore, let’s discuss your garrison issue.”

The Marshal pointed at the map hanging on the wall, saying while exhaling smoke:

“Tell me, where do you plan to station your troops?”

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“Achoo!”

In the Blood Vulture Halls, Murphy, who was listening to Miriam’s regular weekly report, suddenly sneezed. This unpredictable reaction not only surprised him but also made Miriam look at her lord in amazement.

Do vampires also sneeze?

Wow, this is really an interesting but useless little tidbit of knowledge.

“Someone must be cursing me behind my back, I guess it might be that annoying petty short person.”

Murphy pinched his nose and looked at Miriam before him, saying very contentedly:

“Your physical condition is much better than before. Although the dark circles are still there, at least there’s no longer that visible sub-healthy condition from before.

So, has our Crimson Regent finally learned the art of governance through non-action?”

“Please don’t say that.”

Miriam, whose pressure had indeed decreased significantly, shook her head and explained:

“It’s because the successive arrival of administrative professionals has allowed many of my tasks to be delegated. I have to admit that these otherworld spirits’ talent in management is shocking. If you could recruit a few hundred more qualified administrators, Professor Malcolm and I could live a happy life reading newspapers and slacking off every day.

Do I need to continue the report?”

“No, no need, you know I’m actually not concerned about these data-related things.”

Murphy waved his hand and said:

“And I trust my regent won’t fool me at the governance level. I’m more interested in talking about your personal life now, Miriam.

You know, Colonel Frayzer is about to return to Transia, and you just bewitched his fiancee into becoming a part of Transia.

Even inspiring her, a person from the Goldflower Kingdom, to risk life and limb for our cause.

Tsk tsk, from this perspective, you’re really a frightening person, Miriam. I think you should try Tris’s Trickster inheritance, really!

It suits you very well.”

“Colonel Frayzer and I are innocent, and my relationship with Miss Becky is also just normal friendship.”

Miriam had already preliminarily acquired the conditions needed for a politician. She faced the teasing with an unchanged expression, saying casually:

“I’m also looking forward to seeing my senior again, but this isn’t out of personal interest, rather it’s always good to have an additional support force when the Transia I manage faces crisis. Moreover, didn’t we plan it already? My Governor.

I still need to bewitch my senior to make him station the Goldflower Kingdom’s army in the Cato region. Hmm, this task sounds very difficult.

But I guess I can always find a suitable way.

So, let’s continue today’s work report. The next item is about the conflict between kobold laborers and northern thugs that occurred a few days ago in the Shadow Baron’s domain.

I regret to report to you that over 30 northern thugs of complex backgrounds unfortunately died under the kobolds’ frenzied pickaxes.

This is already the third similar incident this month. The northerners obviously cannot understand Transia’s current pragmatic racial management policy.

They cannot understand that in the managers’ eyes, the hardworking and willing kobold miners are much more useful than them who keep complaining about this and that being no good.

The investigation results of this incident are crystal clear.

It was those thugs with suspected mafia backgrounds who tried to plant explosives in the defense line to cause trouble, but were discovered by patrolling kobold supervisors.

We rewarded those kobolds with plenty of candles.

They were very satisfied and have already resumed their diligent work, however our labor force numbers have become severely insufficient under multiple consumptions, my Lord.

We urgently need more laborers whose deaths won’t pain our hearts. I guess the kind Marshal Loren will satisfy our trivial request. The Goldflower Kingdom’s people are quite nice, don’t you think? Governor.”