Chapter 300: Broken city, broken soldiers (1/2)
Chapter 300: Broken city, broken soldiers
A humble looking carriage passed through the broken city gate that was riddled with holes. The streets were deserted, with an occasional sighting of one or two people. The eyes of those on the streets were filled with despair and resentment, a silent protest against their current tragic life.
Brettel City was as dirty as Han Shuo had expected, looking only a tad bit better than the sights he’d seen on the road. A few lazy soldiers indifferently watched the carriage enter the city without asking about his background or for an entry fee. It seemed that Brettel City was on the verge of death.
“Hey, can you please tell me where the city lord’s mansion is?” Chester pulled on the reins and smiled at a civilian who looked like a beggar.
This person was lying lazily in the sunlight, focused on picking out the fleas from his body. He seemed not to have heard Chester’s question. He didn’t even lift his head.
“I’ll give you one silver coin, where is the city lord’s mansion?” Chester had been born poor so he knew quite well about the poor’s temper. A smile on his face, he patiently asked again.
The mention of silver coin immediately showed its effectiveness. Sniffing the seductive aroma of money, the seemingly deaf beggar suddenly stared at Chester. He pointed in the direction of the street to the east, “Go straight for three hundred meters. The tallest, most broken down mansion is the city lord’s mansion.”
A silver coin shining in the sunlight spun through the air, rolling to a stop on the ground in front of the beggar. Chester whipped the horse and left without saying thanks, following the directions to the city lord’s mansion.
The beggar hastily picked up the silver coin, clutching it tightly in his hand. He then looked towards the direction where the two left and murmured, “Some more people have come to Brettel City again. If it isn’t some risk-taking merchant who’d come for profit, then it must be that legendary unlucky count. Poor fellow.”
Whenever Brettel City was invaded, the city lord would be the loving focus of their attention. As such, the walls of the big tall building weren’t too sturdy, and there were still several holes decorating the ground nearby, remnants of a previous bombing, that hadn’t yet been repaired. When Han Shuo’s carriage arrived, only a smattering of five maids and less than a dozen soldiers were present.
These maids and soldiers’ attitude towards Han Shuo’s arrival was quite indifferent. They weren’t enthusiastic nor welcoming in the manner of a subordinate. Of course, a welcome banquet that would be normal in other areas was even more impossible.
The city lord’s mansion was at least five times bigger than Han Shuo’s mansion in Ossen City. However, it really had no other uses aside from being big. As the city lord was the first to flee upon every invasion, no soldiers had been stationed here. Therefore, the city lord’s mansion was always the first place to be pillaged.
Even some things that were hard to take away were all gone after successive attacks. What was incredibly ludicrous was that Han Shuo actually saw a large, rectangular hole in the ground – the remnants of a white jade table that had been peeled away. This was enough for Han Shuo to imagine the real situation in Brettel City.
“Describe the current situation of Brettel City to me.” Han Shuo asked Dick whilst sitting in the tattered lobby of the city lord’s mansion hall. Dick was the Dark Mantle liaison in this city, and had arrived after hearing of Han Shuo’s posting.
Dick was a man who was roughly forty years old. He looked ordinary, with his nose placed high on his face. It was a feature unique to the mountain people of Brettel City. Dick paid his respects to Han Shuo and answered in a somewhat awkward version of imperial tongue, “The former city lord of Brettel took a total of five hundred family members with him upon his leave. The entire city currently only has over three thousand soldiers. The population in the city is less than fifty thousand. The three thousand soldiers aren’t enough to guard the city gates, not to mention they usually flee even faster than the civilians. The city’s defenses have never been fixed after every attack due to the lack of funds, and now it’s almost lost all defensive ability.”
“The mountain folk are native to Brettel City, and the majority of them reside on several steep mountains in the area. These mountains produce valuable ores. The natives are very familiar with the terrain of the big mountains, and it’s difficult to launch an attack at the mountains. This is why the mountain people can resist the invasions of the seven grand duchies.”
“In fact, Brettel City has actually been relatively safe up until now. After dozens of large and small invasions, the seven grand duchies all know that there’s nothing left to loot in this city anymore. Even if they spent the time and resources towards a raid, there’s not enough to raid in the city to ensure a profit. That’s why no further aggression has occurred in the past few months.”
“It was rather the mines in the big mountains surrounding us that the natives protect and harvest from that have become the target for bandits and private armies. However, the mountain people there aren’t as incompetent as the imperial soldiers. So far they’ve been able to barely resist the onslaught of attacks…”