Chapter 940: Section 618: Return (3)
When Constantine arrived at the entrance to the military camp, the old Marshal saw squad after squad of soldiers running with heavy loads. These young men, who were but scoundrels just yesterday, are now vigorously training themselves.
"I heard that Malin handpicked quite a few top-notch soldiers from his troops to serve as instructors," said Link from the Svenson family, who was responsible for guiding him today. This young man had entered the military camp last night and could be said to have witnessed the transformation of these troublemakers overnight.
"Are they all young people who were initially sent to the North?" Constantine asked.
He remembered sending many people to Malin and now they had become soldiers and returned to their homeland. Of course, most of them wouldn’t have too many fond feelings towards their former lords and hometowns... or rather, they had none at all.
After all, their homeland and lords had betrayed them. In this aspect, Constantine would not resort to any deceptive tactics. Even though some within the military department were brash enough to entertain such thoughts, Constantine believed the only outcome would be representatives of the military department being hung by angry soldiers on streetlights.
They were no longer people of the Northern Kingdom, nor serfs; they were Malin’s soldiers.
Even if they killed a representative from the military department, Constantine was not afraid of what the soldiers might say when it came to a lawsuit. What he feared was the killing intent from Malin.
If Malin were to take action for his soldiers, Constantine felt that even if the lawsuit went to the Deity, they wouldn’t be able to justify themselves.
"Yes, I’ve seen them in Malin’s army. You know, most of them are destitute freemen, serfs sold by their masters, or poor souls who fled south from calamity. Their homes are now settled in Carterburg. If we were to do something, I’m afraid the guy in charge of the matter will inevitably end up with a bullet in the back," Link said in one breath, then smiled regretfully, "My apologies, Marshal, I’ve spoken too much."
"No one would blame you. If it were me, I wouldn’t take on a job so likely to lose my head either. Life is so long, why seek an early demise?" After speaking his true sentiments, Constantine and Link stepped to the side of the road where they could see the old disciplinarian platform. It had now been converted into a vast drill ground, with many soldiers running laps around it.
"Is this basic training?"