Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 508: 509 Smart Mercenary

Chapter 508: 509 Smart Mercenary

Chapter 508 509. Smart Mercenary

"yes, I'm sure."

The black woman said feebly. After hearing this, Lan En nodded slightly thoughtfully, but did not dwell on this topic with them anymore.

"You should know that you can't keep this food, right? The Spartans will not forgive the people who killed the guards of the food truck and moved the food away."

The witcher said calmly.

"You have to take out the food. Do this yourself. Don't resist. I don't want to do anything to you."

If you want to take away the food, just step over our corpses!

The black woman took a step forward excitedly. Under the threat of losing food, they plucked up the courage and took a step closer to Lan En.

Although it was only one step, it could be seen that they really had no other way to survive.

Dont be stupid, maam.

I just said, You can handle this matter yourself. Dont you understand what I mean?

Lan En tilted his head and looked at the group of refugees who seemed to be a little dazed from long-term hunger, and sighed helplessly.

"Keep enough to sustain you, then separate the rest and put them away, and then let my people take them back to the Spartan military camp for delivery. I would say those left behind by you are losses, Spartans. They will accept it, after all, they dont even have a bag of barley.

Adaptation. On the one hand, this kind of behavior will become an excuse for cheating and cheating in the social system, but under the current situation, it can become a life-saving straw for these refugees.

At the same time, remember not to be too greedy, madam. You have to hand over most of the food. I cant guarantee whether the guys the Spartans send out next time will make the same decision as me.

Lan En stared at the black woman who was the leader of the refugees and spoke seriously.

"Be prudent, careful, and not greedy. As refugees living in war areas, if you cannot maintain these qualities, then even if you take all this batch of food, you will only die a little later. Just think of it for your children, please Learn restraint.

The woman pursed her lips and looked behind her. The eyes of the refugees she led, old and young, all focused on her.

Finally, the black woman nodded heavily: "Thank you, mercenary, for your kindness and your advice. We will do it."

Lann nodded to them and walked out of the cave.

He remembered this location and waited until Cassandra needed it. The food in this place could be used as one of her bargaining chips to gain the trust of the Spartan army.

But when going down the mountain, Lan En's expression was not relaxed.

On the one hand, the life of a war refugee did make him feel a little unhappy. On the other hand, it was because he repeated the confirmation question to this group of refugees.

.From this time on, the Spartans military food supply will suffer a more severe blow.

Lan En murmured to himself calmly.

Originally, the mercenary Ikanos who was destroying the Spartan grain truck was just working alone.

This can be considered a mercenary with great war wisdom.

But this guy should be a rare guy with a lot of brains. After seeing these war refugees, he was stunned for a moment, and then decided to let the refugees distribute the military rations directly.

He is winning over the hearts and minds of the Megaris refugees. This seems to be a bit like mobilizing the masses, sir. If this pattern is adhered to, the efficiency of Ikanos subsequent actions will be several times that of what it is now.

Mentos kept up with Lan En's thinking. This kind of topic was not the area of expertise of its biological brain before, but after Lan En reached the authority of a junior high school student, the increase in computing power allowed it to make rapid progress. "'Athens will not let its allies suffer.' If this slogan was a temporary idea, then he probably has some talent as an orator."

But I think he had more in mind than just making the Megarians share the same hatred of Sparta.

Lan En nodded, agreeing with Mentos's view. But at the same time, he also dug deeper into this view and made Mentos understand: in the end, what he is not good at is still not good at it.

"The refugees will not cover up their traces at all, and every time Ikanos intercepts and kills the grain truck, it will damage the wooden truck to the point that it is completely useless. The refugees can only carry it on their hands and shoulders. In this case, There is no way that the refugees of Megaris could escape from the hands of the Spartans, who are all good hunters. And when they are caught."

"Oh, the Spartans can do anything to their own thin children. Do you expect them to be merciful to the refugees from foreign countries?"

The witcher sneered, and his words were as cold as his tone.

"Without even thinking about it, the Spartans would massacre all the refugees who ate their army food. This behavior would make the Megarians even more angry, but the anger of the weak is ineffective. They must rely on the strong. Only the one who can turn this anger into strength is Athens."

Finally, Lan En came to the conclusion with a sneer.

Eventually, Athens would gain more support in Megaris, which would allow them to hold off the Spartan armies on land for longer.

Ikanos. This guy should go to Athens and become a politician. Instead of becoming a mercenary, he will lose his talent.

Maybe its not that he doesnt want to be an Athenian politician, but that he doesnt have the status of an Athenian citizen and cannot participate in elections according to Athenian law, sir.

Mentos made additional explanations, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. Lan En felt that the biological brain let out a sigh of frustration.

But it doesnt matter anymore. Id better stay less involved in human affairs. I feel like its warming up a bit.

Immediately, Mentos began to speak a little less, which made Lan pat his head in discomfort.

By the time he used his climbing skills and [Light Body Technique] to return to the city wall of Megara again, it was already evening.

He came to the door of the hotel where he spent the night again, and sure enough he saw Fubai standing leaning against the wall of the alley, still flicking a good-quality silver coin in his hand.

Fubai, can we continue playing tomorrow? I will definitely beat you once!

Sure, see you tomorrow.

Several minors who were even a head taller than Fu Bai gathered in a group in front of the little girl, chatting with Fu Bai, as if talking to her was a sign of improving their status in the small circle.

Even when this group of children passed by Lan En noisily, none of them raised their heads to look at this big man who was obviously different from ordinary people.

Because they were still talking about "the new friend they met today", and how interesting this friend was, how different from the children in Megara City. In short, he was very cool.

"Wow." Lan En looked back at the group of children walking away three times, and then turned back in surprise to look at Fu Bai, who was trying his best to appear careless.

"I know you have two brushes, but I never thought you were so good at making friends?"

Thats okay, these little kids in the city dont have much knowledge.

Fauber tried his best to suppress the smug smile on his lips, grabbed the silver coin that had bounced into the air, stuffed it into his belt and kept it.

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