Chapter 311 Harold: Believe Me
All of a sudden, all the team members involved in the operation moved quickly towards the headquarters. Within half an hour, four teams arrived one after another.
Seeing Kusela and Harold, everyone's joy was beyond words. The mercenaries hired by the caravan were a little reserved, but the members of "Ahmar's Beard" rushed out of the ranks and excitedly surrounded Kusela in the center.
"Captain!"
"Captain, we succeeded!"
"Captain, you're not hurt, are you?! Those sandworm bastards didn't do anything to you, did they?!"
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In an instant, calls and inquiries about well-being were heard one after another.
Seeing this, Kucera and Harold felt a little relieved. Based on their understanding of these subordinates, if there were a large number of sacrifices, even if victory was achieved, the sorrow would outweigh the joy.
Very popular.
Looking at Kusela who was surrounded by the group members, Haroldt smiled and muttered something in his heart, then turned around, found Jade and Gabriel from the crowd, and asked them about the details of what happened last night.
Kusela, leaning on his cane as usual, straightened his back, patted his chest four times with his free hand, and then pointed to the large ruins in front of him. He announced in a relaxed but solemn tone:
"Guys, we succeeded! A great victory!!"
After he finished speaking, there was silence for two seconds, and then even louder cheers broke out.
"Won!!"
"It worked! It worked!"
“Hahahaha! No need to pretend to be a grandson in front of those sandworms anymore!!”
"Free! Free! Burhan! Did you hear me?! I have avenged you!!"
"...Olia, my Olia! We won! We won!!"
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At this moment, the scene became extremely noisy. Some people cheered, some laughed wildly, some sobbed, some cried loudly, and some people's expressions changed drastically or became dull, simply because their emotions were too complicated and they temporarily lost the ability to express themselves.
All members of "Ahmar's Beard" and the "traitors", regardless of gender, age or status, had no time to care about their dignity and vented their emotions under the scorching sun and yellow sand.
The people in the caravan surrounded Harold. They were equally happy and excited. However, although most of them had met the "Relics of the God-King" before, they had not formed a blood feud with them. So their joy mostly came from pride in having accomplished a great feat: destroying the most notorious mercenary group in the desert.
When everyone's emotions had calmed down a little, Harold walked towards Kucera and said, "One person was seriously injured, and five were slightly injured. How are you doing?"
"Three of them were carried back by others, and the others were fine. But those three were actually hit by their own people's elemental bottles. This cannot be written into the story!" Kusela suddenly slapped Tikriti's shoulder and said in a somewhat exaggerated tone.
"Yes, yes, yes..." Tikriti nodded repeatedly in agreement, a little confused.
"Dixia should want to hear something more realistic rather than a processed fairy tale."
Harold spoke out what Kucera was thinking, and then he brought the topic back to the follow-up work in Kucera's suddenly resentful look.
"——Clean up this area. How do we allocate manpower?"
Kusela restrained his nonchalant attitude and said thoughtfully: "Leave a group of people to clean up the headquarters, and the rest to confirm the identity of the deceased?"
"Well... in the eyes of you, 'Ahmar's Beard', and those mercenaries who originally belonged to other affiliated mercenary groups, those 'primary targets' are also old acquaintances, and you have more people...
Let's split up! We are responsible for cleaning up this ruin. My senior will be here soon. He is very experienced in this area and can ensure everyone's safety to the greatest extent possible." Harold suggested with a smile.
"Be careful, some mechanisms in the headquarters may not be inoperative," Kusela warned.
"Don't worry, mechanical engineering is also one of my senior's specialties." Harold replied.
Kusela nodded and immediately agreed to Harold's proposal, then immediately divided the gathered members into six groups. Each group was assigned mercenaries who originally belonged to the corresponding mercenary group and mercenaries with better memory, and asked them to lead the team to record the list of enemies killed.
"Captain, many of the bodies in the 'Eye of Achmar' camp can no longer be identified. I'm afraid... we can't even count the exact number of bodies." A mercenary with medium-length hair said helplessly.
Because in addition to burying a sufficient amount of explosives in the headquarters, Kusela also buried some in several suitable locations for stationing, and the "Eye of Achmar" was fortunate enough to become a victim. Many people were blown into pieces before they launched the raid.
Kusela touched his chin and said, "I know the situation over there. Gather the bodies that can be collected first, and don't worry about the others for now."
"Captain, there are also many bodies in the 'Spear of Achmar' camp whose faces have been completely burned."
"Same here, 'Ahmar's Shield'!"
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Upon hearing this, Kusela couldn't help but look at Haroldt, and seeing that his partner was also looking at him, he gave him a helpless look: I knew it wouldn't be so smooth!
"Using the element bottle will inevitably lead to this situation." Harold was not surprised. He said calmly, "So you will need to pay more attention to the follow-up.
Patrol this area - outside the heart of the desert, and eliminate any fish that slip through the net, especially when there are caravans from the rainforest passing by. You can provide protection in secret, and I believe those people will fall into the trap. After all, a dog will always eat shit."
Harold paused, and suddenly felt a strong sense of disobedience in his heart: Am I comparing the caravan in the rainforest to shit by saying this?
Something is wrong. In comparison, "Legacy of the God-King" is still a dog after all. Am I praising them?
Seeing Kucera nod in agreement, Harold rubbed his forehead and decided not to dwell on this issue. He continued:
"After you finish the inventory, I will assign you a patrol range. The heart of the desert will be in our hands. The caravan will be entering that area. Most of the tribes there are under the control of Tanit. I will negotiate with Tanit's matron and seek their help."
Kucera: "And 'Tanit'...?"
Is it the Tanit?! The tribe that would indiscriminately attack all passers-by?! They are not as vicious as the "Relics of the God King" in the rainforest area, and ordinary caravans and scholars will not stray into their hunting grounds! But in the eyes of the desert people, that group of people is also the tyrant of the desert.
Kusela showed a look of astonishment, but he immediately remembered that the current mistress of Tanit, Babel, had a different style of doing things from the previous mistress, and that this was not the first time the caravan had entered the heart of the desert. Coupled with Harold's relaxed expression, he swallowed the warning back.
Sure enough, he heard Harold add: "Well, I have a way to convince them to cooperate."