My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1231 - 416. Governor of Transylvania? Pah, what’s the point of ruling over a bunch of thugs, vagabonds, and criminals?_2

Chapter 1231: 416. Governor of Transylvania? Pah, what’s the point of ruling over a bunch of thugs, vagabonds, and criminals?_2

In my view, they aren’t even as good as the Blood Servants of Transylvania.

At least the Blood Servants know to be loyal to their masters.

But these scumbags’ connection to loyalty is nothing short of an insult to the word; they are undoubtedly a burden to the kingdom, trash that needs to be dealt with! Throwing them into Transylvania’s Black Disaster Battlefield would definitely allow these pathetic scumbags to make their last, and only, contribution to this continent.

Marshall Loren and I are not asking you to reform or command them.

You just need to bring these scumbags to Transylvania and hand them over to the Vampire Governor, then you needn’t worry further about the fate of these scum.

I believe that vampires, with their profound groundwork and creativity, will ultimately choose the most appropriate end for these useless wretches.

Do you have any other questions?"

"Yes, General, sir."

An officer in the ranks raised his hand and asked loudly:

"I’ve heard from military intelligence that the Northerners have already returned their captured Armed Blood Servants to Transylvania before us, predictably supplementing them with plenty of criminals and scum. Their numbers are many but the people of Transylvania are few..."

"What exactly are you trying to say, Lieutenant Bob?"

General Soros chided impatiently:

"Get to the point! Your father didn’t talk this much when he served with me."

"Uh, General, what I meant was..."

That Lieutenant Bob, reluctantly maintaining the most standard military posture, asked:

"If the small government under the Governor of Transylvania has already been overthrown by the Northerners’ criminals and ruffians, or if it has been brought to a precarious position by those thugs, should we provide them with humanitarian aid?

Or should we take advantage of the chaos to take down the so-called Crimson Castle and plant King Louis’s holy banner on the soil of Transylvania?"

This question elicited a round of laughter, leaving General Soros somewhat helplessly and Marshall Loren shaking his head, as these young men from military aristocrat families seemed a bit too optimistic.

It seems that domestic propaganda about the Posya Confederation’s weakness has really made these youngsters believe that the Transia Barbarians are a pushover...

This is not good.

If they truly enter Murphy’s territory with this mentality, these young men are sure to suffer a terrible blow.

The Dwarf Marshal had intended to severely scold these fellows.

But then he had another thought: with over three months left before the Black Disaster erupted, it would be better to let these youngsters suffer a severe setback in Murphy’s territory than to let them step into the Black Disaster with such arrogant attitudes.

Young people are always stubborn.

They won’t give up their naive and stubborn worldview until they’re knocked senseless by the cold reality, and breaking someone’s illusion is bound to breed resentment.

Rather than doing this myself, it’s better to let that effeminate Vampire Miss do the job.

After all, he’s not a citizen of the Goldenrod Kingdom; he needn’t consider the young men’s complex and intertwined background and influence that even Marshall Loren finds somewhat daunting.

Alas, military nobles are nobles too, more belligerent and more eager for victory than ordinary nobles, and this makes them much more difficult to deal with.

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

But whether out of an elder’s responsibility or a superior’s obligation, Marshall Loren felt he should issue a warning to these fellows.

So, after the briefing, the Marshal summoned Colonel Fraser, the commander of the military observation team, to his office.

After Colonel Fraser entered the office, the Dwarf Marshal asked directly:

"What problems do you think your troop currently faces?"

"They are eager for battle, but many of them are going to the battlefield for the first time, like the brothers Bob and Dernal."

Colonel Fraser, also an old subordinate of the Marshal, knew this was no time to be careless and replied earnestly:

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

Even I, as the commander, don’t have the proven experience of old soldiers, and it’s obvious that the experience from the Ten Years War is hardly applicable to the Black Disaster.

So, to answer your question, I hope the troop can transfer some retiring veterans to serve as advisors to us.

In return, we’ll leverage our families’ connections and resources to ensure they have relatively comfortable living conditions after discharge."

"Good, I am satisfied with your response."

The Dwarf Marshal nodded, pulling out his Dwarf Pipe from a drawer and filling it with tobacco while saying:

"It’s reassuring to see that, as the chief of the observation group, you haven’t been dizzy with recent victories.

We haven’t informed the junior officers of the intelligence we’ve received from our secret observatory in Transylvania due to some political factors, hence they are unaware of everything happening there.

But personally, I sense that Reveno·Mo Fei·Le Senbula is not just an ordinary vampire; the fellow is simply a genius in the realm of governance.

He is, like our King Louis, a natural ’Tamer’..."