Meanwhile, spurred on by heavy rewards, General Markray's two regiments were charging wildly through the city, yet the distant explosions made his heart sink.
There was no doubt that fighting had broken out ahead, but could a force made up of drifters and desperadoes really hold back the prince's guards and the Royal Imperial Guard?
Seeing General Markray's extremely grim expression, Hašek at his side hesitated repeatedly before finally saying ingratiatingly, "General, there's no need to worry. The men I found are all professionals. They're all hard cases from foreign lands, every one of them has seen blood. They aren't those pampered gentleman soldiers."
General Markray's expression turned even uglier. He had already looked down on lapdogs like Hašek, and with his current frustration, he sneered, "Director Hašek, have you ever fought in a war? You don't think war is the same as a street brawl, do you? Then the next time we go to war with the French, why don't we send you and your men to the front line?
Let those Frenchmen have a look at Bohemia's warriors."
Chairman Geller saw Markray's concerns.
"General Markray, there's no need to rush."
"How can I not rush? Can I catch up to them? If we can't catch them, we're dead!"
Chairman Geller smiled.
"You truly don't need to hurry. The earliest train won't leave for another two hours."
"The train is right there. Can't they just start it up and run?"
Markray said disdainfully.
"No, General. I may not know much about marching and warfare, but when it comes to trains, you are no match for me.
A train isn't a carriage. It must depart on schedule, or it could cause a collision."
After hearing Chairman Geller's words, everyone around them felt somewhat reassured.
Besides the two regiments, they now