Invel cut off the two men who kept lamenting their fate. "Oh, knock it off, you two. Back when you lot were snatching civilian girls, why didn't you stop to think about what your identities were? Akil, you should count your blessings. The crap you and your father did would've been enough to get you arrested as heretics. But that doesn't mean we can only leave this to fate. Who knows why Bradman took a liking to us, but honestly, this opportunity is far too rare. If we handle this well, we'll become people at Bradman's side in no time. We won't have to live like this anymore."
Li glanced at them. "Forget everything else for now. Recruit people first. Good or bad, get our numbers up before anything else. We don't need to prepare anything great for them—just give them whatever. As long as we can send them out, that's enough. Give each one a weapon and call it done. Better equipment would be wasted on them anyway; they wouldn't be able to handle it."
Val nodded repeatedly in agreement. "That's right. The people we pulled together at first were seriously pathetic. The enemy could scatter them with just a few charges. We only managed to take them down this time because we had numbers. I say we need at least as many men as they have. Whenever we've got nothing to do, we'll go wander around their territory. If we spot any of them alone, we jump them. Sooner or later, we'll disgust them to death."
As Val spoke, everyone nodded again and again. He was right. They had surrounded and attacked just seven of the enemy, yet their own side had still suffered casualties. That really should not have happened. At the root of it, their mercenaries