Robin Sheng stood anxiously on the inn's second-floor balcony, gazing toward the end of the street. As he listened to the distant battle cries and gunfire, his expression shifted uneasily.
"Commander! Commander! Something terrible's happened!"
A member of the Morning Glory Mercenary Corps suddenly crashed through the balcony door. Robin Sheng turned to see his pale face and fluffy chestnut hair, soaked with sweat and hanging limply over his forehead.
"What happened? Why are you so flustered?"
"They've entered... the Minisian army has entered the city!"
"What?!"
Now even Robin Sheng, a veteran mercenary who had come to Minisia in his youth and survived a hundred battles, could no longer keep his composure.
From Robin Sheng's perspective, everything that had happened lately had been baffling and deeply unsettling.
By now, Bagnians coming to Minisia to work as mercenaries was a well-established, stable arrangement. The Minisians paid, and the Bagnians risked their lives. That was simply the natural order of things.
Robin Sheng's Morning Glory Mercenary Corps numbered just over three hundred. It was neither large nor small. Three hundred men were just enough to form one large infantry company in the Minisian army.
The Morning Glory Mercenary Corps served as a purely infantry company in the Minisian army. Its members had no ranged weapons. They wore a mixture of leather armor and chain mail, and carried shields, axes, longswords, and javelins. They specialized in infantry formation combat and the mountain warfare at which Bagnians excelled.
Overall, the Morning Glory Mercenary Corps was just an oversized cannon-fodder infantry company with a little fighting ability. It wielded no great influence, and its commander, Robin Sheng, was no warrior capable of taking on ten men alone.
Neither the commander nor his mercenary corps had anything particularly outstanding about them.
Robin Sheng had never