Just as Xiao Yi left, a completely different scene was unfolding on another stretch of land. A squad of spirited men in matching uniforms was methodically taking control of the key routes. They were elites of the former Desert Iron Mercenary Group, and their strict discipline stood in stark contrast to the bandits who had previously run rampant.
On a raised platform in the center of the town, the tall, composed Xiao Ding stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the busy mercenaries below like a hawk's. Amplified by Dou Qi, his voice carried clearly throughout the town.
"Listen carefully! We are the Desert Iron Mercenary Group, not those scum who know nothing but burning, killing, and looting! Take only valuables in plain sight! From each household's grain stores, we take only thirty percent for military provisions. If anyone dares take even one extra grain, don't blame me, Xiao Ding, for showing no mercy! And no harassing the townsfolk! Anyone who disobeys will have their Dou Qi crippled!"
His words struck the ground like iron, carrying an unquestionable authority. The mercenaries below answered in unison, their morale high. They carried out his orders swiftly and efficiently, sorting and counting the valuables before loading them onto carts.
They merely glanced at the civilians trembling as they peeked through cracks in their doors, making no move to bother them. Some mercenaries even offered frightened children a simple, kindly smile to show them there was no need to be afraid.
Yet even the most disciplined ranks inevitably had one or two men whose minds were blinded by greed. Amid the orderly activity, a fierce argument suddenly erupted inside a house along the street, mingled with a woman's terrified screams and a man's angry shouts.
"I fought tooth and nail