My Players Are So Fierce

1777: 593.

The Shadow of War over Transylvania_3

1777: 593.

The Shadow of War over Transylvania_3

Murphy, hidden in the shadows, gave Professor Chen an enthusiastic thumbs-up; of course, no one saw this scene.

His Excellency the Governor, with a hint of gossip in his heart, quickly headed to the Executive Office.

He happened to run into Milian returning to her office after a meeting.

The Crimson Regent didn’t reprimand the Governor for leaving his territory to wander.

She placed a large stack of papers on the table, sipping tea herself, and said to Murphy:

“Sign these!

These documents require your signature to take effect.

You’d better read them carefully; some of the upcoming decrees are quite radical.”

“You can give me the summary, Milian.”

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:

“Haven’t you learned how to be a humble tool of society by now?”

“Well, I’m trying Sir Humphrey’s approach.

Do you want me to give you some long sentences and critique them?”

The Regent smiled, then shook her head and said:

“Alright, I have indeed prepared a summary, knowing your time is tight.

In fact, most of the decrees are related to the impending war.

Specifically, it’s a wartime management system.

Thanks to Mr.

Crow’s active involvement, we, along with the administration, have drawn ample inspiration from the political wisdom of outsiders.

We designed a simple wartime mechanism that includes mobilizing all workshops, craftsmen, and apprentices within the territory.

We also plan to take this opportunity to formally establish the ‘Transylvania Handicraft Association.’

Moreover, we need to gather considerable transport capacity for the transportation tasks between Crimson Castle, Torrent Castle, and rural areas, as well as Bataxin City.

At the same time, we are mobilizing the militia to form a transport team, dedicated to transporting supplies to the Maginot Line.

Once such decrees are issued, it means that Transylvania will temporarily halt its construction process and put all manpower into military preparation.

I have already issued conscription orders to the Mountain Tribe.

Currently, the elders’ response is lukewarm, but they have managed to muster a mountain army of 3,000 and a Wind Eagle Cavalry of 300 to assist at the front line.

Considering the total number of mountain people, this support is not insignificant.

Judging by the preliminary mobilization from the five core farms and Torrent Castle, the enthusiasm for supporting the war among the locals is high!

Clearly, they are no longer willing to accept the fate of their ancestors being trampled by the Wolf People.

They plan to follow the strong Governor for a resolute and complete resistance—in simpler terms, the people’s hearts can be utilized!”

“Don’t just tell me the good news, Milian, tell me some bad news too.”

Murphy, signing and stamping documents, said without looking up:

“There must be bad news, right?”

“Yes, and there’s quite a lot.”

Milian took a sip of tea and said softly:

“The issue of deserters is quite severe, especially in the camps at the Maginot Line and other ongoing projects, where stubborn soldiers from East Prussia have orchestrated numerous escape events, unsettling the Stonemason Brotherhood workers too.

Just the day before yesterday, an entire small work team disappeared during their shift.

The good news is that Knight Portman personally led the militia to capture them yesterday, and His Excellency Crow has presented us with a simplified temporary penal code.

The bad news is that many are pleading for the workers, believing they were just momentarily confused.”

“So, what do you plan to do?”

Murphy asked, and Milian didn’t answer.

She just looked towards the trade area of Crimson Castle where several gallows had already been erected.

After several seconds, she said:

“The trial will take place this afternoon!

The two foremen and the ringleader soldiers will be hanged.

The other workers will be incorporated into the Punishment Camp sent to the Maginot Line, and if they survive three battles, they will regain their clear identity.

Based on the trench warfare casualty rates I saw in the forum, fewer than one-tenth are likely to reclaim their identity.”

“Clean and decisive.”

Murphy said:

“But hardly humane…”

“Are you mocking the once idealistic, naive me?”

Milian put down her teacup and smiled, saying:

“Rulers desire to be revered by the people; that’s the perfect state.

But if the two are mutually exclusive, fear is more useful than respect, especially in wartimes.

I’ve already requested General Winter Wolf and Pioneer Marshal to assign all the prisoners from Kavkhoka and the East Prussia Region to the front line.

They welcomed the idea and praised my wisdom.

Hence, Lord Kudell will have an additional Punishment Camp with thousands more men under his command.

The condition is that the Army of Dark Disaster doesn’t advance too quickly to the front line.

Finally, I’d like to issue a ‘War Amnesty’ in the name of the Governor this week, namely for the Armed Blood Servants working at project sites and those outstanding supporters.

While granting them formal Transylvanian identity, they will be incorporated into the People’s Army reserves.

According to Lord Kudell, I’ll prepare around 30,000 clean manpower for Maxim to formally establish the People’s Army amidst the Dark Disaster.

Finally, I have a small question.”

The Crimson Regent glanced at Murphy, speaking softly:

“The 3,000 men Maxim took to the front…

they can’t return to their hometown as humans anymore, right?”

Murphy shrugged, asking:

“So you also find this cruel?

No need to hide it, Milian, you know Kudell almost fought me over this.”

“No, I don’t find it cruel; I even have a brand-new insight.”

Milian looked down at her palm and said:

“Perhaps that is the fate of the Transia People.

We always think we’re resisting, but 400 years have painted this land with a permanent hue, binding the history and traditions of vampires eternally here.

We used to see it as a bad thing…

But now might be an opportunity to turn those stories representing darkness into a legendary sacrifice through a war destined for the history books.

Perhaps, one day, choosing to become a vampire will no longer be despised!

I finally understand your ‘grand plan’ that you often mentioned…”

She walked next to Murphy, extended her hand towards him, and firmly said:

“Give me a vial of Origin Blood, a small vial will suffice.”

“Hmm?”

Murphy suddenly raised his head, looking at the determined Milian, and said in surprise:

“You once swore you’d never choose to become a vampire, finding it a compromise to fate, a betrayal of your ambitions.”

“I also once said I’d never serve vampires.”

Milian rolled her eyes and said:

“But now I’m starting to enjoy ruling a land in the shadow of vampires, aren’t I?

People change, Murphy.

But I am not bowing to fate.

If men die on the battlefield and women must take up swords, then I’ll succeed you as the land’s final Guardian and General.

This is my city!

If I don’t give my all for it, what right do I have to enjoy all that I possess now?

You still have an army, Murphy, and I am their Commander.

If you must ask for a reason, I’ll use something I learned on the forum: becoming a vampire is undoubtedly a curse of fate, but we Transia People won’t be crushed by the curse.

Instead, we’ll transform it into strength!

This ravaged land will no longer allow anything to be taken away!

And if we want victory, we must offer sacrifices…

Let it begin with me.”