Seeing the civilians approach with pitchforks, sticks, axes, and other weapons, the skull-faced gang mber tried to mask his fear with bravado.
"What are you doing? Anyone who dares touch will die! The Bone Gang will rip out all your bones and sacrifice them to the Bone King!"
When the people were weak, he mocked them as cowards.
But now that they were resisting, fear began to creep in, especially at a ti like this.
Arye scoffed. Bone King? He'd never heard of such a thing.
It didn't sound like anything impressive.
What had the Governor called people like him?
Right, small fry.
Even so, the crowd hesitated, unsure of what to do, still holding their weapons in confusion.
The skull-faced thug seized the mont, searching the ground for his gun.
Where was it?
"Looking for sothing, scum?"
Arye's mocking voice echoed.
The thug looked up to see that Arye was holding his gun, displaying it intentionally.
His gun gone, the thug reached for the blade at his waist.
But the blade wasn't there either.
That bastard had taken it without him noticing.
"You bastard, if you've got the guts, kill now!"
The skull-faced thug roared.
Even in death, he wanted to die by a gang mber's hand.
He was a Bloodbone Acolyte of the Bone Gang. He couldn't bear the humiliation of being killed by weaklings, or his brothers would mock him.
Even in death, he wouldn't be welcod back into the arms of the Bone King!
Of course, Arye wasn't going to give him what he wanted. He simply stood there, watching.
As the thug roared and tried to get up, a heavy blow struck his head.
He looked up to see a man holding a large wooden ladle, disbelief etched across his face.
"You dare hit ?"
Then another blow landed on his head.
The man with the wooden ladle, his face streaked with tears and filled with hatred, kept striking.
This thug had killed his family with a gun, just to test its power!
"Die, die, die!" the man scread as he swung.
The rest of the civilians, crying out in anguish, rushed forward, attacking the thug with their makeshift weapons.
They unleashed the hatred and rage that had been festering inside them for so long.
The skull-faced thug went from shouting curses to howling in pain, eventually begging for rcy.
But no one would forgive him.
In the end, he was beaten into a pulp.
Watching the scene unfold, Arye nodded slightly.
These people, unlike the cowards, were more deserving of being saved.
Arye approached them and asked:
"Do you want to beco warriors?"
Though fearful, the civilians who had killed the thug nodded firmly.
They no longer wished to live like sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
They wanted to take up arms and fight for their fate!
Before long, Arye distributed weapons and ammunition to them, teaching them the basics of how to use them. He declared that they were now provisional soldiers of the Imperial Guard.
He promised that once the King's Court reclaid this area, they would officially beco soldiers, fighting for the Governor.
Beep, beep, beep.
Suddenly, Arye heard a faint electronic sound. He turned to the skull-faced thug's remains.
Amid the mix of flesh and machinery, a device was still functioning, emitting a faint red glow.
It was a signal transmitter.
At so point, the skull-faced thug had sent a distress signal to the Bone Gang's base!
Judging by the distance, those gang scum would arrive soon.
Arye didn't panic. He walked over to the little girl who was crying and patted her on the head.
"Don't be afraid. Find a safe place to hide, and I'll co back for you later."
The girl looked up at Arye with his scary red eyes but felt a sense of trust. She nodded firmly.
"Okay!"
Boom—
Just as she answered, an explosion sounded in the distance.
Fire lit up the night sky, and the shockwave gently blew through their hair.
Screams and rapid gunfire followed soon after.
It was coming from the direction of the Bone Gang's reinforcents.
Arye had already made plans for this. The Bone Gang's reinforcents had been ambushed by the Imperial Guard.
Arye wasn't reckless—he had a plan.
Arye hefted his rifle and, alongside the Imperial Guards, ran toward the explosion, ready to join the battle.
The newly ard civilians stayed behind.
He wasn't about to send untrained civilians into an intense front-line battle.
Their job was to handle any gang mbers who fled in their direction and do what they could.
"For the Governor!"
In the distance, Arye's and the Imperial Guards' battle cries echoed.
The roar of gunfire filled the air, signaling the beginning of the assault.
Other squads had launched their attacks as well, and the victorious cries spread from every direction.
In an instant, the Grey Wolf Warband's territory was engulfed by the flas of the King's Court's offensive, the fires of battle burning fiercely!
Hearing the shouts, the civilians grew excited. So even knelt down.
"We're saved! The Governor's forces are here to rescue us!"
"Long live the Governor!"
At that mont, the people truly believed the rumors. The Governor's army had arrived.
They placed their hope in the great Governor, believing he would deliver them from their suffering.
Perhaps life under the Governor would be better?
But as the battle continued, the screams of the gang mbers drew closer, and the people began to worry.
What if the gang mbers made it to this street?
"They have guns, right? They can protect us!"
Soone pointed to the provisional soldiers with weapons.
The crowd realized this and looked to them with hopeful eyes.
The provisional soldiers gripped their lasguns tightly.
These were people who had never been valued or respected, and now their eyes were filled with determination.
A deep sense of honor welled up within them.
They would fulfill Arye's command to protect this street and fight any gang mbers that tried to flee this way!
Suddenly, cries rang out as several injured gang mbers stumbled toward them from the end of the street.
The provisional soldiers were terrified, but under the watchful, expectant eyes of the crowd, they gritted their teeth and charged.
Closing their eyes, they unleashed a flurry of wild shots:
"Kill them!"
The new Imperial Guard lasguns were powerful, easily cutting through the gang mbers' tal armor like paper.
The gang mbers didn't even have ti to react before they were riddled with bullets and fell dead.
"Did we win?"
"Long live the Governor!"
The provisional soldiers stood in stunned silence for a mont before realizing what had happened, then burst into tears and cheers.
At that mont, they were no longer lambs to the slaughter but warriors who had taken control of their destiny!
...
In the Grey Wolf Warband's base.
Corpses were piled high, like small mountains. The rotting flesh gave off a nauseating stench.
Black swarms of flies buzzed in the air, swarming thickly, as if threatening to engulf everyone!
(End of Chapter)
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