Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1497 - 448: [Correct Answer!] (2)
Previously on Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!...
As for the other two more distant mining areas, I have already notified them, and another five hundred troops will arrive before tomorrow evening!
By then, we can gather over a thousand troops in the North District—let those guys downstairs contribute some manpower too. They’ve been profiting with me all along, and now it’s their turn to bleed a little!
Once we have gathered over a thousand troops, we can cross the river again. Next time, as long as we march carefully, street by street, and don’t give them the chance to plot tricks, we can crush those bastards with our superior forces, crushing them street by street!"
The adjutant sighed: "There will...be a lot of deaths, I mean, those guys from the South District."
"Those scum, I won’t feel a bit of pain no matter how many die." The Mayor’s expression turned malevolent: "This time I lost two battalions!! Even if half of those mudlegs from the South District are killed, I won’t hesitate!"
The adjutant didn’t persuade much—this was the local customary style. Once a warlord makes a decision, there’s no room for anyone else to be verbose.
Keep nagging, and maybe the Mayor will just shoot him on the spot.
Though called the Mayor, he’s actually just another local warlord—after all, "Mayor" is the public title, but privately, I’ve always called him "General."
The adjutant pondered for a moment, then took his leave. He needed to go downstairs to inspect the Governor’s Mansion’s defenses and personally check the garrison’s fortifications at the traffic bridge.
In his view, the Mayor’s strategy wasn’t wrong, as long as they withstand tonight, and by daylight when the reinforcements arrive, the North District’s safety will no longer be an issue!
Then by tomorrow evening, when the second wave of reinforcements arrives, all problems will be resolved!
The only key is to hold through this night, stand firm until the first batch of reinforcements arrives.
Regarding this, the adjutant remained optimistic.
After all, they still have seventy to eighty soldiers.
These forces might be dreaming of clearing the North District, but with the fortifications and armored vehicles, defending the traffic bridge is foolproof!
With these soldiers plus the armored vehicles and fortifications of the traffic bridge, they can hold off even a few hundred guns.
Ordinary mudlegs, under favorable battle conditions, armed each with a gun, might muster some momentum with a few hundred people.
But in an "offensive campaign," trying to break through fortifications guarded by dozens of soldiers and armored vehicles is just sending futile sacrifices!!
The adjutant had just turned to leave; he hadn’t even left the study when the door was pushed open.
A tall and slender Black woman slowly walked in.
"Madam!" The adjutant quickly bowed, greeted her, and hurried out.
The Mayor glanced at the Black woman who walked in and frowned: "Why are you here?"
The Black woman who entered was tall and slender, an exceptionally rare physique even among the robust Black ethnicity.
And her appearance, even under the Black skin, was very exquisite.
A rare prominent high nose bridge and delicate facial features among Blacks, combined with her tall figure, gave a hint of that black supermodel vibe from the Western world.
"I am worried."
The Black woman spoke, her voice a bit husky.
"You don’t need to worry; nothing will happen," the Mayor replied indifferently.
"I heard the explosion, and those guys who came to see you downstairs in the middle of the night, they were arguing fiercely." The beautiful Black woman said slowly: "I just went downstairs and sent some food to them."
"Worried they’d talk too much and lose strength?" The Mayor scoffed: "You don’t need to worry about these things, nor do these unnecessary things."
The Black woman seemed to understand her husband’s foul mood, only smiled: "Shall I get you something to eat?"
"...Just some bread, with some meat, will do," the Mayor sighed: "And coffee! I need coffee!"
The Black woman looked at the Mayor: "Aren’t we leaving here?"
Faced with this gentle inquiry, the Mayor’s face suddenly turned grim: "Who told you I was leaving?"
"I guessed, given the situation now, leaving here, retreating to a safe place, isn’t it good?"
The Mayor’s face became completely unpleasant.
He glared viciously at his wife, coldly said: "How many times have I told you, my affairs are not for you to meddle in, and you’re not allowed to meddle! You’re just my wife; you have no power, nor any right to interfere in my affairs! If you can’t understand this, next time, I will personally use a whip to punish your forgetfulness!"
The Mayor’s Wife’s chin lowered slightly.
She knew that her husband’s words were no exaggeration.
She is his wife—so what?
As the warlord of this region, as the Mayor of Gusanka City, he has had nine wives before her.
Two died from illness, and three others live in separate mining areas.
As for the others...
They all died!
And he shot them himself.
Women or wives, to this warlord, are nothing more than appendages.
Though she’s considered the most favored because of her beauty, it’s actually just that.
These men, they are all the same when facing beautiful women.
Even the most beautiful body becomes tiresome after a few years.
Since last year, this guy frequently found opportunities to run to the capital city.