vncnus Chapter 681 Mountain Harrier
Chapter 681 Mountain Harrier
"I don't want to know about this," Guzma waved his hand rudely. "Tell me, how much did the brothers lose this time?"
"Reporting to the leader, we have a total of 6 casualties, 17 serious injuries, 35 minor injuries, and many people's Pokémon have lost their combat capabilities."
"Allow them to receive compensation. The injured Pokémon should also receive medical treatment. We can also reward those who have made contributions."
"There's one more thing I'm not sure if I should mention..." the Skull Team member muttered, "We've found a large number of civilians in the enemy camp. I wonder what you plan to do..."
"This is so annoying!" Guzma roared impatiently. "We don't have time to settle these refugees. Give them some food and let them go home."
"As ordered..."
"There's no time to recruit those prisoners. Confiscate all their Pokémon and tell them to get out!"
"As ordered!"
After arranging everything, Guzma rubbed his temples, feeling a headache. Although this battle was a resounding victory, they had only destroyed the enemy's vanguard. The enemy's total strength was still several times greater than their own.
"Chairman Lusamine, when will your reinforcements arrive..."
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Yang Ming followed "Brother Buzhanmi" and fled all the way to the depths of the Yuelun Lake ruins. He actually gathered more than 300 defeated soldiers along the way.
Looking at this group of rabble, Yang Ming sighed in his heart.
Too weak, really too weak!
These guys are far inferior to the elite of the League and the Rockets, not to mention the elite of the team. They are even far inferior to the Skeleton Team. Even the 300 refugees that Yang Ming temporarily trained for two months are much more disciplined than this group of guys.
After all, these people are just a group of bandits who usually bully civilians. If they really meet a tough guy, they will just scatter.
Not only these low-level bandits, but even the eight elite leaders are a bunch of fakes. In a one-on-one situation, let alone the best of the Rockets elites such as Putson and Bashu, even the weaker Gotu and Mu are much stronger than these wild elites. No wonder they were unilaterally slaughtered by the Skeleton Team.
"Fortunately, I revealed the news to all 18 quasi-kings at that time. If I had only instigated a part of the bandit armed forces to go to war with the Skeleton Team, this group of rabble would probably have been easily killed by Guzma." Yang Ming secretly rejoiced.
But Bu Zanmi doesn't think so.
Before, he was just a small leader with more than a hundred subordinates. Now, by absorbing the defeated soldiers of the other seven leaders, he has expanded the total strength of his subordinates to more than three hundred people. This made him overjoyed.
In these chaotic times, the more troops you have, the more territory you can occupy, and the more common people you can oppress and exploit. For a bandit warlord like Buzanni, who lacks ambition, defeating the Skeleton Corps is unimportant; the most important thing is whether you can continue to rule the mountain.
The only drawback is that in the previous battle, Buzhanmi's confidants suffered heavy casualties, resulting in the majority of the 300 defeated soldiers now being the troops of the other seven leaders.
"This is not convenient for management..." When Buzhanni was worried, he suddenly thought of the younger brother he had just recruited yesterday. "Qionggui doesn't seem to be very scheming. Maybe he can be promoted to manage these people."
Thinking of this, Bu Zhanni walked up to Yang Ming and forced a smile: "Brother Qionggui, I have suffered heavy losses this time. You are the only reliable brother left. You have to help me."
Yang Ming's heart stirred. He thought he could use this opportunity to parasitize the incompetent warlord Buzhanni. He immediately patted his chest and said, "My life was saved by Big Brother Buzhanni. If Big Brother Buzhanni has any difficulties, please tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse!"
"Okay, brother, I was right about you!" Seeing his generosity, Buzhanni was overjoyed. "Brother, I want to become sworn brothers with you. What do you think?"
Yang Ming was secretly delighted, but pretended to be flattered on the surface: "Brother, I am of humble origin. How can I be sworn brothers with you?" Buzhanni patted his shoulder: "What's the point of being born in a humble family? From now on, we are brothers, sharing happiness and hardships!"
In this way, Yang Ming became the second-in-command of the Buzhanni gang, responsible for helping the "big brother" Buzhanni manage more than 300 defeated soldiers under his command, and for a time he also had some power.
"Let's go, the friendly forces are ahead."
When Bushanni and others arrived at a bunker, another man who looked like a leader came up to meet them.
"Hey, isn't this a mud-free thing? How come it's like this after just one day of not seeing you?"
Buzhanni's face suddenly darkened. "Zoushanmang, please don't laugh at me. We ran into the main force of the Skeleton Team this time and were almost wiped out. I was the only one who escaped back with the rest of my brothers."
The Mountain Python looked at the 300 or so soldiers who were like beggars and saw that the other seven leaders were indeed absent from the team. His face suddenly darkened. "Come on, follow me to see Lord Fanshan Yao!"
The Mountain Python and the Mudless were about to go see their leader, the Mountain Hawk, but they discovered that Yang Ming had also followed them. They immediately flew into a rage: "Are you worthy enough to see Master Mountain Hawk? Get lost!"
Bu Zhanni hurriedly stopped him: "This is my second brother Qiong Gui, and he is also the second most important person among our 300-plus people. Please give me a favor and take him over."
The Mountain Python thought about it and felt that it was not a good look for the eight leaders who were the vanguard to die and only Buzanni was left. So he relented: "Okay, this won't happen again."
Just like that, they arrived at a newly built tent. After Zou Shanmang went in to report, he came out and motioned them in. Inside the tent, a handsome man in his thirties sat at the main seat, his face gloomy. He was Fan Shan Yao, one of the "Eighteen Princes."
"Bu Zhanni, look at the soldiers you're leading. You're the only one left among the Eight Vanguards. How are you going to explain such a heavy loss?"
Buzhanmi quickly knelt down and said, "Sir, this time we have encountered the main force of the Skeleton Team. We are really outnumbered!"
He then made a series of excuses, trying to completely deflect responsibility, such as Guzma's personal actions, the seven bosses being useless teammates, and the fact that one can't handle the whole thing without getting involved. Anyway, the other seven bosses were already dead, so there was no one left to expose his escape.
"Hmph, I don't care whether your excuses are true or false. If it happens again, you'll be dead!" Fanshan Yao said coldly.
Bu Zhanni was so frightened that he trembled and dared not say a word.
"Several important people are coming to my place for a meeting. You should stay and report to them."