Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 293: Raise the hoes(1)

Chapter 293: Raise the hoes(1)

Two soldiers sat on overturned crates near the edge of a sprawling refugee camp. The air was heavy with the mingling smells of unwashed bodies and meager cooking fires. Their armor was dented, their boots caked with mud. One leaned on his spear, muttering under his breath.

"Portions've been gettin' smaller by the day," the first soldier grumbled not only about his , casting a glance toward a group of refugees huddled around a cookpot, but of everybody . "Folk are gettin' restless. Saw a couple of 'em shovin' each other on the line for supper, which soo' tuned into fistin'."

His companion scratched the back of his neck, his face drawn in a frown. "Aye, I heard. And I'll tell ya somethin' worse—there's talk the carts bringin' food were ambushed. Bandits took the lot."

The first soldier straightened, turning sharply. "Bandits? You havin' me on?" His voice rose slightly, incredulous.''Where ya heard that horseshit?''

"Wish It was," the second replied, spitting on the ground. "I believe it's why the supplies ain't shown up like they oughta. Couple o' blokes say the roads to the city ain't safe no more."