The Arab Empire was indeed very powerful, but the long-term foreign wars had left the entire country extremely short of young labor. Some of them stayed around the royal capital all year round, so it was not noticeable. However, if all the villages were to recruit soldiers, this danger would immediately become apparent.
When they saw Modira's eyes, many people around also glanced over. Our village no longer has young labor force, and it is very likely that we will not be able to hold on in the upcoming competition. Let alone increasing production, even if robbers come, we don't have enough strength to resist.
In the past, bandits would not come to their village. There are so many strong fighting people in the whole village. Unless the bandit leader is sick, otherwise he comes here just to seek excitement. Their fighting power is much stronger than that of ordinary villages. Why are you coming here?
But the situation is different now. After these 19 people left, their combat effectiveness would be reduced by at least half. Moreover, these people had received rewards from the court. When they fought and robbed outside, they had brought back countless good things. So if they were to rob them, it would be much better than an ordinary village.
"Hurry up and find a place to store all the valuables in your home. If possible, try not to stay in this village. If you have young women at home, go to other villages with stronger defenses."
Modila said loudly that the bandits must have heard the news here, and it spread very quickly from here to the desert, and it would take two or three days at most. I'm afraid the bandits in the desert would come here, and if you want to run away by then, you might not be able to outrun those bandits, so while they haven't come yet, hurry up and move everyone who needs to be moved. After the bandits come two or three times and find that there is no benefit here, they probably won't come again.
Originally, everyone was still in grief, thinking that their husbands were going to fight against the Tang army and might not come back this time. But now they had no time to be sad. They had to take care of the present first. Otherwise, their husbands would not die on the battlefield, but they were all kidnapped by bandits. That would be the biggest joke.
"Son, you must come back alive."
Old man Modila looked at the direction where the young people in the village left, and finally said this, then hurried back to work. The only people left in his family were the elderly, the weak, and the disabled. He still had some face in front of the government's army, but he had no face at all in front of the robbers. The robbers only cared about young women and treasures, and didn't care about anything else.
After the conscription team left here, they escorted these people to the assembly point in the north of the city. When they arrived near the assembly point, they found that there were teams everywhere around them, and there were even some acquaintances among them.
"Sambik, why are you here too? Can't your father even protect you?"
Sambik is Modira's youngest son. In everyone's opinion, based on Modira's ability back then, it should be no problem for him to keep his youngest son. But now that Sambik appears here, there is only one result: his father's words are useless.
"Look at those people. What's the point of my father's words? Nineteen people came from our village. How many people came from your village, Raf?"
Sambik had been in the army before, and because of his father, he was immediately appointed as a squad leader. He was in charge of about fifty people, and the people on Laf's side happened to be under his command. Although the two grew up together, Laf's status was not very good. He had only been a member of the Royal City Guard for one year and had never been on a real battlefield, so he could only be the captain of a squad of ten people.
"Your village is relatively respectable. Only nineteen people came from your place, and you still have some left. We have thirty-five people here, aged fifteen to forty-five, and almost all of them have been captured. The court still understands that all of us are cannon fodder on the battlefield, while the remaining people in your village can be used to defend the capital at a critical moment."
Laf's eyes were a little dark. After all, people are different. Take Modira for example. The main reason is that he is still near the royal capital. Once the Tang army comes, this man can still raise an army, so it is impossible for him to go to the battlefield. But it is different in Laf's village. All of them are descendants of ordinary soldiers. The court will not give up unless they are all pushed to the battlefield.
Sambik also knew this, and did not say anything else on this issue. It seemed that the court was somewhat caring about him. As the captain of a team of fifty people, he now had to gather all his men to register. Once the registration was completed, anyone who left again would be a deserter in the history of the Arab Empire, and everyone, including his family members, would have to bear the corresponding responsibilities.
"Do you think they'll really reach the capital? Marshal Sukhguman still has a large army, over 200,000 men. Add us, and we'll have over 300,000 men. Can't we stop the Tang army? They're all superhumans! I just can't believe it. Can't my scimitar drink their blood?"
After completing the registration, Sambik saw that there was nothing to do, so he sat next to Raf. Now everyone was confused and couldn't remember anything, so they just sat up and chatted. This was the last quiet before the war. Maybe when the next break came, some people in this circle would never be able to sit up again.
"I don't know what your father taught you, but you're still so naive. You're wielding a scimitar, but do you know what the Tang army uses? I heard from the refugees from the north that they use that stuff as artillery. If a spherical object explodes among us, none of these dozen people will survive, including the livestock. They'll all be killed, and their people are still hundreds of meters away. How do you think we're supposed to fight them? We're fast, but they won't engage us in close combat. You can't kill an enemy hundreds of meters away with your scimitar, can you?"
Laf pulled Sambi aside. He couldn't say it in front of so many people. If he said it in front of so many people, it would shake the morale of the army.
