The most powerful emperor grandson of the Tang Dynasty

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. But 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 increase 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 people in the whole village. Unless the bandit leader is sick, he will come 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 will be reduced by at least half. Moreover, these people have received rewards from the court. When they fought and robbed outside, they didn’t know how many good things they brought back. 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 strong defenses."

Modira said loudly that the bandits must have also known the news here. It will spread from here to the desert very quickly. It will take only two or three days at most. I am afraid that the bandits in the desert will come here. If you want to run by that time, I am afraid you will not be able to outrun those bandits. So while they have not 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 will not come again.

Originally, everyone was still feeling sad, 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 old, the weak, the sick 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 leaving here, the conscription team 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 protect his youngest son. But now that Sambik is here, there is only one result. His father's words are useless. "Look at those people. What's the use of my father's words? There are 19 people 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, in charge of about fifty people. 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, and 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 the issue. It seemed that the court was somewhat considerate of him. As the captain of a team of fifty people, he now had to gather all his men together to register. Once the registration was completed, anyone who left again would be considered 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 can really reach the capital? Marshal Sukhguman still has a lot of troops, more than 200,000 people, plus us, more than 300,000 people, can't we stop the Tang army? They all have supernatural powers, I really don't believe it, can't the scimitar in my hand 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 time 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 how your father taught you. You are still so naive. You are using a scimitar. Do you know what the Tang army uses? I heard from the refugees from the north that they use that kind of thing as a cannon. As long as a spherical thing explodes among us, none of these dozen people will survive, including the livestock. They will all be killed. And their people are still hundreds of meters away. How do you think we should fight them? Our speed is quite fast, but they don't fight us hand to hand. You can't kill the enemy hundreds of meters away with your scimitar, right?"

Rafe pulled Sambi aside. He couldn't say it in front of so many people. If he said it in front of so many people, he would shake the morale of the army. (End of this chapter)