How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 113

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【Chapter 113】

 

Carlisle’s group fought a daily war against human excrement, enduring each day as it came.

 

If it weren’t for the Baby Dragon’s efforts, Carlisle’s group would have most likely died buried in filth.

 

The amount of human excrement produced daily by as many as 1,500 Barbarians was truly enormous.

 

“Thank goodness. We can get out tonight.”

 

Begman looked relieved as he saw that the blocked Research Laboratory entrance had been cleared.

 

“We should leave as soon as night falls. They might block the entrance again.”

 

Kudo spoke as if agreeing.

 

“Tell everyone to gather. We need to have a strategy meeting.”

 

“Yes, Commander.”

 

Carlisle’s group discussed their escape operation under the leadership of scout commander Begman.

 

“So this is the Chieftain’s Tent, and this is the Command Post. This side is their Barracks. If you go this way, there’s the Wooden Palisade they built and…”

 

Thanks to Marder conducting Aerial Reconnaissance through Hugin, Carlisle’s group knew the internal structure of the Fortress built by the Barbarians in great detail.

 

“It won’t be easy.”

 

Carlisle, who had been quietly listening, spoke up.

 

“There are many Sentries, and the escape Route doesn’t look promising either. If a chase breaks out, we’ll all die. It’s too far. To our Military Unit.”

 

Carlisle’s assessment was accurate.

 

Even if they secretly slipped out, if they were discovered, the possibility of being caught before going far was very high.

 

It goes without saying that this would make the escape difficulty much higher.

 

Moving rashly would be perfect for getting massacred.

 

“I think the same. There are too many Sentries. The Wooden Palisade is also high.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“It might be better to hold out as long as possible.”

 

Kudo also expressed reluctance.

 

“Hmm. Should we hold out as long as we can? But our Food Supplies are running low. Same with Drinking Water.”

 

Begman couldn’t easily make a decision either.

 

While the Baby Dragon would handle the pouring filth, there would be limits to continuing to hold out without Food Supplies and Drinking Water.

 

“Couldn’t we just steal them?”

 

“Steal?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“From where?”

 

“We could sneak out and just steal Food Supplies and Drinking Water and come back.”

 

“…!”

 

When Carlisle suggested this, the Scout Members were startled.

 

Steal Food Supplies and Drinking Water from inside the Barbarians’ Fortress?

 

It was a story with enough possibility.

 

While escaping would require breaking through the vigilance of Sentries guarding the Wooden Palisade and Castle Wall, stealing Food Supplies and Drinking Water wouldn’t be that difficult.

 

Moreover, even if Food Supplies and Drinking Water went missing, they would consider it an inside job, so the risk of being discovered was low.

 

The Barbarians wouldn’t dream that Carlisle’s group was hiding underground in the Fortress.

 

“That seems like a good idea.”

 

Kudo expressed agreement.

 

“Right. That much seems possible without much trouble?”

 

“Oh?”

 

The other Scout Members also nodded as if agreeing with Carlisle’s opinion.

 

“Where is the Food Storage?”

 

“Here.”

 

Marder drew an X on the Map depicting the interior of the Barbarians’ Fortress and explained.

 

“Sentries?”

 

“Not many.”

 

“Good, let’s do it.”

 

Begman accepted Carlisle’s opinion.

 

“For this kind of mission, Commander and Wilson would be perfect, wouldn’t they.”

 

“What did you say?”

 

“What do you mean by that?”

 

Begman and Wilson both flared up simultaneously.

 

“Commander and Wilson are experts at disguising as Barbarians. You’ve done it several times before, so why are you acting like this now?”

 

Kudo tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.

 

“That’s different!”

 

“You’re saying we’re ugly in a roundabout way!”

 

Begman and Wilson shouted angrily.

 

* * *

 

That dawn.

 

Begman, Wilson, and Marder, who had gone outside the Research Laboratory, returned with Food Supplies and Drinking Water.

 

“…That’s startling.”

 

Carlisle saw Begman and Wilson and momentarily thought they were enemies, almost drawing Grimgand, then confirmed they were Allied Forces and patted his startled chest.

 

“You look real.”

 

“What do you mean by that?”

 

“What do you think I mean. I mean you look like Barbarians.”

 

“…”

 

“Disguised like that, you really look authentic.”

 

Carlisle sincerely praised Begman and Wilson.

 

“…”

 

Begman and Wilson made awkward expressions, not knowing how to react.

 

It was ambiguous whether this was an insult or praise.

 

However they interpreted it would be up to the two of them.

 

“Were there any problems?”

 

“Maybe because we were disguised, it was too easy.”

 

“As expected. I knew Commander and Wilson could do it.”

 

Kudo smiled as if he had expected this.

 

Trembling…!!!

 

Begman and Wilson trembled with anger.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Carlisle spoke up with a sudden thought.

 

“If we can access the Food Storage this easily, couldn’t we do something else too?”

 

“Something else?”

 

“Like poisoning the Water… or assassinating enemy commanders…?”

 

“…!”

 

The Scout Members were startled by Carlisle’s words.

 

They had only thought of stealing Food Supplies and Drinking Water, never imagining poisoning food or Assassination.

 

“You said the internal security isn’t that strict. Then it might be worth trying. Even if not Assassination, poisoning Food Supplies or Drinking Water seems quite feasible.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Begman thought for a moment then said.

 

“What you’re saying isn’t wrong. But we don’t have any suitable poison to use.”

 

“We don’t necessarily have to kill them.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Wouldn’t causing non-combat losses be sufficient enough…?”

 

Non-combat losses meant losing combat effectiveness due to reasons unrelated to battle, such as training or illness.

 

“Non-combat losses?”

 

“We could make them all get stomach problems as a group.”

 

“How?”

 

“There’s plenty of material around.”

 

Carlisle pointed slightly toward the ventilation shaft as he spoke.

 

“Material… you mean human excrement???”

 

“Yes.”

 

Kudo stepped forward to help explain.

 

“I think it’s a good idea. Even if we just mix a little human excrement into their drinking water, anyone who drinks it will get dysentery. Of course, from their perspective, they won’t know the cause, so they’ll think some unknown plague is spreading.”

 

Human excrement was naturally teeming with all kinds of germs.

 

So if they drank water contaminated with human excrement, even the barbarians would surely get stomach problems and be unable to fight properly.

 

“That sounds like a plausible idea?”

 

“Oh?”

 

The scout members’ eyes lit up after hearing Kudo’s words.

 

Dysentery was definitely not a disease to be taken lightly.

 

Not only would they suffer from high fever and abdominal pain, but in severe cases, they could die from dehydration.

 

If it wasn’t just simple gastroenteritis but an epidemic disease like typhoid spread, it would be entirely possible for the entire unit to lose combat effectiveness and become powerless.

 

“Right, it seems like a good strategy, so let’s try it your way.”

 

“Yes, good luck with the work.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Begman tilted his head.

 

“Good luck with the work? What do you mean by that?”

 

“It looks like you’ll have a hard time.”

 

“Aren’t we all supposed to work hard together?”

 

“Why should we all work hard together? Only the people who need to do it should do it.”

 

“Then what about you?”

 

“I came up with the idea, so the captain and the others should carry it out.”

 

“What? You won’t lift a finger?”

 

“I told you before. I’m a noble, so I can’t do that kind of thing.”

 

“This bastard, really!”

 

Begman burst out in anger, but Carlisle didn’t even blink.

 

“So that’s how it is? Then I have no choice. I’ll have to order you as the reconnaissance captain.”

 

“Then I’ll desert again.”

 

“What?!”

 

“Or you could kill me.”

 

Carlisle slightly showed his white neckline.

 

It was an expression of his will not to do any work related to filth.

 

“This bastard, I’ve been watching and watching… Phew. Fine. Let’s stop talking about it.”

 

Begman squeezed his eyes shut.

 

“Just leave him be.”

 

“What can we do when he says he’d rather die? Still, he does his part when it matters, so let’s let it slide.”

 

The scout members defended Carlisle.

 

Though he was annoying to them, he was a direct descendant of the Sigmund family and the son of Grand Duke Guntram, the ruler of Decaron.

 

Everyone knew what could happen if they forced such a Carlisle to do something against his will.

 

The current situation itself was the result of Battalion Commander Krabel persistently tormenting Carlisle.

 

* * *

 

Meanwhile, Helen was making every effort to rescue Carlisle’s group even while Bowden Fortress was under attack.

 

However, Helen, who was merely a captain, couldn’t come up with any concrete solutions no matter how much she ran around.

 

“Didn’t I tell you it’s not possible? If we move troops to help those guys escape, we might suffer irreversible damage. You should know that much, shouldn’t you?”

 

“I’m not saying we should fight the enemies. If we just create confusion and withdraw…”

 

“What if we get surrounded? What if we have numerous casualties and deaths during the retreat?”

 

“…”

 

“There’s no way for now. Either hold out as much as possible, or escape on their own – those are the only options.”

 

Just as Helen was rejected after proposing a diversionary operation to Krabel for Carlisle’s group’s escape plan.

 

Flap!

 

Marder’s pet Hugin flew in through the window.

 

Helen immediately untied and read the message attached to Hugin’s ankle.

 

“Hmm. Is it whining content begging us to come rescue them?”

 

“No, it’s not.”

 

Helen glared at Krabel as if she was completely fed up.

 

“Then what is it?”

 

“It seems my subordinates have come up with a good strategy.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“They plan to contaminate the barbarians’ drinking water to cause non-combat losses.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Furthermore, they also plan to assassinate the enemies’ key commanders when they get the chance.”

 

“Is, is that really true?”

 

“It says all these strategies came from Private Carlisle’s head.”

 

“Huh.”

 

“My subordinates aren’t as incompetent as you think, Battalion Commander.”

 

Helen’s voice was full of pride as she said this.

 

The 3rd Company reconnaissance team’s reputation had already been severely damaged after botching their last operation, so it was natural for Helen, as their commander, to feel proud that they had found a breakthrough even in a crisis situation.

 

“That remains to be seen. We’ll have to judge based on the results, won’t we?”

 

“My subordinates will succeed.”

 

“We’ll see. If the operation succeeds, the higher-ups might gladly send reinforcements too. With such solid evidence, they’d be worth sending reinforcements for no matter how difficult the situation.”

 

As Krabel said, if this operation succeeded, there would be no reason for the superior unit not to send reinforcements.

 

It would be absurd not to attack when an epidemic had spread in enemy territory and their combat effectiveness had plummeted.

 

“You should understand what I mean well enough, so go ahead. Keep reporting on the operation’s progress intermittently.”

 

“Yes, Battalion Commander.”

 

“I’ll expect good results.”

 

“Yes…?”

 

“If those guys succeed in their operation, it would be a great help to my promotion too. Like it or not, they’re also my subordinates. So I can only hope for good results. Would I want them to die?”

 

“…”

 

“Right, if they’ve been giving me headaches all this time, they should at least make this battalion commander happy like this. Yes, of course.”

 

Helen left Krabel’s office without even bothering to respond, as if she didn’t want to exchange words with him.

 

Then she returned to her own office, wrote a reply, and sent Hugin off.

 

“Please succeed.”

 

Helen earnestly prayed for the operation’s success.

 

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the method for Carlisle’s group to safely escape enemy territory depended on this operation.

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