521: Chapter 521 Zhao Xuan's Fighting Spirit

Zhao Fusu handed over the task of recruiting Mercenary in the Kingdom of Loulan to Zhao Xuan.

"Please rest assured, Consul General, I guarantee that I will complete the task!"

A heavy stone had been weighing on Zhao Xuan's heart.

Recalling his previous recruitment experience within Great Qin, he had truly hit walls everywhere and seen very little success.

He had been full of ambition, wanting to recruit a powerful mercenary team for the Consul General, but reality had dealt him a heavy blow.

The number of Mercenary recruited was few and far between, far from his expected goal.

Whenever it was late at night and everything was quiet, he would toss and turn, his heart shrouded in deep self-reproach.

He felt that he had truly failed Zhao Fusu's trust in him.

The Consul General had entrusted him with such an important task, yet he had failed to deliver a satisfactory result; every time he thought of it, he felt immense guilt and found it hard to let go.

Now that the Consul General had once again entrusted the task of recruiting Mercenary to him, Zhao Xuan felt both a mountain of pressure and a surge of strong fighting spirit.

He swore secretly in his heart that this time, no matter what difficulties he encountered or how much effort he had to put in, he would definitely complete the task.

He knew well that only by successfully completing the task could he be worthy of the Consul General's trust; otherwise, he would never be able to forgive himself.

In order to complete the task smoothly, Zhao Xuan's first step was to find a translator.

The languages of the people from the Six Lands within Great Qin were all different, let alone in the Kingdom of Loulan.

Fortunately, Zhang Qian had arrived early; he not only knew the Great Qin Dialect but also the local language of the Kingdom of Loulan.

He knew the importance of language, so he had already trained a group of translators.

Zhao Xuan found a translator through Zhang Qian.

Next, with the help of the translator, he inquired for information everywhere.

He knew well that if he wanted to recruit a sufficient number of people with the will to fight, he could no longer act blindly as he had before.

After some effort, he learned from some well-informed locals that there was a slum on the outskirts of the city.

A large number of impoverished people gathered there, struggling every day for survival.

Upon hearing this news, Zhao Xuan immediately rushed there without pause.

As he stepped into this slum, an oppressive and desperate atmosphere washed over him.

The narrow streets were piled with trash, emitting a nauseating stench.

The dilapidated houses were rickety, as if a strong gust of wind could blow them over.

Children in rags played in the streets and alleys; they were emaciated, and their eyes revealed a numbness toward life.

Zhao Xuan had his own calculations in mind.

Most of the people living here had lost hope in life.

But suffering also made them want to change their current situation more than anyone else.

As soon as Zhao Xuan arrived, many eyes focused on him.

He walked to a crowded area, speaking one sentence at a time, followed by the translator.

"I am recruiting Mercenary here; there will be plenty of food. As long as you go to the battlefield and kill enemies, you will receive an extra reward for every person killed!"

When the crowd heard they were being recruited to fight in a war, many lost interest.

Fighting in a war means people will die.

Zhao Xuan was not surprised by their reaction. He continued, "Fellow villagers, why don't you think about it? We poor folk have neither extraordinary skills to establish ourselves in this world through a craft, nor do we have prominent family backgrounds to rely on for a good life under ancestral protection. Look at the lives we're living now—not enough to eat, not enough to wear, and living in such dilapidated places."