Anthony felt that describing them as a scattered pile of sand, a motley crew, was more than apt.
Yet, he needed this motley crew to attack that city wall!
Low, resonant words emerged from Anthony's mouth.
"I know it's our arrival that made you lose your homes, lose your loved ones."
"What we are doing is meaningful!"
"It's to sever the shackles of enslavement between you and the Lords!"
"The Lords, for their own interests, have wantonly exploited your bodies, deprived you of your deserved wages, and even made you toil daily just to eat a bite of gruel..."
The confused eyes of the bandits revealed a trace of brightness.
They seemed to feel that what Anthony said made some sense.
Anthony's words continued.
"Now, under my leadership, you will carry out a great assault!"
"We will attack that territory dozens of miles away. After breaching the city walls, we will slay all resistance forces in that territory and liberate the peasants from the hands of the Lords!"
