Industrial revolution starting with the undead

George is the leader of the bandits who occupy this mountain.

Originally George was the head of the mercenary regiment. But the great war that engulfed the continent ended a few years ago, and those who could only earn money on the battlefield lost their jobs. And the end of the mercenary regiment, which is no longer edible, is either wild drooling to death or giving himself up to bandits.

George's mercenary regiment - "The Flaming King Fools" - chose the latter.

From the former, a mercenary regiment has no job unless it's a time of war. And the "Flaming King Fools" weren't big enough to match that daunting name, and even when it was the most, it was only a group of about twenty-five. Unless it's enough war for a job to come around to such a small mercenary regiment, you can tell them there's no turnout on the battlefield.

Thus, in a sense, the bandits were also their main business.

"Hey, how much supplies are left?

"Heh. You'll be out of food in three days, head"

"Is it gone now? Damn, you haven't been very fruitful lately."

"The amount you take from the village has been greatly reduced."

"Shit..."

It is the village of Bath, closest to this mountain, where George's "Flaming King Fools" are the main earner.

At first, there was quite a bit of material storage, which meant that immediately after the harvest, I made enough money to make a luxury trip. But then the amount that can be taken away at once is only decreasing, and now we can only get enough food to live for four or five days in a single raid.

In addition to that, all the mesmerizing young daughters grabbed them, of which about half sold them off to slave traders. Now you can say that the only villagers in Bath's village are old people.

It was the Flaming King's Fools who took it all away.

"Change your base."

"Attack another village, my head."

"Oh. Do you want to kill all the people in Bath's village at the end of the day, take all the food, all the money, and change their base to another mountain? Other villages will still have young women."

"Uh-huh! Young woman grabbing again!

"Hey, I'm the first one to taste it."

Guhehe, and a humble grin.

Behind this stronghold there are still a few women. But George has already finished his taste and is now offering it for the comfort of his men. So much so that some people lose their emotions and don't speak up no matter what they do, they are played out.

All you have to do is get a new woman and you can sell her off to a slave trader. Even so, it is in a state that will always be used in order not to get a new woman.

A lot of voices from my men say, "I'm tired of them, Sukido."

"There are only two days left for the slave traders to come this way. We'll sell them out then."

"You're buying a new woman?

"Do you want to buy it from a stupid, expensive slave trader? She's a woman, you can grab her from a new village."

"Ugh! We'll stick it out!

Uh-huh, laughing subordinates.

George also smiles at the words of such a subordinate. They gathered all the human scraps, without any hesitation in taking them from others, irresistible in doing anything to the woman who grabbed them.

This relationship makes this space uninterrupted and comfortable.

"The next village has to be tightened without killing them alive."

"You mean not too flashy?

"Well, that's it. Peasants work, and it's our job to serve the privileged class. If we kill them for nothing, we'll have less."

"Hiccup. Your head, we're nobles!

"Hi-ha!

To his men's words, George laughs.

Originally born in rural areas, nobility is utterly remote to George, who became a mercenary for a thousand bucks. At best, so much so that I have heard that the countryside is also the territory of Count Nantka.

And nobility is inherently the job of protecting territory. If bandits attack villages in this way, it is natural to send out troops to exterminate bandits and maintain law and order.

But when Georges and the others set up a base in the land and said it had already been nearly a year, there was no indication that such a noble army would come.

The reason for this is, George knows it too.

The aristocrats occupying this territory - the Earls of Fleetberg - are famous for being so poor that they can even reach the ears of mercenaries.

Not very much, but they won't send troops or anything.

"Oh, well, I'll dump this place in three days. Get ready!

"Usu!"

Simplified but formerly an army fort, this place was cozy there, but I can't help it.

All you have to do is look for new heavens and earth to travel and discover a place to calm down ahead. Hopefully, I'll be able to discover even a few larger caves.

Come on, George feels hungry, too, and gets up wondering if he's going to keep it in his stomach for a little while.

That, at the next moment.

Inside the fort, a scream sounded.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!!!

"-!"

"Hey, what the fuck!?

"The entrance!

My men, who were in the fort, shout so with surprise.

It was definitely the entrance to the fort that I heard that scream. Always tell them to guard the entrance in pairs and report when the enemy shows up.

But what the hell has come...

"Hey, what the hell..."

George, and the rest of my men.

I can't really swallow a change of circumstances like that, but look at the entrance.

It should have been their restful place, through its entrance.

Despair - manifested.

"Hey, hey...!

There he was, a flock of skeletons.

The army of the deceased marches in trembling bones with the katakata.

That's as if, filling the entrance...

"Hey, what the heck? Aaaah!!

"Hi-ha, hi-ha!!

"but geeky......!

"of, the curse......!

What the leading skeleton holds in his right hand is a bloody seeping long sword. And what you hold in your left hand is the neck of your men, who probably lived until earlier.

Every time I move a little, I tremble my claws and jaw bones, the skeleton as if I were laughing.

I don't remember anything but fear in that figure.

"Shit... hey, kill me!

"Ku......!

George tells more than twenty men who are gathered there.

I've never fought skeletons against them or anything, but as far as I can tell, there are only about a dozen skeletons. And if it's just a few, it's better this way.

Show each of your men a sword in their hand and fight the skeleton.

"Wow!

One of my men hits the skeleton with a sword. The sword undoubtedly hits the skeleton, on its shoulder.

Kah, and the sound of dryness just didn't extend to crushing that bone.

Bones are harder than they are. With a sword blow with no hips, a human bone is not easily amputated.

And the leading skeleton waves the sword thoughtfully, as if to warn an inadvertently approached subordinate. It definitely penetrated my men's bellies and blood erupted.

The others stop moving, too, to the appearance of their subordinates who cease to move.

"Become...!

"Whoa, head!

"Ku, damn......! Hey, why, such a monster...!

This was originally a military fort.

There is only one entrance to consolidate that defense so that it never gets inside.

And a bunch of skeletons gathering at that entrance, obviously hostile to this one.

"Hey, what the heck!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

My men, who have lost control of their fear of monsters, run and their lives are shredded one by one.

The skeletons aimed precisely at the steeple, decreasing the number of George's men one by one.

"Hih, no, no, no, no!

The last thing left in George's eyes.

He was a skeleton figure, waving his sword down with his white bone arms, looking at George with the eyes of a carrot that had not floated any emotions.