Infrastructure: Part Two Hundred and Thirty Eight

Corporal Yuri Darinov checked the load on his shotgun as the train pulled into the station, flipping off the safety when it came to a complete stop. Part of it's load was the usual supplies of flour, potatoes, lard, beans, bacon, beer and cann'ed meat and vegetables that fueled any lumber camp, the other bit was far less pleasant. There were three Box Cars which were unloaded first one by one. When the door on the first one was opened it let out a wofting human stink.

"Tsilshai, Jehim! Tsilshai, Jehim!" he barked. With that from the gloom came a bedraggled Janissary in prison uniform. He walked with a limp but kept moving quietly. Another followed soon afterwards, as did another. He and a couple other guards monitored them as they filed out and were lead off to be assigned quarters. All of them seemed comparatively healthy despite some wounds, if disheveled and unkempt. Their cars had been outfitted with a rudimentary latrine and benches per Detail's request. Part of him privately objected to that as being too good for them, even though the cars smelt bad enough with them.  He'd heard the reports of what Janissaries were like and what they did to the people their masters loosed them upon. The official policy was that they were made like that by the Dark Elves and they could still become something else if given the opportunity even though he still thought it would be simpler just to put them down.

Even so going by what he'd read in The Recon (the army's newspaper) not that many of the Janissaries at the battle of Daagsgrad had been taken alive. Most of them had either died fighting or at least trying to get to the fight. Some of those who had tried were cut down Drow warriors or in some cases their fellow slave soldiers. Apparently it had to do with their slave religion. One thing that he'd noticed about captured Janissaries was (at least after they'd been in detention for some time) in most cases the fight just seemed to melt out of them and unless they were ordered to do something they tended to mope about. Many of them ate little despite the fact that timber harvesting and charcoal production was demanding work. A few of them committed suicide or tried to do so. This did not make him sympathetic to them, but it did take the edge off his disdain.

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