Proof of the Sun King

After two rounds of shelling, a white flag was raised inside the cottage.

The knights cheered the victory. The knights of the duchy of Giso Leaux had formed a team proudly wanting to enter the cottage to show off their might. They wanted to warn the serfs through their actions that betrayal would eventually face the most terrible thing. punish.

However, when they actually entered the interior of the cottage, the sight in front of them made the knights open their mouths.

The cottage is full of corpses, the corpses of serfs, the dead corpses of those rebel serfs were randomly placed and covered the ground inside the cottage. Those killed in battle, starved, and frozen can be seen everywhere.

There are about a hundred serfs crammed into the thatched cottage in the cottage to survive. All of them are so hungry that their faces are yellow and skinny, and their skin is shimmering. Everyone has sunken eyes. Whether it is an old man, a woman or a child, they can only squeeze. Together, they use their body temperature to keep each other warm. There is a stench in the room, and there are urine and urinals everywhere. Thatch, a few torn blankets, and a few single coats are the only things that the more than 100 serfs have to keep out the cold.

Seeing the knights rushing in, the expressions of these serfs were only numb, deeply numb, and many of them had an indifferent expression on their faces, as if the trials of the knights were indifferent things.

Sir Coulson entered the cottage with a lot of anger in his mouth. He wanted to ask why the serfs were rioting? Why rebel? Why did these serfs actually choose to betray when the knights were fighting on the front line to resist the undead invasion, and why did the knights trade their lives for victory! ?

How are they qualified to do so? !

But now, the knights were a little dazed. The more than 20 ranger knights from the Duchy of Giso Leaux walked forward blankly. The stench and rotten smell from the corpses permeated the entire cottage. When they saw the knights appear, These serfs staggered, struggling to walk towards the army. Many serfs had deformed feet and their bodies were frozen like living dead. Some serfs were thinner than bamboo poles.

The serfs were a little frightened when they saw the knights' expressions, and then they pleaded. Several serfs who were already starving to death knelt in front of the knights, begging for forgiveness. More serfs were dumbfounded. Knowing what to do, it was clear that the knights had come to suppress the rebellion, and their end was almost doomed.

Callard walked among the corpses, starving serfs everywhere, the expedition knight opened his mouth, really didn't know what to say.

Is this the way of knights?

What are we protecting?

"Where is your leader?" Bertrand sighed in a low voice. He found one of the serfs and asked, "Where is your leader?"

"In the tower, it exploded, sir." A serf who looked in his forties, his eyes black with hunger, knelt in front of Bertrand, crying uncontrollably.

"Why did it become like this?! Why?" An angry Raymond rushed over and grabbed the serf's unlined clothes, and roared frantically: "How can you watch your compatriots starve to death?"

"There's no way, there's nothing to eat, it's winter, the food we brought out has long been eaten, we can only eat mice and gnaw the bark, and the last remaining food has been given to healthy men, because they need to take on defense. , there are bandits, beastmen, and greenskins in the mountains, this is our last fortress, we can only wait here, waiting to starve to death."

"You can surrender to the knight lords!" Raymond then roared.

"Rebellion is a capital crime, hanging, sitting in a group, Mr. Sergeant." The serf even responded to Raymond with a smile: "It's all death, my sergeant, it's all death."

After speaking, the serf couldn't help covering his face and weeping, and he couldn't even cry a little: "That's it, the knights and gentlemen, execute as you wish."

"...The lady is up." Callard whispered: "We have to help them, I mean...these serfs need help."

"We need to distribute food, boil water, and find a way to go to the nearby town to get some more food... and blankets! Go!" Belgar's face was ugly, and the dwarf king suddenly felt that he had ordered the cannon. Deep regret: "Go!"

"I'm going to tell the Duke what happened here!" Sir Coulson only felt that something was broken. He was a little embarrassed and a little remorseful, and he was anxious to circle back and forth in the cottage: "Damn, ****! Why did it become so?"

In the entire camp, all the fugitive slaves were brought out. The soldiers tried to open some wooden houses. There were only piles of dead corpses. The knights leaned against each other, silent.

The bandit army camped outside the cottage, boiled water, and cooked porridge. The scene was chaotic and madly hungry serfs snatched it away. They thought it was their last supper.

With eyes blood red with hunger, and an arm shivering only in the cold wind, Sir Coulson, who was in charge of the bandit suppression, was heartbroken, and he just said silently: "I will tell the Duke, I will tell Duke..."

"Don't let them eat too much at one time! If you starve for too long, you will die if you eat too much at once!" Bertrand loudly instructed the soldiers under him, watching the tragic scene in the cottage, the rebel serfs hugged themselves The corpse of the loved one cried bitterly, and the jazz had mixed feelings in his heart. After he finished speaking, he sighed and wiped his tears: "Hey~ hurry up, we must concentrate on burying the corpses and praying, or they will become undead!"

"Sir, I think you need a towel." He held a towel in one hand and stretched out from the side, the expedition knight Karad's face turned black, and a smile barely squeezed out of the corner of his mouth, he sat down beside Bertrand: "Before I thought it was going to be a bandit expedition, but now it looks like we're a workhouse team."

"Mortals have to face far more than your knights imagined, Your Excellency Callard." Bertrand looked at the bonfire in front of him and said mockingly: "It's like why famous serfs don't eat cake, Many knights and gentlemen do not understand the hard work of serfs."

"The serfs don't have bread? Then they can eat cake!"

——Mary "Beauty", Queen "Beauty" of the previous King of Knights "Tyrant" John II

"Under the jurisdiction of the knights, the serfs have to face heavy taxes, but they can at least ask the knights to protect themselves, and in this case of rebellion, the serfs must arm themselves to protect themselves, there are too many enemies in the mountains , greenskins, beastmen, bandits, robbers, and some undead, anything that feels vulnerable in your eyes is the enemy of serfs to survive." Bertrand said to Callard: "In winter, serfs lack The food, the beasts and the greenskins, as well as the bandits and robbers, if it is normal, they can go into the mountains and forests to try their luck, but in this winter, they can only hide in the cottage and wait to starve to death, you guys You know, on the way we also met a bipedal dragon who came out to forage."

"I understand now why the earl asked us to bring more food when we set off." Raymond had obviously cried, and the halberd company commander wiped his tears: "This is the fate of the serf? God knows if I hadn't brought my mother with me. I escaped from Leonasse with my brother, am I going to be hanged or starved to death?"

Not far away, the bodies of truckloads of serfs were transported out of the cottage. The dwarves dug a pit and prepared to cremate these serfs collectively. According to preliminary calculations, there should be two or three hundred dead serfs. There are still more than 100 living people left, and now these surviving serfs are huddled in the corner of the cottage in anxiety, waiting for their judgment.

"What's so strange about this." Ivan, the tall Ugol leader, was holding a bowl of pork soup. His low Gothic language was not standard, but fortunately he could understand: "You know the north side of Kislev. What's going on north of the Linsk River?"

Without waiting for Callard and the others to answer, Ivan continued to speak to himself: "Eternal war, north of the Linsk River, there are hundreds of Ugor tribes, we graze and hunt in the wasteland, the only thing that can The cultivated land can only grow a small amount of food with the help of the magic of the ice witches. Every year, we have to fight the barbarian tribes from the northern wasteland, every year! Victory is not a very happy thing, Because we all know that next year the barbarian raiders will come back, and if we fail, our end is destruction, there is no mercy for the barbarians, they will kill all of us, old people, women, children, take away Our cattle and sheep, burn our houses, drink up our vodka."

When it comes to drinking PVTega, Ivan's face showed an expression of extreme hatred, his face flushed, and he cursed something in the language of the Ugor people.

"According to these serfs, there is a cottage over this mountain, and there are more people there. There are five or six such cottages nearby." Sir Bertrand said silently: "We may not have that. More food, I hope Duke Hagen can help us."

"Survival is the only trophy we win in the face of darkness." Callard said silently, the expedition knight suddenly felt that he had caught something faintly, that was the brilliance of knighthood, and he continued: "But we can't be shaken by this, knight. They are the last line of defense against helpless civilians and endless evil."

With his hands clenched between Durandal, Callard suddenly felt that he understood something, he raised the long sword and put the hilt against his forehead: "You think so too, don't you, Jules?"

What was left to Karad was the cry of the dwarves: "Enemy attack! A green-skinned tribe has appeared in the distance! It is a green-skinned war pig rider!"

"There are about one hundred and fifty enemies!"

"Prepare to fight! Prepare to fight!"

Everyone immediately stood up to prepare for battle, but a cold smile appeared on Callard's face. He motioned everyone to sit down, "You don't have to go, give me twenty minutes, and I'll come as soon as I go."

The expedition knight got on his horse, and with a roar, he rushed out of the cottage one by one. Under the surprised eyes of the dwarves, the expedition knight chopped five or six green-skinned war pig boys one by one, and rushed towards the middle of the group of greenskins.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fifteen minutes later.

Callard came back with the heads of a green-skin warlord and a few big green-skinned men. The blood-stained green-skin warlord's head still had a fearful expression on his face: "The problem is solved."

"The problem is not solved." Bellegar appeared from the side, the dwarf frowned, and asked Ser Coulson very rudely: "This is your master, Duke Hagen's promise to the dwarf? A group of half-starved Serfs? God knows how many people we can rescue?"

"This... I don't know how things will turn out like this, King Bellegar, we have sent a messenger to contact the Duke of Hagen, and the Duke will give you a satisfactory answer." Sir Coulson is very embarrassed, this is not his After all, he couldn't call the shots, and he didn't even expect this to happen.

"The greenskin eats people, the beasts eat people, the chaos eats people, people also eat people, the **** of nature Taal is on top, may you guide us, and humans will stop fighting infighting over such boring things. "Bertrand closed his eyes in pain. He picked up the holy emblem of the **** of nature Taal and prayed silently: "My machete and bow and arrow exist to protect and serve the count."

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It took two weeks for the bandit army to swept the settlements of several rebel serfs near the Blackstone stronghold with a gust of wind. The serfs would be bombarded with dwarven artillery until the defenders were forced to surrender.

Afterwards, two thousand rebel serfs were gathered, and then surrounded by a large number of troops, Hagen, Duke of Gisolayaux, came to the scene and sat on the side with a pale face, while Bellegar, the king of the Eight Peaks, was faceless. expression, sat on the other side.

"Oh! God! The final hour is coming!"

"Hanging, it must be hanging!"

"We're doomed!"

Most of the serfs cried in despair, waiting for their own judgment~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In the imagination of many serfs, today is their end.

But unlike what he imagined, a young halberdier came to the crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have some bad news to tell you."

"Before I say this bad news, let me introduce myself, my name is Raymond, from Lyonasse!"

"It is unfortunate to tell you one thing, that is, the Duke believes that all rebel serfs must be hanged and executed immediately!" Raymond loudly and cruelly announced the decision of the Duke of Hagen, the noble The Holy Grail Knight nodded in front of everyone's eyes: "Under any circumstances, the betrayal of serfs is not permitted by Brittanian law! Hanging! All hanging, no doubt."

The audience suddenly burst into tears, and the serfs scolded and roared wildly. Many serfs hugged their relatives and cried bitterly.

"But..." After saying this, Duke Hagen's face showed a trace of unwillingness again: "It's a pity, you traitors, your trial may be postponed or even temporarily cancelled."

"???" The rebel serfs were all stunned, their crying and cursing stopped.

"I have already made an appointment with King Belgar. This esteemed dwarf friend needs people to help him plant the fields and harvest food. In exchange for this, he will provide protection for these people." Duke Hagen said very "seriously": "This makes me very embarrassed, because I have no man to arrange for King Belgar!"

Baylor pretended to raise the hammer in his hand: "Yes, Duke, you can't fail to honor the agreement between us!"

"So I have no choice!" Duke Hagen looked pained on the face, but he was thinking of other thoughts in his heart.

My acting skills should pass the test, right?