Sword turned back again, and the country road, which had just been bustling, was empty, and a dozen farmers were nowhere to be seen, except for a war horse and a corpse lying in the middle of the road. The war horse stayed next to its master, neither to walk nor to stay, so it had to raise its hooves high and step heavily on this country road to express its inner apprehension.

Seeing the scattered farmers and the horses still in place, Sword immediately burst out laughing.

"You're a loyal subordinate. Don't be afraid, I'll spare your life. ”

Old York knelt on the ground, and after hearing this, he was overjoyed, and he slowly stood up and wiped the tears from his face.

"Are you serious?"

"York?"

"Adult ......"

In the fields on both sides of the road, the peasants who had fled suddenly turned back, and before Old York could ask them why, a group of soldiers with swords ran up after them, and they were like a great net, enclosing the fleeing farmers.

After the soldiers were in place, a sergeant wearing an iron helmet walked up to Sword, respectfully saluted Sword, who was dressed in cloth, and then turned to Old York and asked, "Who are you, do you know what happened to the two corpses on the road?"

Old Yorke saw that Sword had not moved for a long time, so he sobbed, "As you can see, Sergeant. There was a slave boy on our manor who was attacked by a demon, and he went mad to attack the passing knights......"

"Smack!"

A resounding slap in the face of the old man knocked him in the face, and half of the farmer's earthy yellow face suddenly swollen high, and two teeth fell out of the gums. Old York took half a mouthful of blood in his mouth and spat on the ground with those two teeth. Sword held up his slightly reddened palm, as if he were in a large chunk of a world-famous curiose.

"Re. ”

Old York didn't care about the pain on his face, he hurriedly said, "It's that knight, he ......"

"Smack!" another slap hit Yokow in the face, this slap was heavier than the previous one, and directly hit him on Lin.

Old York was prostrate on the ground, ready to get up, but suddenly through the gap in his swollen eyes, he saw those fellow villagers half-squatting on the road, holding their heads in their hands.

The peasants who were squatting on the road sometimes looked at the two corpses on the road, sometimes with some fear at the cloth-clad Sword out of the corner of their eyes, and sometimes with a mixture of disgust and pity at Old York.

At this time, a terrible thought was born in the heart of the old covenant. He turned his head again, only to see Sword winking at him, and he held out a finger pointing in the direction of the group of farmers.

"If they had half of your hesitation before they fled, the situation would never be the way it is. ”

After receiving the recognition, Old York, who was barely visible in human form on his face, said in a trembling and leaky voice

"Master Jun (soldier), in fact, the real situation is like this, those untouchables want to make food (rebellion)!" Old York said in a loud voice, and when the few farmers standing on the road heard it, anxious anger almost burst out of their heads. They shouted loudly

"What nonsense is that idiot talking about?"

"Shut up, do you think you'll be able to survive by selling Lao Tzu?"

The sergeant at the head was not moved in the slightest, he just touched the iron helmet on his head and continued to ask

"And then, I'm going to hear the details, the details, and the reasons for the peasants' rebellion, understand?"

Old York closed his swollen eyes with some difficulty.

"It's allied with them...... Killed the knight on the way and prepared to ...... Take away the knight's weapons and use them to arm them and incite more people to cook. ”

The sergeant raised an eyebrow and asked Sword in an inquiring tone, "How's that?"

Dressed in sackcloth, Sword clapped his hands in satisfaction, and he replied, "Justified and convincing." ”

Seeing that the master had no opinion, the sergeant beckoned in the direction of the soldiers, and after receiving the order, the soldiers raised their swords and swords that they had already put down.

The peasants erupted in screams and roars, and one of the peasants tried to resist, picking up a farming tool that had just been thrown on the ground, only to be targeted by a soldier. The soldier smirked and raised his sword above his head and slashed at the farmer, who subconsciously blocked it with his wooden hoe.

There was no suspense in the end, the hoe, which was not hard in the first place, was split in half by the sharp iron sword, and it was cracked along with the farm implement, as well as the farmer's cheek.

Blood gushes out like a spring. Fresh blood overshadowed the pavement that had just been soaked in a dark red, and it flowed farther and farther away.

The peasants did not have the capital to resist by force, but they still tried to fight for a chance of life for themselves by shouting, and of course, some of them only vented their despair before they died. The former will build up more fear before death, while the latter will usually have a more tragic death.

"We're here for the master, you can't just sell us!"

"Mistress Sword, spare my life, I still have children at home......"

"My lord, I can work for you for the rest of my life!"

"Phew, bastard, I knew the Yorks were all rubbish. ”

"Don't beg for mercy! they've been thinking about our lives for a long time. ”

"Damn nobleman!

The screams rang out over and over again, and from each sound old York could discern the owner, but he did not look at the last of these fellow villagers, but closed his eyes tightly.

"I can't see anything, I don't know anything. They're just a bunch of thieves, and it has nothing to do with me."

In just a minute or two, the soldiers easily concocted the resistance of the peasants, turning them all into cold corpses. The sergeant's leather boots circled between the corpses and then walked back to Old York. He asked:

"So what about this?"

Old York seemed to hear a brief sigh, followed by a sigh ringing in his ears.

"You're such a bad memory, I've been most annoyed by bears in my life, but you're going to expose my scars. ”

Old York's heart was startled, and then the sound of the sword sounded again, and he couldn't dodge, and passed away with his eyes closed.

The country roads were paved with bright red corpses, and the blood from the broken limbs stained the pavement red.

The soldiers took off their helmets and sat down on the side of the road to rest in the crop gang, wiping the stinky sweat from their bodies.

The sergeant major and Sword stood a little further away from the GIs, chatting with each other.

"My lord, isn't it a waste? They were all good farmers on the manor. If this continues, I am afraid that the grain production near the imperial capital will be reduced, and the interests of our grain stores will also be affected at that time. ”

"Hey, Parud... You've been in the country for too long, and when you're done, I'll get you a knight, and then you'll come with me to serve in the palace. There was a look of satisfaction on Ward's face.

"Wait until this is done...... Our family's voice in the palace will inevitably increase greatly, and if we make it clean, we can avoid future troubles, just a few farmers, and if they die, they will die. Besides, whoever reduces grain production will definitely lose money? Wouldn't it be enough to raise the price of grain in the city? ”

After hearing Sword's promise, Parude's face immediately showed a look of joy. He nodded respectfully and said a little flatteringly: "I will always be your eagle dog." ”

To be a knight, an Imperial soldier who doesn't want to be an Imperial knight is not a good soldier. Although the income of being a private captain for the Maltese family is not very high, as long as he retires, everything will still return to the original point, and becoming a knight is different. He may own an entire estate, and when the time comes......

At the thought of this, Parud's hands trembled a little.

Sword naturally noticed the details that Parud had revealed, but he didn't care, just stood up and smiled.

Parud certainly wouldn't be a good knight, but as he himself said, he would be a good hawk dog, he loved money, and Sword could give him money.

He pretended to be careless and said, "You know what? ”

Parud accompanied the smiling face, he made an exaggerated expression on his face, and deliberately said: "That's natural, the emperor is going to be replaced, and there will definitely be a big action." ”

Sword glanced at Parud and scolded with a smile: "What a slippery head, how can I be optimistic about someone like you as an imperial knight." ”

The two patted Petts on the shoulder, and they only felt very happy.

Turning his back to the corpse, Sword finally instructed, "Although Edelson (the knight who died just now) is dead, the message of the Emperor must be delivered." If you are in a hurry, it's up to you to make a trip. ”

Parud nodded, and with three points of fear and seven points of admiration, he watched the knight, who was several years younger than himself, leave the messy road step by step.

He didn't understand why Sword had to kill the knight. At a funeral banquet, Palud, as Ward's personal entourage, once met the knight, and Palud gave the knight a glass of wine. Although this person has a bit of a city in his heart, he has a weak personality and doesn't like to think much about things, so he really can't see any threat, but since his leader wants to do it himself, there is no way to do it over there.

Moreover, it is obvious that his ability to mix up with the position of Imperial Knight is directly related to Emirson's death. Considering this layer, Parud's heart was no longer at all, he walked to Edilson's corpse in three or two steps, and neatly took out the paperwork of the Scaly Country from his body, and took his war horse in his hand. That's a good horse, and it's a shame to kill it like that.

It's just that after such a toss, there will definitely be a lot of delay on the road, and it is estimated that several cities on the edge of the empire will not be notified. But it doesn't matter, anyway, those corners and corners, I guess the concept of the empire, that's it, they are also Abbasquias?

Parud withdrew his sword back from his waist, and he staggered onto his horse.

As a veteran, it was certainly not the first time Paroud had ridden a horse, but riding on a horse as a knight gave him a strange feeling that he had never felt before.

I'm a nobleman too?

He gently clamped the horse's belly, and the horse took two steps steadily.

The soldiers who had been squatting on the side came up, and they looked at their former captain with envy.

"Head, how do you feel, you're going to be a knight?"

is a bald veteran, and his seniority in the army is a little older than Parud, so the soldiers in the original team are willing to give him a little thin face, even Parude, the captain, is no exception.

Looking at the old boss who had pulled him up from the bullpen and recalling all the things in the barracks in the past, Paroud's heart suddenly felt sick.

"Watch your words, soldier. You should call me an adult. ”

Under the dumbfounded expressions of the soldiers, Parud rode away after saying this, leaving only a few lumps of warm horse manure.

Several soldiers looked at the horse manure, which was still a little warm, spat heavily on the ground, and cursed in a low voice

"You should have told him to rot in the bullpen, dog. ”

The bald head came back to his senses, a wry smile appeared on his face, he looked back at his brothers who were gearing up, and said helplessly: "Okay, people have the cultivation of their families, and they should not look down on our big soldiers." Now, the old men are gone, leaving this mess behind. Let's think about how to put an end to this farce. ”

"What else, they buy murder and kill people. You've been dealing with these nostril-up breathing things for so long, and you must know more bad things than we do, or we'll ......."

A young soldier gestured that he planned to come up with a bold plan to take revenge on those things that eat people without spitting out bones.

The surrounding group of soldiers were also interested, and only the oldest soldiers still looked at the bald head, as if waiting for his reply.

The two knights left in a hurry, and they did not arrange a new captain with these big-headed soldiers, and these people naturally looked at the bald brother and the horse.

Bald and shackled, Paroud was brought out by him, and when Paroud rode on a real military horse, he was the least jealous, but when he turned away and lived like an inhuman knight, he was the most uncomfortable.

In the end, the bald head raised his face and his throat trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word in the end, just walked up to the angry soldier and slapped him hard.

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