The tax collector Nevsky was awakened from his mistress's bed by the servant's frightened shouts, and was ready to teach the unruly servant a lesson in his dressing gown and with a whip in hand.

However, when he opened the bedroom door, he saw the Grand Chief and several Elder Masters standing in his living room with serious faces.

After a while, Nevsky got an idea of the current situation: there was a violent resistance to taxes! Allen, the chief captain of the tax corps, was dead!

The Great Chief Flore, like his son Serfo, who had become accustomed to the name of the Empire, comforted the tax collector Nevsky, who was wielding a short whip in a rage:

"My lord, I have already sent someone to investigate the situation of the other teams, and I think there will be results soon......"

Nevsky was furious: "I want them to die! All those involved in Allen's death! I want to kill them myself! I want to ......"

The Great Chief glanced at a few calm members of the Elder Body, his face full of helplessness.

The chief captain of the tax team, Allen, is the younger brother of Nevsky's wife in the imperial capital, and he was full of expectations to go to the New World with his brother-in-law to make a fortune, but he never thought about it, and lost his life here.

After a while, Nevsky quieted down and thought about how to solve the ensuing troubles.

At this time, he remembered his classmate in the tax collector's school, fat Tom, and he was a little envious of that guy, although he was in a poor country, but his life was stable.

With the influence of his wife's family, he got the fattest errand, and after only three years of good life, his brother-in-law was killed by a mob that resisted taxes, which would ruin the image and connections he had built up in his wife's family.

Now Nevsky must save himself and avenge his brother-in-law like a man from the Northern Regions, which can probably recover some of the lost points, right?

A retainer of the Great Chief hurriedly ran into the house and said, "Great Chief, Elder...... We've found out who killed Captain Allen!"

Nevsky immediately jumped up, rushed to the retainer and asked: "Who? Where are they?"

The retainer swallowed a mouthful of spit and looked at the big chief, who hurriedly said, "Say it quickly!"

"It's the third settlement on the north shore, and the one who takes the lead is called Fox Bone, and there are probably more than a dozen people. ”

Nevsky looked at the big chief and said, "The rest of my team hasn't come back yet, you lend me a few dozen people first, and I'll personally catch the one called the fox bone." ”

The Great Chief said, "Your Excellency, wait for me to find out more about the situation. Snakeskin, how many people did you send out to investigate?"

The retainer replied, "Six people, the one who reported the situation just now was the first to come back." ”

"So the others haven't come back yet, does he see any other tax collectors?"

He said no, but word had already spread on the North Shore, and Fox Bones was spreading the word that he had killed the tax collectors. ”

The Great Chief said, "My lord, I don't think the situation is yet clear, and the news from the other teams hasn't come back, so I'm a little ......."

Nevsky smiled: "Froll, you are too cautious, you are worried that something will happen to the other twenty teams? Impossible, how many transcendents are there in those bitter farms? I will personally go and catch the fox bone and ask to see what the situation is." Okay, you can lend me your retainers, or the grandmaster of the Elder Body. ”

The Great Chief Froll, with a bitter face, said, "My lord, the elder group can't leave the city today, and the high priest will hold a sacrifice in the afternoon, and all the elders must assist......

Nevsky's eyebrows furrowed, he actually wanted the grandmaster to accompany him, although the brother-in-law's strength was a little worse, but there was a guard at the peak of the plasticizer beside him, the brother-in-law died, which means that a guard at the peak of the plasticizer is not a top matter, how can he do without the grandmaster!

"Do you want to shelter the rebels of your Sioux tribe? Why don't you usually sacrifice once a year, but today you suddenly have to sacrifice?"

The Great Chief had no choice but to explain in a low voice: "My lord, it is really a coincidence, last night the High Priest received an oracle from the Lake God, asking him to hold a sacrifice of the highest standard in the Lake Temple. We think it's probably about to open the fishing festival, and the lake god may have something to arrange. I really can't spare the grandmaster to accompany me today, so if we don't wait for tomorrow, it just so happens that the other spies have also sent back news......"

"No, if you delay for a day, those rioters may escape. ......”

In the end, Nevsky led a team of more than 30 people, including six plasticizers, and went out of the city in pursuit of the rebels on the northern bank.

By the afternoon, the other spies had not returned, and even the other tax collectors who were supposed to return to the city had not moved.

The Grand Chieftain, who participated in the sacrifice, was worried about the situation outside the city, and as a Sioux he knew more about his own people than the tax collector Nevsky.

The living conditions of the low-level tribesmen, who have been deteriorating all these years, often keep him awake at night.

He was familiar with this brave people, and since he was a child, he had listened to the epic stories of the Sioux people unifying the plateau; he knew that the Sioux had resisted the golden kingdom that was rising to the sky; and he knew the Sioux people who admired the brave, dared to take revenge, hunted for their heads, and were not afraid of death in war.

If the Sioux really start to resist by force, it will be a wildfire.

Now he can only pray that the tax collector can bring his retainers to suppress a dispute, so that he can step down next year and take his family to the imperial capital to become a rich man, leaving the volcano to the chief candidate to worry about.

At the end of the sacrifice, the elders seemed to have benefited a lot, exchanging ideas with the high priest, but the distraught chief had nothing to gain and hurriedly took his leave.

Back in the mansion designed by the famous designer Fayyad, the mood of the Great Chief Flor has become even worse, and the spies have not been heard from him. Because the retainers and the servants of some strength had been taken away by the tax collector Nevsky, the mansion was empty and quiet, and the chief had to go to his son Serfo to discuss the matter in person.

The unrest continued into the evening, when the gate guard rushed past the guard to the Grand Chief's house to report the situation.

"The bridge is occupied?" said Grand Chief Froll, and his heart sank when he heard the news.

- Something happened!

He rode his son to the city gates. On the city tower, the Great Chief Frol looked at the bridge deck, and in the red light of the setting sun, the entire bridge deck was filled with countless people.

Most of the people in front were on horseback, and there were more people on foot in the back, and there were tens of thousands of people, so boundless that the big chief couldn't figure out how many people there were.

Everyone covered their faces with black cloth, and a white checkmark was drawn on the black cloth, like the corners of their mouths turned up, silently mocking.

The black cloth couldn't hide their red hair, and he was sure that the people on the bridge were Sioux.

- Sure enough, there was a riot!

A man rode out of the crowd, his body was thin, and he rode his horse to the city gate, and with the acceleration of the war horse, the man rounded his right arm and threw an object to the tower above the city gate.

After throwing out, the knight reined in and shouted in a slightly childish voice: "We are no longer oppressed by the Empire! We do not pay taxes! The Sioux will never be slaves!"

Someone had already sent the thing that the young man had thrown up to the big chief, and with just a glance, the big chief recognized it as Nevsky's head!

"No taxes!

"No taxes!

Tens of thousands of people on the bridge shouted in unison, and the sound shook the entire city of Zidilan and spread throughout the vast Lake Texco!

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