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Alexander, the Patriarch of Nestorianism, said, "You bastards, I will not let you go." ”

Tang Xizong said: "I must kill you, but I will not do it myself, I will let the Holy See of the Holy Cross Sect judge you, and let them sentence you to be burned at the stake." ”

Alexander, the Patriarch of Nestorianism, couldn't help but shudder, and he said: "In the history of the Central Plains Imperial Court, anyone who used the punishment of cannon branding was a faint king, and you wouldn't want to be among the faint kings!" ”

Tang Xizong said: "I have many ways to rectify you, don't think that I can't clean you up, I just hate the tithes of the Holy Cross Sect, otherwise I would have been with the Holy Cross Church a long time ago." ”

Unlike the tithes of the Holy Cross, the taxes of the Tang Dynasty have always been thirty taxes and one.

Of course, this is only a nominal tax rate, and the actual burden is much greater.

These bastards have all sorts of bad ideas, they have big and small buckets, they have all kinds of miscellaneous taxes, and they have rat consumption, and finch consumption, and all kinds of expenses.

However, nominally, the Central Plains court's taxes on the people were not so heavy.

Since the Shang Dynasty, the imperial court of the Central Plains has been liberated under the rule of dark theocracy.

The emperors of the Central Plains Imperial Court, on the one hand, mythologized themselves as the Son of Heaven and called themselves the ancestral dragon, and on the other hand, they exterminated all those Daomen organizations.

In the Central Plains court, since ancient times, bureaucrats have been the greatest, and they control all resources.

At the request of the Tang Emperor, the Inquisition of the Holy Cross was immediately organized.

The Nestorian Patriarch, Alexander, found Tang Zhangwei, and his lobbyist said to Tang Zhangwei: "If you can save our Patriarch, the Nestorian Sect will become your watchdog." ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Really? ”

Victor, a lobbyist of Alexander, the Patriarch of Nestorianism, said: "There is no lie. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Then I will believe you once." ”

Under Tang Zhangwei's arrangement, these people began to prepare a death row prisoner, because Tang Xizong insisted on sentencing Alexander, the Patriarch of Jingjiao, to death, Tang Zhangwei had to come up with an idea of Li Daitao's stiffness.

Darla could only shake his head, frowning in thought. "It's long past time for us to heed the advice of the tower. It can snow at any time; We don't have time to go too far. I don't want a snowstorm to trap us in a clearing.

A strong gust of wind blew Sonoran's turban and swept it backwards, exposing his head. He tugged at it again, wrapped it tightly around his face, and he shuddered. For the first time since he set out, he was worried about how to get through the long winter that was coming. "What are we going to do now, Jodala

Find a place to camp. He looked around. Over there, just upstream, on the high ground where the poplar tree was. There's a stream that flows into the sister river, and the water must be good. "If we had tied the back frame to a log and tied a rope around our waists, we would have crossed the river together and not been separated.

I know you're brave, little brother, but that's the courage of a horseman. I'm not sure we'll be able to swim through, or even take nothing with us. "The water in this river is cold, and it is only because of the rapid flow that it does not freeze. There was ice stubble on the riverbank this morning. And what if we get tangled in some branches? We will be swept downstream, or even sunk

Remember the tribes that lived near the Great Falls? They hollowed out the center of the big trunk and used it to cross the river, and maybe we could do the same......

Find me a tree big enough," said Jodala, raising his hand at the prairie, which consisted of only a few thin, short trees.

Not...... Someone told me how to make a hull out of birch bark...... But the trees look too thin.

I've seen those boats, but I don't know how they got them, or the glue they use to keep them from leaking. And in their area, the birch trees grow much thicker than here.

Sonoran glanced around, trying to find some other way, something his brother couldn't disprove with irrefutable logic. He noticed the tall birch trees on the high ground to the south and smiled. How about making a raft? We just had to tie a bunch of logs together, and there were so many birches on that hill.

Can there be a long, sturdy wooden pole for support? Even in small and shallow rivers, trees are difficult to control.

Sonoran's confident smile vanished, and Jodala had to squeeze out a smile. Sonoran never hid his feelings; Jodala wondered if he really wanted to give it a try. However, it is this straightforward and honest personality that makes him so likable.

Perhaps it's not a bad idea, though," said Jodara in a different tone, noticing a smile on Sonoran's face again, "and once we're far upstream, there's no danger of being swept up in the raging waters. And you can find a shallow and wide river, when the water is not too fast, and there are some trees. I hope this weather will last for a while.

At the mention of the weather, Sonoran became as serious as his brother. "Then let's go quickly. The tent has been put away.

I'll go see the birch trees first. We also need some sturdy pikes. We should have done it last night.

Are you still worried about that rhino? Now it's far enough away from us. Let's hurry up and find a place where we can cross the river.

At least let me chop one.

Then you can cut one for me. I started sorting out the package right away.

Jodara picked up the axe, examined the edge, then nodded in satisfaction and began to climb up the hill with birch trees. He carefully examined each tree and then picked a tall and straight young tree. He cut it down, removing the branches, and was looking for another for Sonoran when he heard a chaotic sound. There is rapid breathing and grunting. He heard his brother's shout, followed by a terrible cry he had never heard before: his brother's cry was full of pain. When the cries of pain stopped, the silence became even more scorching.

Sonoran! Sonoran

Jodara ran down the hill as fast as she could, still holding a birch dart in her hand, cold from fear. When he saw a huge long-haired rhinoceros, he heard the beating of his own heart. The rhinoceros was almost as tall as he was standing. It was putting its horns on the ground a human-like thing. The beast didn't seem to know how to deal with the fallen victim. Frightened and angry, Jodala reacted instinctively almost without even thinking about it.

Regardless of his own danger, Jodara brandished the birch shuttle dart as a club and rushed towards the rhinoceros. A low roar came from the mouth beneath the rhinoceros horn, followed by another.

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