Chapter 5 No, it's my taxes

Chen Feng looked at the aristocratic leader who was gradually calming down. The robbers sat in pairs of threes in front of someone else's house and discussed, as if they were trading.

I saw that the two walked into each other's house with a smile on their faces, followed by a burst of laughter and cries for help.

Yet, even in the silence of the evening, no one bothered them.

The robbers in the territory had already divided their interests, and the bandits behind them did not participate in the plunder.

For Chen Feng, even what has been given out still belongs to him, and in the entire Rogue Town, everything belongs to him.

Seeing that the robbers were almost in trouble, Chen Feng led the bandits to assemble a team in the last ray of sunshine in the evening.

All the things that were hidden were singled out, regardless of the gold and silver weapons and women.

Chen Feng told everyone that it was Chen Feng who led them to enjoy the upgrade, so everything in front of them should be distributed by Chen Feng.

A few uninteresting bandits took the lead, Chen Feng looked at them and asked the others coldly.

"Are you still unconvinced? Let's stand up together. ”

There are a few people who have stood up, they all belong to the same village, and they have joined Chen Feng for the shortest time. is also because they have the most people in the same village, so they have the worst awe of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng ordered the guards to drag a few people out. Personally stepped forward, with a knife in his hand. killed them one by one, and didn't even give them a chance to quibble.

"Maybe you've forgotten that you're still my slaves, or maybe you feel like you're fighting for yourself when you have weapons in your hands. But you guys are wrong. ”

"You're fighting for me. And you must die for me. ”

Chen Feng's sentences pierced his heart.

The freshly severed heads on the ground were still bleeding.

Chen Feng had the robbers of the village scattered to other squadrons, and a few thorns were pulled into the guards by Chen Feng, ready to be sharpened alone.

Chen Feng is not afraid that they will do it behind his back, because there is a system, and any threat will be put on the surface. After all, red is such a dazzling color that even the blind can see it.

Chen Feng loaded the plundered unified truck and prepared to pull it back to the bandits' den. The robbers were arranged to guard the main roads of the village, taking turns to do things like beasts. Chen Feng still needs to rely on them to follow him around, and he must not suppress their ruffianism.

After arranging all this, Chen Feng returned to the village chief's house.

The village that had just been attacked by Chen Feng was a barren aristocratic village that belonged to a noble lord named Baron Albert. The Baron's castle is located about ten kilometers from here, and this is the most remote village.

There are three other barren villages in the Barony, not only because of the low output here, but also because of its proximity to the wasteland and the scale of bandits in the depths.

The reason why the barony's guards appear here is because today is the day when the barons collect taxes. The three or two days at the beginning of each month are the busiest days for the nobles and the most blind days for the nobles.

The barony collects taxes once a month, and each time the tax collector stays in the village for two or three days. In order to prevent his taxes from being stolen by others, and in order to make the lords pay their taxes obediently, the tax collector would bring a few soldiers with him every time. Of course, the tax collector himself is a knight, or a knight, or a relative of a baron, and the last thing he has around is a thug.

When Chen Feng's security regiment saw the unified equipment and standard weapons, they were still a little panicked, which allowed the village chief and tax collector to seize the opportunity, and even suppressed the morale of the security regiment.

"But it's okay, it's all over. Right? My Lord Tax Collector. ”

The tax collector was shivering under the table. His fat ass couldn't fit into the little round table, and he ended up stuffing his head and the money bag under his stomach under the table.

Chen Feng ordered someone to drag him out, and the old fat dun cried to Chen Feng with a handful of snot and tears. "Hero, spare your life, these are the baron's taxes, if you take them, I will be cooked and fed to the pigs."

"Pigs can eat pork? It seems that your Barony of Alberon has a lot of money. Come, bring the money bag, we are going to save our fellow citizens who are suffering in the forest. ”

Several bandits stepped forward and took the money bag from the fat man's arms. And the fat man, who was trying to resist, had been knocked to the ground by the bandits with several punches and kicks, and he didn't dare to get up again. He muttered, "My lord, I have resisted, my lord, I have resisted. ”

After checking the money in the bag, a bandit handed it to Chen Feng and said, "Colonel, there are 79 silver moons and more than 400 bronze lions in total. ”

Silver moon, bronze lion?

Silver Moon and Copper Lion are the abbreviations of the mainland for the currency in circulation. The silver moon is a silver coin, and the two stars in the sky are looked at front and back, the moon. The bronze lion is engraved with the lion of the demon king of the forest. It is the dream of every knight to be able to conquer him, and there is even a kingdom called the Golden Lion on the mainland, which has existed for nearly eight hundred years, and has survived due to its remote location and less ambition for expansion among nobles.

The forest where Chen Feng is located is a relatively old forest, a forest in the northwestern part of the Edson Commonwealth, which is barren and gloomy. Therefore, many nobles in the federation drove refugees and rebels here.

"Old Fat Dun, now, he's my tax payer." Chen Feng weighed the money bag in his hand, it was very heavy, but he still showed off his results.

Chen Feng was sitting precariously in the hall, looking at the tax collector who was half-lying on the ground, and began the shameful trial.

"Old Fat Dun, if I ask anything, you have to answer me, otherwise you can't wait to go back to the Baron's Palace, and I can cook you now. It seems that when I came in just now, I saw a few families raising pigs at the entrance of the village. You go find a bigger pot, and we'll kill a pig to eat tonight." If he doesn't answer my question well, we can cook him first and then think about what to eat in the evening. ”

Chen Feng pointed to a bandit behind him and said, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty light, and he also looked at the fat man from time to time.

Old Fat Dun used to be a knight, and he once fantasized about becoming a knight through the recommendation of nobles, and then a lord according to his own slaves, or even a lord with land. But less than three years after he became Ebron's tax collector, he sank. married Alberton's widow aunt, and often used his position as a tax collector to cheaply spoil a few full-time women who went out to serve in labor.

In the end, he couldn't even ride a horse, and every time he came to collect taxes, it was a spacious carriage, and at this time the carriage had been requisitioned by Chen Feng's robbers, and the carriage was loaded with a large amount of cotton and leather. This is the most useful thing in winter.