Outside the city of Surabaya, a quarry. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info The slaves sat weakly in the cage, and the little vegetable soup every day was not enough to sustain their survival.

Since the food restriction to the present, more than two dozen people have starved to death. Outside the cage are hundreds of wooden stakes nailed to the leaders of the insurrection who had been slaughtered during the last riot. A few mercenaries sat outside the cage drinking tea, and their lives were not easy now...... The food is too expensive. It's March, there's not even grass, what to eat?

On the path outside the quarry, there was a man in ragged clothes, staggering.

With a bang, the man fell to the ground.

The mercenary captain glanced up, "You two go over and see if you're dead." The mercenary captain commanded his two mercenaries.

"Yes, sir." Two mercenaries ran over to check on the man who had fallen. Although the breath is very weak, there is still breath. The man's skin was pale, his lips were dry, and he should have been in shock from hunger.

The two mercenaries carried the man back to the hut and carefully fed the bowl of water.

The man slowly opened his cloudy eyes, his eyes were misty, "Is there anything to eat?" ”

The slaves looked at the mercenaries, and the mercenaries shrugged their shoulders helplessly, these days, the soldiers are in chaos, who has anything to eat, in the past, they were just at odds with Viscount Arashi, and they had a small fight, and now the pirate king Balzac of Depressur Port has mutinied directly, and I heard that the bandits outside Surabaya City have also rebelled, and now people are panicking, and people are surviving today without tomorrow......

The man saw the helplessness in the eyes of the mercenaries, and didn't say anything more, people in troubled times are not as good as peace dogs.

"Who are you, what are you doing in the wilderness?" The mercenary captain asked.

The man drank another bowl of water and moistened his throat. "I'm a wandering bard, I'm from Surabaya City, I'm going to Swadia. Although there were also constant wars, William IV was very powerful, and the common people had enough food and clothing. No matter how bad it is, at least, at least I can earn something to eat. The bard sighed helplessly, if he was happy, who would want to be displaced.

"The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid; I have written down this great kindness, and I will come back to repay it when I become rich in the future. "The bard wants to go.

The mercenary captain was already suspicious of the bard, after all, this quarry where birds don't, if there was no conspiracy, who would come to such a remote place and get lost here so coincidentally? Now I'm in a hurry to leave, there must be a demon when things go wrong! There's weirdness in that.

"Saving grace, repay it now. Aren't you a bard? Give us a poem. With that, the mercenary captain drew his sword and fixed his eyes on the bard, and if he was the slightest abnormal, he immediately added his sword.

The bard looked at the sword in the mercenary captain's hand, "Well, I'll just sing a story about Charlemagne, the founding king of Kallad." ”

The bard took out the violin behind his back and played it gently.

The gist of the poem: Charlemagne, the founding monarch of Kallad, was originally a down-and-out aristocrat. At that time, the monarch was at war with his neighbors, and Charlemagne embarked on a journey to defend his homeland and pursue wealth.

After more than ten years of war, the country has not become strong but has gradually declined. The monarch is mediocre and reckless. The people are full of complaints, and the people are struggling to make a living. At this time, instead of recuperating in the country, the monarch planned to raise the tax burden again to sustain the war.

The intolerable people revolted, and Charlemagne was sent to suppress the people who revolted.

Charlemagne cared for the people, and instead of suppressing the people, he revolted with the people at large, and finally pushed to the rule of the tyrant and established the Kallad Empire. (Vol. 7 Warring States Period)

Charlemagne said to the people who revolted, "If you don't die, you die, you die." Die with me. What a thing! ”

When the poet sang this, everyone fell silent, and some of the slaves hummed along with it.

"If you don't die, if you don't, you die. Die with me. What a thing! Several slaves sang along.

"If you don't die, if you don't, you die. Die with me. What a thing! Most of the slaves followed the harmony.

"If you don't die, if you don't, you die. Die with me. What a thing! ”

From the first few people, to all the slaves who later hummed the lyrics. The crowd is excited! The mercenary captain drew his sword. Look around at the singing crowd, your eyes are as sharp as swords! The slaves were frightened by the mercenary captain's imposingness.

The mercenary captain raised the long sword in his hand high, and slashed it down, cutting the large lock of the cage. "If you don't die, if you don't, you die. Die with me. What a thing! ”

The mercenary captains boosted the morale of the slaves, who picked up pickaxes and hammers and marched to the noble mountain villa guarding the quarry under the leadership of the mercenaries. The angry crowd killed the nobles who enslaved them.

Especially after seeing the luxurious life of the nobles, the slaves were excited!

After having eaten their own food and a full meal, the slaves marched to other parts of the city. By night, the slaves had cleared all the estates outside the city. The number of freed slaves reached tens of thousands.

The opinions of several delegates were surprisingly unanimous! Attack the Surabaya City Lord's Mansion and seize the grain!

The slaves tore off strips of cloth and tied them around their heads, indicating that they were part of the uprising. Without weapons, the slaves used sharpened wood as weapons, and without siege equipment, the slaves made ladders overnight.

Early the next morning, an army of slaves surrounded the city gates, preparing to attack the city.

Somewhere in the city, "Brothers! The aristocrats have bullied us for too long. Although it was hard in the past, I finally had something to eat. What now! Now the City Lord's Mansion is full of food, and we are going to starve to death! Do you want to die? I don't want to die, if I don't die, if I don't, I die. Die with me. What a thing! The angry man led his friends into the streets, shouting slogans, and more and more people took to the streets, either alone or in groups. More and more people are coming together.

"Let's go! Go to the city gates! Let our brothers into town! "A surging stream of people rushed to the city gates.

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!" The crowd in the city shouted!

The Free Army outside the city heard the shouts inside the city! "Brothers, the brothers from the city have come to pick us up, let's be together! Attack the Castle Lord's Mansion! ”

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!"

The cries grew louder and louder, as if the entire city of Surabaya could hear them.

Outside the city of Surabaya, the army of the Free Army is gathering, "Brothers, prepare to attack the city!" ”

"Roar!!" The slaves ran towards the city gate in a disorganized and somewhat chaotic manner.

On the tower, the captain of the garrison looked at the running slaves and turned to face his soldiers.

"Brothers, we are facing a formidable enemy! The aristocratic shadow they represent hangs over every man, woman and child, and we are forced to live in their slavery! They cause us to suffer so that those high-ranking officials and nobles can live a life of poverty and luxury!

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and now, let's show them that all men are created equal! Those ignorant magnates who try to trample on the will of individuals and suppress the people will surely fall to the roar of freedom! The captain of the garrison tore a piece of cloth from the corner of his coat and tied it around his head. The soldiers followed suit.

The slaves stopped when they saw the defenders moving.

The captain of the garrison raised the sword in his hand, "Brothers, I, too, am a poor man who is oppressed by the nobles!" I'm with you! Open the gates and let our brothers into the city! Those who don't have a mark on their head are enemies! ”

The crowds inside the city were also tied with strips of cloth, and the "free" crowds inside and outside the city converged.