The cavalry captain pointed his sword at the ground and held him up.

Then he drew his sword and glared at Andre angrily: "This person killed my war horse, and it is difficult to solve the hatred in my heart if he is not sent to prison."

After speaking, he slapped Andre in the face.

"Smack".

A crisp slap sounded in Andrei's face, and the cavalry captain reached out and gave him another slap.

"Stop". Paul couldn't take it anymore and yelled at the cavalry captain.

Dozens of cavalrymen looked at Paul at the same time, one by one revealing fierce eyes. Just wait for the captain to give an order, and give this kid a good look.

Feeling the killing intent of dozens of cavalrymen, Andrei's hard heart suddenly panicked.

"Boy, you have the courage to say it again." The cavalry captain roared at Paul.

Paul shook his heart and gritted his teeth and shouted at the cavalry captain: "It was obvious that you were at fault in the first place, why did you ...... just now?"

"Smack".

Another resounding slap in the face, and the cavalry captain slapped him hard.

A chill flashed in his eyes: "You untouchables, just now Lord Ben didn't trample you to death, it's already a great gift. We have come this time to announce the decree of the great and merciful Lord Viscount, that you refugees should not be allowed to enter the rich county of Ayr. If anyone dares to step forward, we have the right to kill them on the spot."

"Boy, believe it or not, I'm going to kill you right now." The cavalryman pointed his sword at Paul's throat.

Suddenly, there was a burst of doubts and wails from the crowd.

"Why?".

"Why aren't we allowed to enter Ayrshire?"

"The Viscount is trying to force us to death, we can't sit still."

As soon as these words came out, there was a violent cry from the crowd, and then it surged over like a tide.

"Yes, we can't sit still."

"You can't sit still".

"We're looking for Lord Viscount, we're going into Ayrshire."

Jia Changsheng looked at the refugees like a tide, and an idea came to his heart, and shouted at the sky: "We are going to kill these people, we are going to enter Ayrshire."

"Kill, kill them". Just now, those who wanted to come to help subconsciously echoed Jia Changsheng.

The voice spread, and the people around them unconsciously echoed: "Kill, kill them."

"Kill, kill them". All men, women, and children shouted in unison, and their sanity was gone.

Seeing the endless stream of refugees as if they had turned into bloodthirsty wolves, dozens of cavalrymen had a hint of fear in their eyes, and they couldn't understand how the docile refugees had become what they were now. Shouldn't they beg and weep hoarsely?

"Presumptuous, what do you refugees want to do? You are treason, and the Viscount has the right to send an army to exterminate the traitors." The cavalry captain's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he shouted in a pretending voice.

The crowd suddenly panicked, seeing that this momentum was about to be discharged. Jia Changsheng didn't care about this, picked up a wooden stick casually, and waved it at the cavalry captain. Originally, he didn't want to be nosy, but the series of slaps just now made him very unhappy. If he hadn't been able to use his divine power, he would have known why the flowers were so red.

Seeing Jia Changsheng's actions, the blood and courage that had not yet had time to dissipate rose again. One by one, they followed suit and hit these dozens of cavalrymen.

After a while, the crowd dodged away, only to see dozens of horsemen and the captain of the cavalry all lying in a pool of blood. At this time, the refugees were waking up like a dream, and they were at a loss for what to do. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, and the thought of the revenge he was about to face was a soft sob, which then turned into a wail.

"I—What did we do?".

"These are the cavalry of the Viscount of Ayrshire, I—we actually killed them."

"This—How is this good?"

Listening to this wail, Jia Changsheng suddenly felt as if he had run into a big disaster, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to have any good way to help them solve this matter at once.

A trace of guilt rose in Paul's heart, he looked at the more than 10,000 refugees behind him, and bowed to his peers: "Uncles, brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters, this matter is all my Paul's fault. If it weren't for me, Paul, I wouldn't have killed these people in anger. Therefore, if the Viscount asks for sin, I, Paul, am willing to stand up and atone for it with my own life."

Hearing these words, more than 10,000 refugees were stunned. One by one, they looked at each other in disbelief, and even forgot the sadness caused by fear.

Seeing a ray of sunlight shining down from the sky, they vaguely felt that Paul in front of them was not a young man, but a holy deity.

Looking at this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of Jia Changsheng's mouth, and the light could it be that Paul's actions attracted the attention of the light in the void space. In this way, this problem is not unsolvable.

"This—how can this be?" Several old men trembled and said subconsciously.

As soon as the words fell, several old men glanced at each other, slowly walked out and turned to look at the more than 10,000 refugees: "Everyone has seen it, the cause of this incident is because those knights want to kill us, and it is the Viscount who wants to starve us to death." That's why they killed them in a fit of rage."

"Are you willing to watch this teenager kill himself for this?" Several elderly men shouted at more than 10,000 refugees.

The sound was silent for a moment, and the only sound in my ears was the sound of the wind blowing and falling leaves.

André raised his arms and shouted: "Paul's fault is not in this matter, so I don't want to see Paul kill himself."

"Yes, it's not our fault." Several men shouted loudly inside.

Several old men shouted again at the same time: "It's all the knights' fault."

"It's the knights' fault." More than 10,000 refugees chanted in unison under the leadership of these respected elders.

Hearing this voice, Paul's heart was greatly moved, his eyes gradually reddened, and a faint sense of belonging rose: "Paul is grateful for the love of your uncles, grandparents, brothers and sisters, but the anger of the viscount can only be extinguished by my blood."

"Silly boy, Lord Viscount's anger is not something you can extinguish alone. Listen to your uncle and give up this thought". André confronted Paul.

Several old men slowly walked towards Paul, and the corners of their mouths showed a smile that could warm people's hearts: "This matter is not something you can solve alone, give up the idea of self-murder and live well, this matter will naturally be carried by all of us."

"Dispose of the bodies and we'll go back to the river bank for the night." After several old men finished speaking, they spoke to the 10,000 refugees.

100,000 people came out of 100 men and disposed of the corpses of these cavalrymen. The rest of the 10,000 refugees gathered around a few elderly people and turned around and walked back.

Sighs rang out here for a long time.

André looked at Paul, patted him on the shoulder, and then led him along.

Jia Changsheng recalled the scene just now and gradually fell into thought.