Chapter 210: Meeting the Resistance
Chapter 210: Meeting the Resistance
"Kill! Kill these bastards!"
In a small village, there were shouts and cries of killing.
A man who looked somewhat muscular suddenly jumped up and stabbed a soldier's neck with a sharp stone dagger he made in his hand.
Because the government army's campaign was "unfavorable", the flames of the resistance spread throughout the southern border of the Nordel Empire.
The situation on the front line was tense, so naturally taxes were increased.
Where do the taxes come from? Naturally, it is from towns and villages like this one.
But the corvée and taxes in the Nordel Empire are already extremely heavy. If they are further increased, will there be any way for people to survive?
The answer is no.
How could the nobles value the common people and serfs who were as worthless as weeds and could still grow again after being cut? How could they listen to their desperate cries?
When praying is useless, desperate people can only risk their lives, because the situation can't get any worse anyway.
This is the situation before us.
This year is neither a good year nor a bad year, but the harvested grain is not enough to pay the taxes.
After finally scraping together enough tax revenue, he encountered an old soldier who wanted to make some money.
One kick and one pound was gone. Two kicks and five pounds were gone.
Looking at the old soldier who was looking at his newlywed wife with ill intentions, what could the man do? Of course, he could only fight.
puff!
Blood gushed out, and the old soldier looked at the man who suddenly stood up but was stabbed in the stomach with a grim smile.
Hey, he is a veteran, so how can he not be on guard against these people who may do something desperate?
In his eyes, a man's intentions are as obvious as an old prostitute's watching his movements. He knows what position he wants just by looking at his movements.
The old soldier kicked the man to the ground and looked at the pretty woman whom the man had just protected with a wicked smile.
Where's the profit from stealing grain? You can make money from selling women, especially women who are a little pretty, there is a lot of profit there.
"This man colluded with the rebels and openly resisted the tax collectors. His entire family was enslaved!" the old soldier shouted loudly, full of oppression.
According to past experience, after being killed like this, these cowards would definitely lie down and not resist.
But reality did not develop as the veterans expected.
The "weaklings" who had just been queuing up to pay taxes took out their polished weapons from their pockets or clothes.
"kill!"
The villagers immediately rushed towards the tax collectors in large numbers.
Seeing this, the tax collectors turned around and ran without hesitation. They were stronger than them, but they had more people on the other side.
If they are willing to sacrifice their lives, they can certainly suppress it, but the question is, whose lives should be sacrificed?
No one wants to die!
The veteran immediately opened a chimney to ask for help.
A hidden arrow shot out, trying to intercept the old soldier's movement as soon as possible.
But the veteran's intuition is sharper than the dark man imagined.
The old soldier subconsciously rolled over to avoid the arrow.
Snapped!
The chimney exploded, and a ball of red shot straight into the sky.
There was despair in the eyes of those in the dark.
If the veteran succeeds in calling for help, this operation will undoubtedly fail.
After all, in order to ensure the autumn harvest, the Nordel Empire's warbands and its vassal armies are constantly patrolling the southern border.
Once the distress signal is sounded, a squad of soldiers from the regiment will definitely come to check.
That's not something that ordinary villagers can deal with, nor is it something he can deal with.
Just when he was in despair, a hand suddenly intercepted the red ball of light that jumped into the air.
With a strong squeeze, the red ball of light disappeared.
what's the situation?
The old soldier and the villagers were both stunned when they saw the man in black suddenly appearing in mid-air. Before anyone could ask a question, the man in black wearing a black mask seemed to glance down.
Bang bang bang!
Immediately afterwards, there were continuous explosions and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
The villagers all rolled their throats at the same time, and many of them began to feel nauseous.
Right in front of them, headless corpses lay on the ground, splattering circles of blood.
The man in black fell to the ground and looked somewhere: "Come out, I mean no harm."
A man jumped down from a big tree. He looked simple and no different from an ordinary civilian, except that he wore a gray sleeve on his left arm with a red stick-drawn eagle head printed on it.
"Thank you for your help, may I ask who you are?" the man asked respectfully.
"Ash, the Pillar Hero, I'm here specifically to help you." Ash had no intention of hiding his identity.
He didn't want to pretend to be a confidant like last time. If he wanted to overthrow an empire, he had to do his best.
And if he uses all his strength, he will definitely be discovered by the chosen one of Tzeentch.
Since it's going to be discovered anyway, it's better to expose it first to avoid problems later.
So he directly revealed his identity as the Pillar Hero in order to gain the trust of the resistance army.
Brave? !
Everyone present was stunned. Of course, they had all heard of the name of the hero. Some of them had dreamed of becoming a hero when they were young.
But they didn't expect that the big shot who had only been heard in rumors would actually appear in front of them and say he would help them.
"What kind of help do you mean?" the man with the sleeves asked boldly.
"Help you get rid of these oppressive days." said Ash.
"Really?" the man shouted in disbelief. He seemed to notice that his voice was too loud, so he quickly lowered it and said, "Mr. Brave, are you really willing to help us fight those nobles?"
"Of course." Ash nodded, "I don't need to lie to you. Now, take me to your superior."
The man gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."
Although it is still uncertain whether Ash's identity is true or not, there is an inexplicable power in Ash that makes the man want to believe him.
Maybe it’s the infectious power of the brave?
The man thought so. After all, according to the rumors, heroes were extremely charismatic and could command the support of hundreds of people wherever they went.
Just as they were about to reach their destination, three men pointed bows, spears, and knives at the man and Ash. One of them asked loudly in a questioning tone: "Carbon, who did you bring back!"
"This is the Pillar Hero, you must not be rude!" Carbon immediately shouted back.
The Pillar Hero?
The three of them looked at each other, wondering how a hero could appear in front of them, and how come they had never heard of the Pillar Hero.
"Triplets are rare."
Ash glanced at the three of them. Their strength was naturally nothing to him, but the characteristics they displayed were somewhat novel.
The same person who had spoken at the beginning continued to question, "You said he was a hero. Do you have any evidence?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them felt a heavy pressure descending upon them.
Ash has no interest in playing dumb and trying to gain advantage. How can he prove it? Of course, he can prove it with his strength.
"Let's go." Ash said, and then he walked forward on his own. Now that he was here, he could naturally see where the rebels were gathering.
"Oh." Carbon nodded blankly and glanced at the three brothers whose faces turned purple.
These three were the capable men of their branch. They didn't expect that Ash could suppress them without even moving a hand.
Maybe we are really saved?
This thought flashed through Carbone's mind.
Ash walked forward and soon arrived at a mountain wall. He waved his hand.
(End of this chapter)