Chapter 11

This world is full of blood and meanness. People who are too nice can easily die suddenly. Especially as a noble, Field no longer has the patience and kindness to communicate with the bastards in this world.

Let iron and blood speak! Meanness is the pass of the nobles.

Facts have proved that it is much easier for humans to attack their own kind than to deal with corpses. At least their kind do not look scary.

A human slave howled, pounced on the soldier with a broken arm, and used the sickle in his hand to dig into his neck fiercely. With a fierce pull, he directly pulled his head off. The soldier's terrified expression was still frozen on his face.

"Well done, it's yours." Field's mouth curved, and he took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to him, "I allow slaves to own their own property, and the more they work, the more they get!"

The eyes of the slaves around were red. A silver coin is not a small amount. It can buy a hundred black breads and extend their lives for a hundred days! In an instant, they were aroused by money.

Because Ashina's giant wolf led the charge, the slaves were fearless and rushed forward with their weapons tightly grasped.

"What an easy massacre."

In front of the Chosen One, the small number of fully armored infantrymen was just a joke. The soldiers wearing heavy armor were flattened by the wolf's claws, and blood flowed out of the bodies that were flattened into "two-dimensional" and gathered into a river.

Ignoring the pleas for mercy and quickly dealing with the rebellious defenders, Field tiptoed to avoid getting contaminated by the broken limbs on the ground and carefully entered the bunker.

"This is... the armory!"

When Field saw the armory of the fortress, he could no longer hide his surprise.

What came into view was the armor stacked like a hill, exuding the fragrance of tung oil after maintenance, neatly tied, and the shelves next to them were filled with standard halberds, steel knives and iron-clad shields, and crossbows were hung on the wall, and the barrels of feather arrows included various functions.

It is easy to arm 500 people to the teeth, and the armor rate can reach 100%.

A baron cannot afford so many armaments. These are all shipped from all over the empire. Every year, the major lords need to draw out some materials and gold coins to support the construction of the border and prevent the invasion of corrupted monsters and orcs.

"Kashan Fortress has so many materials as an outpost fortress. I dare not imagine how rich the several giant fortresses behind are."

"Are we rich?" Asina took down a horse bow and couldn't let it go.

"I made a small fortune, but this is just the beginning." Field was actually very happy. He waved his hand and said, "Why are you still standing there? Arm yourself first."

"Okay!" Hearing that they could be equipped with expensive protective gear, everyone immediately went up to untie the ropes and put on sets of armor. For the first time, these slaves felt the power of armor. It was heavy, but the sense of security was full.

The only flaw was that the slaves were too thin and staggered after putting on armor.

"Hehe, I told you to disgust me, Richard." Field rubbed his hands and called the first slave to take action: "What's your name?"

"My lord, my name is Bobcat." Bobcat seemed very nervous.

In the era of knowledge monopoly, the names of the lower class were generally very casual. Of course, it was impossible not to be casual. If you bumped into the noble master, the guillotine and horse hoof would not joke with you.

"I have a task for you. Let's practice it twice first." Field called Bobcat to his side and spoke mysteriously and gestured.

Since he had already embezzled the weapons and equipment of the Bull Baron, he didn't care if he went a little too far.

After letting Bobcat lead the twenty people away, Field thought about the weapons and equipment in front of him.

"Take them all away, we must take them all away, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable." Field paced back and forth for a few steps, "Ashina, let Kao bring everyone here and send the equipment down from the city wall. We will pick them up after we pass the pass. They are already the equipment of the Night Territory."

Not enough! Field cannot be satisfied with weapons and equipment alone. Going to the Night Territory is a gamble and must be desperate.

Kashan Fortress is supplied by nobles from all over the country, but the villages under its jurisdiction will not pay less taxes. There are a total of six large villages responsible for providing supplies for the fortress. Because the land is fertile, cattle, sheep, wheat and taxes are continuously supplied to the Baron Castle every year.

There are continuous hills and gullies. A team of well-equipped soldiers, carrying the family flag of the Bull Baron, passed through the dead vines and weeds, as well as the broken walls.

Niujiao Village is famous in the township for its two towering watchtowers. In fact, it is only four meters high, including the roof, but it is still the pride of the village. These two seemingly crude watchtowers, as long as hunters stand on them, can rely on the outer wooden walls and militia to resist the attacks of bandits.

Just last night, they shot and killed three rotten corpses, which were said to have leaked in from outside the wall..

Oh my god, even monsters appeared in the fortress, which reminded the old people of the terrible orcs.

Three or four villagers in sackcloth clothes sat at the entrance of the village with dung forks and vegetable soup, chatting and discussing how many rounds the widows in the east village could survive against the green-skinned orcs, and occasionally making bad laughter.

"It's the adults' soldiers!" The villagers recognized the flag, but they didn't know the soldiers' purpose, so everyone was at a loss.

Soon, the slave guards led by the mountain cat appeared in sight.

"Open the door quickly." The mountain cat cursed, and the soldiers beside him cooperated to stick the long spear to the ground, and the infantry armor made a crisp sound. The mountain cat imitated the nobles and shouted arrogantly, "Do you want us to stay outside and drink the northwest wind? Damn idiots."

The villagers reacted suddenly and quickly raised their butts to welcome everyone in.

"Sir, is it about the corpses? Our village resisted the attack of the corpses. Thank the gods. Of course, we also have to thank the baron. We will offer our young daughter to ensure that the baron is satisfied." The village chief smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum and took the initiative to greet him, but when he saw the mountain cat, he was obviously stunned for a moment, "Sir, I don't think I have seen you before."

The mountain cat was nervous, but thinking of Field's instructions, if he encountered a difficult question, he could just curse.

"Fuck your mother, you lackey of the venomous snake, why are you talking so much nonsense!" The mountain cat drew his sword directly, "I am here to collect taxes, not to recognize my relatives, you know! I don't care if you have seen me or not!"

The village chief was spitted all over his face, and was almost scared by the mountain cat's sword drawing, saying: "It should be my fault, sir."

"Agricultural tax, population tax, family tax, belief tax, land tax, exemption tax, breathing tax, and what else, you know, we bulls often pay taxes."

There are many types of taxes in the Middle Ages, and there is always one suitable for peasant babies.