"Hahahahaha! OK OK, my dear soldiers. We are not here to humiliate my lovely subjects, but to collect military taxes for the great King of England, His Highness Yuser." The nobleman waved his hand and said with a big laugh.

When the villagers in the head heard this, the head of the village turned pale. The village that had just paid the winter tax once not long ago may have extra property? To put it bluntly, they are not as poor as they are still in their pants.

"Sir! We just paid the winter tax not long ago. Why are you levied taxes again?!" the villager in the lead shouted.

The noble turned his head and glanced at the villager, showing a sarcastic expression.

In fact, there is no military tax at all. It is just a reason this noble made up for squeezing out every drop of value from this group of villagers. From childhood to adulthood, he was educated that the nobles were extremely noble, while the poor were extremely low. He ignored the life and death of his commanders and only wanted to use them to satisfy his selfish desires.

The noble winked at a knight behind him. The knight immediately understood a few steps forward, pulled out his sword and chopped the villagers in the lead with a blink of an eye!

While chopping, he shouted: "A mere untouchable dares to question the noble's decision?! Damn!"

The sword came too fast, so fast that the leading villager had already cut off the sword before he could react.

Puff! The blood mist sprayed, and the villagers in the lead screamed and fell into the pool of blood.

All the villagers were immediately frightened by the knight's cruel style. They retreated in horror and abandoned the weapons in their hands on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

Seeing that the deterrence had been achieved, the knight was no longer willing to attack the unarmed villagers against his conscience. He took back his sword and turned around and walked into the team.

"Hahahahahahaha! Did you see it? That's a question of the fate of the extremely noble noble!" The nobleman let out a burst of strange laughter and made people hate him, wishing he could drink his blood, eat his flesh, and remove his bones!

Aragon and Seerna were hiding in the dirt house and watching all this. Aragon frowned tightly, playing with a dagger in his hands, his face was very rosy, as if the bloody scene had not affected him at all. Seerna's face was a little pale, and her small hands covered her big eyes, and she dared not continue to look.

"Brother Aragon, what should I do? If this continues, everyone will be bullied by that bad guy again..., the last time Aunt Jolina was the nobleman..., Brother Aragon, I'm afraid." Selena trembled slightly, and whenever she thought of Aunt Jolina's death last time, she could not survive a safe night.

Aragon patted his sister's shoulder comfortably, then turned his head to continue observing the movement outside.

Under the threat of swords and death, the villagers had already endured their heartache and handed over the food or money they had accumulated with great pain.

Unlike the past tax payments, this time, not only did I give food and money, but for the cold winter, this payment is basically a matter of giving away my life.

After handing over the food and money, many villagers fell to the ground and cried bitterly. The children kept crying. The women were crying in tears. The men covered their faces with their hands in pain and made waves of sobs.

The whole village exuded a sad breath, and was deeply saddened that the whole family was about to be frozen to death and starved to death in the village.

A knight who was a little unbearable came forward and spoke to the nobles: "Sir, if you over-tax your taxes, these untouchables will not survive this winter. If they all die, then you will not be able to collect taxes next year."

The noble turned around and glared at the knight fiercely, and then said, "It doesn't matter how many people die. As long as I am happy, it's the greatest honor for those people! It's just that I'm dead. At most, I'll ask my father for more slaves!"

Hearing these words, all the villagers showed a face that they wanted to eat people. They were originally photographed by the oppression of Bingwei, but in the face of death and survival, these villagers began to gather together again intentionally or unintentionally and picked up weapons that were discarded on the ground.

A sharp-eyed knight discovered the abnormal behavior of the villagers, drew out his sword and rushed to the front of the nobles, pointing directly to the villagers with a long sword full of cold light.

"What do you want to do? Are you looking for death?" The knight shouted angrily, causing the soldiers around the noble to react immediately.

When they saw the villagers picking up their weapons with grief and anger, their eyes were red, and their faces contained a desperate look. They didn't know that this was the desperate villagers who were forced to rebel!

"Arrangement!" the knight shouted.

Twenty-six English soldiers shouted angrily, quickly ran to the front of the knights and nobles, pulled out the swords at their waists and raised the wooden shield to prepare for the battle!

Aragon and Seerna watched the villagers about to clash with fully armed soldiers
Chapter completed!