The world is full of blood and mean, people can easily die too nice, especially as a noble, Field has no patience and kindness to communicate with the world's bastards.
Let the iron and blood do the talking! Meanness is the passport of nobility.
It turns out that it's much easier for humans to attack their own kind than it is to deal with rotting corpses, at least the same kind is not terrible.
One of the human slaves howled, flew at the armless soldier, pinned him down, gouged his neck with a sickle in his hand, and yanked it so hard that it ripped his head off, the soldier's frightened look still frozen on his face.
"Well done. It's all yours." Field curved the corners of his mouth, took a silver coin from his pocket and threw it at him. "I allow slaves to own their own property and get more for more work!"
The eyes of the slaves around them were red, a silver coin was not a small amount, it could buy a hundred black loaves of bread, and let their lives last a hundred days! Suddenly, they were aroused by money.
And because Asina's giant Wolf led the charge, the slaves were fearless, clenching their weapons and rushing to kill together.
"It was an easy slaughter."
In front of the chosen one, the small number of full-armored infantry is just a joke, soldiers wearing heavy armor are flattened by a Wolf's claw, and blood flows from the body that is flattened into a "two yuan", gurgling and gathering into a river.
Ignoring the pleas of the Rau River and quickly disposing of the mutiny defenders, Field tiptoed carefully into the castle, avoiding the mutilated limbs on the ground.
"Here is... Arsenal!"
Field could no longer hide his surprise when he saw the fortress's Arsenal.
What came into view were stacked like hills of armor, scented with tung oil, and neatly bundled, with standard halberds, steel knives, and iron-clad shields on the shelves, crossbows hanging on the walls, and barreled arrows containing all kinds of functions.
It's easy to arm 500 men to the teeth, and it's 100 percent armored.
It was impossible for a baron to keep so much armaments, as they were brought in from all over the Empire, and every year the lords had to spare a portion of their supplies and gold to support the construction of the frontiers and prevent the invasion of corrupt monsters and orcs.
"Kashan Fortress only as an outpost fortress, there are so many materials, several giant fortresses behind, how rich I dare not think."
"Are we rich?" Ashna took down a riding bow and couldn't put it down.
"A small fortune, that's nothing." Field is actually cool, big hand wave, "still froze why, you armed first."
'Good! Hearing that they could be equipped with expensive armor, the people immediately went up to untie the ropes and put sets of armor on their bodies. For the first time, these slaves felt the power of their armor, heavy, but full of security.
The only drawback was that the slaves were too small and groggy in their armour.
"Hey, you disgust me, Richard." Field rubbed his hands and called out to the first slave. "What's your name?"
"My name is Bobcat, my Lord." The bobcat looked nervous.
In an age when knowledge was monopolized, the names of people at the bottom were generally random. Of course, you can't want to be casual, if you hit a noble master, guillotine and horseshoe is not joking with you.
"I have a task for you. Let's run through it twice." Field called the bobcat to the front, mysterious talk and compare pictures.
If you've already taken Baron Bull's weapons, you don't mind going any further.
After letting the Bobcat lead the twenty men away, Field considered the weapons in front of him.
"Take it all, you must take it all, or you'll feel sick." Field paced back and forth. "Asina, tell the Khal to bring all the men and send the equipment down from the wall. We'll pick it up when we're past the pass.
Not enough at all! Field can't get enough weapons alone, and going to Nightcap is a big gamble, one that must be taken with all his might.
Kashan Fortress is supplied by the nobles of the whole country, but the villages under it will pay no less tax. There were six large villages in all, responsible for supplying the fortress, and because the land was fertile, there was an annual supply of cattle, sheep, wheat and taxes to the Baron's castle.
Hills and valleys, a column of well-armed soldiers, carrying the Bull Baron's family flag, passed through the withered vines, weeds, and ruins.
Niujiao Village, famous for its two towering guard towers, is actually only four meters high, or counting the roof, but it is still the pride of the village. These two seemingly simple guard towers, as long as standing on the Orion, can rely on the outer wooden walls and militia, to resist the attack of bandits.
Just last night, they shot dead three decomposing bodies, supposedly leaking through the walls.
My God, there are monsters even inside the fortress, which makes the old people think of fearsome orcs.
Three or four villagers in sackcloth sat at the entrance of the village with dung forks and vegetable soup, chatting and laughing bitterly about how the widows of the East Village could survive the rounds of the green Orcs.
'It's your Lord's soldier! The villagers recognized the flag, but they did not know why the soldiers had come.
Soon the Lynx came into view with his slave guards.
"Open the door." Bobcat cuss, the soldiers beside him will cooperate with the long halberd to the ground a pestle, the infantry armor issued a crisp sound, Bobcat learn the appearance of nobility, swaggeringly roared, "Do you want us to stay outside the door to drink northwest wind?" Bloody fool."
The villagers suddenly reacted and hastened to welcome everyone in with their butts pursed.
"My Lord, is it about the rotting bodies? Our village has withstood the attack of the dead. Thanks to the gods, and, of course, to the Baron, we will present our young daughter to his satisfaction." The head of the village smiled as bright as the chrysanthemum, and took the initiative to meet him, but after seeing the bobcat, he was obviously stunned for a moment, "This officer, I don't seem to have seen you."
Bobcat nervous, but think of field's account, encountered a bad answer to the question, directly scold can.
"Fork your old mother, you snake's henchman, where is so much nonsense!" Bobcat drew his knife directly, "I'm here to collect taxes, not to recognize relatives, you know?" I don't care if you've seen me!"
The village head was sprayed with saliva, and was scared by the bobcat's knife almost rolled over on the ground: "Should be adults, it is my fault."
"The farm tax, the population tax, the household tax, the faith tax, the land tax, the servitude tax, the breathing tax, the other thing, you know, we bulls always pay the tax."
There were many kinds of taxes in the Middle Ages, and there was always one suitable for peasant babies.