Chapter 73

The morning sun has not yet dissipated the chill of the night, and the morning breeze is still a little cold.

Outside the open city gate, a group of bent bodies came in slowly in the watchful eyes of the guards.

Most of their faces have turned gray yellow, and with deep wrinkles, their eyes narrowed into a line, and their surroundings were swollen and red.

Farmers are exposed to the sun and wind all day, which is generally the case.

The first was an old man with a broken felt hat on his head and only a very thin overalls. He was rustling all over, holding a dirty white rag in his hand and propped it up with branches.

It was not the red, round hands of the landlords, but thick, stupid and cracked claws like dead bark.

It's hard to see the age of this group of people just from their appearance. There are probably no young people.

After they entered the city, they were immediately surrounded by the guards and came forward to search them.

"Let them come."

The sound with metal texture sounded from the square, and the guards scattered around like clouds to make way for a road.

The men walked to the center of the square with fear and anxiety.

I saw a giant as tall as an iron tower standing in front of them, surrounded by another warrior wearing a sword, and ten of the same giants surrounded behind him in an arc.

The giants were wrapped in thick silver gray armor, their robes and ribbons floated gently with the morning breeze, and there was a kind of examination in the dark eyepiece on their helmets.

Invisible pressure came from them, and they stopped when they were fifty meters away.

The head of the old man had a happy and sad look on his face, and wriggled his lips, but he didn't make a sound.

After someone coughed violently, his attitude immediately became respectful, he knelt down slowly, his upper body crawled down, his forehead was close to the ground, and said clearly:

"Sinner Chris, it's a great honor to see the emperor's angel."

He spoke gaucote, which was terrible, but he could barely understand it.

This surprised soshyan.

While the old man knelt down, the people who followed him also made them pay homage to the sky with the same attitude, and praised the name of the emperor in their mouth.

Soshyan had many words to say, but he felt blocked by something. He just lingered in his mind and couldn't spit out.

"You traitors! Rebels! Thieves! Murderers!"

At this time, West was the first to speak. He yelled directly at the people kneeling on the ground.

"How brave! You have the face to see the noble angel! You should be gouged out your eyes and cut off your tongue! Hang on the gate!"

As West's curse sounded, the nearby landlords also shouted. The appearance of the angels gave them the greatest support in their hearts. They were still frightened in the city. Now their hearts are full of courage. They just want to catch and torture the rebellious serfs as soon as possible, so that they will no longer dare to rebel in their life.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, West flew out upside down, then fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

Almin took back the chain saw sword and hung it back to his waist. Just now he "gently" touched the other party's chest with the handle of the sword, which made the man close his mouth.

Seeing the angel angry, everyone immediately shut up.

The people on the ground were still lying on the cold bricks and stones.

Then there was a quiet sound from the grille of soshyan's helmet.

"Get up."

In this place, his orders were absolute, and then the people stood up one by one.

The old man in the first place stood firm again with the help of another person.

"Wait, why did you make trouble?"

Soshyan's next sentence almost made them kneel down again.

"Stand up!"

Almin's scolding made their bent knees straighten again.

"Sinners dare not hide. They really can't live without food and clothing... But we are still the obedient people of the Empire! We are not the rebels of the Empire!"

The old man was choking when he said later.

"My Lord! My Lord! They are lying!"

West, who had been knocked out before, got up alive again, walked near the demigods and scolded the old man:

"Say such blasphemy! What do you think of angels? Fools!"

He turned, faced soshyan, bent down and pointed to the rebellious serfs.

"The most respectable angel, you may not know that these crafty people are the most cunning and often make poor appearances! They obviously cultivate the land of the emperor. When collecting taxes, they want grain without grain and livestock without livestock. In fact, they have everything! As soon as they lift the floor or knock off the wall, they are either underground or in secret storage rooms! And in valleys and deep streams, they And secretly hiding unregistered farmland! "

Soshyang held it in his spare light. What the man said was hoarse and indignant, like a judge trying heresy.

"My Lord! They seem honest on the surface, but in fact they are the best liars! They will lie no matter what! If they are dissatisfied, they will besiege the city and tax institutions! The so-called obedience to the people is the most stingy, cunning, cowardly, bad hearted and no faith! They are always thinking about how to destroy the authority of the Empire, destroy the belief of the emperor and meet their needs The desire of government! "

"You're talking nonsense!"

"You are the real liar! Murderer!"

West's words immediately aroused the opposition of the serfs. Their necks and faces were red with anger. If they were not afraid of the presence of the angels, they would have rushed up and fought with the landlord.

"You use people as animals! But you eat less than animals! The tax is heavier year by year!"

A stout looking man pointed at West and shouted angrily:

"A few years ago, you still received 70%. After a year, it became 80%, then 85%, and finally 90%. How do you make people live! How do you live!"

"Why don't you say you delayed the tax earlier! I paid you in advance! Shouldn't you charge some interest!"

"There were heavy rains and floods that year -"

"Shit! The tax collector doesn't care about this! It's us who are forced to pay taxes! We! Not you! You don't have a sense of gratitude!"

"Silence!"

With a sharp drink, all mortals lowered their heads and shut their mouths at the same time.

Soshyan glanced at the rebellious farmers and said:

"It is indisputable that paying taxes is an eternal obligation of imperial citizens."

"Yes..."

The farmer's head dropped lower.

"But it is also the responsibility of the Empire to ensure the most basic survival rights of its people."

Soshyan turned to west.

"Why do you sit and watch the imperial people die of hunger."

"No, no, no... I..."

West wiped the sweat from his head and whispered:

"We have always provided the most basic relief rations..."

"My Lord, he lied!"