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Volume 1 Chapter 162 The difference between freedom and rebellion, Chaoshan Unparalleled

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    Under skilled control, the horse under Etter's crotch stood obediently in place, but occasionally would tap its hooves impatiently.

    It has been a short while since the gatekeeper left in a hurry.  In fact, for the group of young escorts waiting outside the gate, it doesn't take much time to climb over the not-too-high wooden wall and open the gate directly.  After all, every one of them has undergone more than half a year of armed training, and the standards are no less stringent than the regular army of the kingdom, and are definitely not comparable to the private armies raised by ordinary small nobles.  Compared with temporarily recruiting a large number of militiamen, Isabel's obsession with maintaining a full-time army is no weaker than her father's. Maybe this is the so-called inheritance.  .

    But nominally speaking, the village in front of you still belongs to your own lord, which means that both sides are still equals and not enemies with swords facing each other.  Although everyone present had a rough guess about the current situation, they were unwilling to take the lead in breaking the deadlock before the other party actually took that step.  In the area around Salanvanja, Isabel was often praised for her kindness to the people.  If possible, these loyal guards do not want to take the initiative to break this beautiful image by themselves.  Unfortunately, as their lord occasionally said, "Unfortunate things happen all the time."

    Horse bows, longbows, halberds, javelins, long swords, maces, daggers or the weapon racks on the side of the saddle, or the belts tied around the waist, each weapon is carefully placed by the guards.  In the place where they fit best.  Convenient to take as quickly as possible at any time.  A qualified knight always carries a variety of weapons with him to deal with various emergencies.  Paying more attention to team cooperation and discipline, Alati simplified this theory slightly and did not require the guards to master strange weapons that were difficult to use, such as war hammers and morning stars.  Instead, use one of each melee weapon, long and short, as well as two sets of long-range weapons for both horse and dismount, which is enough to deal with more common conflicts.

    Under the instructions of team leader Eter, several team members spread out and paid attention to the surrounding movements.  The remaining people stood quietly outside the gate.

    When Anderson poked his head out from the sentry tower, he saw this scene, almost like a conditioned reflex, his right eyelid twitched slightly unconsciously.

    Seeing that someone finally appeared, Aite drove his horse forward a few steps.  Lift your head and look directly at the other person.

    "Good day! Everyone of the Wamborn family. Please go back and don't waste time here!" Anderson shouted loudly, his voice was loud and powerful, full of generosity, sorrow and indignation.  "Loss Village does not need any lords! For three hundred years, this land has belonged to our ancestors; now, it belongs to everyone here; in the future, it will also belong to our descendants! The people of Loss Village will not succumb to  Those who try to buy our lives and futures with money! No matter how great a big shot he is! Each of us is a free individual! For this, we will do whatever it takes! Long live freedom!"

    "Long live freedom! Long live freedom! -" The villagers gathered behind the gate were infected by Anderson's words, their mood suddenly became high, and they shouted loudly.

    The huge noise even disturbed the horses of the escort. These little guys who had not received professional war horse training began to stomp back and forth uneasily.  It was only with the constant comfort from the master that he gradually calmed down.

    In this era, due to the complicated relationships between large and small lords.  Unless we need to jointly defend against powerful foreign enemies, we often go our own way.  "My vassals are not my vassals."  It also occasionally happened that some remote rural towns refused to recognize the authority of His Majesty the King.  Putting aside the more under-the-table affairs after that, for the great lords, putting down rebellions was something they had to do almost every once in a while, and it was not particularly rare.  In the final analysis, many disputes in this world are just caused by the different positions of both parties.

    At least, for the passionate young men who treat the stunningly beautiful Isabel almost like a goddess in their hearts, the betrayal contained in such free speech is completely unacceptable.

    "Absurd! This is nonsense! Lady Isabel is so kind. She spent a lot of effort planning a bright future for you humble farmers. How dare you be so ungrateful!" Etter's body was slightly angry because of it.  Trembling, he held the reins tightly, his fingertips turning white from too much force, "You¡ª¡ª! Blasphemer, tell me your name! What qualifications do you have to represent the entire village?"

    "I am Anderson, Anderson Ross, the second son of James Ross." Under the countless eager eyes of the villagers behind him, Anderson puffed up his chest and proudly announced, "Of course I am qualified, but this has nothing to do with you.  relationship. Because this does not?It is a negotiation and this is a unilateral final announcement.  Turn around immediately, soldiers, and let your lord make his decision.  I¡¯ll give you dozens of shouts, if you still don¡¯t leave Guys¡ª¡ª¡±

    Behind the gate, there were more than a dozen strong men on the platform of the sentry tower, all waving their hunting bows and whistling with strange tones, sending out clear threatening signals.

    ¡°One¡­¡± Anderson shouted.

    "AndersonJames?" Etter frowned.

    "Sir Ross, the father of the former lord, was an unlucky guy. Ten years ago, he was bitten by a ferocious rat and contracted rotten fever. He lost his life on the way to a nearby town for treatment." A voice  rang in Etter's ears.  At some point, Arati had arrived at the young man's side.  The voice of the family's martial arts master was calm and calm, as usual, "I've been talking nonsense for long enough, Etter. Now, it's time to exercise. Let me know, and when the door opens, you can rush in and fight with your best strength."  Control the situation quickly."

    "Sir, please let me go!" Aite puffed out his chest and looked at Arati eagerly.

    The guards¡¯ lack of response made Anderson, who was counting, become irritated and shouted extra loudly: ¡°Six¡ª¡ª!¡±

    "Next time, boy. You still need to practice more." Arati smiled and patted the young man's shoulder, then clamped the horse's belly fiercely, "Drive¡ª¡ª!"

    From extreme stillness to extreme movement, before anyone had time to react.  Arati had already galloped towards the sentry tower.

    "Damn it!" Anderson cursed in his mind and ordered loudly, "Shoot him¡ª¡ª! Shoot him quickly¡ª¡ª!"

    The hunters in the village muttered and cursed that things eventually got out of hand, but their movements were not slow either. They took out arrows from their quivers, put them on the strings, and aimed their bows.

    "It's just a few dozen meters away, at the speed of a horse."  It can be said that it arrives in the blink of an eye!

    In this very short period of time, the rhythmic ups and downs of Alati's body have become one with the horse astride him. With his right arm relaxed, he pulled out a short javelin from the weapon rack on the back of the saddle and held it in his hand.  The moment the horse's hooves bounced up, it was thrown violently toward the bottom of the sentry tower.

    Before Anderson had time to laugh at the stupid man in front of him, he was already horrified when he saw the opponent's javelin shot. He pressed the horse's back without hesitation and pulled his toes out of the stirrups, following a skilled riding action.  He shrunk his legs and squatted on the saddle.  An ominous premonition filled his mind.

    At this moment, the first wave of arrows from the hunters arrived.

    Like an immobile stone sculpture, Arati maintained a half-crouched posture, almost letting the arrows fall on him without dodging.  There was a harsh metal collision sound under the wooden wall.

    Most of the arrows were deflected by the curvature of the martial arts commander's armor, and only one of them accurately hit and embedded in his left arm armor.  The remaining ones were hung on the horses' bodies.  But judging from Arati's unmoved expression, it was obvious that he was not hurt at all.  anyway.  The hunters used hunting bows that were not powerful enough, and they did not prepare short-tapered heavy arrows specifically designed to break through armor. This result could be said to have exceeded expectations.

    Seeing this scene, the villagers' hearts suddenly sank, and their originally high momentum seemed to be gradually draining away.

    Just when the hunters strung their bows for the second time, the injured horse had already rushed to the foot of the wooden wall.  Arati used both feet to exert force and suddenly jumped up from the saddle.  The huge force immediately pushed the unlucky mount that was being used as a stepping stone to the ground, letting out a mournful cry.

    "What the hell! What is he going to do!" The ensuing invisible sense of oppression made Anderson stagger back a few steps, and he couldn't help but cry out in fear, "Is that guy really a human being!"

    The stubby javelin thrown earlier was deeply embedded in the wooden wall. Arati stepped on it accurately with his right foot and used some strength. He rose a little again and his left hand was already on the edge of the lookout shed of the sentry tower.

    "Stop him!" Anderson screamed loudly, but secretly moved back a few steps, hiding himself as much as possible among the protection of the surrounding villagers.

    Immediately, someone raised the pitchfork in their hands and stabbed it downwards, but it was too late. With a turn, Arati had successfully entered the tower.

    With a sliding step, Arati nimbly passed the man who was rushing towards him and gave him a gentle push in the back.  The man couldn't hold his feet back and hit the wall hard and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

    He casually broke off the arrow hanging on his left arm armor, and glanced at the crowd that surrounded him.Anderson was soon discovered trying to hide his body behind others.

    With a disdainful snort, the martial arts commander stepped forward and walked straight towards the opponent, the metal armor making messy sounds due to friction.

    This time, there was no need for Anderson to issue an order, and the villagers who could no longer bear it swung their crude weapons and pounced on him.  No matter how strong the man in front of him is, he is only one person, and he has dozens of people here.

    Bowing, sliding, sometimes taking a few steps back, sometimes switching speed, Arati easily avoided the attacks of the first few people who rushed over without even making a move.  In actual combat, there are only a few people who can attack the surrounded enemies at the same time, and the rest of the people try their best to get in from behind.  For him who has experienced hundreds of battles, he has long been accustomed to the formation in front of him.

    "A farce." Such thoughts suddenly appeared in Arati's mind.  He suddenly grabbed the shoulder of a strong man who was rushing toward him. He stumbled and spun around, easily destroying the opponent's center of gravity. After dragging the opponent around in a crazy circle, he suddenly used force to pull the opponent's center of gravity.  The person was thrown forward heavily.

    The mind of that unlucky guy was completely blank. With the huge centrifugal force, he knocked down several companions behind him who were trying to catch him.

    Rushing forward quickly, Arati dodged the ax falling from behind, rolled over a man who was hunched over and trying to get up from the ground, raised his head again to avoid a knife swung from the right, and then hit him with a punch.  in the other person's face, knocking that person to the ground.

    "Put down your weapons." At some point, the scimitar in Arati's hand was firmly placed on the neck of Anderson, who had an incredible expression on his face. After these consecutive actions, his breathing was still incredible.  Calm as usual, "Otherwise, he will die."

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