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In the summer of Moria, on the outskirts of the city, the farmers in Rome are busy sweating in their fields. Although this year, they not only had to send their sons, husbands and brothers to the battlefield with their own hands, but also paid substantial taxes to Mystras, but these simple farmers did not complain at all.

The reason is also very simple, not because they were liberated from the iron hoof of the Latin invaders, but because they finally owned a piece of land that belonged to them. No Pronian aristocracy came again to take advantage of it, nor did the commander of the military district arbitrarily send the peasants and soldiers as cattle and horses. Even if the tax collectors go to the countryside to pay a heavy tax, the farmers will have a lot more surplus food than in previous years. Therefore, Moriah's countryside did not dislike the new tax law introduced by the new governor, but went to work more energetically in the fields.

I saw that many self-cultivating farmers were tirelessly repeating the action of bending down to harvest crops in the fields, carefully harvesting slices of barley on their land and then loading them into the village to transport grain uniformly. horse. The weather at this moment is the hottest time, especially when the sun overhead shines on people's heads so it is not annoying. So much so that the smell of wheat in the wind seems to have been evaporated completely, with only a smell of being burnt.

The farmers who had been working for a long time at midday were finally able to rest for a while, and the women in their village brought bread and a small glass of wine to treat the pillars of their home.

So under the bright sky, the men sat under the shade of the trees, enjoying the rare coolness, tasting the food at home, and chattering with each other.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"What's the matter?"

"Mystras became a big deal yesterday!"

As soon as Mystras was mentioned, the men who had laughed and scolded each other just now closed their mouths and raised their ears to listen to the person who had just spoken.

"Mystras, what happened there again?" Seeing the men so serious, the women on the side couldn't help but become nervous.

And the man pretended to say mysteriously after drinking a glass of wine: "It was a brother of mine who was working in the city who heard about it. Yesterday all the nobles in the city fell out. Several nobles were killed. It was locked up, and Lord Salius ran away even more angry and took the army away, almost fighting with the people in the city."

The man said as he gestured, as if what happened that day had been seen with his own eyes, and the other people present could not help but become nervous and worried.

"Saleus-sama has left, the only one in charge of the city is the Varangian barbarian!" the sorrowful villagers mumbled. For the past year, Salius, who has been in charge of the Moriah garrison for the past year, does not matter whether it is a nobleman who punishes illegal The thieves who wiped out the mountains and islands have won the favor of many people in the market, not to mention the same Moriyas, these villagers are more accepting of him than the barbarians from the north.

"Isn't it? I am afraid that we will have a better life without peace again!" The speaker was quite pessimistic, shaking his head and sighed.

At this time, the companion on the side said disapprovingly: "What are you afraid of, Lord Justinian has already beaten all the Latins away, so that we can allocate so many fields to us for farming. How can we say that there is no peace!"

"I hope, but I heard that even the nobles in the city have not heard from Lord Justinian for almost a year." At this point, everyone couldn't help feeling a little depressed. To this young governor of the military region, these plain-headed people have always acted like gods. Many of them were once a thousand horses who had seen Latin knights before, leaving fear no less than humiliation in their hearts. However, the appearance of Justinian has completely reversed their original cognition and destroyed the two Latin countries of Achaia and the Principality of Athens with the power of more than a thousand people. This is incredible. Now they think about it, they feel that the new governor really sighed badly for their Moriyas. This is why they are willing to hand over their soldiers to Justinian for the expedition to Macedonia.

But after this, Justinian never appeared in their field of vision anymore, which had to make the people of Shengdou frightened, not only worried about the safety of the young governor, but also worried about their own future.

Speaking of this, the chatting that was still enthusiastic suddenly faded. The villagers, you look at me and I look at your staring eyes are consciously boring.

Just as the villagers were preparing to pack up their things and prepare to work on the ground, suddenly a tense horn sounded from the entrance of the village, and everyone's eyes were immediately directed towards the entrance of the village.

That's an alert for an enemy invasion!

How can there be an intruder? ! The hearts of the villagers suddenly picked up, and they couldn't believe their ears, but the sound of the horns that had burst their eardrums did not stop at all.

I only heard the cry of fear coming here, and behind it was the guard at the entrance of the village running away and running away.

"It's the rebels! The rebels are here!"

The voice of the guard who lost his helmet and unloaded his armor just fell, and with a "swish-", a sharp bow and arrow cut through the sky and directly hit the back of his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The dead guard on the spot "plopped" and fell. He was on the ground, and the white brain was wrapped in blood and poured out, and immediately frightened everyone present.

The screaming gods were crying, and the men of the same Liushen Wuzhu could only endure fear at this time and urge the old, young, and young women and children to flee to the other side of the village entrance.

But in an instant, the aggressive rebels had already killed in from the entrance of the village.

It is the ornamentation of the nobles in the north. Some people recognize the banner of the invading rebels. Some Moria nobles in the north have always been against Justinian’s actions to gather land, especially during Justinian’s absence. Land friction, but no one thought that they would rob the village with such a big fanfare this time. This is absolutely naked rebellion!

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"Kill—burn everything here, without leaving a living thing! Let them continue to tremble in hell." On the saddle, a man grinned wildly.

Just as the villagers thought, the northern aristocracy publicly launched a rebellion this time, and it was not only the support of the Latin aristocracy that gave them the confidence to do so, but they also learned the news of Salius's exile. There was no such a big threat. , The rebels immediately rushed forward without stopping. The first step is to burn all the villages around Mystras, leaving Mystras completely deprived of supplies and trapped in an isolated siege.

I saw that after receiving the orders of the nobles, the cavalry of the rebels set firewood to the village one by one, turning the originally rich and peaceful village into a sea of ​​flames in an instant. After that, the villagers who fled outside the village were massacred by hunting animals. The nobles have no mercy, because in their eyes, these villagers are not even people, and they dare to covet their land and wealth like that Justinian. It's really a crime!