Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

For the royal family, one of the important meanings of the existence of towns is to collect taxes and recruit soldiers, otherwise, wouldn’t it be in vain?

Population and taxation are the foundation of a regime.

The church army occupied these places before, and now they are recaptured, and order needs to be reestablished bit by bit.

The royal family has this foundation, so it shouldn’t be too difficult normally.

However, before the local officials can free up their hands, a terrible incident like the Will Village Massacre occurred.

Immediately, they didn’t care about taking it slowly, and sent troops to garrison separately, which at least played a warning role.

What Duke Fernandez left behind was at least a regular army. Although due to the lack of firearms, a group of soldiers recruited locally were mainly cold weapons, but it was definitely enough to maintain public order.

No one thought that some rural mud legs could have any resistance.

So, an army under the flag of the kingdom approached Pumpkin Village and instantly attracted the attention of the guard.

Because it was close to Will Village, the villagers of Pumpkin Village were very sensitive.

The local priests organized a guard and immediately received a response.

No more, no less. Ten rifles could form a squad of guards, and the others were just holding dung forks and hoes.

In order to prevent sneak attacks, they also sent people to keep watch from a distance.

Therefore, the team ordered to station there was discovered before they even arrived at the village.

The militiamen in charge of keeping watch quickly ran back to the village and rang the gong at the entrance of the village.

The villagers were already highly nervous, and they rushed out in a moment.

"The royal army is coming, with guns."

As soon as the militiamen spoke, everyone else panicked.

Although there were a few guns, they couldn't deal with the army.

Someone immediately said timidly: "What should we do? Should we run away?"

Some people were more sturdy, with weapons in their hands, and their murderous intent gradually rose.

"Where can we escape to? At worst, we can fight them."

The priest was more stable. He stopped the villagers from making noise and asked about the specific situation: "How many people are there in the royal army? How long will it take?"

The militia ran too fast and just caught their breath. Seeing that everyone had misunderstood, they quickly said: "There are more than a dozen people. They will arrive in a quarter of an hour at most."

"Is it the vanguard? Let's run!" someone shouted loudly.

The priest shook his head and said calmly: "There are only a dozen people. We don't need to run.

If there are really hundreds of people, we can't run away.

But we can't surrender. The lesson of Will Village is in front of us. Even if we fight to the death, we have to exchange dozens of his lives."

"Yes, to deal with such people, you have to be more ruthless than him." There are also knowledgeable people in the village who agree with this.

Besides, it will definitely be too late to run. How can everyone run with their families?

In this case, there must be a backbone.

If someone takes the lead, others will follow subconsciously.

So before the royal army arrived, the militia guards were ready.

At this time, on the country road, a small team of infantry and swordsmen was advancing.

There were only five people holding muskets, and they were barely regular soldiers. The others were temporarily recruited.

The whole team was holding a military flag, the captain rode a donkey, and the others could only walk on two legs.

Although the equipment was simple, the atmosphere was still good.

As the running dogs of the landlord aristocracy, their skills in exploiting the people were maxed out.

Being sent out to garrison in a village now was simply a good job.

"Captain, when we get to Pumpkin Village, we must scare those mud-legged people. We provide them with protection, so we should at least show some respect, right?" Someone couldn't wait to imagine.

The captain rode on a donkey, not at all reserved, grinning with big yellow teeth, and said happily: "That's for sure, maybe I, your captain, can find a virgin girl as my wife."

"Hahaha!!"

Everyone laughed and was very happy.

They were called regular troops, but in fact they were private soldiers given to Fernandez by the nobles.

They were not the kind of serious private soldiers, half of them were hooligans who were temporarily pulled over and trained for several months.

They were just thrown to Duke Fernandez for the task, anyway, the heads were enough and a gun was issued.

Besides, it was good if half of the private soldiers were reliable.

It was precisely for this reason that they were abandoned and stationed directly in the local area, not because of their lack of ability.

But for them, this was a good thing, not only did they not have to fight on the battlefield, but now they got a good job.

A group of people laughed and laughed, without any sense of crisis.

Anyway, they are all young and strong. If they really encounter danger, they can just run away. Do you really think they are here to protect the country and the people?

Collecting taxes, collecting taxes, this is the purpose of their existence.

A quarter of an hour is longer than expected, because this group of soldiers is too slow.

When the people of Pumpkin Village saw the so-called army, they were relieved, and the ten armed militiamen hiding also greatly relieved the pressure.

There were only five guns on the opposite side, which was not as good as our side. The rest of the people were knocked down with a hoe each.

The team walked to the entrance of the village and found the wooden fence blocking them. It was not surprising at all.

Now the situation is unstable, it is normal for the villagers to be afraid.

A soldier wanted to flatter the captain, actively ran in front, and kicked the wooden fence.

"Hurry up and move these things away, our captain is here to protect you, don't worry about those bandits in the future."

In their opinion, these mud legs are not grateful for their arrival?

As soon as they saw the army was protecting them, they should immediately take out the good things at home to entertain them.

But what they didn't expect was that the gathered villagers looked strange, and no one paid any attention to them.

The priest coughed and was about to step forward to negotiate.

Bang! !

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the soldier standing at the entrance of the village with his hands on his waist fell on his back.

The priest was close and saw the bullet hole on the other party's forehead.

"Good shooting... No, who shot?"

These militiamen had just been holding guns for a few days, so their shooting skills were naturally hard to describe.

They really missed the target even if they aimed and shot.

Damn, how could this shot be so accurate?

The priest seriously suspected that someone was playing him, and he was standing in the front, which was going to kill him!

His first reaction was to turn around and roll behind a pile of straw.

Sure enough, the soldiers outside the village were stunned for two seconds, and immediately raised their guns excitedly.

"A group of rioters dared to shoot at me."

At this time, the militia whose gun went off was still in a daze.

This shot was an accident, and he himself did not expect that it would go off at this time.

However, the others did not stand there in a daze. When they saw the soldiers outside raising their guns, they nervously pulled the trigger one by one.

The outside team did not expect that there were ten muskets here.

The captain thought that Pumpkin Village had obtained one or two muskets through some means, and he also wanted to use the guns to deter the other party and extort more benefits.

Caught off guard, even though the villagers' shooting skills were extremely poor, one of them was hit.

Fortunately, the shooting skills were really bad now, and they didn't care about the reason in their rage, and they started shooting at each other.