Chapter 11: Meanness Is the Passport of Nobility

This world is full of blood and meanness. People who are too nice can easily die suddenly. Especially as a noble, Field no longer has the patience and kindness to communicate with the bastards in this world.

Let iron and blood speak! Meanness is the pass of the nobles.

Facts have proved that it is much easier for humans to attack their own kind than to deal with corpses. At least their kind do not look scary.

A human slave howled, pounced on the soldier with a broken arm, and used the sickle in his hand to dig into his neck fiercely. With a fierce pull, he directly pulled his head off. The soldier's terrified expression was still frozen on his face.

"Well done, it's yours." Field's mouth curved, and he took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to him, "I allow slaves to own their own property, and the more they work, the more they get!"

The eyes of the slaves around were red. A silver coin was not a small amount. It could buy a hundred black breads and extend their lives for a hundred days! In an instant, they were aroused by money.

Because Ashina's giant wolf led the charge, the slaves were fearless and rushed forward with their weapons tightly grasped.

"What an easy massacre."

In front of the Chosen One, the small number of fully armored infantrymen was just a joke. The soldiers wearing heavy armor were flattened by the wolf's claws, and blood flowed out of the bodies that were flattened into "two-dimensional" and gathered into a river.

Ignoring the pleas for mercy and quickly dealing with the rebellious defenders, Field tiptoed to avoid getting contaminated by the broken limbs on the ground and carefully entered the bunker.

"This is... the armory!"

When Field saw the armory of the fortress, he could no longer hide his surprise.

What came into view was the armor stacked like a hill, exuding the fragrance of tung oil after maintenance, neatly tied, and the shelves next to them were filled with standard halberds, steel knives and iron-clad shields, and crossbows were hung on the wall, with barrels of feather arrows covering various functions.

It can easily arm 500 people to the teeth, and the armor rate can reach 100%.

A baron cannot afford so many armaments. These are all shipped from all over the empire. Every year, the major lords need to draw out some materials and gold coins to support the construction of the border and prevent the invasion of corrupted monsters and orcs.

"Kashan Fortress has so many materials as an outpost fortress. I dare not imagine how rich the several giant fortresses behind are."

"Are we rich?" Asina took down a horse bow and couldn't let it go.

"I made a small fortune, but this is just the beginning." Field was actually very happy. He waved his hand and said, "Why are you still standing there? Arm yourself first."

"Okay!" Hearing that they could be equipped with expensive protective gear, everyone immediately went up to untie the ropes and put on a set of armor. These slaves felt the power of armor for the first time. It was heavy, but the sense of security was full.

The only flaw was that the slaves were too thin and swayed after putting on armor.

"Hehe, I'm disgusting you, Richard." Field rubbed his hands and called the first slave to take action: "What's your name?"

"My lord, my name is Bobcat." Bobcat seemed very nervous.

In the era of knowledge monopoly, the names of the lower class were generally very casual. Of course, it was impossible not to be casual. If you bumped into the noble master, the guillotine and the horse hoof would not joke with you.

"I have a task for you. Let's practice it twice first." Field called Bobcat to his side and said and gestured mysteriously.

Since he had already embezzled the weapons and equipment of the Bull Baron, he didn't care about going a little further.

After letting Bobcat lead twenty people away, Field pondered the weapons and equipment in front of him.

"Take them all away, you must take them all away, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable all over." Field paced back and forth a few steps, "Ashina, let Kao bring everyone over and send the equipment down from the city wall. We will pick it up after we pass the pass. They are already the equipment of Night."

Not enough! Field is not satisfied with weapons and equipment alone. Going to Night Territory is a gamble, and he must go all out.

Kashan Fortress has supplies from nobles across the country, but the villages under its jurisdiction will not pay less taxes. There are a total of six large villages responsible for providing supplies to the fortress. Because the land is fertile, cattle, sheep, wheat and taxes are continuously supplied to the Baron Castle every year.

Hills and gullies are continuous. A team of well-equipped soldiers, carrying the family flag of the Bull Baron, passed through dead vines and weeds, as well as broken walls.

Niujiao Village is famous in the village for its two towering watchtowers. In fact, they are only four meters high, including the roof, but they are still the pride of the village. These two seemingly simple watchtowers, as long as hunters stand on them, can rely on the outer wooden walls and militia to resist the attacks of robbers.

Just last night, they shot and killed three rotten corpses, which were said to have leaked in from outside the wall.

Oh my God, even monsters appeared in the fortress, which reminded the old people of the terrible orcs.

Three or four villagers in linen clothes were sitting at the entrance of the village with dung forks and vegetable soup, chatting and discussing how many rounds the widows in the east village could survive against the green-skinned orcs, and occasionally making bad laughter.

"It's the adults' soldiers!" The villagers recognized the flag, but they didn't know why the soldiers came, so everyone was confused.

Soon, the slave guards led by the mountain cat appeared in sight.

"Open the door quickly." The mountain cat cursed, and the soldiers beside him cooperated by slamming the long spear into the ground, and the infantry armor made a crisp sound. The mountain cat imitated the nobles and shouted arrogantly, "Do you want us to stay outside and drink the northwest wind? Damn idiots."

The villagers reacted suddenly and hurriedly raised their butts to welcome everyone in.

"Sir, is it about the rotting corpse? Our village has resisted the attack of the rotting corpse. Thank you to the gods. Of course, we must also thank the Baron. We will offer our young daughter to ensure that the Baron is satisfied." The village chief's smile is as bright as a chrysanthemum. , took the initiative to greet him, but after seeing the lynx, he was obviously stunned for a moment, "Sir, I don't seem to have seen you before."

Shanmao was nervous, but thinking about Field's instructions, if you encounter a question that is difficult to answer, just curse.

"Assass your mother, you venomous bitch, where did you get all this nonsense!" Shanmao drew his knife directly, "I'm here to collect taxes, not to recognize relatives, you know that! I don't care if you've seen me or not!"

The village chief was sprayed with saliva all over his face, and was so frightened by Shanmao's sword that he almost rolled to the ground: "Sir, it's my fault."

"Agricultural tax, population tax, family tax, belief tax, land tax, exemption tax, breathing tax, and other things. You know, we bulls pay taxes all the time."

There are many types of taxes in the Middle Ages, and there is always one suitable for peasant babies.