Chapter 2672 The Knight Is Coming

John and Kafir looked at each other, their hearts filled with shock and anger. They understood that these people were not simple thieves, but participants in a larger conspiracy.

"We can't let them succeed!" John whispered, with a firm light in his eyes.

"We need to make a plan to stop them!" Kafir also echoed.

The two quickly discussed and decided to take a preemptive strategy.

They decided to catch the thieves before these people took action to protect the safety of the town.

"We can use the cover of night to approach them quietly." Kafir suggested, "Then we can set up an ambush and attack when they get close."

At this moment, the two were completely immersed in the joy of role-playing.

Others can only let themselves enter another world through novels and movies.

At most, it's a game.

However, it is not real enough, and you can't write a story that really belongs to you.

"Good idea!" John nodded in agreement, "We need to distract their attention and let them relax their vigilance."

So the two quickly made a plan.

They decided to let Kafir be the bait to attract the attention of those people, while John prepared an ambush on the side.

"Why am I the bait?" Kafeel was a little dissatisfied.

"Hey, you are an adult and I am a child." John reminded.

"No, we are the same now, we have to play rock-paper-scissors." Kafeel shouted.

Kafeel (Zhao Han) was obviously fascinated by the role play. She dared to play rock-paper-scissors with a god of illusion...

John (Xiao Huan) naturally agreed.

So naturally, Kafeel (Zhao Han) lost all ten games.

"I am so stupid, I actually forgot where you came from." Kafeel (Zhao Han) said angrily.

As the night deepened, Kafeel (Zhao Han) began to walk towards those people.

She pretended to be relaxed, trying to let the other party down.

As she approached, Kafeel (Zhao Han) deliberately shouted loudly: "Hey, what are you doing here? Are you planning some conspiracy?"

The people were stunned, and then they grinned: "Boy, you are so naive, you dare to come here!"

Just when they were about to take action, John (Xiao Huan) rushed out from the dark, holding a glowing staff in his hand, and sent a beam of light towards those people.

"Now, take action!" The two rushed up together.

The battle broke out in an instant, and John and Kafeel cooperated tacitly and quickly surrounded those people.

Their movements were as fast as the wind, making it impossible for the other party to react.

"You are not our opponents at all!" John laughed.

The wooden stick in his hand swung and hit an enemy's shoulder accurately.

"Quick, catch them!" Kafeel (Zhao Han) was not to be outdone, and quickly forced another enemy back.

From beginning to end, the two only used Gandalf-level spells, and the rest were all basic fighting skills.

The strength is not greater than Tyson.

The speed is not greater than Bolt.

Agility is no more than that of a gymnast.

In short, after a fierce battle, those people were finally defeated and fell to their knees, their faces full of fear and unwillingness.

"It's not that easy for you to rob this village!" John said coldly, with a gleam of victory in his eyes.

"We won't let you go!" One of the enemies gritted his teeth and said, obviously unwilling to fail.

"You have already failed, don't make any more meaningless struggles." Kafeel (Zhao Han) said calmly, and the wooden stick in his hand emitted a faint light, which frightened the enemy.

In fact, it was just a harmless lighting technique.

In the end, the bandits were successfully captured, and the villagers witnessed all this from a distance and cheered.

John and Kafeel once again became heroes of the town and were warmly welcomed by the residents.

"Thank you, brave young people!" An old man said gratefully, "You saved our village!"

John and Kafeel smiled at each other, and their hearts were full of a sense of accomplishment.

This adventure not only allowed them to experience the fun of the low-magic world, but also made them feel the power of unity and courage.

…………

A week later.

Zhao Han and Xiao Huan stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the winding mountain road in the distance.

The sun shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on their shoulders, coating their figures with a layer of light golden light.

There was a gleam of excitement in their eyes.

Because they had just been elected as the new sheriffs by the villagers, shouldering the responsibility of protecting this land and the people.

This made them feel happy to upgrade.

And it was upgraded through real hard work and fighting.

They didn't cheat.

Wen Rensheng: Then what am I?

At this moment, a team of cavalry and infantry appeared at the end of the mountain road.

They were wearing tattered leather armor, with broken swords on their waists, and the hoofbeats of the horses echoed in the valley, like an ominous omen.

The leader was a knight, a middle-aged man with a face full of flesh, and his eyes revealed greed and coldness.

He waved his hand and asked a servant to ride a mule over to shout.

Many villagers were called out and gathered in the center of the village.

"Villagers, according to the order of Sir Knight Fabit, this year's tax is 80%!" the knight's attendant announced loudly.

"Also, you have not paid taxes in previous years. This land has been granted to the Fabit family by Sir Earl!"

"All of this must be paid for!"

His voice echoed in the village, making everyone's heart sink.

Hearing this, Zhao Han was very angry: "Their lives are already difficult, and now they have to face such heavy taxes."

Xiao Huan nodded, her brows furrowed, and she completely substituted her role.

"Yes, 80% of the tax is simply forcing them to go to a dead end. We can't just sit back and watch."

So the two looked at each other, they knew that this was the moment they had to stand up.

They stepped forward and stood at the forefront of the villagers.

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Han's voice was firm and powerful, "Such taxes are unfair, we can't accept it."

The knight sneered.

His eyes swept over Zhao Han and Xiao Huan, as if evaluating their value.

These are two strong men, much stronger than him.

It seems that they must be pirates.

Only pirates can eat so strong.

Poor people and bandits can't eat so strong.

"Fair? In this world, power is fairness. You villagers, either pay taxes or..." He didn't finish his words, but the threat was obvious.

Xiao Huan stepped forward, her eyes were not afraid, but calm.

"Sir, do you know that such taxes will destroy this village and your tax source?"

"You can only collect it once, and then the people in the village will starve to death, and there will be no more production here."

The face of the knight's squire sank, and what the other party said made sense.

However, their purpose was not to collect taxes, but to establish majesty and obedience.

He obviously didn't expect that any of these villagers would dare to talk to him like this.

"Are you challenging the authority of Lord Fabit?" His voice was low and threatening.

Zhao Han and Xiao Huan did not back down. They knew that this was a struggle for the survival of the villagers.

"We need to discuss it again."

The knight's attendant did not answer, but went back to tell the knight master: "Those people don't want to agree, they are not so obedient, they don't welcome the lord's arrival."

The knight sneered: "Give them some time, we will also take a break and prepare to kill them all!"

In fact, this time, the knight came to sweep.

That's how it was in the Middle Ages.

The knights swept, killed, and robbed other forces on the border.

This behavior forced the emergence of castles, and they were built on the mountains, separated from the residences of civilians.

The advantage of this is that the civilians bear the losses of being swept, and if they rob enough knights, they will naturally not gnaw bones.

They are much smarter than the Orientals.

The Orientals include all the wealthy residents in the city.

The result is that when thieves and nomads come, they must break the city to rob the most money.

This leads to the end of the nobles and civilians together.

In terms of cleverness, they are still smarter.

This is also because the East often has a period of peace for up to two hundred years, and the purpose of most cities is to prevent theft, not to resist the invasion of the thieves.

But they fought every few years or even decades, and this frequency forced them to separate.

Only a few capitals could protect all citizens.

Xiao Huan and his partner began to organize the villagers, explain the situation to them, and encourage them to unite and jointly resist the unfair taxation.

The villagers began to gather, their eyes full of doubts and uneasiness, but also a glimmer of hope.

"That's the knight, not the bandits."

"Yes, if we beat them back, there will be bigger figures." Some knowledgeable old people sighed.

They felt scared and helpless.

In contrast, they still had the courage to fight against the bandits.

The bandits had no backup.

And behind the knight was the king, everyone knew this, at least he was a lord with a title.

The words of Zhao Han and Xiao Huan were like a spark, igniting the fire in their hearts.

"We can't just give up, our homes, our lives, are in our own hands." Zhao Han's voice echoed in the crowd, and her words inspired everyone.

"Do you want the children to starve to death?"

"We have a good terrain here and can resist the attacks of many knights."

"They come from afar and don't have much strength."

"And if we fight back this time, we can build our own defense."

Xiao Huan assisted on the side. Her wisdom and strategy gave the villagers hope.

The villagers decided to take action.

The main reason is that they are used to their current life and don't want to have a lord on their heads.

That means endless taxation, conscription, and looting.

They hid in this small piece of flat land in the mountains just to escape the nobles.

The two began to make plans, prepare supplies, and prepare for the upcoming challenges.

As night fell, the villagers gathered in the village square. They sat around the campfire and discussed countermeasures.

Zhao Han and Xiao Huan stood in the center of the crowd, and their figures looked particularly tall in the firelight.

"Tomorrow, we will face the knight together. We will tell him that we will not succumb to injustice!" Zhao Han's voice echoed in the night sky, and her words were like war drums, inspiring everyone's heart.

Xiao Huan listened quietly at the side, with wisdom gleaming in her eyes.

She knew that this struggle would not be easy, but she also knew that as long as they were united, nothing would be impossible.

As the night deepened, the villagers gradually dispersed, and Zhao Han and Xiao Huan also returned to their hut.

They lay on the bed, looking at the starry sky outside the window, their hearts full of expectations for the future and desire for freedom.

…………

Early the next morning.

The morning sun shone through the mist on the fields of the village, and the golden light covered the land with a warm coat.

The hearts of the villagers were shrouded in a haze.

Zhao Han and Xiao Huan stood at the entrance of the village, staring at the knight team approaching in the distance, their hearts full of tension and expectation.

The knight lord led eighty soldiers, with cavalry in front, infantry following closely behind, and finally the temporarily recruited militia.

Their tattered armor also flashed cold light in the sun, and it seemed that it was temporarily polished.

The sound of the hooves of several horses was also deafening like thunder, as if foreshadowing the upcoming conflict.

Ordinary people don't know the fear of a tall horse unless they fight against it themselves.

Just like when people see a car rushing towards them, the first choice is to subconsciously dodge.

Not to mention fighting with a spear, you must train for more than half a month to have such morale.

Otherwise, when you see a horse coming, you will be scared to dodge and then be killed by a cavalry sword.

In contrast, there are only forty villagers, and everyone is nervous.

Xiao Huan is still worried that she can't win and is afraid of losing face, so she quietly adds some morale BUFF to everyone.

So although many villagers hold sticks and forks, their eyes are shining with determination.

"We must unite and not let them succeed easily." Zhao Han turned around and faced the villagers, his voice was very powerful.

A courage ignited in everyone's heart.

Although they all knew that this battle would be difficult, they must not let their families lose hope.

Xiao Huan stood aside, looking at every face.

She was excited.

Because this was a real battle.

Although the villagers were outnumbered by the enemy, they had a love for their homeland and a desire for freedom.

"Remember, we are not fighting for ourselves, but for the children of the whole village!"

"Whether we can have food tomorrow depends on today's battle!"

Xiao Huan's voice was like the morning bell, awakening everyone's fighting spirit.

As the knights approached, the villagers began to prepare nervously.

Zhao Han and Xiao Huan quickly organized everyone, divided them into several groups, and stood in a defensive line.

They armed themselves with wooden sticks, farm tools and simple weapons. Although the equipment was simple, everyone's heart was burning with unyielding fighting spirit.

"Come on, prepare to meet them!" Zhao Han shouted loudly, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand and praying in his heart.

The knight lord rode on a tall warhorse, looking down at the group of villagers, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"You country people, dare to resist my orders? It's ridiculous!" His voice was very country, like thunder in the sky, shaking everyone's heart.

"We are not country folk, we are the guardians of this village!" Xiao Huan responded, his voice was weak but full of determination.

The knight's face changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect these villagers to be so brave.

He thought he would scare these people to the ground and kneel down to beg for mercy.

Now it seems that a few conscripted militiamen must die.

He also has to pay a little bit of compensation, hoping that there will be enough food and women and children in the village, and after selling them, he can make up for the losses of this expedition.

He waved his hand, and three of his cavalrymen began to charge forward.

The sound of horse hooves was as shocking as thunder, rushing forward with ruthless momentum.

In the eyes of the villagers, that's it.

Although there were only three people, it was the first time the villagers saw the charge of tall horses.