Ever since the Word of the Talisman was installed, George has found himself able to see further. Originally, in the fog, 50 or 60 paces away began to become hazy. However, now it is increased to a hundred paces away.
It seems that the brightness +1, is the distance of a hundred paces.
George led his subordinate soldiers all the way to the south. Specially also according to the scroll a short detour, along the way to solve some zombies.
After yesterday's cleanup, there are not too many zombies left. All relatively fragmented. So Alexander has not shot, are solved by the squad.
This time those [really not very reliable escort] performance than before to be too much better. Whenever they saw the great magistrate watching behind them, they would scramble to show themselves.
Interestingly, after they no longer fear injury, when handling those zombies is more difficult to get hurt.
However, Alexander was very dissatisfied. For that messy cooperation between them, he kept cursing. Constantly pointing out to them.
Each mercenary has participated in many wars, is the nobles from time to time recruited mercenary people. So don't look at Alexander usually foolish in front of the lord, but he is a professional soldier. How to maintain the formation, how to use the cooperation to destroy the enemy most effectively, he is very, very experienced.
And in his eyes, these zombies are a bunch of refugees who don't even have weapons.
His words were few at a time, but they were often to the point.
At the very beginning, these guys almost seemed a bit ridiculous in their panicked fits. Some even whispered complaints that it would have been better to fight the way they used to - with bows, they could shoot zombies in the head at close range, and skewer javelins, they could nail them to the ground.
But the officer was brusque and did not permit any opposition or questioning, not even in his mind. After a few kicks were lifted above the buttocks, no one dared to be kicked by that terrible officer again. Soon they studied in earnest.
Slowly, these escorts in the continuous practice under, finally began to have some cooperation. And those zombies will look very lazy during the day as long as they don't gather in piles. This makes the road travel has been very smooth.
When they ran with the lord's horses all the way through the misty woodland, they also finally learned some but very effective routines under the chief's reprimand and guidance.
By this time, the zombies nearby began to become less. And after they reached a small river nearby, they never encountered any more monsters.
"Go downstream and you'll reach the village. My lord, it's not much further." Martin panted and said. In the long hunger and fleeing, these people's physical quality are average, only slightly stronger than the refugees. So in this way of walking, the escorts were already dripping with sweat.
Seeing their appearance, George couldn't help but secretly shake his head: 'It seems that this group of guys who have been on the verge of starvation for a long time have to recuperate properly for a while before they can really bring their fighting power into play.'
In order to be able to let the escorts recover some physical strength. George slowed down the pace of the horses. Gradually, he led the crowd down the river.
Not long after, some low stone houses gradually revealed from the mists. In the periphery of those stone houses, there are also some rudimentary small walls made of stones.
''Typical mountain stone village, but the fortifications are very simple. It seems that there was no attack here, or they would have to make the walls higher even if they didn't eat.'
George also found that the fog here seemed to be much lighter than elsewhere. This made him feel a little strange.
At this time some villagers were fishing and washing clothes by the river. When they saw those people coming from afar, they dropped what they were holding and ran towards the village in panic.
George gave a look to Alexander, and the big foolish man raised his simple banner and ran into the village with him. And the retinue behind them also quickened their pace.
The villagers did not recognize the group as the bandits who had come to the village. After seeing the banner and costume, they thought that the lord had brought them here. So only a few beautiful women and young strong men ran out of the village.
When the guards rushed in, they immediately stood around the high place, eyeing up the villagers. Whoever dared to come near the village exit, they raised the shining swords and bows in their hands.
Such a scene made the villagers notice something unusual. But it was already too late.
Don't look at these guards in front of Alexander and the lord, as weak as a refugee. But when the bandits encountered the real refugees, they were even more vicious than the wolves.
Seven or eight wolves surrounded this group of sheep.
The nobleman in fancy clothes on the horse, as well as the tall and terrible giant holding a banner, made these villagers tremble. In the midst of that noble lord's condescending gaze, they didn't even dare to enter the house.
"There is no wedding today, my lord." A thin, but sturdy-boned middle-aged man leaned over carefully and said. And next to a group of villagers are scattered around various places, some fearful to look this way.
George's eyebrows raised slightly, did not answer. He knew that the middle-aged man was mistakenly thinking that he had come to exercise his right to first night. He didn't bother with him, and after sweeping his gaze around, he thought to himself: 'It seems that there really hasn't been any attack here. And it seems like the lords who came here to cause trouble before, either grabbed women or youths.'
The few that had slipped through the net, he had seen. But he wasn't worried that they would leak out. Because if the plan went well, they would all come back. And if it didn't go well, he and these escorts could all die here...
There were far more inhabitants here than George thought. In total, there were more than thirty families. But it seems that some of the houses were newly built, and those around the villagers, also divided into three or four small gangs. This means that many people are later.
But most of them were old, young, sick and disabled, and the young and strong were just a dozen in total, and thin and weak - the strongest ones ran inside the forest.
"Who says our lord is here to exercise his right to first night? We are here to collect taxes!" Martin said viciously, speaking back for the lord.
George nodded secretly.
The lord collected taxes, and those who dared to run away, the whole family was to be hanged.
The words had a great effect, after hearing that, the group of villagers became even more afraid, some even desperately cried and begged - this lord is indeed to do that which they are most afraid of.
In this chaotic world, the villagers have very little food. And the so-called tax collection is actually robbery! Sometimes not even a grain will be left for people!
Moreover, since the fog has filled the area, there is no longer a lord who comes here to collect taxes, so the villagers don't know who their lord should be.
The middle-aged man still has some courage, although he showed fear, but still intended to open his mouth to defend: "Lord, we just two months ago..."
But George did not give him a chance to finish.
"Your original lord is dead! The king has given this land to my 'Johannes' castle - I am your new lord, George William! William!" He rode on his horse, speaking as he spurred his horse back and forth inside the village (leaving the middle-aged man, who found the old guy a bit difficult to deal with, unlike the bitter villagers), while Knight Alexander followed him around, glaring at the villagers.
''Damn, there are really chickens and sheep inside the village, although there are only a few, but they are not sheared, and the villagers have saved a lot of wool, it seems that they are all prepared for paying taxes. This is really fucking great, thanks to the previous lords did not kill the chicken and take the eggs ah! This thing, I'll take it! Hahahahaha'
The lord's eyes were glowing green, but his expression was serious as he continued: ''According to the custom, you have eighteen taxes to pay! This is the law! It is sacred and no one can disobey it!"
The middle-aged man who was trotting over heard these words and stumbled and almost fell to the ground. And those who were not crying cried too. Including the small children in swaddling clothes, who originally didn't understand anything, they also cried out along with them in the midst of this desperate atmosphere.
''What a sin.'' George observed the reaction of these villagers and secretly laughed in his heart: 'The padding is almost done...'