"In this case, then be optimistic about them, especially those key figures."
There are more than a hundred people, Yang Zhijun pondered slightly. He had already learned from the village chief that these so-called "Imperial Guards" are not locals here, but mostly come from other places, and there are many adventurers and wanderers among them. There were even bandits and bandits, and the dozen or so strongest squadron leaders among them were probably brought here by Pulitzer himself.
And there are about thirty fully armed magic soldiers on my side. This size is enough to deal with two or three ordinary Teigu users. Even if there are many thermal weapons on the opposite side, there will be no problem. So, this is the magic army in different places. The world's first combat action took place.
An hour's walk is not that far, but considering that ordinary people in this world are physically better than people on Earth, it's actually not that close. Time just passes by little by little on the way, and by the time they have arrived at the town, , still no one noticed their arrival.
"Major Yang, Captain Liang and the others are watching over there. I'll come to pick you up."
A magic soldier who had been waiting at the entrance of the town for a long time came over and spoke in the language of this world.
Yang Zhijun turned slightly and looked at the villagers. He had just said that he had sent people to check the situation in advance, so the villagers were not surprised to see magic soldiers coming to respond.
"Then you all go directly to settle accounts with those who oppressed you. Don't worry, we will watch from the sidelines. If they dare to take action, we will not be polite."
He did not intend to stand up and host directly, because although Pulitzer was a greedy and ignorant nobleman, he could not be regarded as a fool. If they had unknown origins and unknown strength and faced each other head-on, they might be intimidated, and this would not achieve the goal. to stimulate conflict.
"With Mr. Yang here, what are you afraid of? We must get our food back!"
The village chief waved his hand, and nearly two thousand villagers followed them and walked toward the town. Yang Zhijun deployed the rest of the magic soldiers through communications to get ready, and he blended into the villagers inconspicuously. Location, wearing a black robe is not easy to be found in the dark night.
Until now, these villagers are just thinking about getting their food back, but unfortunately, judging from the information Yang Zhijun has obtained, it is impossible to expect the noble who has the advantage of force to return the food while they have not shown up for the time being. .
"Hey, did you hear anything?"
A guard who was seventy or eighty percent drunk humped the person next to him and looked out the door with his drunken eyes. It seemed that there was some noise.
"There seems to be some movement. I'll go over and take a look."
He reluctantly picked up his weapon and staggered towards the door. After only a short while, he stumbled back.
"My lord, my lord! Those villagers rebelled!"
The panicked shouts attracted everyone's attention, including Pulitzer, who was drinking with two priests from Anning Road. This little nobleman looked short and fat, with two slender hair on his shiny face. Beard, squinting eyes and slightly tilting his head at the guard kneeling under him, his face full of disdain.
"Why are you panicking? They are just a bunch of despicable bumpkins. How many people are here?"
This group of country bumpkins who have never seen the market have no courage even if they wear white leather. They still have to rely on the experts they brought from their families.
"I don't know, it's just a torch, there are at least two thousand people!"
After swallowing, the guard calmed down a little. He was just frightened by the number of people just now. Now think about it, they are just a bunch of bumpkins who dare not fight back when being beaten. What's the use of having more people.
"Haha, it seems you two were a little careless during the day."
Pulitzer raised his hands to the two Anning Taoists who were also a little flustered, but his face was full of indifference.
"But don't worry, we are all orthodox Imperial Guards here. They are just a bunch of untouchables. So what if everyone is here."
"In this case, we are relieved. However, we are clergy after all. In order to prevent these impulsive villagers from blaspheming the gods, we should retreat temporarily."
Seeing Pulitzer like this, these two people felt a little relieved. Maybe few people knew that most of the people like them who came out to collect charity funds were people from Vice-Chairman Berlick. Although they pretended to be priests, they were actually But they were lured into joining, and they are not true believers at all - most of the people who are true believers are just targets of oppression.
Liang Zhong, who had been paying close attention to this place, also saw the two Anning Taoists leaving the table. He stretched out his hand and waved, and two magic soldiers immediately followed him. They couldn't let them run away.
On the other side, the villagers also rushed here. With a keen eye, they saw that the so-called "Imperial Guards"'s tables were filled with the food they had donated during the day. Suddenly, the crowd was in high spirits, and many people were holding their own farm tools. They wanted to rush forward, but someone was faster than them.
"Asshole, give us back our food!"
Iyeas drew out his sword and rushed forward. He jumped up and stood on the table, pointing the tip of his sword at Pulitzer on the main seat. Sayu and Tazmi followed him.
"Your food, no, no, no, these are my food!"
Pulitzer sneered. He recognized these three people. He wanted to make a living in the imperial capital after learning some kung fu as a three-legged cat. He was lucky enough to come back alive.
"You despicable pigs! Who gave you the courage to stand in front of me, Lord Pulitzer? Despicable domestic animals should just eat in the ground, other than that they are useless trash!"
This is also the thinking of most nobles in this era. They believe that these people at the bottom are livestock that can only be squeezed dry, and their only use is to work menially for their luxurious life.
"Damn it! We are not domestic animals. Uncle Yang said that workers are the most important people!"
Even Sayu couldn't tolerate being treated with such vicious words. She slowly pulled out her sword. She wanted to teach these people the lesson they deserved.
"Hahaha, this is simply the biggest joke I have ever heard. A lowly person dares to say that he is important. I will let you make up for the loss of my dinner tonight. Go and teach these lowly people a lesson. Beat them to death. It’s okay.”
Pulitzer looked at Sayu with a lewd expression, and the other guards also laughed, pulled out their weapons and rushed towards the group of villagers.
"boom--!"
There was a crisp gunshot, and a ball of flame exploded in the escort team. Many people were knocked away by the shock wave. Yang Zhijun slowly flew into the air from behind the villagers. His black robe looked particularly solemn under the firelight.
