The failure of the uprising was foreseeable.
When the men and Cassel encouraged the serfs, only one-third of them were willing to follow. When they either killed or captured all the viscount's men, the remaining serfs hurriedly raised their pitchforks to join them. And he is very lazy and restless in directing or ordering from men.
Under such circumstances, the failure of the uprising is almost inevitable.
In fact, on the third day, when the viscount came to the farm with more than fifty guards on a tall horse, half of the serfs guarding outside the manor surrendered first. When the man received the news, he knew that the uprising was over.
This premature uprising undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the man's enthusiasm. Fortunately, he was already accustomed to suffering. Before the guards arrived at the mansion, he organized the remaining serfs who were willing to follow him to follow him and stand on his side. around.
In the end, only five people were willing to follow, including Kassel. The uprising of more than seventy serfs ended in a muddle.
God sees it all.
The six people escaped from the manor at night. They took three horses with them, because only three of them could ride horses. These people traveled through the forest and lost one person on the way. When they escaped to a village outside the viscounty, they only lost one of them. There are five people left.
"The uprising is over, farmer." A strong serf, holding his horse on the ground, said to the man.
"Yes, Keck, it's over." The man accepted this fact with difficulty.
The man looked around at the village in front of him and the people who were still following him, Keck, Cassel, Colvin, and Myron.
He was in pain. After years of hard work, only a few people have followed him until now.
And he still doesn’t know what the future will be like? Is the fate still as ill-fated as it is today, and whether these people will follow him to the end.
The man had never felt so uneasy since old Figg was laid to rest, and for the first time he experienced a great defeat in his life.
It was already very late, and they did not dare to knock on anyone's door and go in to stay, because in a village like this, almost everyone was a slave, and only one or two nobles lived here. Those slaves were loyal out of fear. dedicated.
Tonight's experience was frightening enough. If a slave found out and reported it to the nobles, they would die.
Fortunately, these five people were very familiar with farmland. They found a pile of wheat straw in the dark and slept on it in the same way as serfs. Cassel was not used to it, but he fell asleep early due to sleepiness and exhaustion. .
The man took out the candlestick without anyone, taking these most important things with him when he fled.
The bee candle was placed on the candlestick. Due to the hasty escape, a large section of the bee candle was broken on the horse. He lit it with a fire sickle and the man closed his calloused palms.
In the dark ridges of the fields, a lonely wind blew, and the man's heart was beating loudly, as if the residual heat of the uprising was not yet exhausted. He had already experienced enough suffering to destroy a person, so how could he let his faith be easily wiped out.
He prayed for guidance from the Lord of salvation.
"Oh God,
Why, why are they so afraid of resisting despite being oppressed and knowing that they are being oppressed? Lack the courage to even stand by my side? "
The man asked. He knew that the uprising was not a call for help, nor was it a whim one day. This was also what Old Feige concluded in his diary. However, he had clearly united them with his good deeds and comforted them with his faith, but he ended up like this. Embarrassing result.
In the burning candlelight, the man once again felt that the Lord, "I am, I am", was standing quietly beside him.
God knows everything the man has done in the past few years.
"You just have to remember,
There are always only a few who have not lost hope.
so,
Hope comes first, faith comes last. "
After God said this, the candle naturally went out.
The man stood up suddenly, His words echoed in his mind, hitting his heart hard.
He looked around at the sleepy slaves lying in the wheat straw. Their tortured faces could not calm down even when they slept.
The man felt something in his head, a hungry beast on his left chest that desperately needed his feeding and thoughts.
He paced under the dark night, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.
The man walked for a long time, lingering on the dark wheat field, sometimes thinking about the sudden ideas, sometimes debating with himself, as usual.
Until the night fades and the day emerges.
Men have understood.
The well-fed beast roared at everything outside its chest.
The vast majority of people are numb to suffering and no longer know what hope is.
"Wake up..." The man's lips and tongue were trembling, "Wake up those who have not lost hope!"
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Failure often allows people to learn more.
When the rooster had just crowed, the man woke up several of his companions and gave them a brief sermon about the Lord of salvation as usual.
The four people were surprised to find that the man had emerged from the cloud of failure in a short period of time.
"Farmer," Cassel called him now, "you are so spirited."
"Yes, better than the mare who plowed the stallion for two days and two nights," Colvin said.
Facing the surprised and surprised looks of his companions who surrounded him, the man just laughed and said, "Let's go, let's prepare for the next uprising."
Keck stood up. The tall man shook off the straw from his body, roughly grabbed the lice, went to lead the horse, and walked towards the man.
Cassel, he was carrying a long sword used by nobles, which was left to him by his father. His childish eyes at first gradually became firm, and he stood next to the man.
Colvin had already climbed onto the horse. He was a cavalryman in his previous life and had good riding skills. The mare paced, came over, and, driven by Colvin's reins, tilted its head towards the man affectionately.
Myron, who spoke well for the man in front of the lord many years ago, was quick-thinking and asked the man directly where he should go to revolt.
These years have not been without success.
There are already people standing beside me, unwavering in their resolve.
The man raised his head, his eyes widened, and looked towards the city where he lived as a child, the milky white tower. It walked step by step towards the mantle that covered the sky. The man could have a premonition that the giant worm beast was about to break out of the ground again. Destroying that tower and devouring the beautiful ideal that oppressed the Shanbu people, this cycle of suffering has numbed everyone.
That tower will be destroyed again.
Another group of people will be sacrificed.
"We have a mission." The man said to the four people surrounding him, his tone was particularly calm and unquestionable.
“Not only is it the Lord’s will, but it also comes from one’s own conscience.
Awakening those who have not lost hope and uniting them in our faith.
We will go through trials and tribulations,
Until all the shackles are cut off.
Until the entire nation is liberated from oppression! "
