Men have a new title: liberators.
At first, it was just Cassel, a former little nobleman, who called him this, quite jokingly. And unknowingly, this name spread in the army. The people who followed him all the way respected him from the bottom of their hearts. No one was more suitable for this title than him.
These people would not call him that to his face, but when these people faced other people, "Liberator" was a title they would never skip.
Aylanbi's territory was quickly built up, and a year later, the man chose to expand the territory in order to free more slaves.
The army has been expanded to 150 men. Under the supervision of men, training has never slackened. These people, full of fighting spirit, are united under the leadership of men and the banner of the Lord.
With such an army that was full of fighting spirit and weapons, they easily captured the other two baronies one after another.
One advantage of being located in a borderland is that it is difficult or even impossible for the news of the territory to change hands to spread. In addition, every time this group of people go, in addition to distributing food, they cut off everyone's shackles. Therefore, they Well supported by people.
As they expanded, countless people converted to the Lord of salvation, the vast majority of whom were oppressed slaves.
As for the individual slaves who had fallen from the upper classes, in the few battles in which these resisted most vigorously, the men handed them over to the judgment of the emancipated people.
Most of them were sentenced to death or exiled to the desert.
With the expansion of the territory, the name "Alan Bien" gradually referred not only to a certain barony, but to all the territories under the jurisdiction of the liberator.
At Cassell's suggestion, the three baronies were collectively called the city-state of Aylandine.
With the establishment of city-states, new written laws must also be implemented in every inch of land in the city-states.
The man drew his knowledge from the entries in old Figg's diary, in those records about the Republic of Jacob.
The city-state conference was established under the auspices of Men and Kassel. Each village had an equal number of participants, and most of the participating representatives were local elected sages.
The assembly reviewed various laws that were implemented in various places, and voted as a whole using ears of wheat and pottery shards.
One of the most important conferences was about the formal abolition of the old laws.
Although the new written laws have been widely implemented in various places, the old laws are still in effect among the citizens of the city-state.
And there is no shortage of local sages who advocate the preservation of the old laws and the simultaneous implementation of new laws and old laws.
"Citizens, we are all people who have just cut off our shackles. Not long ago we were working in the fields. If all the old laws are abolished at once, what chaos will it bring to us."
Myron now represents those rural sages, standing in front of everyone and advocating the Tao.
Meron, who supported the preservation of the old laws, was one of the first to follow the uprising.
In this situation, Cassel stood up.
Cassel gave a speech, using moving words to discuss the unreasonableness of the old laws. At the same time, he vividly described the sufferings he had experienced in the past and the oppression he had witnessed.
The crowd erupted into bursts of applause until someone rang the gong, signaling the end of Cassell's speech.
Finally, the man came out and everyone looked at the liberator.
With just one sentence, he won everyone's support.
"I just know, no, everyone knows,"
The man paused for a moment, his fingers trembling with excitement,
“Our consciences override the old oppressive laws!”
As a statue of the hero Mariel was pushed out, people smashed it to pieces in a very ceremonial manner in the name of the Lord.
The old law has since been completely abolished.
The new written law was endorsed by numerous tablets of assent.
With the conclusion of the city-state assembly, every liberated slave has a new title: citizen.
Everything is moving towards a brighter future.
As a result, Cassel later wrote this in a long poem:
【This is done by the will of the Lord, and more importantly, by the inspiration of conscience.
The city where hope begins, thus bringing faith and hope into people's hearts.
Since then,
This suffering nation,
All wandering Shanbu people,
Where did they bring the new law?
That is their hometown. 】
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The construction of the city-state of Aylan Biyin took three full years. The man watched the city-state army grow from a team of only five people at the beginning to 562 people, including craftsmen, doctors, priests, etc. who were accompanying the army.
Even the dullest noble will sooner or later notice the rise of a new force in a nearby place.
In fact, the nobles in the border areas initially thought that the barony was annexed by some relative. However, when they checked the genealogy, they were shocked to find that the person who led the entire city-state was not in any genealogy, or even The name, they only knew, was that the man was called the Liberator.
The nobles began to panic, especially the small nobles such as barons, who initially planned to surrender to the city-state.
The city-state of Aylan Biyin accepted the surrender of the small nobles as quickly as possible, and at the same time, gave these small nobles a new status as quickly as possible: citizens.
"They have only two choices: accept citizenship or die with the title. There is no middle ground." The man said at the city-state meeting.
The baronies that surrendered at the beginning were annexed one by one. The originally wavering nobles fully understood the city-state's intentions. These people united and formed a slave army of thousands of people.
Correspondingly, they called men "conspirators", and at the joint meeting of nobles they organized, they completely legally rejected the title "liberator".
The frontal war broke out in the second half of the year.
The city-state army of more than five hundred people, all wearing breastplates and helmets made of copper and iron, lined up neatly.
This army was united and marched forward with shields raised to withstand the bows, arrows and stones thrown by the slave soldiers.
A man stands among the troops, fully armed and seated on a horse, with Cassel beside him holding a flag.
The mantle in the sky above his head was dim, and the man was high-spirited and drew his sword.
Keck, Colvin, Myron, Cassell, Abdul, the original ones are still standing firmly by their side today.
When the infantry advanced to charging distance, the man clapped his horse forward and raised his sword high.
"Charge! Charge to the old law, charge to the old statue, charge to the old king!"
"To the old faith!"
Up and down the desert plains, the army broke out with a roar of charge. First, the infantry fought forward. The slave army only resisted briefly and then collapsed under the high spirit of fighting.
Then, teams of cavalry sprinted to a certain distance and charged towards the enemy troops who were resolutely resisting. They were private soldiers composed of high-quality slaves under the personal command of the nobles.
The cavalry wielded scimitars or lances at the noble soldiers who were attracted by the infantry or rushed into chaos by the fleeing slave army. They brandished butcher knives, tearing apart and beheading the slave soldiers one after another.
This is a one-sided crushing. Once these people who have not lost all hope will burst out with unrivaled momentum once they are liberated from their shackles.
It was not until all the nobles were captured that the man discovered that the entire battle only lasted less than an hour from beginning to end.
Standing among the soldiers cheering for victory, the man dismounted and walked into the crowd.
"Long live the Liberator! Long live the Consul!"
"Long live Aylan Biyin!"
"Glory to my Lord!"
The men listened to their cheers, immersed in them.
"Lord, do you see that?"
The consul knew that there was a wider land waiting for them to liberate, waiting for victory after victory.
At this time, no one would have thought that the man would experience a big defeat soon.
For this reason, he was forced to flee into the desert and wander for ninety days.
It would be an extremely cruel ordeal. He thought he was indestructible, but he almost lost all his fighting spirit there.
However, when he walked out.
All those who have not lost hope will soon escape from the Egypt that oppresses them.
