Lord: Exiled by Stepmother, I'll Rule the World Anyway

This world is full of blood and despicability, and people who are too nice can easily die suddenly, especially as a noble, Field has no patience and kindness to communicate with the bastards in this world.

Let iron and blood speak for themselves! Being despicable is the hallmark of nobility.

Facts have proved that it is much easier for humans to attack the same kind than to deal with the rotting corpses, at least the same kind of people are not scary in appearance.

A human slave howled, rushed forward, held down the soldier who had lost his arm, dug into his neck with the sickle in his hand, yanked hard, and tore off his head. The soldier's frightened expression was still frozen. on the face.

"Well done, it's yours." Field curled his lips, took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to him, "I allow slaves to own their own property, and the more they work, the more they will get!"

The eyes of the slaves around were red. One silver coin was not a small amount. It could buy a hundred pieces of black bread and extend their lives for a hundred days! In an instant, they were aroused by money.

And because Ashina's giant wolf took the lead in the charge, the slaves were fearless and grabbed their weapons and charged forward together.

"What an easy massacre."

In front of the God's Chosen One, the small number of fully armored infantry was nothing but a joke. Soldiers wearing heavy armor were flattened by the wolf's claws, and blood flowed from the corpses that were flattened into "two dimensions" and gurgled into a river.

Ignoring the begging for mercy and quickly getting rid of the mutinous defenders, Field stood on tiptoes to avoid contaminating the broken limbs on the ground, and carefully entered the bunker.

"This is...the weapons arsenal!"

Field could no longer hide his surprise when he saw the fortress' arsenal.

What comes into view is a stack of armors like a hill, exuding the scent of tung oil after maintenance, neatly bundled, with standard halberds, steel knives and iron-clad shields placed on the shelves next to them, as well as crossbows. Hanging on the wall, the barreled feather arrows include various functions.

It can easily arm five hundred people to the teeth, and the armor armor rate can reach 100%.

It is impossible for a baron to maintain so much armaments. These are all shipped from all over the empire. Every year, the major lords need to allocate part of the supplies and gold coins to support the construction of the border and prevent the corruption of monsters and orcs. Invasion.

"Kashan Fortress, just as an outpost fortress, has so much supplies. I can't even imagine how rich the several giant fortresses behind it are."

"Are we getting rich?" Ashina took out a riding bow and couldn't put it down.

"I've made a small fortune, how can I get here now?" Field was actually very happy and waved his hand, "Why are you still standing there? Arm yourself first."

"Okay!" After hearing that they could be equipped with expensive armor, everyone immediately went up to untie the ropes and put a set of armor on their bodies. These slaves felt the power of the armor for the first time. It was heavy, but they felt full of security.

The only flaw is that the slaves are too thin and swaying after putting on the armor.

"Hey, you disgust me, Richard." Field rubbed his hands and called the first slave: "What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Shanmao." Shanmao looked very nervous.

In an era when knowledge was monopolized, people at the bottom generally had random names. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to be casual. If you mess with the noble master, the guillotine and horseshoe will not joke with you.

"I have a task for you. Let's practice it twice first." Field called Bobcat to him and spoke and gestured mysteriously.

Since he has already misappropriated Bull Baron's weapons and equipment, he doesn't mind going too far.

After letting Bobcat lead twenty people away, Field pondered the weapons and equipment in front of him.

"Take them all, you must take them all away, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable." Field took a few steps back and forth, "Ashina, ask Kaa to bring everyone over, send the equipment down the city wall, and come back after we pass the pass. Pick it up, they are already the equipment of the Night Leader."

not enough! Field couldn't be satisfied with weapons and equipment alone. Going to the Night Territory was a big gamble and he had to make a desperate move.

Kashan Fortress is supplied by nobles from all over the country, but the villages under its command will not pay any less taxes. There are six large villages in total, responsible for providing supplies to the fortress. Because the land is fertile, cattle, sheep, wheat and taxes are continuously supplied to the baron's castle every year.

A group of well-equipped soldiers, carrying the Bull Baron's family flag, passed through dead vines, weeds, and broken walls.

Niujiao Village is famous for its two towering sentry towers. In fact, they are only four meters high, and they still count as the top, but they are still the pride of the village. These two seemingly simple sentry towers, as long as they stand on the Orions, can rely on the outer wooden walls and militia to resist the attacks of bandits.

Just last night, they shot three wights, which they said had leaked in from outside the wall.

God, even monsters appeared in the fortress. This situation reminded the old people of the terrifying orcs.

Three or four villagers in linen clothes were sitting at the entrance of the village with dung forks and vegetable soup, discussing how many rounds the East Village widow could survive the green-skinned orcs, and they laughed wildly from time to time.

"They are your Excellency's soldiers!" The villagers recognized the flag, but did not know the purpose of the soldiers, and everyone was at a loss.

Soon, the slave guards led by Bobcat appeared in sight.

"Open the door quickly." Shanmao cursed, and the soldiers beside him slammed their halberds on the ground in coordination. The infantry armor made a clear clanking sound. Shanmao imitated the nobles and shouted arrogantly, "Do you want to Shall we stay outside and drink the northwest wind? Damn idiots."

The villagers reacted suddenly and hurriedly raised their butts to welcome everyone in.

"Sir, is it about the rotting corpse? Our village has resisted the attack of the rotting corpse. Thank you to the gods. Of course, we must also thank the Baron. We will offer our young daughter to ensure that the Baron is satisfied." The village chief's smile is as bright as a chrysanthemum. , took the initiative to greet him, but after seeing the lynx, he was obviously stunned for a moment, "Sir, I don't seem to have seen you before."

Shanmao was nervous, but thinking about Field's instructions, if you encounter a question that is difficult to answer, just curse.

"Fork your mother, you venomous bitch, where did you get all this nonsense!" Shanmao drew his knife directly, "I'm here to collect taxes, not to recognize my relatives, you know that! I don't care whether you have seen me or not!"

The village chief was sprayed with saliva all over his face, and was so frightened by Shanmao's sword that he almost rolled to the ground: "Sir, it's my fault."

"Agricultural tax, population tax, family tax, belief tax, land tax, exemption tax, breathing tax, and other things. You know, we bulls pay taxes all the time."

There are many types of taxes in the Middle Ages, and there is always one suitable for peasant babies.