That’s Hilarious

Time comes to March.

The snow in the sky began to stop, the light rain was falling, and the snow on the ground began to slowly fade away. The grass began to sprout, the ground began to thaw, the temperature began to rise, and the branches and the grass were covered with dew. It was spring.

When spring comes, there is always an inexplicable sprouting, hoping for some unexpected stories to happen. As if in this way, we can feel that a new door has been opened and a journey into the soul. Although this is absurd, it is a real longing and an expectation for spring.

Roland plans to do spring ploughing, although he didn't have the chance before. He began to greet the soldiers, took the logging axe, and began to cut down the forest, preparing to plant wheat on the edge of the forest to supply the army and the people who would grow larger and larger in the future.

Forget about last winter saying that as soon as spring begins, we will explore the east of Evernight Forest. As a descendant of "farmer", the idea of ​​being able to grow food has been deeply imprinted in his blood.

Don't think that imperial soldiers can't farm, although professional soldiers are not very proficient, after all, they have been instilled in combat thinking for several years. But as farmers who have just become new recruits to the empire, they are obviously proficient in this way, seeing them skillfully use agricultural tools and turn over a piece of land.

Just as they were in full swing, a passing army found them.

"Who are they? Why, they cultivated on my land." The noble clenched the sword in his hand and looked like he would attack at any time. He was very angry.

If it weren't for the large number of them, maybe he would have been riding a war horse, brandishing a war sword, and ruthlessly giving those mud legs a lesson that he will never forget. It is a pity that he is not as tough as he has shown, and he can only question the soldiers under him here.

"My lord, this place doesn't belong to you, this place belongs to Viscount Whitney. It was you at that time, and I replaced it with the surrounding of Evernight Forest, a village in the hands of Viscount Whitney."

The sergeant answered this question honestly, but he was smart enough not to mention it. It was under the threat of trolls that the baron gave up here, and through the method of crying, making trouble, and hanging himself, he got from his monarch. In exchange for a pretty good village.

However, even if he answered this question so carefully, while taking care of Baron Powell's face. Still getting a whip, he felt humiliated and wanted to defect to other lords, but found that he had nowhere to go.

He faithfully carried out every order of Baron Powell, no matter whether it was reasonable or not, so that the hatred for himself was flooded in the territory, and the poor peasants did not dare to blame the lord, but could only blame him. on the sergeant.

In the past, because of the knight promised by the baron, he did all kinds of evil. He should have seen his face clearly, but this baron's subordinates don't even have a knight.

"Stupid idiot, this is my land, this is bordering my territory, then, this is mine."

Baron Powell, as if seeing gold, this place has not been cultivated for a long time, the land is fertile, and it borders on himself. He obviously intends to swallow it up.

As for the trolls? Didn't you see those mud legs are plowing the fields there? The troll, it is estimated that he has left here.

I have to say, stupid people have stupid blessings. Sometimes, it is true and true. This greedy Baron Powell is the only one in the entire Viscount Whitney territory who really guessed that the troll had left. First person.

Obviously, no one knows this, and he doesn't care much about it himself, he only sees the immediate benefits.

"Soldiers, come with me."

After Baron Powell finished speaking, he walked straight away.

The soldiers are you looking at me, I am looking at you, obviously, they are still hesitating.

After all, Baron Powell is an aristocrat, and others will not treat him well. As for them, the beatings may be light, and it is more likely that they will lose their lives.

However, Baron Powell didn't think so much. After walking a distance, he raised his whip and was about to whip someone, but found that there was no one around.

Although he was accustomed to his subordinate's crotch pulling for a long time, he couldn't do it today. He rode back and slapped the sergeant a few times. And strictly order them to keep up, or prepare the whole family to be hanged on the gallows.

Roland, who had discovered them a long time ago, had been watching them. Their actions made him very strange, and he didn't know what they were doing.

Soon, the baron brought the soldiers to Roland and the others.

He looked condescendingly around these mud legs, and said in a strange and self-noble tone: "Who is this, here, in charge. Stand up and speak, otherwise, my horsewhip will be pulled in, You, these mud legs, are on your body."

Facing the direct gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, the baron did not forget to wave his horsewhip like a demonstration, making a few bangs.

As for the soldiers under his command, because of these explosions, his legs trembled slightly, and even one person dropped his weapon on the ground.

Roland was full of question marks at this time, he glanced at the nobleman, and the soldier who was picking up weapons next to him, and said, "We are the dawn mercenary group, I am the head of the group, Roland, and this is a gift from Viscount Whitney. our land."

Hearing this, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there would be no conflict at all.

But in the eyes of this Baron Powell, what kind of mercenary group is nothing more than a group of mercenaries composed of mud legs. If they fight, they will fight. How can he fail. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

After thinking about it, he lashed out with a whip.

Roland grabbed the whip in one hand, his face was very ugly, he gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't asked for advice yet, your title and name."

When the surrounding soldiers saw this, they dropped the axe in their hands, took out the swords from their waists, and surrounded them.

The baron whipped his whip vigorously, and found that he was motionless. Facing the surrounding soldiers, he frowned.

"Why, you scumbags, are you trying to rebel?"

Faced with such an arrogant attitude, Roland didn't have much patience, and immediately pulled the nobleman off with force. At the same time, he asked the same question again.

The baron, then began to face the problem, "I am Baron Powell, the legitimate lord of this territory."

Before Roland could speak, he heard Andal exaggeratedly say next to him: "I said, brother, are you scared to pee? Your crotch is wet." After speaking, he laughed.

Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers also began to laugh.

Looking at Baron Powell, who turned cloudy in an instant, Roland smiled politely, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be mocking.

"I'm so sorry for scaring your soldier, Baron Powell, I apologize for that."

"However, there is no doubt that this land was given to us by Viscount Whitney. Viscount Whitney will not make a mistake on this basic matter!"

"I can even show you the permit document."

In the face of Roland's words with a gun and a stick, Baron Powell believed his words, but he didn't plan to just let it go today.

Because giving up wealth is a great insult to him.