In fact, this time, it was the knights who came to clean up.

That was the case in the Middle Ages.

The knights raided, killed, and robbed other forces on the border.

This behavior forced the emergence of castles, which were built on mountains and separated from civilian residences.

The advantage of this is that the civilians will bear the losses of being swept away, and if they grab enough knights, they will naturally not chew the bones.

They are much smarter than Orientals.

The Orientals included all the wealthy residents in the city.

The result is that when thieves and nomads come, they must break up the city in order to grab the most money.

This resulted in both the nobles and the common people being destroyed.

In terms of smartness, they are still smart.

This is also because the East often has a period of peace that lasts for two hundred years. The purpose of most cities is to prevent theft, not to resist the invasion of the army.

But they fought once every few years or more than ten years. This frequency forced them to separate.

Only a few royal capitals can protect all citizens.

Xiao Huan and the two began to organize the villagers, explain the situation to them, and encourage them to unite to resist this unfair tax.

The villagers began to gather, their eyes full of doubts and uneasiness, but also a glimmer of hope.

"That's a knight, not a bandit."

"Yes, after we defeat them, bigger people will come." Some knowledgeable old people sighed.

They feel scared and helpless.

In contrast, they still have courage to fight against the bandits.

Bandits have no backup.

And behind the knight is the king. Everyone knows this, at least he is a lord with a title.

The words of Zhao Han and Xiao Huanxin were like fire, igniting the flame in their hearts.

"We can't just give up. Our homes and our lives are all in our own hands." Zhao Han's voice echoed in the crowd, and her words inspired everyone.

"Do you want the children to starve to death?"

"The terrain here is very good and we can resist the attacks of many knights."

"They come all the way, so they don't have much strength."

"And if we defeat them this time, we can build up our own defense."

Xiao Huan was there to help, and her wisdom and strategy gave the villagers hope.

The villagers decided to take action.

The main reason is that they are used to the current life and don't want a lord on their head.

That meant endless taxation, conscription, and plunder.

In order to escape from the nobles, they hid in this small piece of flat land in the mountains.

The two began to make plans, prepare supplies, and prepare for the upcoming challenges.

As night fell, the villagers gathered in the village square. They sat around the campfire and discussed countermeasures.

Zhao Han and Xiao Huan stood in the center of the crowd, their figures looking particularly tall in the firelight.

"Tomorrow, we will face that knight together, and we will tell him that we will not succumb to injustice!" Zhao Han's voice echoed in the night sky, and her words were like war drums, inspiring everyone's heart.

Xiao Huan listened quietly, her eyes shining with wisdom.

She knows that this fight will not be easy, but she also knows that as long as they work together, nothing is impossible.

It was late at night, the villagers gradually dispersed, and Zhao Han and Xiao Huan also returned to their hut.

They were lying on the bed, looking at the starry sky outside the window, their hearts filled with expectations for the future and desire for freedom.

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Early the next morning.

The early morning sun shines through the mist on the fields of the village, and the golden radiance coats the land with a warm coat.

However, a layer of gloom enveloped the villagers' hearts.

Zhao Han and Xiao Huan stood at the entrance of the village, staring at the approaching team of knights in the distance, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation.

The knight lord led eighty soldiers, with the cavalry in front, the infantry following, and finally the militiamen recruited temporarily.

Their tattered armor also shone with a cold light in the sunlight, and it seemed that it had been temporarily polished.

The hoofbeats of several horses were as deafening as thunder, as if foreshadowing the coming conflict.

Most people don't know the fear of a tall horse unless they fight with horses themselves.

Just like when a person sees a car approaching, his first choice is to avoid it subconsciously.

Not to mention fighting with a spear, you have to train for more than half a month to have that kind of morale.

Otherwise, if you see the horses coming, you will be frightened and dodge, and then be hacked to death by the cavalry's sword.

In contrast, there were only forty villagers, and all of them looked nervous.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xiao Huan was still worried that he would not be able to defeat him and was afraid of being embarrassed, so he quietly added some morale BUFF to everyone.

So although many villagers were holding sticks and forks, their eyes shone with determination.

"We must unite and not let them succeed easily." Zhao Han turned around and faced the villagers, his voice was very powerful.

A surge of courage arose in everyone's hearts.

Although they all know that this battle will be difficult, they must not let their families lose hope.

Xiao Huan stood aside and scanned every face.

She is very excited.

Because this is a real battle.

Although the villagers are outnumbered by the enemy, they have a love for their homeland and a desire for freedom.

"Remember, we are not fighting for ourselves, but for the children of the entire village!"

"Whether you can eat tomorrow depends on today's battle!"

Xiaohuan's voice is like the morning bell, awakening everyone's fighting spirit.

As the knights' team gradually approached, the villagers began to prepare nervously.

Zhao Han and Xiao Huan quickly organized everyone, divided them into several groups, and stood in a line of defense.

They armed themselves with wooden sticks, farm tools and simple weapons. Although the equipment was simple, everyone had an unyielding fighting spirit burning in their hearts.

"Come on, get ready to greet them!" Zhao Han shouted loudly, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand and praying secretly in his heart.

The Lord Knight was riding on a tall war horse, looking down at the group of villagers, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"You countrymen, how dare you resist my order? How ridiculous!" His voice was very country, like thunder in the sky, shaking everyone's heart.

"We are not country people, we are the guardians of this village!" Xiao Huan responded, although her voice was weak, it was full of determination.

The knight's face changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect these villagers to be so brave.

He thought he would just scare these people to the ground, kneel down and beg for mercy.

Now it seems that a few conscripted militiamen must die.

He also wants to provide a little pension, hoping that there will be enough food, women and children in the village, and after selling them, he can make up for his losses during this expedition.

He waved his hand, and his three subordinate cavalrymen began to charge forward.

The sound of the horse's hooves was as shocking as thunder, charging straight at him with ruthless momentum.

In the eyes of the villagers, that's it.
Chapter completed!