In the summer of Molia, in the suburbs of the city, the Roman farmers were busy sweating in their fields. Although during this year, they not only had to send their sons, husbands and brothers to the battlefield with their own hands, but also had to pay heavy taxes to Mistrasse, these simple farmers had no complaints at all.

The reason for this is also very simple, not because they were liberated from the iron hoof of the Latin invaders, but because they finally owned a piece of land of their own. There was no Pronian nobles who came to take advantage of the robbery, nor did the military chiefs make arbitrarily use the peasant soldiers as cattle and horses. Even though the tax collectors went to the countryside to pay heavy taxes, but without layers of exploitation, the farmers were much more abundant than the surplus of their families in previous years. Therefore, the countryside of Molia was not disgusted with the new tax laws implemented by the new governor, but instead they were more motivated to work in the fields.

I saw many self-cultivated farmers mechanically repeating the movement of bent down to harvest crops in the fields, carefully harvesting the barley on their land and then putting them into the village to transport grain. The weather is the hottest time, especially the sun above the heads shining on people's heads, which is not annoying. The smell of wheat in the wind seems to be steamed completely, with only a burnt smell.

The farmers who had been working for a long time at noon were finally able to rest for a while, and the women in their village also brought bread and a small glass of wine to reward their pillars.

So under the bright sky, the men sat under the shade of the trees, enjoying a rare coolness, savoring the food at home, and chatting with each other.

"Hey, have you heard of it?"

"What's the matter?"

"Mistrass had a big incident yesterday!"

Whenever Mistras mentioned, the men who had just laughed loudly and scolded each other and closed their mouths, and stood up their ears and listened to the person who had just spoken to continue.

"Mistras, what happened there again?" Seeing that the men were so serious, the women on the side couldn't help but feel nervous.

After a glass of wine, the man pretended to be mysterious: "It was my brother who worked in the city who heard about it. Yesterday, all the nobles in the city had a good time. Several nobles were locked up, and Lord Salius ran away with anger and left with the army, almost fighting with the people in the city."

The man gestured and said, as if what happened that day was something he saw with his own eyes, and suddenly it infected the others present and couldn't help but feel nervous and worried.

"Mr. Salius has left, and the only one in charge of the city is the Barbarian of Valanji!" The sighing villagers muttered. In the past year, Salius, who was in charge of the garrison of Molia, won the favor of many civilians in the city, not to mention being a Molia, these villagers are more able to accept him than Neuski, a barbarian from the north.

"Isn't that true? I'm afraid we'll have a better life if we don't have a good time!" The person who spoke was quite pessimistic and shook his head and sighed.

At this time, the companions on the side disagreed and said, "What are you afraid of? Lord Justinian has beaten all the Latins away, so that we can share so much land for us to farm. How can we say that there is no good life!"

"I hope, but I heard that even the nobles in the city have not had any news about Lord Justinian for almost a year." When they said this, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. For this young military governor, the common people have always been worshipped like gods. Many of them had seen the Latin knights as a horse, leaving fear as much as humiliation in their hearts. But the appearance of Justinian reversed their original understanding and destroyed the two Latin countries of the Achaia State and the Principal of Athens with the power of more than a thousand people. It was so incredible. Now they thought that the new governor really vented a bitter anger for their Morians. This was also the reason why they were willing to hand over their soldiers to Justinian to expedition to Macedonia.

But after that, Justinian never appeared in their sight again, which made the people of the storm fear, not only worried about the safety of the young governor, but also worried about their own future.

Speaking of this, the chat that was already very enthusiastic suddenly became cold. The villagers felt bored when they looked at me and stared at you.

Just as the villagers were about to pack up and go to the field to work, a nervous horn sound came from the entrance of the village, which immediately made everyone's eyes look at the entrance of the village.

That is an alarm for enemy invasion!

Why are there any invaders?! The villagers' hearts suddenly tugged, and they couldn't believe their ears, but the sound of the horn that was about to burst the eardrums did not mean to stop.

I heard the shouts of fear coming here, and behind them were the village guards running around and fleeing desperately.

"It's the rebels! The rebels are here!"

As soon as the guard who was disguised his armor finished speaking, with a "swoosh", a sharp bow and arrow cut through the sky and shot directly on the back of his head. The guard who died on the spot fell to the ground with a "thump", and the white brain mass poured out with blood, which scared everyone present.

The screaming god cried, and the men who were also unparalleled in the six senses could only endure their fear and urged the old, young, women and children to escape to the other side of the village entrance.

But in a flash, the fierce rebels had already come in from the entrance of the village.

It was the pattern of the northern nobles. Some people recognized the banner of rebels. Some Morian nobles in the north have always been slanderous about Justinian's move to collect land. Especially during the period when Justinian was away, they were even more aggressive in friction. However, no one expected that they would plunder the village so much this time. This was definitely a naked rebellion!

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"Kill everything here, and don't leave a single living mouth! Let them continue to tremble in hell." On the saddle, a man laughed fiercely.

As the villagers thought, the northern nobles launched a rebellion this time, and the confidence to do so was not only the support of the Latin nobles, but also the news of the exile of Salius. Without such a big threat, the rebels immediately rushed over. The first step was to burn down all the villages around Mistras, so that Mistras completely lost supplies and fell into an isolated siege.
Chapter completed!