savior epic

Chapter 101
The failure of the uprising was predictable.

When the man and Cassel encouraged the serfs, only a third of them were willing to follow. When they killed or captured all the viscounts, the remaining serfs hurriedly raised their pitchforks to join them.And he is very slack and uneasy about the command or order of men.

Under such circumstances, the failure of the uprising is almost inevitable.

In fact, on the third day, when the viscount came to the farm on tall horses with more than 50 guards, half of the serfs guarding outside the manor surrendered first.When the man received the news, he knew that the uprising was over.

This untimely rebellion undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the man's enthusiasm. Fortunately, he was already used to hardships. Before the guards came to the mansion, he organized the remaining serfs to follow him, so they followed him and stood up to him. around.

In the end, only five people were willing to follow, including Kassel. The original uprising of more than 70 serfs ended in such a muddled way.

God sees all this.

These six people escaped from the manor at night. They took three horses with them, because only three people could ride horses. These people went through the forest and lost one of them on the way. When they fled to a village outside the viscount's territory, only There are five people left.

"The uprising is over, farmer." A strong serf, who was leading a horse on the ground, said to the man.

"Yes, Keke, it's over." The man accepted this fact with difficulty.

The man looked around the village in front of him, and the people who were still following him, Keke, Kassel, Kervin, and Myron.

He was in pain, and after years of hard work, only a few people followed him up to now.

And he still doesn't know what the future holds?Is it still as ill-fated as it is today, and will these people follow to the end.

The man had never been so disturbed since old Figg was laid to rest, and for the first time in his life he had suffered a major defeat.

It was very late, and they dared not knock on anyone's door and go in to stay, because almost everyone in this kind of village was a slave, and only one or two people with noble status lived here. Those slaves were out of fear, loyal dedicated.

Tonight's experience is already shocking enough. If a slave finds out and goes to the nobles to report, they must die.

Fortunately, these five people are very familiar with the farmland. They found the straw pile in the dark, and slept on it in the way of serfs. Kassel was not used to it, but he fell asleep early due to sleepiness and exhaustion. .

The man didn't sleep, took out the candlestick, and took these most important things with him when he fled.

The bee candle was placed on the candlestick. Due to the hasty escape, a large part of the bee candle was broken immediately, and it was lit with a scythe. The man closed his calloused palms.

In the dark ridges, a lonely wind blows, the man's heart is pounding, as if the remnant heat of the uprising is not exhausted, he has already tasted enough suffering to destroy a person, how can he let his faith be easily wiped out.

He prayed to the Lord of salvation for guidance.

"Oh God,
Why, why are they so afraid to resist when they are clearly oppressed and they know they are oppressed?Lacking even the courage to stand by my side? "

The man begged, he knew that the uprising was not a whim, let alone a whim of a certain day. This is also the summary of old Figg in his diary. However, he clearly united them with good deeds and comforted them with faith, but he ended up like this Embarrassing result.

In the burning candle, the man felt again, the Lord of "I am, I am" stood quietly beside him.

God knows everything the man has done in the past few years.

"You just have to remember,

There will always be a handful of people who have not lost their hope.

Therefore,
Hope comes before faith. "

After God finished speaking in this way, the candle was naturally extinguished.

The man stood up suddenly, his words echoed in his mind, beating his heart heavily.

He looked around at the sleepy slaves lying in the straw. Their faces were devastated by suffering, and they couldn't calm down even when they slept.

The man felt something in his head, on his left chest, that hungry beast that desperately needed him to feed, to use his thoughts.

He paced under the night, unable to calm down for a long time.

The man paced for a long time, lingering on the dark wheat field, sometimes thinking about the suddenly born point of view, sometimes debating with himself, as usual.

Until night falls and day rises.

Men have understood.

The well-fed beast growled at everything beyond its chest.

The vast majority of people are numb to suffering and don't know what hope is.

"Wake up." The man's lips and tongue were trembling, "Wake up those who have not lost hope!"

Failure often leads to more insight.

When the rooster just crowed, the man woke up several of his companions and, as usual, simply preached to them about the Lord who saved him.

The four were surprised to find that the man came out of the cloud of failure in a short period of time.

"Farmer," Cassell called him now, "you have spirit."

"Yes, more than the mare that plowed the stallion for two days and two nights," said Colvin.

Facing the amazed and amazed eyes of his companions who surrounded him, the man just laughed and said, "Go, we are preparing for the next uprising."

Keke stood up, the tall man shaking the straw off his body, scratching the lice roughly, leading the horse, and walking towards the man.

Kassel, carrying a long sword used by nobles on his back, which was left to him by his father, his immature eyes at the beginning gradually became resolute, and he stood beside the man.

Colvin had already got on the horse. He was a cavalryman in his previous life and had practiced riding skills well. The mare walked over and, driven by Colvin's rein, bowed the horse's head to the man affectionately.

Myron, who spoke well for the man in front of the lord many years ago, had a quick mind and asked the man directly where he should go to revolt.

These years have not been for nothing.

Someone has already stood beside him, unwavering in his resolve.

The man raised his head, looked long, and looked towards the city where he lived as a child, the milky white giant tower, which was moving step by step towards the mantle that covered the sky. The man could have a premonition that the giant worm was about to break out of the ground again. Destroying that tower, devouring the beautiful ideals that oppressed the Shanbu people, the repeated suffering this week has numb everyone.

That tower will be destroyed again.

Another group of people will be sacrificed.

"We have a mission." The man said to the four people surrounding him, his tone was very calm and unquestionable,
"Not only the will of the Lord, but also from one's own conscience,
To awaken those whose hope has not yet died, and unite them in our faith.

We shall suffer and be devastated,

Until all the shackles are cut off.

Until the liberation of the entire nation from oppression! "

　Two chapters in a row

　　
　
(End of this chapter)