I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 120 Fall
Rob looked at the church bell tower blankly, he didn't quite understand what it meant.

Until, with a burst of hurried footsteps, several Duoluo Town militiamen riding short mountain horses came running from the panicked canyon in the distance.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

Enemy attack?

What enemy attack!?

Rob was a little confused at first, but when he came to his senses, there was chaos all around him. The herdsmen were leading their cattle and horses, running towards a place they thought was safe.

The old herdsman hugged his grandson tightly. The old cow that had been following closely behind him was very human at this moment. She seemed to know that the situation was urgent. She rushed to Rob with her hooves and used the broken horn on her forehead to knock a path.

The tax officer who had been so arrogant and announced the new taxes to the herdsmen also fled in panic with a team of tax soldiers and ran in front of Rob.

Because there were herdsmen and cows blocking the way, the tax soldiers who were loyally helping the tax officials run out raised their swords and ruthlessly slashed at the former, causing even greater chaos.

The herdsmen who were chopped would scream and dodge, lie down and wait to die, and dare not resist the tax soldiers who represented the authority of the master, but the animals they led would not have such awareness.

No matter how docile the cows that have been chopped off are, they will run wildly under the instinct of survival. The herds of cows running around and charging around will undoubtedly cause greater chaos.

Seeing this, Rob pulled Heidi hard and carried his grandson back. Under the protection of the old cow, they returned to the edge of the oak podium and stood there motionless.

This was the only solution the old herdsman could come up with, and it indeed saved the lives of the two men and the cow. The panicked herdsmen and the running cattle did not run towards the oak pulpit. They all fled desperately with the tax collector and the priestess.

Among those who fled were local blacksmiths, carpenters, and leather workers who served the herdsmen.

When more than half of the people and animals around had run away, the square was empty.

Rob hurriedly led the cow and ran towards the mountains outside the town amid the wailing of the herdsman who was lying in the square, his legs trampled and broken but still breathing.

Just as he walked out of the unwalled town of Dora, Rob saw the tax collector turning around and running back, with several tax soldiers following behind him.

With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the triangular arrowhead flew over first, piercing the sable cloak on the back of the tax collector, and the greedy guy suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

The tax soldiers following the tax collector scrambled to escape from the side, but no one wanted to help their master.

However, these tax soldiers could not escape far. Amidst a crackling sound coming from the distance, they almost all fell into the arms of the Mother Earth.

Topher in Rob's arms tightly grasped Rob's collar and buried his head in his grandfather's arms. Even though he was young, he knew that the current situation was very dangerous.

Heidi was even more frightened by the gunshots, and ran in the opposite direction, dragging her old master who was holding the cow rope in his hand, to a safe place.

Because of the gunshots, Rob saw about twenty people wearing steel armor and green military uniforms running down the hill of Ranch Mountain more than a hundred meters away.

That was the direction Rob had originally intended to escape, and it was also where the alpine pastures where the cattle herders used to rely on for their livelihood were located...a branch of the Kashro Mountains, the Doro Mountains.

So, Rob also saw that the cattle herders who were originally running towards home were now running back with their heads in their hands.

Rob also saw those men in steel armor shouting something to the cattle herders, but the latter had no time to stop and listen, as their lives had to be saved.

"For the Republic, for Mother Earth!"

A desperate war cry rang out from the windmill on the edge of the town. The fleeing old herdsman subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw the militia captain Gaston and more than 30 militiamen under his command who liked to take advantage of the herdsmen all day long.

They used the windmill as their stronghold. Militiamen wearing chain mail and armed with spears lined up in front of the mill, while militiamen armed with crossbows leaned out of the windows on the top of the mill. Seeing this, the enemies who had killed the tax collectors and tax soldiers did not move forward. They stopped where they were, and then more soldiers equipped with flintlock rifles and wearing armor came out from behind them, some of them holding two flags.

One side has a golden double-headed eagle on a black background, and the other side has a black tiger on a white background. The old herdsmen have never seen these two flags.

At this time, Rob no longer had the leisure to continue observing, because Heidi, who was dragging him, stopped, causing the old shepherd who failed to stop in time to bump into the cow's butt.

When he turned back, the expression on his face froze.

Because in front, several people who were also wearing green military uniforms and holding crossbows in their hands walked out of the coniferous forest and waved at Rob.

In front of them, there was a little girl riding a big white pig, wearing a white helmet and a black military uniform. Such a strange and dangerous combination made Rob stunned. He didn't dare to move forward or retreat.

It’s over.

Rob thought sadly that all he could do was to throw away the rope in his hand so that he would not drag down Heidi and give the latter a chance to escape... He and his grandson might have a chance to survive, but the old cow would definitely be slaughtered if it fell into the hands of the soldiers.

Heidi also understood what the old master meant. After the cow rope fell to the ground, she turned her head back, a tear mark appeared in her big amber eyes, and then she turned her head and raised her hooves to rush to the nearest bushes to escape.

Unexpectedly, after the big white pig being ridden made a low and powerful roar at the old cow, Heidi calmed down. She was no longer frightened, nor did she try to escape. Instead, she responded with a long and rhythmic moo.

The old shepherd, who was able to sense Heidi's emotions, also realized something in this situation.

"Hey, old man, don't be afraid. We are not here to kill you. We are here to liberate you."

Soldiers in green uniforms but without armor walked over. The crossbows in their hands were always pointed at the ground, not at the old herdsman. The leader of the soldiers was even gently comforting Rob.

As expected, in the subsequent encounters, these people did not harm the old herdsman and the child. They did not even attack the herdsmen who followed behind. Instead, they shouted loudly, asking them not to run away.

Some herdsmen obeyed the order and stopped, while some, either out of fear or distrust, turned around and found a new direction to continue running. However, the soldiers did not shoot arrows until they ran into the mountains.

"What's the point of running?"

A soldier said this, and Rob, who had already realized what was happening, agreed with this statement.

Yes, what's the use of running? After the fall of Duoluo Town, these soldiers could easily follow the path to find the public pasture above the tree line on the mountain, and all the cattle herders would not be able to escape.

Judging from the posture of these soldiers, they are not defeated soldiers or bandits, but sent by another master to occupy the town of Duoluo.

Now that the cattle herders have run away, won’t these soldiers have to pay taxes to them when their masters collect taxes later?
With this idea in mind, when the soldiers walked towards the town of Duolo, Rob also followed behind, leading the cows, holding the child, and a few cowherds he knew.

It was at this time that the green-clad soldiers surrounding the town of Dora launched an attack. There were more than 50 of them, lined up in neat double rows, advancing towards the town's windmill, stopping a hundred steps away, then lowering their guns and opening fire.

The wooden wall of the windmill a hundred steps away suddenly burst into countless wooden splinters, and several militia spearmen squatting in front fell backward into the haystack as if hit by an invisible giant hammer.

After just one round of shooting, the crossbowmen above couldn't help but shoot their crossbow arrows after seeing their brothers below the mill being beaten so badly.

But the range of the crossbow was really a problem. Even though they were standing behind the four or five-meter-high mill window and had a height advantage, the flying crossbow arrows still fell in front of the green-clad soldiers.

By the time the second round of shooting began, the militia captain Gaston was also dead. His ancestral "six-in-one" chain mail could not stop the lead bullets, and he turned into a twitching blood gourd in the second round of volleys.

At this moment, the remaining dozen or so militia spearmen and crossbowmen raised their hands, gave up resistance, and announced the fall of the town of Duoluo.

(End of this chapter)