Chapter 29 Breaking the shackles and chains
Ever since he merged with the memory of his previous life, Garris no longer likes to carry a sword with him. The sword given by the late King Baldwin, Garris only keeps in his collection and no longer uses it.
There's really no way he likes weapons. Of course, he doesn't actually need to carry a sword with him now. Just borrow one from the people around you when you need it.
The sword in Garris's hand at this moment belongs to Simon. As a knight's attendant for many years, the long sword used by Simon is no different from the one used by Garris in terms of standard. They are the same. Garris uses it quite differently. smoothly.
This kind of long sword should actually be called a half-hand sword or a half-sword. Its characteristic is that the handle is long and can be used with one hand or both hands. It has considerable flexibility in combat. It is suitable for knights to use when riding horses and infantry to fight on the ground.
Of course, such a flexible weapon is troublesome to wield and requires years of training.
Garris's sword skills were not that exquisite among knights, but it was different now.
After letting go of the restricted perception, Garris could visually capture everything around him, whether it was flowers, plants, trees, or flying dust. In his eyes, these heavy infantrymen charging towards him were smaller than The Bedouins who were riding horses were much slower.
When he faced these soldiers, he didn't need to think about blocking at all, and he didn't need to think about exquisite sword swings at all.
When he walked slowly into the military formation, the long sword stabbed or slashed to the neck again and again, directly attacking those positions that were not covered by armor and helmets. These neutral weaknesses that are difficult for ordinary people to capture, for Garris at this moment, seemed as casual as picking flowers.
Time can't be said to have stopped, and Garris' speed has not increased to a state that is beyond the reach of ordinary people's eyes.
Because of this, his performance was a little too difficult to understand for those onlookers, such as villagers, Ahmed and others.
That's walking, but it's faster than running! It was a swing of the sword, but there was no trace of energy stored in it! It's more like a ghost twitching and flickering!
And as those sword lights flashed under the sun, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Garris did not deliberately avoid the blood. He acted more casually. When he passed through the formation of the ten heavy infantry, his body was stained with a lot of blood drops. Behind him, those The soldiers who wanted to escape but were unable to escape fell one after another.
The blood beads on the sword dripped down from the tip of the sword to the ground smoothly. This time... there was no gap in the long sword used by Garris.
"Ah? Aba? Aba..." Ahmed blinked rapidly. He felt that he had seen some hallucination, or was possessed
This...what's going on? !
What about his soldiers? ! What about those private soldiers who cost twenty gold dinars a year to raise one!
Raising troops for a thousand days and using them for a while, the result is hundreds of gold dinars wasted, this is it!
What a joke.
Is this really not a dream?
It was not until Ghalis put the sword on his shoulder and wiped the blood drops on the blade with the precious cloth that Ahmed came back to his senses.
"I just seemed to hear you say: I am that brick, I am the seal of the prophet, and there will be no messenger or prophet after me."
"I want to tell you that in my eyes, the Prophet Muhammad is an equally respectable existence than his heavenly brother Jesus. The heavenly brother Jesus spreads the gospel with charity, while the Prophet Muhammad preaches to the world with swords and horses. .”
"He promoted social reforms, did not allow usury, prohibited the killing of infants, and established zakat to support the poor. He saved the Arabian Peninsula from the vortex of tribal vendettas, broke down the barriers between tribes, and treated non-Arab believers fairly and tolerantly. "But what about you? After decades of chanting, have you ever learned anything like a prophet?"
Qairis did not kill Ahmed. This man will be sent to the stake after a public trial the next day. Now, he only exerted a little force to force Ahmed to kneel down on his knees while looking at the corpses of the private soldiers with a long sword on his right shoulder.
Innocence changed.
It's not that the weather suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, but that the shackles that had been binding the villagers behind Garris since his birth were torn off.
The villagers looked at each other at a loss. Even Cardoso subconsciously touched the clothes on his body. To the naked eye, nothing seemed to have changed, but he felt that he was much more relaxed.
"God will help those who help themselves! If you stand up today, you must not kneel down again. I did not come to this world to kill all the evil people alone, but I just wanted to let you know that God favors you, and He has never tortured you for you. From now on, those who stand up will only lose their shackles, but what they will gain is the whole world!”
A commoner, holding a long sword, killed ten people with his sword. His body was stained with drops of blood. He used his sword as a force to overwhelm the tax collector, causing him to kneel down.
This is indeed a miracle, but this miracle is really a reward for those who have the courage to throw the stone.
Gareth won't be here long. Monterey Village is just a starting point, a seed.
After so many days of careful watering, this seed finally sprouted and finally grew towards the sky, thirsting for sunshine and clear water.
When Garris appealed to the young people in the village, a total of forty young people from eighty households came forward, hoping to follow Garris. They may not know where Garris would lead them, but The feeling of being free, relaxed, and able to stand and talk is really wonderful. It is sweeter than sugar water and makes people yearn for it.
Of course, Garris would not do such a thing as selecting forty people from a village. After careful selection, Garris only selected five people from this village as his disciples.
These five people are not very old, they are twelve or thirteen years old. They are like the rising sun, with unlimited possibilities.
The reason why Garris wanted to accept these five disciples was not only to establish a strong bond with the village of Monterey, but also to keep these five people by his side and teach them through words and deeds.
Although those believers who had witnessed the miracles admired Garris, it was difficult to reason with them. The three views of adults were fixed. Garris only hoped that he could save the children and let these children escape from what their ancestors had been doing for generations. The barriers of life, in the free and vast land, learn real knowledge, so that one day you can break the superstition.
Later, Garris witnessed another election. On the village's grain drying field, many villagers chanted Cardoso's name in unison.
In this way, Cardoso became the leader, or village chief, of this village.
Today’s update is complete and I went to deliver food. I hope I can place more orders today so that I can meet this week’s order requirements as soon as possible.
(End of chapter)