Chapter 71 Mahdi
Zaid, who accepted Gairis's suggestion, chose to let the caravan stay in the village of Skal for a few more days.
Normally, Zaid and his caravan would not stop in such a small village that was not on the trade route.
On the one hand, it is difficult to get in and out of such a small village, which is a long detour for caravans. On the other hand, the purchasing power of farmers these days is actually quite limited.
In some areas where the land is more fertile and the looting is not so outrageous, farmers can occasionally have two dollars left on hand to pull some cloth, buy some daily necessities, or replace farm tools.
But in the land of Transjordan, according to Zeid's experience in recent years, most farmers here are only a thin line away from abject poverty.
The heavy land tax took away food from farmers, and the high poll tax made it difficult for farmers to save.
In the long-term sustainable depletion of water, the lives of farmers have become extremely difficult. How can they have any money left for consumption?
The countryside of Transjordan is like a pool of stagnant water, rotting in stagnation and constantly killing the new hope within it.
But here in Skal Village, Zaid saw a different atmosphere.
It's not that this place is richer than other places, but the lifestyle and spirit of the people in this village are different from ordinary Frankish villages.
First of all, in Zaid's view, Skar Village is more like a large military camp than a village.
Normally, how can there be a village where men and women live separately? In addition to ordinary civilians, there are quite a few people wearing armor who are constantly shuttling through the village to maintain order.
As for those who were digging the river, they looked more like prisoners of war.
Slaves, not so much.
After all, Zaid could see hope and brilliance in the eyes of those people. It’s as if their hard days are coming to an end
Considering the progress of excavation of the water conservancy channel, they may have been promised that they would be released at the end of the project.
Secondly, the villagers seemed to have endless work to do.
Forging iron, making bricks, repairing houses, and doing carpentry, but when working, it is not like a grinder forced by life, but striving for excellence with an interest that is difficult for Zaid to understand, and with an inexplicable passion.
Moreover, the people here don't seem to be particularly distinguished between high and low.
Many people dressed as knights encountered villagers on the road in the village. At most, the villagers would get out of the way and the knight would say hello in a friendly manner.
There is neither hostility nor clear distinction between high and low status between them. Although there are still some barriers, compared to other places in the world, the knights here can be said to be unpretentious and approachable.
In addition, Garris, the one who saved his entire caravan, obviously has a special status in this village.
When everyone faced Garris, they greeted him with sincere enthusiasm, but there was no fixed etiquette. It can be seen that they truly respect Garris from the bottom of their hearts.
When I think of Garris's performance on the battlefield, plus what Garris called himself when they first met.
Zaid clenched his back molars and gasped for air.
It is true that Garris's self-introduction will make him, a Shiite Muslim, have some special associations.
Returned from [Hermitage], has a relationship with the savior Jesus, possesses a force that far exceeds that of a mortal, rejects tyranny in this land, and is loved from the bottom of the heart by the people. After all this, it is difficult for Zaid not to think of that word, or that identity, which is the Mahdi.
But, is it possible that the love of those people is actually being bewitched by Garis with extraordinary magic power, and his identity is more terrifying than Mahdi, for example, he is Messiha Dajjal?
"Whoever denies the Mahdi denies Allah; whoever accepts Dajjal denies Allah."
If Messiah Jesus is the counterpart of Jesus in Islam, then Messiah Dajjal is the counterpart of Antichrist in Islam.
The night was low, and the moonlight shed a faint light through the thick clouds, reflecting on Zaid's face.
He couldn't help but express a lot of doubts. He was not sure whether that Garris was the Antichrist. Whenever he recalled the moment of their encounter, he felt a little unconsciously afraid.
At that time, when Garris appeared, the humid air seemed to become heavy.
When he thought of Garris's self-proclaimed name and the great power he showed, Zaid became helpless and panicked, as if he was involved in a conspiracy beyond human understanding.
Zaid felt that if he continued to think about Garris's identity, his sanity would collapse little by little, and those light green eyes with black pupils were always hovering in his mind like a nightmare.
Restraining the unspeakable panic in his heart, Zaid lay down in his tent and forced himself to sleep.
However, not long after he fell asleep, he woke up from his dream.
He dreamed of the Antichrist, a being who commanded armies, could heal diseases, resurrect the dead, make the earth prosperous, and stop the sun and moon. For those who followed him, Antichrist Dagar was the real god. .
That being will command the army to conquer everything in sight. Even the towering mountains and the Red Sea that separates the earth are powerless to stop their progress.
On the eve of the end of the world, these people are invincible.
But in the end, the Antichrist is just a false savior. When the Mahdi appears, the Antichrist Dajjal will only fail.
That heroic and invincible man could single-handedly defeat the Antichrist Dajjal, melt him, and make him disappear.
Then Mahdi will unify the world and establish an unprecedented huge caliphate.
However, what really horrified Zaid was that in his dream, whether it was the Antichrist or the Mahdi, his eyes were light green with black pupils, and he was a young man with light blond hair.
Tormented by his groundless delusions, Zaid finally chose to leave his tent and walk in the village.
The dark clouds in the sky have not dispersed, and the soft sound of water splash can be heard from the river not far away.
When he came to the river, he noticed that there were already people patrolling back and forth here.
That man seemed to attach great importance to the dug dry river channel, and he kept stopping to examine what he was looking at.
After hearing Zaid's footsteps in the distance, he turned around and looked over.
At this time, Zaid suddenly looked panicked, and behind the man, a pair of green fluorescent eyes appeared!
Judging from the height of its eyes, it cannot be a human being, but a wolf!
"Careful!" Zaid shouted.
Today is the third update, celebrating Sanjiang (actually because I owe the monthly ticket for the first update and have not paid it back yet)
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