Chapter 768 It turns out it was you, Sir
Muriati's policy has taken effect.
The tax used to pay Non's debt became the payment of the original war bonds of gravel.
Either buy back 20% off or keep it in your hands and wait for the principal and interest to be returned next year.
Most people who are eligible for repurchase choose repurchase.
After all, this battle was defeated, who knows how long it will take for Moriyati to recover.
It is just that the repurchase qualifications are mostly distributed to the nobles of the mountain faction and the wealthy merchants with good friends.
The noble knights of the plains, as well as ordinary citizens or small-scale purchases, have no point.
这反而激化了普通人的怒火，凭什么他们能回购，我们就只能任由债券拦在手里？
So, as Herman expected, a larger riot occurred.
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The rotten leaves let out a shattering whine on the soles of the boots, and Matthias stepped on the century-old stone steps to the broken terrace of the monastery.
Moonlight penetrated the collapsed dome, illuminating the seven hundred and sixty-eight burlap faces below.
The seven hundred and sixty-eight war bond holders were rubbing the iris bond hidden in their arms at this moment, and the chaotic patterns on the paper had already been soaked in sweat.
"They call this bond, or IOU." The little wine merchant raised the yellowed bond and roared in the autumn wind. "It is natural to pay back debts. We don't have interest, or even half the principal.
可墨莉雅提那表字还是不愿意还，这还叫借吗？ This is called robbery! "
The crowd sounded a depressed whimper, which aroused layers of echoes in the empty monastery.
They had been emptying their savings by war bonds. Now they wanted to build a flood discharge canal and a flood control dike, and they had to work hard.
Where is the civil servant camp?
It's not an exaggeration to call it hell!
Matthias pointed to the vague lights in the east: "We were forced to death by them, but they were still enjoying the wonderful banquet and night, we, we..."
At the end of his speech, his voice even choked, and the choking sound even aroused a desperate cry. "Although the king's era is hard and tiring, it will not lie at least." The old hunter wrapped in bear skin suddenly roared and his fist hit the stone slab. "We have to leave our money first, and then force us to build the canal." A down-and-out knight shouted in the crowd.
"Now, even if you buy a cemetery, you have to pay them taxes!"
"I just said that women don't look like good people!"
The crowd began to stir. Several young tenant farmers drew out their pitchforks, blacksmiths waved their hammers, and citizens raised their stabbing swords.
Seeing the atmosphere stirring, Matthias roared in tears: "Auranbo Town, the basement of the town office, and the last batch of unpaid deposits!
Since Moriyati doesn't give us, okay, let's come back in person! That's our hard-earned money."
"Yes, I'm going to come back in person"
"Hard-for money!!!"
"Roar—"
"Let's go!"
Piles of torches lined up in long queues, heading towards Orlando Town in the moonlight before dawn.
Along with the roar of the crowd, Mathias quietly walked off the terrace.
He bent his waist and rubbed his hands: "Sir Baron, how am I doing?"
"Very good, I thought it was true when I choked." The voice in the shadow laughed.
"Sir Baron, can't you buy back the bonds? Why..."
"Don't ask if you shouldn't." The Baron's cold voice interrupted Matthias, "You're ready, go."
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When the first ray of sunlight pierced the morning mist, the night watchman Colby had just taken the street with a gong, but his eyes were full of sparks.
Is countless masked people rush out from the seven street intersections at the same time. Before he could shout, the leader's flail was blown up.
"In the name of blue bee!"
The young Colby opened her mouth wide and fell into a pool of blood.
The roar shook the dew on the eaves, awakening the sleeping townspeople.
They looked out carefully through the window, and more than 700 thugs were frantically smashing and smashing everything they saw. The iron fence of the jewelry store was pulled down by a carriage, and dozens of masked men competed for the sapphire necklaces in the velvet box.
The bakery smell came out of the bakery, and the thug dragged the baker on his body to chew the bread and rushed out of the store.
The most elite group of people, led by the down-and-out knights and the bankrupt little nobles, rushed straight to the town office.
"Who are you?"
The gatekeeper plucked up the courage to say this, and a short sword sang through his chest.
The old gray-haired gatekeeper lay in a pool of blood, and countless feet stepped on him.
Soon after, the iron oak door wrapped in the town office collapsed under the impact of the siege hammer.
Run into the town office and killing the noble men, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Just seeing another iron oak door in the money warehouse, Matthias cursed angrily: "Damn it! Keep smashing it!"
This time, before the hit was hit a few times, the lookout on the bell tower screamed and fell down: "Stop smashing, army, army is coming!"
"Army?!" Matthias's sharp voice went out of tune, "It's only been less than two hours!"
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He asked himself that this trip was quite confidential, but he just wanted to take the opportunity to grab some money.
Why, why does a river come so quickly?
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The six-edged iron rod was broken through the air and the sound of bees passing through the border was like a swarm of bees. The first wave of transport soldiers jumped off the side of the ship advanced at neat steps.
Any mob who came into contact with them would almost collapse to the ground like the melting of ice and snow.
These soldiers wearing leather armor specialize in joint selection.
Broken knees, broken elbows, and cracked shoulders, and the wailing sounds bloomed in succession with the sound of bone fractures.
"Ah, help, help--"
A thug with ankle-breaking thug was about to crawl away, but he was immediately kicked by a round in the back of his head.
These "mountain people" have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and they can't compare to regular soldiers in battle formations.
But if there are small-scale fights of dozens of people, they are too familiar with them.
Especially in the town terrain, it is more suitable for playing.
"Wedge-shaped formation!" The captain pulled off the ribbon that was in the way. Ten people behind him suddenly gathered their formation, and the iron rod formed a death vortex.
Two thugs holding door panels rushed out and were overturned to the ground.
The door panel was kicked away, and several feet stepped on at the same time, and plasma sprayed out of the mouth with broken teeth. "Ahhhh--"
Follow the window, the third cooperative thug rushed out.
However, his pitchfork was snatched away by the iron rod as soon as it stabbed out. The next second, six iron rods were swung on him at the same time.
The continuous sound of bone cracks made the thug who was a farmer fall to the ground in an instant.
But a knight's sword suddenly pierced from the shadow, and the captain barely turned sideways, but half of the shoulder armor was cut off. "It's the thrust of the Languedoc school!" Before the adjutant finished speaking, the "thug" wearing a shabby chain mail had already penetrated into the formation, and pointed three people in a row like a poisonous snake at the tip of the sword.
More down-and-out knights hidden in the crowd appeared, and they specialized in carrying the gaps in the face armor of the transport soldiers.
At this time, several commanders reacted and picked up the spear and bow and arrow in shock and angrily.
Climbing up the bell tower tremblingly, Matthias could see the hellish street scene:
The iron rod of the transport soldier smashed the farmer's head into the chest, and the knight's bloody stinging sword was pulling out from the seams of the soldier's armor under his armpit.
The owner of the pharmacy shop used a pestle to smash the robber's teeth. Before he could be happy, he was shot through the neck by a runaway arrow.
The adult hid under the counter of the tailor shop with his child in his arms, trembling as he listened to the sound of the broken beams and pillars on his head.
"The Saints are above..." The wine merchant's confused prayer was interrupted by the rumbling vibration.
It was the sound of a clockwork bombardment hitting the wooden bell tower, and Matthias fell from a high altitude with the brass clock.
The moment he fell, he saw clearly the people in the square.
Baron Raymond, the nobleman who commanded him to instigate him to attack the town of Orlando.
He commanded the transport soldiers to put out the fire righteously, and the ring representing the blue bee in his hand was shiny red in the fire.
(This chapter ends)