Chapter 196 What about the church? Fixed question!


Chapter 196 What about the church? Fixed question!

"Dang!"

The thumb-sized stone hit the iron helmet with a crisp buzzing sound, and Gibson immediately felt his head buzzing.

He straightened his iron helmet and looked angrily in that direction, only to see several eleven or twelve-year-old children lying on the roof, looking at him with bared teeth.

"Where are you..." Standing at the guard post at the end of the bridge, Gibson was about to yell angrily when he saw one of the children rounding his arms and throwing something towards him.

He never thought that they would dare to throw stones at him even though he was watching them.

Before he could recover from his surprise, a stone the size of an egg was quickly becoming clear.

A deep-seated pain came from the bridge of his nose. Gibson leaned back suddenly, let go of the hook spear in his hand, and covered his nose. Stimulated by the soreness in his nasal cavity, he squeezed out tears.

"Captain Gibson? Are you okay?"

"Whose kid!"

Lowering his head and covering his nose, Gibson burst into tears and pointed in the direction of the children: "Catch them."

Beside him, seven or eight night watch guards immediately raised their hook spears and pointed toward the building. They ran in the direction of the house, while the teenagers on the house shouted "Pied Piper! Go to hell!" Birds and beasts scattered in all directions.

The night watch guards ran towards different teenagers separately, but they couldn't run after taking a few steps.

The crowds on the street, whether workers, craftsmen or citizens, were like human walls, pushing against the night watch guards with their shoulders and bodies.

The guards were squeezing through the crowd, unable to move forward, and some were even tripped by the legs of beggars and refugees on the roadside.

They were bruised and swollen, but they could only watch the stone-throwing teenagers climbing up and down the roof, and finally disappeared into the sunset.

The guards immediately turned around and cursed: "What are you doing?"

"Children are ignorant, just throwing them around for fun."

"Oh, you guys are following What do you care about, right?”

Pedestrians on the road stood up, and some even blocked the guards blatantly.

Stuffing his bleeding nose with a handkerchief, Gibson walked to the crowd: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Nothing." A worker who stopped in front of Gibson spread his hands, "I'll just do it." You were walking normally, why did you stop me and hit my shoulder with your chest?" Gibson, whose face was red, reached out and grabbed the collar of the worker's clothes. , "Do you want to die?"

"Yo yo yo, as a human being, you must not forget your hometown and relatives." The old beggar sitting on the roadside basking in the sun said in a strange way, "Some people, from childhood to He drinks the water from Qianhe River Valley and eats the rice crackers grown by us Qianhe River Valley people, but he wants to beat us Qianhe River Valley people.”

As the old man said, some citizens and workers gathered around him. , they did not take action directly, but just stared at Gibson with inexplicable expressions.

Under the stern and cold gaze, Gibson swallowed and subconsciously let go of his hand.

But after he reacted, he immediately picked up the hook spear in his hand and pointed it at the crowd in anger: "You want to rebel? What? Are you short-haired?"

Don't say this. Fortunately, as soon as he said it, he stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, and even the people passing by stopped in their tracks.

“I wish I were a shorthair!”

“All shorthairs are heroes, and they even say they want to avenge our Qianhe Valley children!”

"If it weren't for Shengsun, I don't even know where my nephew is. What's wrong with Shorthair? Are the faces of the night guards shining?"

"Isn't Shorthair a good person? We Juanno are too A good person, won’t you be burned to death by that pimp?”

“Look, they used to kill our children secretly to make wine, but now they are doing it openly.”

Seeing that the crowd around him was getting thicker and thicker, countless index fingers pointed viciously at Gibson. The other guards behind him gathered towards him back to back, and some of his companions even pulled his hem to signal him to forget it.

Gibson was completely confused. He remembered that in the past, not only did those children dare to hit him, they even dared not come close.

Whenever I chase others, they will always get out of the way. Not to mention scolding me face to face, I don't dare to say a word if I am knocked down.

What the hell is going on?

"Come on, come on, the armored sergeant is here."

On the roof, the boy who just smashed the Gibson stone came back. He shouted at the stalemate below, and then disappeared again in the layers of eaves. After hearing the news, the passers-by dispersed in confusion. After all, they were still afraid and could only bully these non-supernatural night guards.

The night watch guards did not dare to stop them, and they could not stop them. They could only be pushed around among the fleeing crowd.

Even in the process of escaping from the scene, they had to rub hard against the night watch guards. One even pretended to stretch and gave Gibson a hard elbow on the nose.

When Gibson squatted on the ground in pain, holding his nose, the crowd had dispersed.

The guards were in a mess, their clothes were messy, their hair and bodies were covered with rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs. They stood in a mess, without any of their former majesty.

Standing up, Gibson wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief. He didn't know whether his tears were because of pain or fear.

"Gulu gulu——"

The wheels ran over the ground and wooden boards, and several carriages drove over from the bridge.

The wooden bridge groaned as it decayed, and Gibson quickly retreated to the side of the road.

On the bridge, a team of armored sergeants and three extraordinary knights escorted two freight carriages. The carriages contained a dozen prisoners who were to be transported to the quarries outside the city to work as hard labor.

Their hands were tied with ropes, their hair was unkempt, the corners of their mouths were bruised, and they were swaying up and down as the carriage moved forward.

After receiving the news the day before yesterday, they were all citizens, workers, and even low-level priests who immediately went to Feiliubao Church to block the road and demand explanations.

These people were judged as "short-haired" by the church and the empire.

But unlike in the past, people on the roadside cheered for the prisoners on the carriage and even threw bread, cheese and cabbage at them for them to eat on the road.

The prisoners were like victorious heroes, raising their tied hands and waving to both sides of the road to thank them, as if they were heroes on an expedition.

Faced with this situation, the knight's face was full of annoyance, but he could not get angry because he knew that even if he ordered the armored sergeants to disperse the people, it would not be of much use.

These armored sergeants are also from Qianhe River Valley, so asking them to disperse the people will only give the people a chance to rush forward and let the prisoners go.

Standing behind the cheering crowd, Mizam in black wore a hood and said nothing.

Have things become like this in ten days?

After the Blue Blood incident broke out, although he quickly blocked the news, he could not completely block the river. Many refugees and businessmen still spread the news.

This news was originally just doubtful and was regarded as a rumor by many people.

But just five days ago, news came that another blue-blood orphanage had been discovered in Heimu Township, a city in North Mound County, and hundreds of blue-blood orphans had been rescued.

Compared with the gentleness of the people in the Thousand Valley Plains, the mountain people who retained the violent character of the original Kushites directly burned the local church.

The priests of the Blue Blood Orphanage were put on the millstone and ground into dregs by the mountain people in public. There were still mountain people on the scene who drank from cups.

Then the already restless Grand Duchess Meliati took over Blackwood Township, which was originally within the church's sphere of influence, and issued a text asking:

"What's wrong with this church? It's suffering. Always a believer, I couldn’t help but think, this must be a problem with the church system!”

With the support of the Archduchess and the encouragement of Juano believers from all over the country, the scene that just happened happened all over the Thousand River Valley.

Yesterday in Rapid City, a bishop was attacked when he was out. He was stripped naked and hung naked at the gate of the technical court.

It is better in the four plain counties. Due to the lack of news in rural areas, it has not spread yet. Although it has gradually spread in urban areas, it is only a humiliation at most and does not dare to go too far.

The situation in the five mountainous counties is not right. The bishops do not even dare to go out of the church door. Even if they want to go out, they must bring at least two groups of soldiers, otherwise they will be attacked at every turn.

Mizam even heard that a bishop in Mountain County was swarmed and stabbed to death by a group of beggars when he was going to other dioceses because it was rumored that he "had blue blood wine at home."

The old bishop's whereabouts were exposed because a local priest in Qianhe River Valley informed the beggars and refugees and made clear arrangements for the old bishop.

What a coincidence, three things happened at the same time.

Mizam sighed and walked deeper into the alley.

(End of this chapter)

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