HCB Chapter 377: High Altitude Throwing Object
Chapter 377: High Altitude Throwing Object
The grain collector fell heavily from his horse like a kite with its string cut. His body drew an arc in the air and finally hit the ground heavily. At that moment, his mind was blank, all sounds disappeared, and only the sound of his heart beating violently echoed in his ears.
He wanted to shout for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could only make weak sounds, so weak that even he couldn't hear clearly. Blood continued to flow from his wound, staining the ground and his armor red. His vision began to blur, and everything in front of him was quickly becoming dim.
The soldiers around witnessed all this, their faces frozen in shock. They had never thought that a civilian would dare to shoot and kill the grain collector who was usually so high and mighty.
The young man still maintained his archery posture, his hands trembling so much that he could barely control the bowstring, sweat dripping down his cheeks and onto the ground.
"broken."
The young man thought that according to the law, the official who killed the king would be sentenced to death, and not only himself but also his family would be implicated.
At this time, the doors of the houses on the street were slowly pushed open, and the residents leaned out to see what was going on. There was panic and excitement in their eyes. Seeing that the tax collector who had once frightened them was shot down by the young man with an arrow, they were filled with relief and satisfaction.
"brush!"
However, the officer in charge of escorting the grain-collecting team drew the scimitar from his waist, pointed it at the young man with a flash of cold light, and shouted:
"How dare you murder an official who was executing the king's order? How audacious! Come, arrest this man and take him to the palace to await the king's decision!"
The young man's face turned pale as paper in an instant, with a trace of fear in his eyes. He knew that even if all those in front of him attacked him, he would not be able to defeat them one by one. If he ran away, not to mention that the whole city was now under siege, even if the soldiers could not find him, his family would definitely be implicated.
"no!"
Suddenly, a strong man wielding a machete blocked the officer's path. His eyes were firm, as if he was not afraid of life or death.
The grain collector was extremely greedy. He always asked for extra grain every time he collected grain. This time, he even took away other people’s life-saving grain.”
"And the child's father is now defending the country on the city wall. If his child is captured, how can he fight with peace of mind?"
The strong man's words resonated with everyone, and the people around him responded with cheers that shook the sky.
The officer's face darkened. He obviously had not expected these civilians to resist like this. He waved his arms angrily, and the soldiers behind him advanced without hesitation, saying grimly:
"I'm telling you, if you dare to stop us, everyone will be considered a traitor and beheaded!"
This sentence was like a bombshell, instantly detonating people's anger.
"Okay! In that case, let's go together! Everyone on this street is considered a traitor, come and arrest them!"
The crowd rushed towards the soldiers while shouting. The soldiers never expected that these civilians who were relatively honest in the past would be so bold now. At this moment, facing the huge crowd, the soldiers could only choose to use their shields to block as much as possible.
The officer originally thought that he could accomplish his mission with a simple suppression, but he was shocked and disturbed by the scene before him. Although his men were brave, they began to feel powerless in the face of the public indignation. The officer began to calculate the gains and losses, weighing the pros and cons, and finally decided that for the sake of his own safety, he immediately shouted:
"retreat!"
When the soldiers heard the order to retreat, they retreated as if they had been reborn. As they fled, they did not forget to throw the corpse of the grain collector onto the carriage. As the sound of horse hooves sounded, the soldiers followed the officers on horseback and left here. They fled in panic and soon disappeared from the sight of the residents.
The departure of the grain team did not bring real peace to the people, but instead made them feel an unprecedented crisis. Everyone knew that their actions had violated the royal power and they were accused of treason. Under this high pressure, although people's emotions were temporarily calmed, the fear and anxiety in their hearts were quietly growing.
"Everyone."
At this moment, an old man of high moral character stood up and broke the silence. He said to everyone in a firm voice:
"Now that things have come to this, why not gather all the neighbors together? I have finally understood that King Murcia deserves what he got today. We might as well believe the monarch outside the city for once and follow what he said on the paper to capture King Murcia."
At the same time, the soldiers on the city wall also began to notice the changes in the city. They witnessed the defeat of the grain collection team and were filled with confusion and panic. They didn't know how to report to their superiors and were worried that inaccurate information would cause unnecessary trouble.
However, as time went on, the reports became more and more exaggerated as they were reported higher up the chain. By the time the reports reached the general defending the city, what had originally been a small-scale conflict had been exaggerated into a city-wide rebellion.
"You mean to say that the city is now full of mobs?"
The general defending the city looked at the captain who was reporting the situation to him and said in disbelief.
"Yes, General. I saw a group of rioters holding weapons and various farm tools on my way here. They are now heading towards the palace."
Hearing this, the general who was defending the city fell into deep thought. He had originally been pessimistic about defending Murcia City. As long as the time was long enough, the food in the city would soon be consumed. Now that there were mobs rioting in the city, there was no need to defend the city any longer.
"I won't consider it anymore."
The general defending the city stood up and said to the captain:
"We will not defend this city. You take a team of people and follow me to capture the false king of Murcia!"
Deep inside the magnificent palace, King Murcia was intoxicated by the dancing of a beautiful woman, but he could not concentrate because the grain-collecting team he had sent out had not returned. Just as he was about to send someone to investigate, a sudden commotion broke the tranquility of the palace.
There was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a loud bang, and a huge stone hit the glass window of the palace fiercely, shattering glass fragments and terrified screams echoing in the palace. King Murcia was frightened by this sudden change, he almost jumped up from his seat and fell on the carpet.
At this moment, a guard rushed in from outside the door and said breathlessly:
"Your Majesty, the palace gate has been breached by the mob! Run quickly!"
Hearing this, King Murcia lost his composure instantly and ran towards the back door desperately, hoping to find a way to survive.
However, when he hurried through the garden in front of the palace, he found that the back door was also surrounded by an angry mob. In desperation, the King of Murcia thought of the last means of escape - climbing the high wall of the palace.
He soon came to a wall and climbed up with all his strength. However, his fat body made this plan extremely difficult. Although he tried his best, he still couldn't get over the towering wall.
In the end, the exhausted King of Murcia was easily dragged down by the angry people and was beaten.
"Please stop hitting me, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
King Murcia kept begging, but the angry people did not stop their actions because of his pleading. Their eyes were full of anger and hatred, and every swing of their fists was accompanied by painful groans. King Murcia's face soon became bruised and swollen, but he still did not give up hope.
Finally, amidst a commotion, he was tied up and carried out of the palace with difficulty. When he looked back at the palace gate, he saw the generals and soldiers guarding the city standing there quietly, watching everything happen expressionlessly. The general's eyes revealed a trace of helplessness and sadness. He did not speak, but just watched the King of Murcia leave silently.
Soon after, the bound King of Murcia was brought to the city wall. He looked at the land under his feet and the endless camps in the distance, and a sense of fear surged in his heart. He knew what he was about to face. Despite this, he still tried to struggle, hoping to escape this fate. But his mouth had been tightly tied with a wet cloth, making him unable to make any sound.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded in his ears:
"Say goodbye to the city of Murcia, false king."
As soon as he finished speaking, King Murcia felt a powerful force pushing him away from the city wall. His body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground 20 meters away from the top of the city wall. At that moment, everything fell into silence, with only the sound of the wind and the laughter from afar echoing in the air.