HCB Chapter 376 Eat me an arrow
Chapter 376 Eat me an arrow
King Murcia sat on the throne, tasting delicious roast meat while listening to the minister's report. His mouth was covered with grease, and his fat body stood out under his gorgeous robe. It was obvious that he didn't care much about his trapped pig status.
"Your Majesty, the food in the warehouse is running out again."
The minister said worriedly.
"We must take action quickly, otherwise the army will run out of food."
Upon hearing this, King Murcia waved his hand nonchalantly:
"Then why don't we just ask the grain collectors to go to the homes of the civilians and collect some grain?"
The minister frowned. He didn't understand what was going on in his king's mind, but he continued to advise:
"Your Majesty, the residents of the city don't have much food left. If we continue like this, I'm afraid it will cause dissatisfaction among the people."
King Murcia smiled disdainfully:
"Well, if they had no food, they would have rebelled long ago. Tell the grain collectors to search carefully. Maybe some people still have a lot of food hidden in their cellars."
The minister felt powerless. King Murcia had been blinded by power at this time, or he never cared about the lives of the residents. He probably felt that the people's hearts were not as important as a roasted leg of lamb.
In fact, the minister came here originally to persuade the King of Murcia to make peace. He did not care who Murcia would belong to in the future. The most important thing was to lift the siege of Murcia so that agricultural production could be restored.
But seeing that the king in front of him was still doing his own thing at such a critical moment, the minister sighed slightly. He decided not to say anything more, turned around and left the palace to find other ministers to discuss countermeasures.
The grain officials' team quickly poured out of the palace. The leading grain collector rode on a nimble horse, controlling it with ease and galloping towards the residential area in the distance.
However, when he arrived at the street, he found it empty and dead silent.
However, the tax collector was not at all confused. In his opinion, these untouchables must have hidden themselves in order to avoid tax collection.
"Come here, knock on every door. If you can't open it, chop it open with an axe."
At this moment, the bell on the tower suddenly rang, and the dull sound was as shocking as thunder. The grain collector immediately understood what this meant - the enemy's catapults began to throw stones into the city again.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
The grain collector turned his horse around without hesitation and led the soldiers to gallop towards the city.
After returning to the palace, the grain collector immediately reported to King Murcia the news of the enemy's catapults. King Murcia sat on the throne with a grim expression, as if he was accustomed to all this.
"Your Majesty, the enemy's catapults are working again!"
The grain collector said anxiously.
King Murcia just smiled faintly and said:
"Don't worry, the enemy troops threw in just some food these days. They are just trying to bluff."
The grain collector nodded, knowing that King Murcia was telling the truth. In recent days, the enemy had been using food as bait to lure civilians to disintegrate the residents in the city, but in his opinion, most of the civilians in the city could only play a role every time grain and taxes were collected, and no official would take them seriously.
"So, Your Majesty, how should we respond?"
The grain collector asked.
King Murcia pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said:
"Send someone out to investigate and see what the enemy threw today."
Soon, a guard came running in and breathlessly reported to King Murcia:
"Your Majesty, today the enemy threw in all kinds of weapons."
"understood."
After King Murcia asked his guards to withdraw, he turned to look at the grain collector and spoke in a cold tone.
"Go put those weapons away."
Hearing this, the grain collector was stunned for a moment. How could he, who was only responsible for collecting grain, now also have the part-time job of collecting weapons?
"Your Majesty, I have a question. What if the civilians hide their weapons or use them to resist us?"
Hearing the question from the tax collector, King Murcia laughed and said:
"This is absolutely impossible. No matter how stupid those civilians are, they know that if they took the food, it would be greed at best. If they took the weapons, it would be a rebellion. With the courage of these people, it is impossible for them to gather together and rebel no matter what."
The grain officer led a group of soldiers and hurried to the street. At this time, there were some weapons scattered on the street as the guards had said before. He gave orders without hesitation, and the soldiers acted quickly, collecting the weapons one by one and stacking them neatly on the carriage.
However, the grain collector did not forget his main task - collecting grain. He waved his arms, signaling the soldiers to continue collecting grain. Soon, the soldiers swung their hammers and smashed a door hard. There was a "bang bang" sound, and the door opened.
The soldiers filed in, and there was a chaotic shouting and the sound of smashing things. After a while, several soldiers came out holding some pots and pans.
At this moment, a young man with a bruised face and nose came out of the house. He shouted angrily to the tax collector:
"That is the only food in my family, and it is the lifeline of our whole family!"
The tax collector listened to the young man's words and smiled disdainfully, with a tone of contempt and superiority in his voice:
"That's your own business. You lowly people should have the awareness to devote everything to His Majesty. If His Majesty hadn't protected your family, you might still be eating sand outside the city."
After saying this, he deliberately patted the sword at his waist, as if he was showing off the majesty of his power.
As the young man listened to the words of the tax collector, his chest felt like it was hit hard by something, and the anger in his heart instantly burned up. He clenched his fingers into fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he still couldn't contain the rage in his heart.
"I just want to ask you whether you will return my food to me?"
The young man asked angrily again.
The tax collector did not care at all, but said even more arrogantly:
"If you don't want to return it, come and grab it yourself if you have the guts!"
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing directly into the young man's heart, making him feel extremely humiliated and helpless.
The young man stood there in silence for a while, then turned and walked back into the house. After a while, he came out again, this time with a bow and a bag of arrows in his hands.
In the eyes of the tax collector who looked at him in disbelief, he put on the arrow, aimed at the tax collector's head, pulled the bowstring to its full extent, and said:
"Then take my arrow!"