I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 95 Now, Is It Time?

Compared to their rage, Hart was relatively calm.

"Just killing one or two people will not change the current situation."

The old man's eyes were sharp, "What do you mean, Hart?"

"A few years after you went to the imperial capital, have you been contaminated with the cowardice and cowardice of those rich nobles?"

"That's not what I meant, Uncle Leon."

Hart looked at the crowd present.

"The actions of the West French army in Sassily were relatively restrained, they did not set fires everywhere, nor did they rob houses.

Do you think this is why, because of their kindness? "

Hart shook his head and smiled contemptuously.

"Of course it's impossible, they're afraid of us, us Sacilians!
In our town, due to the years of trade, there are many intermarriages between the foreign population and the local population, and the population has been growing rapidly.

Compared to the Yingjiao town that was bombed into ruins, we have a full 4 people in Saxili!

What about the West French army coming here?
Four fourth-tier warships, with a maximum of more than 1000 people.

Counting only the young and middle-aged, we outnumber them ten times!
If we riot, even without weapons, just a pitchfork and a hoe will be enough to drive them out of this land! "

The firearms of this era are not powerful, and there are no semi-automatic rifles, and the number and range of the cannons of their warships are also limited.

If there are enough people and they are not afraid of death, it is really possible to overturn these military vehicles with a pitchfork.

The contemporaneous Louis XVI was sent to the guillotine by the angry people, which led to the rise of Napoleon later.

"The strategic location of Sacily is important, but it is not particularly important. It is surrounded by mountains, and they cannot attack the hinterland of Britannia through this port.

But it cannot be said that it is not important. If our place can become their shipping transit, it can also greatly reduce the logistical pressure.

More and more people will come here in the future, until our numbers are no threat to them.

Frena wasn't the only one suffering from this kind of suffering. "

Hart looked at the crowd present.

"It will be mine, all of your wives and daughters, your land, your house, and your wealth will all be looted by them!
We must drive them out of Sassili before more of them arrive!
Once we regain control of the town and hold the fjord, we'll be strong enough to hold it.

The Western French Empire will also not work hard to gnaw our hard bone because of concerns about losses.

Now that Britannia isn't coming, we're on our own to guard our land! "

The old man calmed down and fell into deep thought.

One of these dozens of people is middle-aged.

"What are you going to do, Hart."

"We need to create an organization."

There was a gleam in Hart's eyes.

"Wake up the Sacilians, the organization that unites the Sacilians, connected by blood, gathers all the strength, and drives out the invaders!
The first step in establishing an organization is to get as many and trustworthy people as possible to join the organization.

Next, we need to acquire the weapons of resistance. "

"You can leave it to me to find someone." The old man named Leon said, he is quite prestigious in the local area.

He thought for a moment, "As for weapons. I have a dozen firecrackers, six flintlock guns, and two shotguns at home."

"I also have three firecrackers at home." The middle-aged man said just now.

The rest of the people also spoke one after another, one after another.

"I also have two crossbows at home."

"I have two shotguns."

"I have three swords and four great bows."

Shaar looked at these people reporting their own weapons with a strange expression.

If this group of people lived in modern times, they would have lived on average for more than seven years.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his 30s stepped forward.

"I went to the imperial capital not long ago and ordered a batch of munitions. If there are no accidents, they should arrive in a few days.

I let them take the Samir path into town, which only the Sacilians know. "

Hearing this, all eyes around him were focused on him.

That is also a standard Celtic, with short red hair, fair skin, over 1.8 meters eight, very tall, but with a very gentle temperament, it seems that there is some ink in his stomach.

Hart's eyes lit up slightly, "How many?"

"Thirty flintlock guns, forty pistols, fifty muskets, and some crossbows and swords. The equipment eliminated by the army is all good."

Hearing this number, everyone gasped.

"Why do you buy so many arms, Sweet?" Leon asked with a frown.

"After the Spanish Empire started the war with us, I guessed that one day the flames of war would spread to Sacilla." Sweet said, "And even if it didn't, I could make some money by reselling the arms in the limelight of the war."

After a pause, he looked at everyone present and said, "But I'm willing to supply them all for free."

When he was speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Alicia who was standing beside Shaar from the corner of his eyes.

Alicia seemed to be aware of this gaze, and she nodded politely to Sweet.

In fact, it wasn't just him, the eyes of the men around him all turned this way intentionally or unintentionally.

Alicia's cloak was lent to the girl, and now she was neither wearing a mask nor any disguise, and it was normal to attract attention.

Everyone yearns for beautiful things.

Even though there was only some firelight in the warehouse at this moment, she stood behind Shaar, deliberately hiding herself.

But she is still the most shining existence in it.

Hart obviously cared more about other things, his eyes were shining brightly, with a little excitement.

"With these guns, we have the initial capital to fight against them."

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, he turned his head, and looked at Shaar who was standing beside him and had been quietly watching all this.

"Mr. Xia."

Hart looked at Shaar seriously and asked.

"You said at the beginning that when I return to Sacily, I will make a breakthrough.

Now, is it time? "

The men around focused their eyes on Xia Ya. They didn't know Xia Ya, but seeing Hart respecting him so much, they couldn't help being curious.

Especially there is such a beautiful young girl standing behind him. In such a turbulent era, if he can take such a woman out for a walk, he is no longer an ordinary person.

"That's just a blessing." Xia said with a smile, "Your future depends on the choices you make, doesn't it?"

"I understand."

Hart nodded, he took a deep breath, and then looked at the people around him, with more confidence and affirmation in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)