savior epic

Chapter 104 The Liberator

Men have a new title: liberators.

At first, it was just Kassel, the former little nobleman, calling him that, which was quite joking.Unknowingly, this title spread in the army, and those who followed him all the way revered him from the bottom of their hearts, and no one was more suitable for this title than him.

These people would not call him that in person, but when these people faced other people, "Liberator" was a title that would never be skipped.

The Alan Biin Territory was quickly built up, and a year later, the man chose to expand the territory in order to liberate more slaves.

The army has expanded to 150 people. Under the supervision of men, the training has never been slack. These people full of fighting spirit, they are united under the leadership of men and under the banner of the Lord.

With such an army full of fighting spirit and weapons, they easily captured the other two baronies one after another.

One of the advantages of being located in the borderlands is that it is difficult or even impossible to spread the news of the change of ownership of the territory. In addition, every time this group of people goes, except for distributing food, they will cut off the shackles of everyone. Therefore, they Supported by people.

As they expanded, countless people converted to the Lord of salvation, most of them oppressed slaves.

As for those individual slaves who had descended from the superior, these resisted most fiercely in the few battles, and the men handed them over to the freed for judgment.

Most of them were sentenced to death or exiled into the desert.

With the expansion of the territory, the name "Elanbyin" gradually refers not only to a certain barony, but to all territories under the control of the liberator.

Under Kassel's proposal, the three baronies were collectively called the city-state of Alan Bien.

With the establishment of the city-state, new written laws must also be implemented in every inch of the city-state.

The man drew his knowledge from old Figg's entries in his diary, in those concerning Jacob's Republic.

The city-state assembly was established under the auspices of the man and Kassel. Each village has an equal number of participants, and most of the participants are local sages elected by the locality.

The assembly examines various laws that have been implemented to various places, and votes are held with ears of wheat and pottery tablets.

And one of the most important conferences was the formal abolition of the old laws.

Although the new written laws have been widely implemented everywhere, the old laws are still in effect among the citizens of the city-state.

And there is no shortage of sages who advocate the preservation of the old laws and the simultaneous parallel implementation of the new laws and the old laws.

"Citizens, we are all people who have just broken the shackles. Not long ago, we were still working on the fields. If we abolish all the old laws at once, how much chaos should it bring us."

Myron now stands in front of everyone and advocates Taoism on behalf of those sages.

Meron, who supported the preservation of the old law, was one of the first to follow the revolt.

Under such circumstances, Cassel stood up.

Cassell gave a speech, discussing in moving terms the irrationality of the old law, and at the same time telling vividly of the suffering past and the oppression he had witnessed.

The crowd erupted in bursts of applause until someone rang the gong, signaling the end of Kassel's speech.

Finally, the man stepped out, and everyone looked at the liberator.

With just one sentence, he won the support of everyone.

"I just know, no, everybody knows,"

The man pauses for a moment, his fingers trembling with excitement,
"Our conscience overrides our oppressive old laws!"

Along with a statue of the hero Mariel, people pushed out and smashed it in the name of the Lord with a great sense of ritual.

The old law has since been completely abolished.

The new written law, supported by countless shards of assent.

With the closing of the city-state assembly, every freed slave has a new title: citizen.

Everything is moving towards a brighter future.

As a result, Kassel wrote in a long poem in the future:
【This is by the will of the Lord, and even more inspired by conscience.

The city where hope begins, so that faith and hope fall into the hearts of the people.

Since then,

This suffering nation,

All the wandering Shanbu people,
Where did they bring the new laws,

Where is their hometown. 】

The city-state of Alanbiin had been built for three full years. The man watched the city-state army grow from a team of five at the beginning to 560 people, including artisans, doctors, and priests accompanying the army.

Sooner or later, even the most obtuse aristocrats will sense the rise of a new power nearby.

In fact, at first, the nobles in the borderlands just thought that the barony was annexed by some relative. However, when they checked the genealogy, they were shocked to find that the person who led the entire city-state was not in any genealogy, not even The name, all they knew, was that the man was called the Liberator.

The nobles began to panic, especially the small nobles such as the barons, who initially planned to surrender to the city-state.

The city-state of Alanbiyin accepted the submission of the minor nobles as quickly as possible, and at the same time gave these minor nobles a new identity: citizens.

"They have only two options: accepting citizenship or dying with titles. There is no middle ground." At the city-state assembly, the man said so.

The baronies that had surrendered at the beginning were annexed one by one, and the vacillating nobles thoroughly understood the city-state's intentions. These people united to form a slave army of thousands of people.

Correspondingly, they called men "rebels" and completely denied the title "liberator" from the law at the joint meeting of nobles they organized.

The frontal war broke out in the second half of the year.

The city-state army composed of more than 500 people, all wearing breastplates and helmets made of copper and iron, lined up neatly.

This army unites as one, holding up their shields against the bows and arrows and stone throwing of the slave army.

The man stands among the troops, he is fully armed and sits on a horse, beside Cassel holding a banner.

The sky above the head, the mantle was dim, and the man drew his long sword in high spirits.

Keck, Colvin, Myron, Kassel, Abdul, the original people are still standing firmly by their side.

When the infantry reached the charging distance, the man clapped his horse forward, holding his long sword high.

"Charge! Charge to the old law, charge to the old statue, charge to the old king!"

"To the old faith!"

Up and down the desert plain, the army roared to charge. First, the infantry fought forward, and the slave army only resisted for a while, and then they were defeated by their high morale.

Afterwards, a group of cavalry and horses sprinted to a certain distance, and rushed towards the enemy who resisted firmly. They were personal soldiers commanded by nobles and composed of high-class slaves.

The cavalry wielded scimitars or lances, and waved butcher knives at the nobles who were attracted by the infantry or chaotically rushed by the fleeing slave army, tearing and beheading the slaves one after another.

This is a one-sided crush. Once these people who have not yet lost their hope are liberated from the shackles, they will burst out with an unrivaled momentum.

It wasn't until all the nobles were captured that the man discovered that the entire battle lasted less than an hour from the beginning to the end.

The man stood among the soldiers cheering victory. He dismounted and walked into the crowd.

"Long live the liberator! Long live the consul!"

"Long live Elan must!"

"Glory be to my Lord!"

The man listened to their cheers and lost himself in it.

"Lord, do you see that?"

The Archon knew that there was still a wider land waiting for them to liberate, waiting for one victory after another.

At this time, no one would have thought that the man would experience a big defeat in the near future.

For this reason, he was forced to flee into the desert and wandered for ninety days.

It would be an extremely cruel ordeal. He thought he was indestructible, but all his fighting spirit was almost wiped out there.

However, when he walked out.

All those who have not lost hope will soon walk out of Egypt, which oppresses them.

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