Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 36: Five Hundred Years is Too Long, We Should Seize the Day

Nabil rushed out of the house naked in full view of everyone. He had something on his mind and walked recklessly.

Seeing this guy walking towards him with his head covered, Simon made way for him and stretched out his legs. Sure enough, there was a bang and Nabil, whose eyesight was not very good at night, tripped and fell.

"Asshole! Damn it! What the hell are you doing so crazy so late at night!" Nabil got up from the ground cursing.

"You guys, are you going to die?!"

Having said this, Nabil slapped Simon in the face.

Simon, who had been well-trained, would naturally not be beaten by this guy with unsteady steps.

After dodging, Nabil's slap missed, but he became even more furious. He rushed towards Simon and was about to slap him.

Seeing that this naked guy was so stubborn, Simon didn't bother to talk nonsense. He raised his leg and kicked Nabil in the abdomen, kicking the guy far away.

After Nabil recovered from the severe pain of being kicked unconscious, he found that his courtyard was brightly lit and torches were lit in many places.

Then, accompanied by a lot of loud noises of kicking doors, the women in his family woke up from their dreams one by one, screaming, and then crying out of fear.

As for him, several shirtless men gathered around him and looked at him unfriendly. Many of these shirtless men had whip marks or other scars left by torture.

Nabil no longer needs to think about how to kill his brother and take the family property alone, because he has no property to inherit at all.

It's not even certain whether he can survive...

In the past, the tax collectors who destroyed families and ruined families are now reaping the consequences.

The smell of blood filled the house, mixed with many people's desperate screams and howls.

It is true that Garys does not like killing people, but some things are not like inviting people to dinner, writing articles, or doing embroidery. They cannot be done so elegantly and calmly.

Perhaps, Garys himself could easily subdue Ahmed's family, but for Simon and his recruits, when faced with those who tried to resist without knowing their own strength or understanding the situation, they could only swing their swords and chop them off.

Because they can't even speak the same language and it's difficult for them to communicate.

This is how it is. When capturing the village chief and the herbalist's family of Monterey Village, it was possible to do so without bloodshed. However, when facing foreigners who are difficult to communicate with, swords become the most powerful tools.

The recruits had no way of judging what the other party was trying to express.

When dawn arrived the next day, many people still survived.

It was Nabil, the eldest son of Ahmed's family. He survived after being beaten black and blue and having several broken ribs. After all, the prisoners rescued by Gairis did not have knives in their hands.

If they simply relied on punching and kicking, they had not had a full meal in recent days and would not have enough strength to kick people.

Simon and his men dragged corpses out of each room and placed them in the courtyard, asking the survivors and prisoners to identify them one by one, so as to record who was dead, who was alive, and whether there were people hiding. They had to see the bodies of the dead and the dead.

And Garys, who was standing aside, wanted to find someone to talk to.

He sat down next to the rescued prisoners. Now, these poor people were eating yeast-free bread from the kitchen with well water. "Eat slowly, don't choke, these things are too hard."

Seeing them wolfing down the food, Garys couldn't help but persuade them.

Finally, one of them felt that he had eaten enough and stopped chewing on the hard bread.

Gailis then asked, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

The man who stopped eating the bread looked at his savior and spoke unfluently. It was obvious that he had not spoken normally for some time. After stuttering for a long time, Gailis still didn't quite understand what he wanted to express.

Another man with a gleam in his eyes took over the topic and gave a concise summary: "We couldn't pay the poll tax, so we borrowed money from Ahmed. When the time came, we couldn't pay the interest, so he arrested us and said that he wanted our families to collect money to redeem us."

"But that's all bullshit, that guy will sell us into slavery to the Franks!"

The dark brown-skinned man had eyes that were piercing and seemed to be burning with flames. In his eyes, Gaillis saw resistance and hatred.

“A Muslim is a Muslim’s brother and he should not oppress him or hand him over to his enemies.”

"Whoever sells a Muslim, the money he gets is cursed."

The words coming out of this man's mouth came from the Hadith, which is a compilation of the words and deeds of the Prophet Muhammad by jurists of all generations. It has a profound influence on Muslim society and is a guide for Muslim behavior and belief.

Slaves are very common in many Muslim societies, but generally speaking, Muslims do not use Muslims as slaves, but mainly rely on capturing or purchasing them from non-Muslims.

Gailis thought again about what he saw and heard last night. It cannot be said that they were separated by a wall. With only a distance of a dozen steps, the living conditions of the two groups were completely different.

Ahmed's relatives lived in a courtyard with flowers and plants, a well and a pergola. They had servants to serve them during the day and had other kinds of fun at night.

Like the man in front of you, he was living with feces and urine in a dungeon and was whipped and tortured.

Even though he shared the same faith as Ahmed, and even though their faith had long stipulated that Muslims should be brothers and should not be slaves to each other.

This is the era in which Gaillis lived, an era of moral decay and social disarray, an era in which all poor people, whether Christians or Muslims, were struggling, yet their religious beliefs urged them to endure.

The Christian faith says that God favors the poor and tells the poor that they can go to heaven after they die, but they should endure worldly sufferings.

Islam also mentions that the poor will enter heaven five hundred years earlier than the rich.

Five hundred years?
When he thought of the words mentioned in these scriptures, Gailis couldn't help but sneer.

"Why bother staring at the heaven after death? What if it's five hundred years earlier?"

"If I tell you that I met Allah some time ago and he told me that there will be another flood on earth and asked me to build another ark, would you believe me?"

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