Unknown Knight

That night, the captives from the upper area came to the lower area to collect "regular money". Since the rules were set a few days ago, they were much more careful when they came. Usually, only twenty or thirty people would come, and they would take the food back for distribution. There was no need for all of them to go out like at the beginning and run around in the entire city, causing a lot of chaos.

Their leader today was a tribesman named Ghazi, the lord of the Humamu city. This guy was particularly unlucky today as he was targeted by the supervising soldiers while working and was whipped several times for no reason. He was very angry and deliberately came here to collect the "regular money" to ease his mood.

This guy saw a low-level prisoner he didn't like and kicked him in the chest, cursing:

"I'll let you dawdle."

The kick was so strong that the man's eyes rolled back and he almost passed out. He recovered after his companions rubbed him and healed his breath. He was kicked so hard for no reason. The low-level captive complained:

"I wasn't slow at all, why did you hit me?"

This time he really offended Ghazi, so he went up to him without saying a word and started kicking, beating and scolding him. Several high-ranking prisoners who were familiar with him also went up to help beat him. They beat the low-level prisoner even when he struggled and begged for mercy, but he still didn't stop. They beat him so hard that he suddenly remembered what happened during the day.

It turned out that when everyone was talking about the Supreme God Church during the day, this unlucky low-level prisoner was also present. Now he was being kicked and beaten, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he shouted at the soldiers of the Standing Castle patrolling on the city wall:

"Most High God, have mercy! Help! The pagans are beating people!"

This shout seemed to be really divine, and it brought a brief moment of silence to the entire city and the city walls. Then there was the sound of orderly footsteps coming from far away, which was getting closer and closer, accompanied by the friction of armor and the slight collision of weapons.

After a while, a team of about a hundred fully armed soldiers ran down from the city wall.

The leader was none other than Haytham, who had recently been promoted to captain for his meritorious service. He was dressed in heavy armor, looking majestically at all the captives squatting with their heads in their hands, and said in a loud voice:

"That man is so brave that he dared to hit a devout believer of the Supreme God. He should come out and be punished!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the place suddenly became unusually quiet. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound. Only the low-level prisoner who had been beaten was crying quietly.

Haytham didn't waste any words. He took a few steps forward, reached out and grabbed the lower-level prisoner who was still crying on the ground and said:

"The dignity of the Supreme God cannot be violated. Tell me who hit you. Don't worry, the Supreme God Church will definitely protect every loyal believer. I want to see who is so daring as to blatantly bully the Supreme God's believers!"

Fearing that the low-level prisoner would not dare to speak, Haytham added to him.

Finally, under the trembling identification of this low-level prisoner, Ghazi, who led the beating, and several high-level prisoners who helped were arrested.

In full view of the crowd, Haytham had his men strip off their shirts and whipped each of them with ten lashes. Ghazi, the leader of the trouble, was whipped twice as hard, with twenty lashes. He was beaten until his flesh was bloody and he wailed continuously.

From that day on, the atmosphere in the city began to change. The lower-class captives who were bullied and oppressed no longer took the initiative to offer their coarse-grain cakes, and some simply found reasons to refuse. As a result, several conflicts of varying degrees broke out between the two sides.

It was just that every time the conflict became intense and the high-ranking prisoners were about to attack, someone would always shout out the classic words at the right time:

"Most High God, have mercy! Help! The pagans are beating people!"