"My lord, something seems to be wrong in the area of the docks west of the city," the guard in charge of blocking the street suddenly walked quickly to Count Med's side, "I heard a strange sound from there, and sent two teams of men in quick succession to investigate the situation, but none of them returned. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What?" said Jacques Dmide, frowning, "you can't have heard it wrong, have you?"

"No, I can hear it very clearly, it's like the sound of a person constantly inhaling and exhaling, snorting ......and snorting like this," the guard simulated twice.

"Isn't it a homeless man snoring?"

"Those who sleep outside in this weather will freeze to death, my lord," insisted the guard, "and if a person can snore so loudly, it must be at least a giant close to the city walls." ”

The Earl stared at him for a long time before turning his head and shouting, "Sir Daucand!"

"Your Excellency, you call me?" a nobleman with a maple leaf family crest on his chest walked over.

"Take your guards and go with my men to check the docks in the city," Jacques patted him on the shoulder, "Report to me as soon as you have any news." ”

"Uh...... Can you find someone else?" said the young nobleman, hesitating, "Father told me that I must enter the castle with you. ”

"How long does it take to get to the docks?" said the Earl," the Count laughed, "and even if Honeysuckle rebelled and surrendered, I would be waiting for you here." ”

"That'...... All right. ”

Watching the two of them leave, Jacques's face turned cold, what the hell, do you think that sending a son into the castle with me is equivalent to having the same credit? This calculation is too good, Your Majesty's secret letter only mentions me alone!

Not long after, he faintly heard gunfire in the west.

What is going on? Jacques suddenly became vigilant, the Maple Leaf family didn't get the musket at all.

Just as he was about to transfer his knight to check on the situation, the guard who had reported earlier stumbled into the camp, "Great, great...... Oh no!"

"What's wrong?"

"Rebel King...... The traitor is coming!" he said, his eyes widened, "there are several thousand, and they are coming to the castle!"

"You mean Roland Wimbledon's team?" Jacques slapped his guard, "Thousands of them,,, I'm going to hang you to the gates right now?"

"My lord, they are indeed holding the banner of the royal family of the Grey Castle," the guards did not dare to dodge, so they had to kneel down on one knee and said, "I wanted Sir Dawkan's servants to arrest two people to inquire about the situation, but as soon as they rushed over, they ......."

"What's the matter?" asked the Count, gritting his teeth.

"I was knocked down by a dense volley of guns," the guard's expression seemed to see something extremely terrifying, "At that time, there seemed to be countless sparks in the darkness, and the crackling sound barely stopped! More than twenty people had just rushed out less than a hundred paces, and they all fell to the ground, and not even a horse could stand!" He swallowed, "My lord, I have never seen such a dense shooting, if it weren't for more than a thousand people, how could they have killed the knight's guards in an instant?"

"What about the eldest son of the Maple Leaf family?"

"Already...... Ran. ”

The Earl sat on the chair with his feet weak, how could this be? His head was in a mess, counting the time when the news came and went, the four major families started to act at noon yesterday, and the fourth prince would be able to reach the Changge Fortress tonight, wouldn't it mean that he would be able to travel back and forth between the two places in just one day? This speed would not be possible even for a sailing ship with a smooth wind! And a thousand people were more like a fantasy, to be able to transport so many people in one go, at least a huge fleet was needed, and the intelligence from the border towns showed that they didn't even have a ship before winter!

How did things come to this?

No, the more this is the more calm, Jacques Dmitry wiped the sweat from his forehead, the number of people must be the nonsense of the guards, he was simply frightened by the volley of muskets of the other side, without the lighting of torches, who knows how many people stood in the dark dock area. Moreover, the musket had a range of only about forty paces, and although it was incredibly powerful, the reloading speed and accuracy were extremely low, and even if all of them were equipped with such weapons, the streets leading to the castle district would only accommodate more than twenty people side by side at most. As long as you notify the Wild Rose and the Running Wolf, gather all the knights together, and wait for the opponent to start a charge after a round of shots, and the other mercenaries and guards will rush up, and you may be able to defeat the opponent.

After all, fighting in the streets is no better than in the field, and the reloading time of muskets is too deadly.

"Damn it," Jacques slammed down the arm of his chair and ordered the chief of the guard, "go and get Count Briar and the Viscount of the Running Wolves here, and I want all the men with muskets to block the entrance to the castle district, go quickly!"

Anyway, muskets are much faster to train than bows and crossbows, so let this group delay the pace of each other's progress first, and it won't hurt to kill a few. If necessary, the knight can step directly on them.

But the news brought by the chief of the guard made the count stunned, "The two of them have already left the camp with their men!"

In order to make Pero have nowhere to escape, the four major families each occupy one side of the castle district, but they didn't expect to receive this news faster than themselves.

At this time, a series of gunshots had already sounded outside the castle area, just like the guards had reported before, like a dense drum beat, which could be heard clearly even on a snowy night.

"These bastards!" Jacques felt a chill in his heart, and he took one last look at the castle and had to order a retreat - only himself and his guards, of course, and he had no time to care about those who remained in the castle.

Rushing out of the castle district, the Count realized that something was wrong.

There were enemies everywhere outside, and any knight who tried to cross the blockade would be knocked down without mercy, and the weapons in their hands were as if they didn't need to be loaded, and they could fire several shots in one go, which was completely different from the muskets sent by Tifeco!

"My lord, what are we going to do?"

"Call the Iron Armor," he yelled, "and we'll follow the Iron Shield and rush in one direction together!"

When the three ironclad teams that had managed to get together slowly advanced with their shields on their heads, the rest of the knights also noticed the movement and almost unanimously followed—if they couldn't break through the opponent's defense this time, they probably wouldn't have a chance to escape from this place again.

However, Jacques Dmide's plan failed...... When he was still a hundred steps away from the opponent, the enemy's weapon spewed dazzling fire, and the shield that was supposed to be able to block the lead shot was riddled with bullets from the surface, and the shield bearer in the front row was instantly killed, and the flying metal debris penetrated a body, and a thick blood mist rose behind the iron shield.

Before the Count could shout the order to charge, he was knocked to the ground by a volley. (To be continued.) )