After Becoming The Tyrant

Chapter 2: The king comes

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The leader of the cavalry saw a flash of silver light on the carriage. He realized it was bad, but it was too late.

Zhu Chi is simply a lunatic. He carried the pressure of the approaching cavalry alone, and he just endured until the distance between the two sides was reduced to within range before raising his bow.

"Be careful-"

The leader shouted.

Zhu Chi pulled the tiller with moleskin gloves. The pointed beak at the front end of the crossbow is released from the nut bayonet. The nut rolls and the bowstring is released. [1] A little cold light shot out from the carriage like a shooting star, and in a blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the unsuspecting knights. The sharp arrow pierced the air and pierced the chainmail in the next moment.

A puddle of blood splashed up, and the leader let go of the reins and fell from the horse. The horses behind stepped over his corpse.

"crossbow!"

The rest of the knights were shocked and angry.

As we all know, the crossbow is called "the cursed thing".

With simple training, ordinary peasants can shoot knights with it. Not even the finest chain mail can defend against it. Therefore, as early as three hundred years ago, it was absolutely forbidden to be used in the war of the saints.

The anger of the knights had no effect on Zhu Chi in the carriage.

His pale blue eyes seemed to be frozen with ice.

The sharp iron arrows shot out in a row with "咻", "咻" and "咻".

The rest of the chasing cavalry fell one after another. They mistakenly listened to the master's words, and took the lonely king as a prey to be captured by light cavalry. At this time, the lonely carriage was no longer an easy reward, but a terrifying devil.

The cavalry became frightened and began to want to retreat.

At this time, the body of the carriage vibrated violently, and Zhu Chi was not so lucky this time, and his shoulders slammed into the wall of the carriage. The lips were bitten by the teeth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, the familiar smell of rust.

By the moonlight, the last cavalryman could clearly see the face of the man holding the bow in the car.

The king, seen as "a cruel and worthless", had a delicate pale face, a tinge of scarlet on his thin lips, and he held a cursed weapon in his hand, as if from hell.

The cavalry shivered, lost the courage to fight alone, turned their horses and rushed into the darkness.

At this time, the mad horse had already pulled the carriage and rushed to the wooden fence at the entrance of the canyon.

The soldiers guarding behind the wooden fence were frightened by the out-of-control carriage, and crawled away to both sides. The horses with white air from their noses and mouths looked like the mounts of the devil at this time, and they rammed the fence with their carriages.

Thanks to the king's carriage of solid oak and metal, it barely fell apart.

The canyon is neither long nor short, and it quickly rushes to the end.

"Your Majesty! The pontoon bridge was cut off!"

As soon as he rushed out of the canyon, the head of the inner court was shocked by the scene in front of him and his face turned pale. He frantically pulled the reins back, trying to stop the steeds from happening, his voice shifting a little in panic.

Out of the canyon is the meandering Doma River. At this time, it is the middle of winter, and the river bank and the river surface are frozen together. The moonlight shone on the blue and white glacier, and it was clear that the pontoon bridge that had been erected on the river had been cut in half, leaving only a few holes where a thin layer of ice had just formed.

"Pass by!"

Zhu was too late to see the situation on the river with his own eyes, and scolded him sharply.

As soon as the voice fell, it was a whirlwind.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

At the last minute, the steward of the inner court reluctantly changed the direction of the horses. The carriage rubbed the ice hole and slid out most of the distance of the river, leaving a long white mark on the smooth ice in an instant. When approaching the river bank, the connection between the carriage and the front axle was completely broken.

The carriage was thrown out and overturned on the ice.

The Chief Inner Court followed William III to the battlefield, and his response was fairly quick, and he jumped onto the ice at the last moment without any damage.

Not having time to rejoice in his good fortune, the head of the inner court threw himself at the overturned carriage in horror.

"His Majesty!"

His voice was sharp and urgent.

"To shut up."

Zhu Chi climbed out of the carriage, pressing the ice surface with one hand and covering his head with the other. He was panting, and the white mist came out of his mouth. The brain has not recovered from the dizziness.

Seeing that he was safe and sound, the head of the Inner Court knelt down on the ice with a "poof", stretched out his hand and clicked on his chest: "Blessed by the Lord, blessed by the Lord."

Weeping with joy.

"Come here."

Zhu Chi almost laughed at him.

God bless no one can bless him who sells his soul to the devil.

"Oh oh oh."

The head of the inner court came to his senses and hurried over to help Zhu Chi up.

Fortunately, it is already close to the river bank, and the ice layer is frozen solid. With the help of the chief of the inner court, Zhu Chi boarded the river bank.

The carriage was damaged, and one of the four horses pulling the carriage had a broken neck and a broken leg. The remaining two, with some minor injuries, stood on the bank of the river, shaking their horses' hooves uneasily.

Zhu Chi ordered the chief of the inner court to burn the carriage, and he held his wrist and looked at the other side.

I saw that fire started to appear in the canyon on the other side, and those people finally reacted. They stopped by the river, not daring to rush through the ice like Zhu Chi did. The water level in Doma is very deep, and the river is often turbulent under the ice, and no one knows if a foot will break through the ice hole.

When the carriage was burnt down, the Chief Inner Court saw the crossbow thrown on the ice.

His face changed and he didn't dare to say anything.

There's a fire here, and there's a torch there.

Zhu Chi watched it for a while, sneered, and said to the inner court manager, "Let's go."

Mourne Castle.

This is where the Doma River and the Naxi River meet, and the Moen Castle is a solid river fortress here.

Under normal circumstances, even if the nobles were imprisoned, the prison life would not be too bad, even a decent luxury. But for the past month, the old Duke of Buckingham, the king's only real uncle, has been imprisoned in the notorious prison of the Central Tower of Meorn.

Torture, extortion, coldness, and filth are rife in the Meren Tower.

The Old Duke of Buckingham, the half-brother of William III, followed William III in battle for thirty years. He used to be an extremely aggressive military strategist, but in the years in which he was in power for his nephew, the old duke gradually settled down and became extra cautious.

A month ago, his son suffered a defeat in the expedition against Blasey's kingdom, not only lost three important towns, but even himself was captured by Blasey's palace.

The ransom paid by Blasey Kingdom was 20,000 pounds[2], which is an astonishing amount.

This defeat made the people very angry, and a rumor spread:

- The old Duke of Buckingham accepted a bribe from an enemy country to deliberately defeat his son because he knew the king would not abandon his cousin.

The king in the palace was offended.

So the Duke of Buckingham was locked up in the Tower of Mern.

However, these are only cosmetic reasons.

"Have you seen the king's order of execution?"

In charge of guarding the old Duke of Buckingham is the Lord of Meurne Castle, Earl of Walter.

"Look."

The earl's butler replied.

"Did he promise to choose us?"

"No."

The old Duke of Buckingham only glanced at the order and threw it on the ground, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

Earl Walter snorted and cursed, "Then let him go to hell."

"I don't know why, my lord."

The butler hesitated for a moment, then spoke cautiously.

"I felt a little bit uneasy, like something bad was about to happen."

"The guillotine and the executioner are ready."

Earl Walter said contemptuously.

The count even had a spare time to make a bad joke.

"He can't escape it—unless the king comes in person."

The author has something to say: — the following are notes, which can be omitted —

[1] The structure of the crossbow refers to Zhong Shaoyi's monograph "Golden Ge Iron Halberd"

[2] The Legrand economic system is set in reference to England around the thirteenth century: in pounds, shillings and pennies. 1 shilling = 12 pence, 1 pound = 20 shillings. The only coin in circulation is the silver penny. 240 silver pennies equal the same pound. The average income of an aristocrat was about £200 a year, and even a person earning £20 a year was relatively wealthy at that time. Therefore, the 20,000-pound ransom offered by the kingdom of Blaisey would be considered an exorbitant price, which is jaw-dropping.

[The economic and monetary system will be introduced later when it is involved. If you don’t understand it, you can ignore the comments]