"My lord, there seems to be something wrong with the pier area in the west of the city," the guard in charge of blocking the street suddenly walked quickly to Earl Med, "I heard a strange sound over there, and sent two teams of people to investigate the situation. None of them came back."
"What?" Jacques Made frowned, "You must have heard it wrong, right?"
"No, I can hear it clearly, it's like the sound of a person constantly breathing in and out, whirring..." The guard also simulated it twice.
"Isn't the homeless snoring?"
"People sleeping outside in this weather would have froze to death, my lord," the guard insisted. "And if people can snort so loudly, they must be at least a giant close to the city wall."
The earl stared at him for a long time before turning his head and shouting, "Sir Dokan!"
"Sir, are you calling me?" A nobleman with the Maple Leaf family crest on his chest came over.
"Bring your escort and follow my men to check the city's pier," Jacques patted his shoulder. "If you have any news, report it to me immediately."
"Uh... can you find someone else?" the young noble hesitated, "Father told me that I must enter the castle with you."
"How long does it take to go to the pier? There's still time to spend here," the earl said with a smile. "Even if Honeysuckle rebels and surrenders, I'll be waiting for you here."
"OK then."
Watching the two leave, Jacques' face turned cold, what the hell, do you think that sending a son to enter the castle with me is equivalent to having the same credit? This abacus is too good, but I am the only one mentioned in His Majesty's secret letter!
After a while, he vaguely heard gunshots from the west.
what happened? Jacques suddenly became vigilant. The parents and sons of Maple Leaf didn't get muskets at all.
Just when he was about to send his knight to check the situation, the personal guard who had reported earlier stumbled into the camp, "Sir, sir... it's not good!"
"What's wrong?"
"The traitor... the traitor is here!" he said with wide eyes, "there are thousands of people who are coming to the castle!"
"You mean Roland Wimbledon's team?" Jacques raised his hand and slapped the guards, "How many thousand people? If you talk nonsense in the camp, believe it or not, I will hang you to the city gate now?"
"My lord, what they are holding is indeed the flag of the Graycastle Royal Family," the guards dared not to dodge, so they had to kneel down and said, "I wanted Ser Dokan's squires to arrest two people to ask about the situation, but they As soon as I rushed over, just, just…”
"What's the matter?" asked the count through gritted teeth.
"It was knocked down by a dense platoon 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 hardly stopped! More than 20 people just rushed. Within a hundred paces, they all fell to the ground, not even a horse could stand!" He swallowed, "My lord, I have never seen such an intensive shooting, if it weren't for more than a thousand shootings. Man, how could they have killed the Jazz's guards in an instant?"
"Where's the eldest son of the Maple Leaf family?"
"Already... run away."
The Count sat on the chair with weak feet. How could this be possible? 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 will be able to arrive at the Changge Fortress tonight. Does it mean that he can travel between the two places in just one day? This speed is impossible even for a sailboat with a downwind all the way! And a thousand people is more like a fantasy, to transport so many people in one go, at least a huge fleet is needed, and the information from Border Town shows that they don't even have a single ship before winter!
How did things turn out like this
No, the more this is the case, the more calm he needs to be. Jacques Meade wiped the sweat from his forehead. The number of guards should be nonsense. He was completely frightened by the opponent's volley of muskets. Know how many people stand in the dark quayside. Moreover, the range of the musket is only about 40 steps. Although its power is amazing, its reloading speed and hit rate are extremely low. Even if everyone is equipped with this kind of weapon, the streets leading to the castle district can only accommodate 20 people side by side at most. many people. As long as you notify the Wild Rose Family and Ben Lang Family, gather all the knights together, and immediately launch a charge after the other party shoots, other mercenaries and guards will swarm up, and maybe they will be able to defeat the opponent.
After all, fighting in the streets is no better than the field, and the reload time of the musket is too deadly.
"Damn it," Jacques slammed down the armrest of the chair and instructed the captain of the guard, "Go and invite the Earl of Briar Rose and the Viscount of the Benwolf family here, and I want everyone with muskets to block the castle. The entrance to the district, hurry up!"
Anyway, muskets are much faster to train than bows and crossbows. Let this group of people delay each other's progress first, and it won't hurt to die a few. If necessary, the knight can step directly over them.
But the news brought by the chief guard made the count stunned, "The two of them have left the camp with their men!"
In order to make Pei Luo nowhere to escape, the four major families each occupied one side of the castle area, but they unexpectedly received the news faster than themselves.
At this time, there were already a lot of gunshots outside the castle area, just like what 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. He finally glanced at the castle and had to order a retreat. Of course, it was just himself and the personal guards. As for the people still in the castle, he had no time to care.
After rushing out of the castle area, the earl realized that something was wrong.
The figure of the enemy is everywhere outside. Any knight who tries to cross the blockade will be knocked down mercilessly. The weapons in their hands are like they don’t need to be loaded. Not the same thing! The scene was chaotic. Except for Sir Dokan, who fled first, all the other three families were trapped here.
"Sir, what should we do?"
"Call the Iron Armor," he yelled, "we'll follow behind the Iron Shield and run in one direction together!"
When the three iron armored teams that finally came together slowly advanced with their shields on, the rest of the knights also noticed the movement here, and followed almost at the same time. escaped from here.
However, Jacques Meade's abacus was in vain... When he was still a hundred paces away from the opponent, the enemy's weapon spurted dazzling fire, and the shield that was supposed to block the lead shot was hit by the bullets from the pavement. The shield lifter was instantly killed, and the splashing metal shards penetrated through each body, and a dense blood mist rose behind the iron shield.
Before the count could call out the order to charge, he was knocked to the ground by a volley. (.)
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