The sound of the blade tearing through the air reached Jason's ears!
Not for him.
but in...
Behind the carriage, near the city gate.
Jason turned his head subconsciously, and immediately saw a figure covered in a gray-black cloak, jumping down from the top of the city gate, and piercing the patrol soldier's body with a sharp knife.
puff!
"ah!"
The rapid and short-lived screams of the patrolling soldiers stopped abruptly, and the corpse was held in the hands of a figure holding a sharp knife, as if showing off a spoil.
"Renaissance meeting!"
"Immortal!"
After shouting this sentence, the other party dropped the body of the patrol soldier and ran towards the outside of Taoer City.
Everything happened between lightning and flint.
When the opponent was about to run out of the city gate, the remaining soldiers reacted.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
A soldier captain in the guard post by the city gate rushed out, shouting loudly.
All the soldiers raised the flintlock rifles in their hands. They skillfully bit open the fixed paper shell bullets, poured part of the gunpowder inside into the fire pool, and stuffed the remaining gunpowder and projectiles into the barrel with cleaning rods.
In about 20 seconds, all soldiers completed this action.
Then, facing the distant figure, he pulled the trigger.
bang bang bang!
The dense bullets covered the figure like raindrops.
Perhaps the aiming accuracy of a flintlock rifle exceeds a certain distance, and it is impossible to directly hit the aimed target, but when ten or twenty flintlock rifles fire at the same time, the covering strike makes the 'hit Rates' skyrocketed.
Just like this time.
The figure that had already rushed nearly 200 meters was knocked down to the ground.
The soldiers quickly surrounded them with their bayonet-loaded flintlock rifles.
The person who fell to the ground did not die directly. When the soldiers surrounded him, the figure turned over, but the limping appearance doomed the other party's end.
It's just that the other party doesn't seem to care.
"Renaissance meeting!"
"Immortal!"
Shouting such slogans, the man waved the long sword in his hand and rushed towards the soldiers.
bang bang bang!
Another intensive shooting.
This time is different from the previous one that weakened the power of the projectile because of the distance.
At a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of the flintlock rifle was almost maximized.
The man fell straight to the ground.
There were bullet wounds all over his body.
When he died, the opponent never let go of the long sword in his hand.
Jason was able to see this scene clearly with a field of vision that was more than three times that of ordinary people.
In the same way, unlike the ordinary people who crowded around, just to watch the 'accident', Jason was always paying attention to his surroundings.
Therefore, he could see the flicker of sadness on the face of the coachman Peters.
Then, there was more confusion and bewilderment.
The people around were excitedly discussing the 'revival meeting'.
"Another lunatic from the revival party!"
"A group of fools who only know swords!"
"How can a sword compare with a flintlock?"
"I heard that they still reject steam engines and think that horses are the best!"
"A bunch of stupid guys!"
The discussion made Jason quickly know what kind of existence this organization called "Revival Society" was.
Admiring everything before the rise of gunpowder weapons.
Repelled any organization linked to things like steam engines.
Be aggressive and bloody.
And the strength of the members... not weak!
Just like the bloody assassin just now, whether it was the assassination of the opponent who jumped from a high place or the speed of his escape, they had already reached the limit of an ordinary person.
It is simply impossible to do it without years of effective training.
But facing a group of 'gunners' who have also been trained, even if the training time is less than one-tenth of him, they are still no match.
well!
A low sigh sounded from the mouth of the coachman Peters.
Then, the coachman began to quickly restrain his emotions.
He didn't realize that Jason had been watching him from the beginning to the end.
"Sir, we need to speed up."
Said Peters, who had changed back to his normal coachman appearance again.
"good."
Jason said and returned to the carriage.
Snapped!
With the sound of the whip, the carriage passed through the streets of Taur.
The cobblestone pavement has long been polished smooth, except for a few gaps, which still form the outline, and the original appearance cannot be seen at all. The carriage is driving on it without the slightest bump.
When turning into Taoer's main street, the stone pavement becomes even smoother, but the buildings on both sides become more and more 'crowded'.
The first and second floors are still brick and stone buildings that Jason often sees. When the third floor is above, it becomes a wooden building, and it seems to make the 'room' bigger. The 'wall' of the wooden building almost protrudes to the wall of the masonry building. The extension makes people feel "top-heavy" when they see it, and some places are covered with wooden boards less than 30 cm wide, forming a series of "overpasses".
This was something Jason hadn't seen in 'Lord'.
'Lord' is also crowded, but well planned.
The Taoer in front of him made Jason feel a mess.
However, it is still full of vitality.
Looking up at the people walking on the 'overpass', there is basically no need to think about other than worrying that the other party will fall and hit you.
The carriage finally stopped at the end of the main street, in front of a shop called 'Charles'.
A signboard similar to that of 'Delin Automobile Co., Ltd.' represents the 'alliance' of both parties.
When Peters handed over the certificate of 'Derlin' to the owner of 'Charles', Jason was immediately warmly received by the fat boss.
"In the afternoon, of course afternoon tea is needed."
As the fat boss spoke, he brought over the shelves containing snacks and fruits.
Unlike the upper and lower shelves that Jason saw in Jedalen before, Taoer's shelf is not only divided into three tiers, but also has a bowl-like container on the top tier, with a pudding inside.
The caramel juice was poured over the pudding, and two silver spoons were placed on either side.
The middle and lower floors were no different from what Jason had seen before, with small biscuits and fruits on them.
"How much sugar and milk do you need?"
The fat boss asked Jason with a sugar bowl and teapot.
"Thanks."
"Clean tea is fine."
Jason responded.
The fat boss immediately poured a cup of tea for Jason, and then sat across from Jason, chatting while eating.
The fat boss is undoubtedly a talkative and familiar person.
Even if Jason didn't speak, he could still speak happily.
"You guys are from Jedalen, do you know the Mawson Circus?"
"They were really unlucky. Not only did the lion suddenly lose control and kill someone, but the lion also disappeared later."
"The head of the Mawson Circus had to leave Jedalen with a large deposit."
"However, their performance at Tower was a success."
"Although that guy Mosen is an asshole, but just because he is an asshole, there is always a way to get through the crisis."
Listening to the fat boss's narration, Jason subconsciously thought of his lion skin mattress.
Very comfortable and warm, it is a good helper for him to read.
At this time, the fat boss suddenly looked around, moved his face closer, and said in a low voice:
"I heard that bastard Mo Sen secretly started offering sacrifices to evil gods in order to get rich!"
"That poor girl who was bitten to death is a sacrifice!"
"and… "
"He is going to sacrifice more!"
The fat boss's voice became deeper and deeper.
Even, with a strange hoarseness.
But the fat boss himself did not notice such an abnormality.
In the same way, he didn't notice that the...
Corpse spots!