"My Lord, there seems to be something wrong in the west of the city," the guard in charge of blocking the street suddenly walked quickly to Earl Medde's side. "I heard a strange sound coming from there, so I sent two teams to investigate, but none of them came back."
"What?" Jacques frowned. "You didn't hear it wrong, did you?"
"No, I heard it very clearly. It was like the sound of a person constantly inhaling and exhaling, wheezing and wheezing …" The guard even simulated it a few times.
"Not a tramp snoring?"
"People sleeping outside in this weather would have frozen to death, my lord," the guard insisted. "And if a person could make such a loud snoring sound, he must be at least a giant as tall as the city wall."
The count stared at him for a long time before he turned around and shouted, "Sir Daucan!"
"My lord, you called?" A noble with the Maple Family emblem on his chest came up to him.
"Bring your guards and follow my men to check the pier in the city." Jacques patted him on the shoulder. "Report to me immediately if you find anything."
"Uh... can you find someone else?" The young noble hesitated. "Father told me to go into the castle with you."
"How long will it take to check the pier? It's a long time, "the count said with a smile." Even if the Honeysuckle Family rebels surrender, I'll wait for you here. "
"Well... Okay."
Watching the two leave, Jacques' face turned cold. "What the hell? Do they think they can get the same credit just because they sent their son to the castle with me? His Majesty's secret letter only mentioned me! "" What a good plan! "
Not long after, he vaguely heard gunshots coming from the west.
"What's going on?" Jacques immediately became alert. The eldest son of the Maple Family did not get any guns at all.
Just when he was about to send his Knight to check the situation, the guard who had reported earlier stumbled into the camp. "My, my lord... bad news!"
"What's bad news?"
"The rebel king... the rebel king is here!" The guard said with his eyes wide open. "There are thousands of them, and they're coming to the castle!"
"You mean Roland Wimbledon's team?" Jacques raised his hand and slapped the guard. "There are thousands of them? Do you believe that I won't hang you on top of the city gate right now for spouting nonsense in the camp? "
"Sir, they were indeed holding the flag of the Graycastle royal family." The guard did not dare to dodge, so he knelt on one knee and said, "I wanted Sir Dowkan's squire to capture two people for questioning, but as soon as they rushed over, they, they …"
"So what?" The Count asked, gritting his teeth.
"He was shot down by a concentrated volley of gunfire." The guard's expression was as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. "At that time, there seemed to be countless sparks in the darkness, and the crackling sound almost never stopped! More than twenty of them had only rushed out less than a hundred steps, and they all fell to the ground. Even the horses couldn't stand! " He swallowed his saliva and said, "Sir, I've never seen such a concentrated shooting. If there weren't more than a thousand people, how could they kill Sir's guards in an instant?"
"Where's the eldest son of the Maple Family?"
"He's … already escaped."
The Count sat on the chair with his legs weak. How could this be possible? His mind was in a mess. Counting the time it took for the news to come and go, the four families started to act yesterday at noon, and Prince Roland could arrive at Longsong Stronghold tonight. Did it mean that he could travel back and forth between the two places in one day? Even a sailing ship with the wind all the way could not achieve this speed! And a thousand people was even more like a fantasy. To transport so many people in one breath, at least a large fleet was needed, but the information from Border Town showed that they did not even have a ship before winter!
How could things become like this?
No, the more it was like this, the calmer he had to be. Jacques wiped the sweat off his forehead. The number of people should have been bullsh * t by the guards. He was completely scared out of his wits by the gunfire. Without the light of a torch, who knew how many people were standing in the dark dock area. Moreover, the range of the guns was only about 40 steps or so. Although the power was amazing, the loading speed and hit rate were extremely low. Even if all of them were equipped with these weapons, the street leading to the Castle area could at most accommodate more than 20 people side by side. As long as the Wild Rose Family and the Wolf Family were informed, they could gather the Knight together and wait for the enemy to shoot at once. Then the other mercenaries and guards would swarm in, and maybe they could defeat the enemy.
After all, fighting in the streets was not like fighting in the wild. The loading time of the guns was too fatal.
"Damn it," Jacques slammed the armrest of the chair and ordered the captain of the guard, "Go and invite the Count of the Wild Rose Family and the Viscount of the Wolf Family here. In addition, I want all the people with guns to block the entrance of the Castle area. Go!"
Anyway, the training of guns was much faster than the training of crossbows. First, let this group of people delay the enemy's advance. It would not hurt if some of them died. If necessary, the Knight could directly step over them.
However, the news brought by the captain of the guard stunned the Count. "The two of them have left the camp with their men!"
In order to prevent Pérot from escaping, the four families each occupied one side of the Castle area. He did not expect that they would receive the news faster than him.
At this time, there was a lot of gunfire outside the Castle area. Just as the guard had reported, it was like a dense drum beat, which could be heard clearly even in the windy and snowy night.
"These bastards!" Jacques felt a chill in his heart. He looked at the castle for the last time and had to order a retreat. Of course, it was only himself and his guards. As for the people still in the castle, he had no time to care about them.
After rushing out of the Castle area, the Count found that the situation was not good.
The enemy was everywhere outside, and any knight who tried to cross the blockade would be mercilessly shot down. The weapons in their hands seemed as if they didn't need to be reloaded, and they could shoot several times in one breath, which was completely different from the flintlock that Timothy had sent! The scene was chaotic. Except for Sir Daucan who had escaped first, the other three families were trapped here.
"Sir, what should we do?"
"Call the armored team," he shouted. "We'll follow the iron shields and rush in the same direction!"
When the three armored teams slowly moved forward with their shields, the other Knight also noticed the movement here and almost simultaneously followed. If they could not break through the enemy's line of defense this time, they were afraid that they would never have a chance to escape.
However, Jacques' plan failed... When they were still a hundred steps away from the enemy, the enemy's weapons sprayed dazzling flames. The shields that should be able to block lead bullets were shot full of holes by the oncoming bullets. The shield-bearers in the front row were instantly killed, and the splashing metal fragments pierced through their bodies. A thick mist of blood rose behind the iron shields.
Before the Count could shout the order to charge, he was directly knocked to the ground by a round of gunfire. (To be continued.)
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