Cohen, one of Herbert's three apprentices.
He looked terrible at the moment. His face and body were covered in bloody whip marks. His broken leg didn't recover, instead, it looked even worse. Even when he walked, he had to be supported.
Cohen looked like he was on the verge of death. He was thrown into a wagon by the escorts.
Kieran frowned.
Based on what he knew, Cohen, Joanna and Harold should have left Herl City or even Langdon Kingdom.
"Did something happen?"
Kieran looked at the wagon that was escorting Cohen. He didn't slow down his steps as he secretly chased after the wagon.
Aside from the information that Cohen knew, their friendship in the past was enough for Kieran to save him.
Kieran glanced over the convoy.
Other than the two driving the wagon and the two in the carriage, there were six other people in the convoy. There were two at the front and two at the back, one on the left and one on the right.
Each of them carried a flintlock rifle on their back and had a flintlock pistol and a longsword at their waist.
Their eyes were sharp and their expressions were stern.
Even after following the wagon for quite a distance, their expressions didn't change and their breaths were steady.
Elite soldiers!
They were similar to the elite soldiers that Kieran had seen before.
However, it made Kieran doubtful.
"Escorting a heavily injured person like Cohen still requires such elite soldiers?"
Kieran looked around.
The darkness didn't block Kieran's sight. SS + Intuition was enough for Kieran to see through the normal darkness. His hearing was also able to pick up the tiny noises.
…
Harold, who had three bodyguards with him, lowered his body and followed Pierre with a crouching posture. The young student was holding the flintlock pistol in his hand and his palm was sweating nervously.
Although he was fully prepared, when the time came, the young student still couldn't get used to it.
Worry and apprehension filled his heart.
However, when he thought about his friend who was captured, the young student clenched his teeth.
He couldn't watch his friend being locked up and interrogated like this.
Because he knew very well how ruthless his enemy was.
If he did not take this opportunity to save his good friend, then … his good friend would really be done for!
"Harold, bring two men with you and cover for them!"
"The last one, come with me!"
The old scholar's butler said calmly.
Having been a mercenary for ten years, Pierre was used to this kind of situation, even if he was facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, Pierre opened fire at the convoy in the distance.
And it wasn't just one shot!
Pierre's hands moved like magic. Not only were they fast, but they were also extremely nimble.
One after another, flintlock pistols appeared in Pierre's hands. After four shots, the two drivers and the two people walking in front were shot and fell to the ground.
Clang!
Pierre drew his sword and dashed towards the carriage.
Pierre's bodyguard carried a tower shield and led the charge.
Harold and the other two bodyguards, who had stayed behind, fired their guns to provide cover.
However, compared to Pierre's marksmanship, Harold and the two bodyguards did not get anything out of it.
The moment the gunshots were fired, the soldiers in charge of escorting the convoy reacted to the situation.
They quickly searched for cover and started to return fire.
Although they didn't kill him, the sudden attack bought Pierre and the shield-wielding bodyguard quite a bit of time, allowing them to quickly reach the carriage.
As the two of them approached, they were immediately targeted by the soldiers. Dang!
Dang! Dang!
The bullets hit the tower shield, causing sparks to fly everywhere, but it didn't stop Pierre and the bodyguard from advancing.
Pierre, who had been hiding behind the shield, dashed out.
He didn't dash out in a straight line, instead, he rolled.
His ten years as a mercenary allowed Pierre to know what he should do in a situation like this.
Puk!
As he rolled, Pierre jumped up like a fish and pierced the neck of the soldier in front of him. At the same time, he grabbed the gun from the soldier's hand and pulled the trigger at the soldier beside him.
Bang!
Another soldier fell to the ground.
Six soldiers died in Pierre's hands just like that. Half of the enemy's ten men were no longer a threat.
However, the remaining four soldiers didn't give up.
Especially the two soldiers in the carriage that had natural fortifications, they caused a lot of trouble for Pierre.
Although Pierre had managed to dodge the bullet the moment his opponent had aimed at him, his shoulder had been grazed by the gunpowder bullet. Worse still, the shield-wielding bodyguard had been shot down with a single shot.
"Pierre!"
Harold cried out in shock and pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
Bang Bang!
Amidst the smoke, the three men in charge of covering the convoy fired their guns.
Once again, Harold missed the target.
However, the two bodyguards got something out of it.
One of them was killed and the other was wounded.
Facing the injured man, Pierre stabbed out with his sword and finished him off.
Instantly, the soldiers outside the carriage were wiped out.
However, Pierre and Harold didn't show any joy on their faces.
Gunshots rang out. Soon, more enemies would arrive after hearing the commotion.
The two soldiers in the wooden carriage were ready to defend themselves to the death.
They didn't have much time left!
Pierre clenched his teeth. While the soldiers were reloading, he stabbed the door handle of the carriage with his sword.
Pak!
Wood splinters flew everywhere and a small hole was formed.
But compared to the solid wood of the carriage, such a small hole was nothing.
Pak Pak Pak!
Pierre kept slashing at the door like a madman. After a dozen slashes, Pierre was panting heavily and the carriage door was on the verge of collapse.
Kacha!
Another slash and the wooden door was broken.
When the flintlock in the carriage stuck out, Pierre rolled under the carriage.
Bang Bang Bang!
A series of gunshots were fired.
Harold and his two bodyguards rushed up and fired at the two soldiers who had lost their cover.
The two bodyguards and the two soldiers almost died together.
Harold, on the other hand, was unharmed because of the bodyguards' instinctive protection.
After thanking the two bodyguards in his heart, Harold dashed towards the carriage.
"Cohen?
Are you okay? "
Harold half dragged and half carried his unconscious friend out of the carriage.
"Hurry up, we need to leave!"
Pierre said quickly as he helped Harold prop up Cohen.
However, before the three of them could take a few steps, they were stopped.
Or rather …
They were surrounded!
Hundreds of soldiers appeared around them, their guns pointed at the three of them.
"As long as we put out a bait, we'll catch more fish!
After all, the world is never short of idiots! "
A middle-aged man walked out from the soldiers.
The badge on his shoulder meant that he had a certain rank.
"But I have to thank you idiots!
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know how to lure 2567 out! "
The middle-aged man waved his hand at Pierre and Harold, who had ugly expressions on their faces.
Immediately, hundreds of soldiers took a step forward.
Bang!
The uniform footsteps sounded like the beating of war drums, causing Pierre and Harold's heart to skip a beat. They unconsciously took a step back.
But where could they go?
They were surrounded by the enemy's men!
A sense of helplessness rose in their hearts.
"I'm sorry!"
As the one who suggested this operation, Harold apologized to Pierre.
The elderly scholar's butler shook his head and gripped the sword in his hand tightly.
He was ready to risk his life to kill a few more men and drag them down with him.
As for being captured?
Pierre knew very well that sometimes, living was much more terrifying than dying.
Harold obviously noticed the unusual behavior of his teacher's butler.
The intelligent young man instantly guessed the butler's thoughts.
Slightly trembling, the young man raised the gun in his hand.
The young man was ready to risk his life.
Even though his heart was filled with the fear of death, to the point that his whole body was trembling, he did not want to go through it again.
After experiencing being captured once, he would never want to go through it again.
"Stubborn resistance?"
The middle-aged man mocked mercilessly before giving the order to capture the three of them alive.
The middle-aged man knew it would be a little troublesome, but it would all be worth it.
One must know that the three people before him represented his future.
The middle-aged man's laughter grew louder as he thought about it.
However, his laughter was interrupted by the caws of crows.
Caw, Caw, Caw!
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