Chapter 81 That doesn’t seem to be an assassin
The city lord’s palace was under shelling. Broly felt it, but he didn’t know why someone would attack here.
"It's over. It's the city lord who has led the army back. He wants to treat us all as abandoners."
Someone in the city lord's mansion saw the army outside through the window. The troops outside did not hesitate to fire towards the city lord's palace.
Thinking of the crux of the matter, some people's complexions quickly turned pale, and after the shelling started, they collapsed directly on the ground.
"I don't want to die. I just got married, my wife just got pregnant, and I still want to see the child be born!"
Another person was lying on the ground, shouting with some collapse.
"Woo, mom, I should have listened to you earlier and not come to work in this city lord's mansion."
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The sound of shelling was rumbling, Although the construction materials of the City Lord's Mansion are relatively solid and have not been destroyed by cannon bombs yet, it will be a matter of time before it collapses.
Once the building structure collapses, not to mention that there will be artillery shells coming, even if there are no artillery shells coming, the collapsed building alone will kill a lot of people, and everyone will feel desperate.
“You said the city lord is outside?”
Broly came over and brought up the person who said that.
"The city chief is still here. Who dares to be so bold and fire directly? It's because he escaped. We will die, and you, the assassin, will die too, everyone will die, hahaha, Damn the city lord, damn..."
The man who was lifted up was already a little frightened, and when he was about to scold Broly together, the cannonball passed through the window on this floor. Break in.
Broly lifted the person behind him and raised his other hand to catch the cannonball. He caught the cannonball easily, but the flying debris pierced the neck of the person he was holding behind him.
"Cough, cough..."
The man opened his eyes wide and made a whining sound. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. An expression of survival and pain was rubbed on his face, twisted and vivid.
Broly: "..."
At this moment, he felt a little angry. In his simple interpersonal relationship, people can be divided into enemies, strangers, and those who are against themselves. There are five categories: strangers, companions and friends, and wives who have helped.
There's nothing much to say to strangers, mainly because of the enemy's judgment. Anyone who hurts the latter three categories of people is more likely to be judged as an enemy by Broly.
Although the man in his hand, Broly, didn't know the other party's name, but the other party had just helped him find Marquis Bossier, so he had his name on his side.
And now, the people who had helped him were hurt, and Broly's anger was compounded.
Although there were not many stacks due to lack of familiarity and favorability, he was still allowed to put down the man whose throat was injured.
“You guys help take care of him, and I’ll make the guys outside stop attacking.”
After instructing the others, Broly grabbed the deformed solid cannonball in his hand and came to the broken window.
Aim and throw.
The barrel of the cannon was being refilled with shells in the distance. Before it could be ignited and the shells were ejected, the spent bombs were thrown directly into the barrel. The gunpowder was detonated by the violent impact and exploded instantly.
The two closest soldiers were killed immediately.
And this was not over yet, the explosion also triggered an explosion of gunpowder placed around it.
From a distance, you can see that the area near the explosive cannon turned into a field of flames in an instant.
Everyone who stayed there was in bad luck after the explosion.
"Does the enemy also have artillery? Scouts, where are the artillery positions?"
After being counterattacked, the military formation became a little confused. The officer in charge of the artillery attack immediately asked the scouts.
"Sir, that's not an artillery piece, that's something thrown by the enemy with his hands!" The scout opened his mouth wide and his voice was trembling, but he still told what he saw.
“Throwing things with your hands, are you kidding me?”
The artillery team officer pointed over there, where his own artillery had been destroyed one by one. , and roared out.
"That's him, he's the assassin who broke into the city lord's palace, hurry up, kill him quickly!"
Holding the binoculars, he saw Broly breaking off the wall and throwing it away. , Marquis Bossier said excitedly.
The chief of the Department of Arms, who also used a telescope to see the assassin throwing something, and accurately destroying their artillery, became somewhat silent.
He really wanted to ask the Marquis next to him, is that something that normal humans can do?
But knowing the temper of Marquis Bossier, he did not ask. He just ordered the soldiers to launch a long-range volley at the enemy who appeared after the artillery was almost destroyed.
"pang, pang, pang..."
The dull sound of rifles sounded like firecrackers in the military formation.
Over at the City Lord's Mansion, after Broly dealt with the attacking artillery, he started dusting off his hands and prepared to stop throwing things. Unexpectedly, a bunch of bullets suddenly hit him.
Broly wanted to take it, but there were too many bullets, like raindrops, and he was hit.
The power of the rifle bullets was not weakened much at a distance of fifty or sixty meters, but Broly only felt a little tingling where he was hit, which was surprisingly comfortable. It's like the feeling of an ordinary person experiencing a massage for the first time.
So, Broly turned his back and let the bullets hit his back, experiencing this unique massage method.
Up to the people on the third floor of the City Lord's Mansion, someone wanted to move their position, but was accidentally hit in the arm by a stray bullet, making a cry of pain.
Only then did Broly realize that the current situation seemed to be an attack from the other side.
He grabbed a handful of flying bullets and threw them towards the army not far away.
Like the effect of a shotgun, a small group of soldiers fell where it was thrown.
"Hey, guys over there, can't you stop attacking?"
Broly asked loudly as he threw it away.
"I just came to the Marquis of Bossier to ask questions. Why do you all attack me like this?"
Broly said to himself that he came to the city lord's palace to ask the Marquis a question, but he encountered a group of people. He felt a little aggrieved by the attack, but his grievance was destined not to be understood by the soldiers on the opposite side.
The soldiers looked at their comrades who continued to fall around them, and at their heavy losses. Because of the chain explosion of gunpowder just now, three digits of people had died.
Although this number of casualties is not too many compared to an army of 5,000 people, the enemy on the opposite side is only one person.
After paying such losses, they did not even cause any damage to the enemies who appeared at the window.
This made the soldiers in the front row, who could see the situation most clearly, feel a deep and powerless despair.
"Monster, that is a real monster, rifle bullets are of no use to him."
"No way, we can't fight against such a monster..."
The soldiers in the front row began to lose their will to fight. If it weren't for the supervisory team watching behind them, some of them would have thrown away their guns and ran away.
"Lord Marquis, that doesn't seem to be an assassin, but just a person who wants to ask you a question. Why don't you go to the front of the battle and talk to him?"
The chief of the Department of Arms wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Now that the army was helpless against the assassin, he was admonishing the Marquis of Bossier.
Marquis Bossier: "..."
(End of this chapter)