Chapter 140 Oh, there is an unexpected gain
It is most likely not a coincidence that they caught Sissi.
While walking on the road, Horn was still thinking about this matter in his mind.
But what he couldn't determine was who was instigating their actions.
The signature is that of the Duke, but it does not necessarily mean that he was ordered by the Duke.
Or did the Duke want to test him in this way?
Carrying a cloth bag filled with coins and doubts, Horn walked to the camp gate, only to find that the old, weak, women and children at the gate had been dispersed.
I don’t know since when, ten heads of each household and thousands of young men have silently formed a semi-surrounding situation.
Soldiers in black were holding spears in their hands and were mixed in the crowd. From the outline of some people's cloaks, you could still see something thick and long and black hidden.
Several villains fell to the ground twitching, and Jeanne was holding a battle flag and looking at them eagerly.
Originally, the villains were still shouting, but when they saw Jeanne and the forest of spears erected in the crowd, their voices became smaller and smaller.
When Horn stood at the gate of the camp again, the rest of the villains ran away, leaving only one villain accompanying the three knights.
The three knights looked nervously in the direction Horn came from, looking almost ready to leave first.
"Hey, come and get it!" Horn threw the bag containing the money to the ground.
The knight winked at the villain companion, and the villain tremblingly led Sissi closer.
After walking almost halfway, the villain kicked Sissy on the back, causing him to hit Horn directly.
Grabbing the money bag on the ground, the villain rushed towards the knights on a rolling crawl.
Sissi murmured and leaned on Horn's shoulder: "Your Majesty, don't be impulsive..."
"Don't worry, it's okay."
The villain was desperate Amidst the shouts, the three knights who got the money galloped away on their horses without waiting for a moment.
He was left alone, surrounded by thousands of angry young men.
"Let them go just like that?" Armand walked to Horn and asked in a low voice, regardless of the villain who was being beaten.
"If you don't let them go, how will you know where they came from?" Horn said, nodding secretly to Jeshka who was not far away.
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“I thought I was so ruthless, but I am just a coward.”
"As soon as Boss Snot Nose arrived, they were so frightened that they took out their money."
On the country road, Snot Nose Knight held his money bag and slowly moved forward humming a tune.
Beside him, the villains who each took two gold pounds were happily discussing where to go next to have a good time.
“I heard that some citizens have gone bankrupt and started a half-open business.”
“That’s just right. When I see us, we all have a look down on others. , I just want to see that expression, that expression of helplessness after being insulted by me!”
"Hahahaha!"
While they were talking and laughing, the sound of rapid horse hooves sounded from the corner at the end of the slope.
On alert, Rotten Nose looked over there.
But I saw an old priest riding on a horse, running out of breath. Before he could get off the horse, he shouted at the rotten nose: "Where are the people? I ask you where are the people?" ”
The knights and villains looked at each other, and no one spoke.
"You idiots!" The priest with a Paul-style Mediterranean hairstyle was so angry that his beard was trembling. "Who asked you to send that secret party to ask for money."
"Don't be angry, Bull. Old Bishop Wilf." Knight Snotlout smiled, "Don't you want that holy grandson? We originally wanted to use this secret party to replace that holy grandson..."
"Then replace it. Are you here? Let me ask you, have you changed out?"
"Old man." As if he couldn't stand being humiliated like this, a villain behind him shouted, "You're not there. What are you talking about? With tens of thousands of people surrounding you and a witch, do you dare to speak?"
"You..."
"What are you doing? Discourteous!" Knight Snot-Nosed bared his rotten teeth and slapped his subordinate on the back of the head, then said to Bishop Boerwerf, "We are all country bumpkins, old bishop, don't care.
I I originally wanted to take the opportunity to fish out the fake saint grandson, but their witch dared to use magic in broad daylight.
I didn't wear armor today. Instead of wearing it, I might as well stay useful. Serve you, after all, there will be a chance in the future.
It is impossible for him to never come out. You see, I also helped you get 250 gold pounds in taxes."
"Do I want money? Oops." Bulwerv stomped his feet repeatedly, "Okay, you all go back and don't come out again during this period."
"My intention was good, but my execution was bad..." Halfway through his words, the Snot Knight suddenly stopped talking.
With the sound of the wind, he could hear a crunching sound.
The spring is tightening, the gears are rotating, and the gears hit the jagged grooves of the firing rod, making a "click-click" sound like a clock.
"You stopped mid-quote, do you want me to applaud you? Not yet..."
Jumping off the horse in embarrassment, the Snot Knight threw himself in front of him. Bishop Bullwerf.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Nearly twenty clockwork keys were pulled out, and the compressed orichalcum spring was released in less than a tenth of a second, and the mana stored in the orichalcum became Huge amount of kinetic energy.
The forged fine iron firing rod made a piercing whine, and its edge slipped out of countless sparks in the barrel, pushing the stones and iron sand forward. "Whoosh——"
The air waves in the balance hole made the surrounding leaves rustle, followed by the thunder when the firing rod pushed the projectile.
A storm of iron sand enveloped the area, and the surrounding trees were shaken back and forth by stray bullets.
Under the shot, a knight's chainmail was completely shattered in the blink of an eye.
The riveted iron rings rolled off the horse's back with a clanking sound, falling and scattering on the ground, covered in sticky blood.
The rusty iron sand and the stone bullets soaked in horse dung were tearing at his body crazily, piercing through his thick skin and moving forward through the strong flesh and blood.
The knight fell down from his horse stiffly. There were more than ten bloody holes in his chest, and blood was flowing out.
Since the bodies of the extraordinary knights are beyond those of ordinary people, most of the iron sand cannot penetrate their bodies and can only stay in constant friction between the internal organs, muscles and bones.
It was only then that the miserable howl sounded on this quiet path.
“Ah - I can’t see, I can’t see!”
“My intestines, my intestines——”
“Gurgling——”
Some of the villains were covering their open minds, while others were covering their open minds. Blood wrapped in pieces of flesh and blood was flowing on the ground.
But after all, they were shotguns, the aim was not accurate, and the kinetic energy attenuation was still a bit large. This wave only killed and injured less than half of the people.
The remaining iron sand and stone bullets flew to no one knows where.
"Crunch."
The devilish voice sounded again.
The Snot Knight half knelt on the ground, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, charge, they are hiding in the bushes on the slopes on both sides!"
These villains are somewhat life-threatening and ferocious, Seeing the miserable condition of their companions, there were actually seven or eight people with minor or no injuries, picked up the mace, and rushed towards the slopes on both sides.
But after they ran a few steps, they slowly stopped again.
From the slopes on both sides, spears pierced the darkness, and holding the spears were soldiers also dressed in black.
Behind the double rows of spears, there were black spring-loaded blunderbuss. The holy gunmen were sweating profusely, holding the handles of the blunderbuss and continuing to turn the clockwork keys.
The bright spear points and the dark blunderbuss were so dazzling that the villains were immediately stunned and fell to the ground. Some even fell to their knees in a daze.
"Bang!"
No matter how the villains were, the neat thunder sounded again, and there were not many villains left standing.
After two rounds of salvos, the spearmen began to stride forward, stabbing the injured villains on the ground to death one by one, and charging towards the remaining villains.
Rotten Nose, who had just shouted "Brothers, rush", took this opportunity to jump up, jumped on the horse, and rushed towards the road ahead.
"Hey! I haven't mounted the horse yet? I haven't mounted the horse yet!" Bulwerf shouted desperately as he jumped up.
Snot rushed past him like a knight.
“Hey——” Bulwerf’s cry stopped abruptly when he saw the road ahead.
On the road ahead of the Snotlout Knight's charge, there was Horn with a plain face, holding a wind-up gun.
Unlike others, the wind-up gun in Horn's hand is two meters long. Not only does it need a support, but also a soldier is required to hold the barrel in front.
This is the exclusive wind-up gun specially built for him by Rector and Jeanne - the Cannedy Great Lift.
Due to Horn's massive mana, he did not need any orichalcum alloy spring. He used a full orichalcum spring, and the barrel was more than twice the size of an ordinary barrel.
Increase both quality and quantity.
Seeing Horn block him in front of him without knowing his strength, the Snot-Nosed Knight immediately grinned and accelerated his horse, raising the knight's sword high in the air.
With a smile, Horn pulled out the wrench-sized clockwork key.
It's like turning on some switch.
The violent scream in the air pressure hole is like a banshee screaming, and the sound of the firing rod running in the barrel is like Thor's wheels.
Even the nearby holy gunners and spearmen covered their ears.
People can cover their ears, but war horses have no hands.
"You..."
The gun came out, the black shadow swept across, and the blood mist dispersed in the air. The knight was shocked and turned his back.
The horse under Rotten Nose's seat let out a mournful cry, and threw the Rider Rotten Nose off its back, and he also slipped to the ground.
Looking at the Snotlout Knight on the ground, only half of his head is still attached to his neck. From his chin to the Tianling Cap, it has turned into a ball of minced meat, hanging loosely on the branches.
His eyeballs pierced the sky, bounced on the ground, and rolled in front of Bulwerf who was covered in shit.
Bulwerf was originally kneeling on the ground. When he saw the eyeball, he fell back in fright. However, he stepped on his own feces and fell to the ground.
"Old Bishop." In the crisp footsteps, the leather boots fell heavily, popping the eyeball. Horn said with a smile, "Are you interested in telling me what is going on?"
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