Chapter 448 Barrage

"Sir, there seems to be something wrong in the dock area in the west of the city." The guard responsible for blocking the street suddenly walked quickly to Count Mede, "I heard a strange sound over there, and sent two teams of people to investigate the situation, but None of them came back.”

"What?" Jacques Mede frowned, "Did you hear wrongly?"

"No, I heard it very clearly. It was like the sound of a person constantly breathing in and out, huffing and puffing like this..." The guard also simulated it twice.

"Isn't that a homeless man snoring?"

"Anyone who sleeps outside in this weather would freeze to death, sir," the guard insisted, "and if a person can snore so loudly, he must be at least a giant close to the city wall."

The earl stared at him for a long time, then turned his head and shouted, "Sir Dokan!"

"Sir, are you calling me?" A nobleman with the Maple Leaf family emblem on his chest came over.

"Take your personal guards and follow my men to check the docks in the city." Jacques patted him on the shoulder. "If you have any news, report it to me immediately."

"Uh...can you find someone else?" the young noble hesitated, "Father told me that I must enter the castle with you."

"How long does it take to go to the pier to take a look around? There is still time to spend here," the count said with a smile, "Even if Honeysuckle rebels and surrenders, I will wait for you here."

"Oh well."

Watching the two people leave, Jacques's face turned cold. What the hell, do you think that sending a son to enter the castle with me means he has the same credit? This abacus was so good that I was the only one mentioned in His Majesty’s secret letter!

Not long after, he vaguely heard gunfire from the west.

what happened? Jacques suddenly became vigilant. The eldest son of Maple Leaf was not assigned a musket at all.

Just when he was about to mobilize his knights to check the situation, the personal guard who had reported earlier stumbled into the camp, "S-Sir... it's not good!"

"What's wrong?"

"The rebel king...the rebel king is here!" He said with wide eyes, "There are thousands of people, and they are coming towards the castle!"

"You mean Roland Wimbledon's team?" Jacques raised his hand and slapped the bodyguard, "How many thousands of people are there? If you talk nonsense in the camp, believe it or not, I will hang you to the city gate right now?" "

"Sir, they are indeed holding the flag of the Royal Family of Graycastle," the guard did not dare to dodge, so he knelt down on one knee and said, "I wanted Sir Daokan's retinue to arrest two people to ask about the situation, but they As soon as I rushed over, just..."

"What's wrong?" the count asked through gritted teeth.

"He was knocked down by a dense volley of gunfire." The guard's expression seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. "At that time, countless sparks seemed to appear in the darkness, and the crackling sound almost never stopped! More than 20 people had just charged. Less than a hundred steps out, they all fell to the ground. Not even a horse could stand!" He swallowed, "Sir, I have never seen such intensive shooting. If there weren't more than a thousand Man, how could they kill Jazz’s guards in an instant?”

"Where is the eldest son of the Maple Leaf family?"

"Already...ran away."

The count sat on the chair with his feet 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 major families started taking action at noon yesterday. The fourth prince would be able to arrive at Changge Fortress tonight. Doesn't it mean that he can travel between the two places in just one day? This speed cannot be achieved even by a sailing boat with a smooth sail! And a thousand people seems like a fantasy. To transport so many people at one go requires at least a huge fleet. And the intelligence from Border Town shows that they don't even have a ship before winter!

How did things come to this?

No, the more this happened, the more calm he had to be. Jacques Mede wiped the sweat from his forehead. The number of people should be nonsense from the guards. He was simply frightened by the opponent's volley of muskets. Without torch lighting, Who knows how many people were standing in the dark dock area. Moreover, the firing range of the musket is only about forty steps. Although it is amazingly powerful, its reloading speed and hit rate are extremely low. Even if everyone is equipped with this kind of weapon, the streets leading to the castle area can only accommodate up to twenty people side by side. Multiple people. As long as they notify the Wild Rose family and the Benlang family, gather all the knights together, wait for the opponent to fire a round, and immediately launch a charge, and other mercenaries and guards will swarm up, maybe they can defeat the opponent.

After all, fighting in the streets is not as good as in the wild, and the reloading time of the musket is too deadly.

"Damn it," Jacques slammed the armrest of the chair and ordered to the captain of the guard, "go and invite the Earl of Wild Rose and the Viscount of the Wolf family here. In addition, I want all the people with muskets to block the castle. The entrance to the district, go quickly!”

Anyway, muskets are much faster to train than crossbows. Let this group of people delay the opponent's progress first, and it won't hurt if a few of them die. If necessary, the knight can simply step over them.

But the news brought by the captain of the guard made the earl freeze on the spot, "The two of them have left the camp with their men!"

In order to make Perot have nowhere to escape, the four major families each occupied a side of the castle area. Unexpectedly, they received the news faster than themselves.

At this time, there were a lot of gunshots outside the castle area, just like what the guards had reported before. It was like the sound of intensive drums and could be heard clearly even on a windy and snowy night.

"These bastards!" Jacques felt his heart go cold. He took one last look at the castle and had to order a retreat - of course, it was just himself and his guards. As for the people still in the castle, he had no time to take care of them.

After rushing out of the castle area, the count realized that something was wrong.

There are enemy figures everywhere outside. Any knight who tries to cross the blockade will be knocked down mercilessly. The weapons in their hands seem to need no reloading. They can fire several rounds in one breath, which is completely different from the musket sent by Tifeike. Not the same thing! The scene was in chaos. Except for Sir Daokan who escaped first, people from the other three families were trapped here.

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Call the Iron Shield," he shouted, "We will follow the Iron Shield and charge in the same direction together!"

When the three armored teams that had finally gathered together were slowly advancing with their shields on their backs, the other knights also noticed the movement here and followed them almost unanimously - if they couldn't break through the opponent's defense this time, they might not be able to break through the opponent's defense line again. There is no chance to escape from this place.

However, Jacques Mede's plan failed... When he was still a hundred steps away from the opponent, the enemy's weapon erupted with dazzling fire. The shield that was supposed to be able to block the lead shot was riddled with holes from the bullets coming from the pavement. The shield-bearers in the platoon were killed instantly, flying metal debris penetrated each body, and a thick mist of blood rose behind the iron shield.

Before the Count could shout the order to charge, he was knocked to the ground by a volley of fire. (To be continued.)