Almost at the same time that Grosso completed the arrangement, the group of trailing riders also rushed out of the night.

Under the light of the carriage's oil lamp, Lawrence and Grosso could see the clothes and grooming of this group of people.

All these dozens of riders were seen wrapped in ragged black robes. Many of them just tore off pieces of rags and wore them on their bodies. They looked no different from beggars in the slums.

Even the scimitars and swords on their waists were rusty and were old antiques dug out from nowhere.

Some people didn't even know how to ride, and when they accelerated towards the convoy, they lost their center of gravity and fell directly to the ground.

"Hiss... Weird, why are there horse bandits on this road..."

Grosso frowned and looked at the group of riders, but he didn't have time to think too much. As soon as the precision shooters arrived, the group of horse bandits had already rushed in front of him, so Grosso ordered free fire without hesitation.

Continuous gunshots exploded in the forest, instantly knocking down the mounts of a dozen people, causing the riders above to fall to the ground and fainted.

The horse bandits who charged on horseback obviously did not expect that one round of shooting could knock down almost a quarter of their men, and they suddenly panicked.

Coupled with the obstruction of the surrounding carriages, the horse bandits had to slow down their charge, and chose to squeeze into the encirclement through the gaps in the carriage shop under a hail of bullets. This also caused more horse bandits to die before they could squeeze into the encirclement.

Under the bullet.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! More horse bandits gave up their mounts and rushed directly into the encirclement with knives, fighting hand to hand with the guards inside.

Grosso also drew his sword himself and joined the battle. With his sword skills and combat experience, fresh blood was splashed on his scimitar almost every ten seconds.

The sound of gunshots and swords clashing continuously rang in his ears. Inside the carriage, Ya'an had already drawn his sword and nervously used the corner of his eye to scan for any enemy who might be approaching the carriage.

Lawrence was sitting upright. He could see that these horse bandits couldn't hold out for long in front of the well-trained shooters, so he frowned and thought while observing the situation outside:

"The appearance of this group of people is too strange... Let's not talk about why there are horse bandits near Versailles. Judging from their performance, they have no intention of robbing money at all..."

This group of horse bandits made no move to communicate or persuade them to surrender, from following them to drawing swords, as if the hundreds of thousands of livres of silver coins were not important to them at all.

Even at this moment, those carriages filled with coin boxes were placed in front of them as obstacles, but this group of people turned a blind eye to those boxes, and instead charged directly without saying a word.

"It seems that he is coming for me...Who would have the courage..."

Lawrence rubbed his chin and thought deeply, all these behaviors were so abnormal that it could basically be ruled out that it was these horse bandits themselves.

Although Lawrence had many political opponents, the political struggle in France was not bloody enough to kill him. In history, after the fall of the Duke of Choiseul, he swaggered back to his fiefdom and lived a wealthy and luxurious life for a few years.

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Especially on the way to Versailles, under the nose of Louis XV, who dares to risk the disapproval of the world like this?

However, although he is not completely sure yet, Lawrence already has a guess in his mind.

The battle outside was coming to an end. Although the scene was very tragic, with stumps and organs everywhere, Lawrence and his team defeated this bizarre attack at the cost of only five or six people being injured.

Lawrence opened the carriage door, took a look at the corpses of the horse bandits everywhere, and said silently with a gloomy face:
Chapter completed!