Lawrence raised his hand and shot towards Earl Isaac. The white smoke from the gun's muzzle had not dissipated yet, and it looked like a light mist under the faint moonlight.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. There was silence inside and outside the manor, and only the echoes of gunshots could be heard in the lonely wilderness.

A second later, a heart-rending howl tore through the silence:

"Ahhhhh! My leg! My leg! It's bleeding!"

Count Isaac's right leg went weak and he suddenly fell to the ground. Even the servants beside him were shocked by the sound of the gunfire and did not even have time to help him.

Lawrence glanced at Count Isaac, who was holding his calf and crying loudly in a pool of blood. He had deliberately avoided the critical point with the shot.

When the students were also shocked and overwhelmed by the gunshot, Lawrence made a decisive decision and ordered in a deep voice:

"The first company stayed outside to look after the horses and alert the surroundings, and the second and third companies followed me into the manor!"

"Yes...yes! Battalion Commander!"

The corresponding students also woke up from a dream and immediately started executing the orders.

Count Isaac, who fell to the ground, was still holding his calf and crying. It had been so many years since he had been so pampered and had not suffered such an injury for so many years.

This pain that he had not experienced for a long time washed over Count Isaac's nerves. He raised his head in pain and was about to shout angrily, but the sight he saw in front of him suddenly made him shut his mouth.

More than two hundred student soldiers armed with swords and guns formed two teams and followed Lawrence into the manor in an orderly manner.

The muzzles of these two hundred or so pistols were all pointed at the more than fifty guards in front of them, including Count Isaac, who was guarded by the guards in the center. He was also within the range of fire.

As long as Lawrence gives the order, the land of this manor will inevitably be stained red with blood, and the coffin makers in the city will also receive dozens of new orders.

Count Isaac sat on the ground, blood still pouring out from the wound on his calf, and at the same time, two hundred pistols were pointed at his head.

A bone-deep cold lingered in Earl Isaac's body from head to toe. This feeling of despair, like falling into an ice cave, was something he had never experienced in decades, and even made him stand up for a while.

All forgotten.

What are they going to do...

What are they going to do?

What are they going to do!
Chapter completed!