Sean looked down at the gun blade pierced into his shoulder, pursed his lips, and said calmly: "You are very powerful, more powerful than I thought, but this is not enough. Since you stabbed me once, you have to take another stab at me."

gun."

The steely-cold man pulled out Sylvia's spear little by little, and hot blood dripped down the tip of the spear.

He raised the gun in his hand, and the chain hanging from the gun barrel made a clicking sound. There were no thrusts, no fancy marksmanship, just plain chopping.

The heavy gun blade hit Sylvia with unparalleled power. There was only a bang, snowflakes flew, and the majestic force almost crushed the horse she sat on, and drops of blood flowed from the horse's mouth.

Sylvia's spear was broken into two pieces and she vomited blood. She still carried Sean's weapon on her left shoulder and refused to lower her head.

The sluggish war horse managed to prop up its body, neighed, and quickly fled with her, disappearing from the sight of the guards.

An adjutant said anxiously: "General! We can't let her go. She's injured and can't run far. Order the chase!"

Sean nodded expressionlessly and asked, "Are you from the West family?"

"Yes, my uncle is Earl West, I..."

puff!

Halfway through his words, the young adjutant felt a sharp pain in his chest. At some point, Sean's gun pierced his chest!

Before he could say anything, a living life disappeared and turned into a corpse lying in the snow.

Sean drew his weapon and wrote lightly: "Call the medics, I'm injured and need emergency treatment."

The surrounding guards fell silent, not daring to say a word.

The gray-haired man was riding on horseback, looking in the direction where Sylvia left, his gaze deep and long.

Sylvia, there is no better deal than trading a life with a serious injury.

After this turmoil, the military will inevitably reshuffle. Leaving your identity and background here will only cause greater trouble. Stay away from Londinium and escape their sight. Only then will you have a chance to live a peaceful life.

"General!"

Several medical soldiers came in a hurry.

Sean said calmly: "Call the military department and tell me that I am injured, but the injury is minor and I cannot leave the line of fire. I will stay where I am and won't let anyone pass."

…

"Did you see it? There are four cannons over there. The artillerymen are cleaning the barrels. There are too many guards around. We only have one chance."

Arizona, who was hiding in the attic, whispered to the people around her.

A young man with freckles on his face said in a trembling voice: "Can we really win?"

"Yes, with so many people supporting us, we will definitely win!"

The city guard troops continued to approach the general police station. Four cannons, dragged by pack horses, appeared in the eyes of the royalists on the defensive front. The black muzzles were facing the bunker.

Many people know that the simple bunkers they built are difficult to block shelling.

The messenger carrying the flag of the guard force came to the front and shouted: "Surrender immediately! Otherwise the battle will begin in ten minutes!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and those who were not determined enough to fight quietly began to want to quit, because this was a battle they could not win.

boom!

An etched bullet flew out and hit the orderer's feet, splashing a patch of snow.

"We will never surrender!"

Someone roared.

Immediately, the crowd also started shouting, and the roar of the mountains and the tsunami was deafening.

On the other side, the commander of the city guard force, Major General Huberton, is a standard Victorian Philistine, with dark hair that is meticulously groomed, blue eyes, and a slightly pale complexion.

Huberton listened to the shouts from the opposite side and sighed: "William may still survive if he surrenders now. Once the battle starts, he will definitely die. Doesn't he know?"

No one answered the major general's question.

The film man raised his white-gloved right hand and waved it lightly. Hundreds of crossbowmen in the city guard quickly set up their weapons and pointed their sharp arrows at the enemy.

This move caused the shouting to freeze, and it immediately dropped sharply, leaving only a few sporadic sounds.

"Sir, ten minutes are up and they have not surrendered."

"Attack, a group of rabble, end the battle as quickly as possible, but anyone who picks up a weapon is a thug, don't worry about casualties."

In an instant, arrows rained down.

The power of military crossbows is much greater than that of police weapons. Someone's shield made of wooden boards was easily shot through. Many people fell down in the first round of shooting. There were many dead, but more of them were injured. Weeping in the camp

Sounds and shouts merged into one.

After the royalists were attacked, they immediately launched a counterattack, causing some trouble for the city's security forces.

Major General Huberton frowned. He knew that many armories were looted within a day yesterday. He should have strengthened the defense, but the order he received was to strengthen the defense of various noble estates, which led to the further expansion of the already small strength.

dispersion.

The explanation of this order is dumbfounding.

Because when the first armory caught fire, no one saw who the attacker was. The nobles were afraid that their estates would be suddenly attacked, so they strengthened their defenses...

Not only that, in order to prevent their own warehouses from being looted, the nobles opened many grain warehouses to attract hungry citizens and dispersed the precious power of the General Police Department...

These people only care about themselves!

However, it is his duty to deal with the thugs in front of him.

Huberton said softly: "Shelling, people living in Londinium have almost never heard the sound of cannons, they will be scared away soon."

The front line of the city guard force changed rapidly. The heavy armored infantry spread out to both sides. After the crossbowmen fired one round, the four cannons were pushed to the front, facing the simple bunker. The artillerymen quickly loaded ammunition and activated the bottom of the gun mount.

Etching array.

"Cannon! They're going to use cannon!"

The man hiding behind the bunker shouted loudly.

They had never experienced a war, nor had they seen a cannon, so they had no idea of ​​its power. When they saw the cannon, they were frightened out of their wits.

Some people started to run away, but no one was stopping them anyway. The panicked people just wanted to find a place to hide.

"Attention! They are reloading and ready to fight!"

Arizona roared, and the people gathered around the window picked up their crossbows.

"Aim at the gunner and never let the cannon fire! Three two... one!"

Whoosh!

From the attics on both sides of the street, countless arrows were fired at the cannon positions. The artillerymen who were caught off guard were shot down. Guards holding large shields immediately appeared next to them to protect the injured artillerymen, and the crossbowmen also raised their weapons to fight back. It was a scene.

Into chaos.
Chapter completed!