Tarik looked at the scene in front of him with a dull expression, and opened his mouth wide and could not speak at all. Everything that happened in front of him was completely beyond his expectations.

At this moment, the walls of Leber City had completely fallen into a sea of ​​fire. The violent explosion helped fuel the fire, and the fire also triggered a more violent explosion. The moat, which originally had a thick ice surface, had now completely turned into a river of flames.

The ice surface was destroyed by the shock waves formed by the blaze of fire and explosions. The Saxon soldiers were first attacked by flames, and then fell into the cold and bone-blooded river water, truly experiencing what the two heavens of ice and fire meant.

The soldiers of the moat on the city wall were holding up the powder barrels around them and threw them hard towards the most densely populated area of ​​the Saxony soldiers. When they fell on the ground, they would shatter and burst out bright fireworks.

Both Tarik and Izart stood about three hundred meters away from the city wall, and could still feel a wave of heat coming towards them, and the strong wind caused by the explosion blew the corners of their clothes.

Wrapped by violent heat waves, Tarik felt a chill emanating from the inside out. His right hand, which was holding the reins tightly, was struck by a shallow white mark, and his teeth were also bitten together.

Izart's expression was much more relaxed, and there was a faint smile on his lips, as if what was happening in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Oh my God, Viscount Tarik, this Eugen seems to be really hard-working. It seems that your preparations are not enough this time."

Izart's words were full of sarcasm. He was not worried that his safety would be threatened. Anyway, the worst situation was that he was captured by Eugen again.

However, Tarik forced himself to attack the city with three times his strength, and was even beaten to such a miserable appearance. It was simply a shame to the empire.

At this time, Izart was already considering whether to take over Tarik's military power himself, and letting Tarik command the army in the Lebir region be like pouring golden sand into the sea, which was a waste.

Tarik's face was flushed by this sentence, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Izart to defend himself. Izart raised his hand but blocked his words. He pointed to the city tower in the middle of the city wall of Leber and said, "Vissue Tarik, I think you'd better not rush to argue. You'd better think about how to escape from Eugen before talking about it."

"What?" Hearing this, Tarik looked up in confusion, and saw that Eugen and Simon were picking up the new musket in their hands and pointing the muzzle at them.

"Ha...haha." Tarik's smile was a little stiff, but he still insisted on saying, "Eugen, this idiot, we are at least three hundred meters away from them now. What kind of musket can shoot like this..."

Bang bang!

Before Tarik could finish speaking, a red flame appeared at the muzzles of the two muskets. Tarik vaguely heard two sounds of puffing into the flesh, and then he felt his lower body soften and his whole body began to fall to the ground.

Tarik was still a little confused. It was not until he saw Izart beside him that he understood what had happened.

From his perspective, you can just see the war horse riding under Izart's crotch slump down softly. There was a hole the size of a baby fist on the handsome horse's head. Red blood flowed out of the hole like a clear spring. Through the bullet hole, you could vaguely see the white matter inside. I don't know if it was broken bones or brain matter.

Eugen actually shot their war horses! Tarik finally understood what was going on. He climbed up from the ground in a dirt and immediately felt a strong sense of anger.

No matter what Eugen was going to do, such a thing was an insult to a nobleman. Tarik was almost completely overwhelmed by anger. All he was thinking about was going back and mobilizing the army to completely defeat the hateful Eugen, and then torture him severely.

"Damn it!" Tarik lowered his head and said in a low roar like a wounded wild wolf: "When I transfer all the troops to you, it will be your death! Damn Eugen!"

Tarik gritted his teeth and cursed with resentment. When Izart next to him heard this, he couldn't help but bent down and laughed.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Tarik, Tarik, people call you Wolf Lord, I thought it was people who are afraid of you, but now it seems that this is just saying that you are brainless! Hahahaha!" Izart mocked mercilessly.

Tarik's face became even more ugly, but he still didn't dare to get angry at the duke's heir. On the contrary, he had to laugh and say, "Hehe, that, Master Izart, I don't understand, what you mean."

Izart finally stopped laughing when he heard this. He looked at Tarik with a sarcastic look, raised his hand and patted his head, raised the corner of his mouth and said contemptuously: "Haha, my cute brother Tarik, are you really stupid or fake? You said that the other party has shot your horse, how could you escape?"

As he said that, Izart turned around and glanced at Eugen at the top of the city, and then continued: "Even if you want to run away, with the range and power of the two muskets, you can knock you down on the way to escape. If you can't run away, how can you go back and mobilize the army and take revenge?"

Izart's two passages were as shocked as a thunderstorm, and Tarik's head was stunned. At this time, he truly felt a sense of fear. Indeed, that kind of musket was really terrible. The two sides could penetrate the thick skull of the war horse and kill it with one blow.

When Tarik thought about the possibility of being captured, he felt dark before his eyes, as if the whole world was about to collapse.

"How is this possible?" Tarik said bitterly: "How could their muskets be so powerful? If so, why didn't they shoot me directly at the beginning?"

Until now, Tarik still couldn't believe that Eugen had such a powerful musket in his hand, which completely exceeded his understanding of muskets. This feeling was like a modern person who suddenly saw an alien flying saucer.

"Who knows." Izart's contempt for Tarik has disappeared most of the time. Indeed, facing such a terrible opponent, no general dares to say that he is sure to win.

"Perhaps he wanted to capture us alive from the beginning. We fell into Eugen's spider webs step by step like two unknown flies. At this point, there was no possibility of escape."

Izart sighed, stared at the tall figure, and said slowly: "This Eugen is such a terrible person!"
Chapter completed!