More than ten minutes later, the ringtone rang.

There was a luxurious carriage that was lazily protected by dozens of cavalrymen and walked towards New Orleans.

This is the only road suitable for carriages to pass through on the road to and from the barracks. The remaining roads are either steep or rugged, or they are too narrow, and the horizontal branches can easily scrape the gold and silver decorations on the carriage, affecting the demeanor of the Earl's convoy.

This is also one of the reasons why Earl Galves hates New Orleans from the bottom of his heart.

The road conditions are too bad!

Whether it is a stone road or a dirt road in the suburbs, his convoy cannot run at all. So the short distance from the military camp to the boarding villa alone would waste his precious two hours every day.

If these two hours are spent on recruitment, he can invest at least two hundred more soldiers on the front line.

If these two hours were spent on the battlefield, the damn British might have been driven out of Louisiana by him long ago =...

However, assumptions are assumptions.

As a noble French nobleman with great ambitions, he could never allow himself to spend the night in a simple military camp.

There was no delicious wine, no fragrant coffee, there were no gentle ladies and caring servants by the bed, and the moisture in the tent made his curly hair fluffy and difficult to take care of.

Compared to winning wars quickly, he cares more about how to win gracefully.

Anyway, victory is always his belongings, and Count Galves is destined to become a hero of France!

hero……

The count couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth.

In the past few days, he coaxed away the messengers of the Duke of Richelieu and the Earl of Flanders. These two noble figures would never have imagined that although he made sincere promises, all of them were just a delaying strategy.

The defense of New Orleans is related to the interests of the royal family.

Therefore, the Earl always has the support of His Majesty Louis XVI and Queen Mary.

The queen even sent an envoy to tell him that as long as he could ensure the victory of the Battle of New Orleans and safeguard the important interests of the royal family in New France, the Galves family could be promoted to the "French nobles", and from then on, he got rid of the tragic "ordinary nobles" circle and was on par with those big men who were domineering to him.

At that time, can the messengers who pretend to be powerful in the fox and tiger still show their power in front of him?

Even if nobles like the Duke of Richelieu and Earl of Flanders arrive in person, can they lose face and hold him accountable for his abuse of power?

His actions are for the ultimate benefit of France.

The Count almost smelled the rich fragrance called "Skyrock"!

He has already paid too much for this fragrance. If he still failed in the end, the Galves family, far away in France, would have been torn to pieces by those hungry wolves?

Once he fell on the tip of the sword, he, Earl of Galves, the governor of Louisiana, will eventually be listed with countless charges and be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame, right?

Life and death!

The Count took a deep breath and suddenly began to miss Mrs. Kent's delicate body.

He pushed open the window, poked his head out, and was about to urge the convoy to speed up, but suddenly he saw a shaking green sensation of the lower edge of the car.

Someone had a dozen fresh acorns tied into ears, and were secretly tied to a silver decoration on the wall of the car. As the body of the car gathered and dispersed, it looked particularly blinking under the moonlight.

His anger suddenly became louder: "Al!"

The black slave who was driving the car turned around nervously, blinked his big black and white eyes, and asked innocently: "Master, why are you angry?"

"I remember, I asked you to carefully clean the carriage before every trip. Have you really followed my orders?"

"That's inevitable, master!" Al hurriedly defended, "I cleaned up and down the carriage before every trip, and even every decoration was wiped spotlessly with cotton. I dare to swear to God that there will never be any missing!"

The Count suppressed his anger, reached out and pointed at the string of acorns: "So where did it come from? Did you do that before coming out of the barracks?"

"This string of acorns..."

"Do you want to tell me that this dirty thing was hung up by a mischievous farmer after we drove out of the barracks? Could that farmer approach my carriage in front of dozens of guards, in full view of everyone, and hang an evil accessories called Malicious?"

Al's face turned dark, and even his hands holding the reins began to tremble.

"Master...Master, you have to believe me. I can guarantee that this string of acorns was not there before we drove out of the barracks... As for why it appeared there..."

When he thought that he might have become a laughing stock in New Orleans, the count's anger could no longer bear it and directly interrupted Al's words.

"It seems that it's been seven days since the last whipping? It seems that I'm too tolerant of you, so tolerant that you dare to lie to me, and dare to let my carriage sway over the market with such a dirty thing, and be ridiculed..."

"Master! Al has followed you for three years and has always been your most loyal slave. Even when facing a sharp sword, I have never retreated..."

Bang!

Without warning, a sudden gunshot exploded in the forest. The lead bullet stepped across the branches and accurately hit the shaking bell hundreds of meters away, slashing the horse's neck with long burn marks.

The horse that was in pain neighed and spread its legs and ran on the bumpy road. The knights in front of the car hurriedly gave way to the road, and the faithful Alzhe screamed and subconsciously jumped out of the carriage, leaving the earl and the unmanned crazy horse running farther and farther along the road.

Everyone was stunned.

The captain of the guard who was originally escorting behind the car drove his guard up and rushed up, running and shouting: "Who knows what happened! Tell me, what happened!"

"It seems...we just suffered an unsuccessful assassination?"

"Assassinated?" The head guard stared wide in horror, "Where is the count? Where has the count gone!"

Several knights stretched out their hands and pointed diagonally in the direction of the team's advance: "Sir, the Count's carriage was frightened and ran towards it just now."

"Then are you just watching?" The captain of the guard raised his whip and suddenly saw Al grinning on the ground. "Al, why are you here? In other words... the Count has no coachman at all now?"

Al got up from the ground with difficulty and quickly chose a big tree to hide: "Mr. Brenault, although it is not the time to talk about this, but... don't forget that there is a gunman hiding in the woods."

"Gunner!"

The captain of the guard was shocked, rolled off his horse and leaned against the tree.

"Everyone is hidden! Hidden behind the tree! There are hunters here!" He shouted loudly at the panicked team, "I need a few volunteer warriors to protect the Count! We are guards! Protecting the Count is our duty!"

"Voice up! Get on!"
Chapter completed!