In the deserted alleys, overturned carriages, the wind rises in the wild, blows through the bushes, and shakes sand and dust.

Dark clouds gathered in the distance, layer by layer like rolling cotton balls, responding to the fierce gunfights faintly outside the field of vision, like muffled thunders, shocking the world.

If all this is compared to a static oil painting, then everyone in it is the constituent element of the painting, or the most trivial part.

Those hiding in the woods, those hiding in the carriages, those holding their hearts, and those with courage...

Exist, but not.

Since the gunshot that killed the galloping horse, this Schrödinger-like stalemate has lasted for a long time.

Lorraine's heart was raised to her throat, and the hammer rumbled, and she felt that she would jump out of her throat at any time.

The car overturned.

Just less than 20 meters away from him, the galloping carriage turned over and hit the ground, rolling with a loud bang. The scattered decorations on the carriage splashed all over the ground, and the wet soil pulled out long new marks.

The car accident was so heroic. Is the count in the car still alive?

Lorraine wanted to send someone to explore, but reason told him that it was far from the time they came on stage.

Coming too early will mess up everything. The assassins hiding across the street may be scared away and cancel the assassination plan. When they run away, Lorraine's existence will become very embarrassing. Even if the explanation is so scattered, he will not be able to get rid of the assassin's suspicion.

This will be the worst outcome.

So, wait...

On both sides of the forest, the gunmen with ulterior motives were waiting with a breath of breath and competing for patience, and no one took the lead.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the overturning carriage finally moved.

A big hand, white skin, bruised hand, pushed open the car door facing the sky with difficulty. The twisted and deformed shaking skin made a squeaking sound, and raised the door like a baffle.

Bang!

Another gunshot exploded across the opposite side of Lorraine, and a fire suddenly appeared. A rapid lead bullet crossed the space and burst out a huge hole in the door panel.

When Lorraine saw that her big hand shrank back, she finally couldn't help but open the corners of her mouth.

The Count is still alive, and the assassination begins!

"Kill the stupid Frenchman!"

"Kill the Frenchman! Drink the strongest rum and sleep the hottest woman!"

Accompanied by the naked battle roster, at least twenty gunmen rushed out from the other end of the forest, only half of Daniel's intelligence. It can be imagined that they sent the other half to a distance to block the loyal and brave guards for Lorraine.

"This money is really worth it." Lorraine muttered softly, and her arm that had been raised for a long time swung heavily, "Kill!"

Cron waited for the order!

The burly Germanic shipman stood up and a low order spread throughout the forest: "Protect the Count! Fight according to tactics!"

"Come on! Each of them is formed, gunfire is still happening! Fire!"

"Open fire!"

The Jackdaw entered the battle group!

The forty-man musket team quickly divided into ten teams as quickly as during training, carrying crude double-barrel hunting rifles to form a smooth rotation battle formation.

The front row always keeps two shooting, and the main shooter opens the hammer as fast as possible and completes two rounds of shooting. Whether he hears the gunshot or not, he will drop the barrel as soon as possible and retreat to the back row.

The deputy archer held his ears and listened to the sound around him. Once he heard the hammer empty, he immediately raised his gun to shoot. When the main archer retreated into the back formation, he moved one step left to become the new main archer in the queue, and went forward to the front and freed for his companions in the back.

Repeat!

This strange land tactic combines the four people into a whole, like the four corners of a rectangle, spinning and strolling in the dense forest.

The assassins were not prepared for this sudden encounter. They were shot down seven people as soon as they met. The remaining people rolled and crawled back to the woods, using thick trees as support, and shot against the musket team in panic.

Pressing quickly forms.

Crom stood majestic by the woods, like a real general, adjusting the situation of the battle with one general after another.

"The third, sixth, seventh group, the cover king assault position."

"The first, second, fifth, ninth group, commanded by Desai, suppressing the opposite side."

"The tenth group moved north to guard against the assassin's subsequent reinforcements."

"The fourth and eighth group, take over the carriage and guard the wounded!"

The king also killed him.

He was wearing an exaggerated colorful coat, with oil paint on his face and feathers wrapped around his head, like a bright parrot, rushing out of the woods with a short spear.

"Yeah!"

He screamed strangely, and took a steadily. Every step jumped out nearly two meters away, and every time he landed, it was accompanied by a mysterious turn, as if his body was completely free from inertia and gravity.

He called this kind of pace "gossip puzzle step".

Poly lines, straight lines, slashes, backward slashes...

The flea-like king also became very interested and attracted nearly half of the firepower on the opposite side by himself. He danced alone in the roar of muskets, which seemed dangerous, but actually was comfortable.

Because there were not many lead shots that actually shot at him, once the gunman on the opposite side showed up, he would soon be knocked down by the platoon behind Wang Ye, and only a few people had the chance to pull the trigger.

He rushed into the dense forest in a daze, raised his hand and thrust out the short gun in his hand, whistling through the belly of an assassin gunman.

"Bless me in the Inca Sun King!"

Beijing films, Cantonese, with a swaying French charm, mixed with a little Jiangxi dialect and calling the mountain. Wang Ye's battle name is so chaotic that even his master's spirit in the sky, but he was magically scared by the assassins.

The fur hunter who led the team shouted in horror: "It's the Inca warriors! Those legendary god of death, Aztec's flying eagle warriors!"

call!

Wang, who fell from the sky, kicked him to the ground, stepped on him with heavy leather boots, leaned down, and slowly pulled out the scimitar from his waist.

"You are wrong. The captain said I am a Skyhawk Warrior, a New Age Skyhawk Warrior, in Quechua, it is called Eva."

"Ai...wa?"

The scimitar swung, and blood splattered three feet!

...

The battle is in full swing.

Kron and the Musketeers had already controlled the situation on the battlefield. The assassins on the opposite side were suppressed by the dense firepower and could not look up. The rush of Wang Ye and the commandos made their jungle positions mess up.

Lorraine stood up while patting her clothes, took off the huge hammer that he had never left behind from Cron, carried it backwards, and walked towards the carriage step by step.

The carriage is extremely strong.

After experiencing the initial panic, Lorraine discovered that under such a fierce overturn, its bread-shaped carriage did not undergo excessive distortion and deformation, and the columns of the carriage were not broken.

This shows that the car is covered with iron...

The assassin opposite had not been completely imposed. At this time, he climbed into the carriage and the door was the lesson of the car.

Want to impress the Count who escaped from death, but did not want to take too much risk... Lorraine looked at the carriage lying on the ground in depressed manner and decided to engage in some violent acts.

He walked to the side of the carriage, facing the miserable twisted axle and wheel hub, and spitted twice, rubbed his palms.

"Is it Earl of Galves? Please try to stick to the roof of the carriage to avoid unnecessary accidental injuries."

“What…what?”

The response in the car was a little surprised and panicked, but Lorraine didn't have the desire to talk between the walls. She simply lifted the sledgehammer, twisted her waist, and slammed her into the axle and skeleton with a heavy hammer.

The hammer easily broke a big hole at half a man's height.

Lorraine pulled out the hammer, leaned down, and put on a smile as approachable as possible.

He saw a nobleman who described his miserableness, with a pair of dull and slightly fierce green eyes.

"Earl Galves, I was relieved to see that you are still healthy and energetic."

The count's hands and feet were wide open against the curved roof, his face pale, sweaty, and silt: "You... are you?"

"My name is Edward Kenway, a free smuggling merchant." Lorraine stood up and raised the sledgehammer again, "Don't worry, I'm here to save you."
Chapter completed!