Although rumors about muskets and cannons have spread throughout the imperial capital and everyone has heard of these two things, very few people have actually seen the actual power of muskets and cannons.

With just a few pictures in the newspaper, most people regard muskets and cannons as weapons that can spew flames.

No one could have thought that gunpowder weapons showed their power in the imperial capital for the first time, only two days apart after they appeared in the newspaper.

The gunshots at the door of the Liaison Office of the Principal of Stuart shocked the imperial capital and also affected the entire empire.

On that day, the angry people of the imperial capital surrounded the contact office of the Principality of Stuart again. Like the day before, some led the slogans, some held small flags full of slogans, and some invested in stones in the house.

After the "extreme behavior of the people" the day before, the eldest prince Charles came to visit him in person, and then arranged a corps of 100 people to closely protect the liaison office.

The legion soldiers stood in a row and surrounded the buildings where the contact office was located from four directions. So today, the protesters could not rush into the courtyard of the contact office again.

Sergeant Stuart, who was originally responsible for protecting the security of the liaison office, retreated to the yard and the house.

Isolated by the legion soldiers, the protesters outside could not enter, and the Stuart inside became much more relaxed, and even mocked the people outside in private.

"Cooper, look at that bald man. Didn't he come in first yesterday?" The two sergeants on the roof of the liaison office smoked and looked down at the chaotic crowd down the six-story floor.

Sergeant Cooper looked over and saw that the bald man who had the most frightening fuss yesterday came again. His open-minded floral shirt exposed his fat belly, his big shorts and feet and slippers, and his standard dress as a gangster in the imperial capital.

"Just this grandson, he is a hooligan who is good at eating, drinking, gambling and smoking, and he still says that he came to protest out of righteous indignation! Damn, does he know whether the New World is in the east or west?" Cooper complained.

"The guy who takes money to do business, someone pours dirty water on our Stuart, and the director is trying to solve it." Another sergeant echoed.

The protesters downstairs became more and more intense. Thousands of people gathered on the surrounding streets, and the number was several times that of yesterday. Everyone in the liaison office became nervous. If the soldiers of the outer legion could not stop the protesters and let them rush into the liaison office, they would not be easily dispersed like yesterday, and there would be no casualties in the conflict.

The two Stuart sergeants on duty on the roof were not in the mood to tease the "actor" outside the yard. The two lay beside the wall and looked silently below.

"Leslie, Leslie Benton!" Cooper said suddenly.

"Hmm?" Leslie was too lazy to turn her head back, and she heard it with a hum.

"I heard you just became a father recently?" Cooper seemed to want to talk about some relaxed topics to ease the tension.

"Yes, before I was transferred to the capital, did I ask for leave to go back to visit relatives..." Leslie said with a smile: "I just received a telegram from my family a few days ago. It's a son."

This topic made Leslie feel comfortable, and he also smiled happily in his words: "My servant really can't live. Just this matter, he has to send a telegram. How expensive is the telegram! Isn't it okay to write a letter? I knew a few days ago and couldn't have a few more pieces of meat. Cooper, do you think?"

Cooper nodded, wanted to speak but stopped, and was silent for a long time before saying, "Yes, it's great to write a letter. It's better to know how many days later..."

Cooper's words made Leslie a little confused and didn't know what to say, so he silently stared at the crowd downstairs.

The silence of the two was broken, and footsteps came from the stairs leading to the roof. The two of them became nervous and turned back together.

Up to the top was a young man in a straight suit and gold-rimmed glasses, struggling to climb the last few stairs with a large package on his back.

When the two sergeants saw the visitor, they also relaxed. Leslie put down the weapon in his hand and walked towards the young man and asked, "Secretary Ford, why are you here?"

Ford was the secretary of the Director of the Liaison Office and was also an old acquaintance with these sergeants. Seeing that he was carrying a heavy package, Leslie immediately wanted to come forward to help.

Secretary Ford saw Leslie approaching and subconsciously grabbed the package tighter. He raised his head to look at Cooper behind him, and a cold gaze flashed under his gold-rimmed glasses.

Cooper's eyes were erratic, and he did not dare to look at Ford, and looked down at his toes.

Secretary Ford put down the heavy package behind him and raised his left hand to make a stop. Seeing this, Leslie stopped and looked confused.

He stroked his right hand and stroked his gold-rimmed glasses. Secretary Ford looked angry and said, "What's going on? Time has passed, do you know, why haven't you deal with it yet?"

Leslie looked confused and couldn't figure out why Secretary Ford, who had always been kind, suddenly became angry and said something strange that was inconspicuous.

"Secretary Ford, when?" Leslie raised his hand to grab his short hair.

"He was talking to me..." Cooper's voice suddenly appeared in Leslie's ear.

When did Cooper appear around?

Leslie hadn't figured out the problem yet, and a strong arm locked his neck from behind.

I can't breathe well and cannot break free.

Leslie's chaotic consciousness confirmed that the person who attacked him was Cooper, who had been in the army for a year, his partner on duty, and his usual brothers, how could he suddenly attack him?

Before he could figure out this problem, Leslie, who had only struggled for a few times, fell into a coma.

Before he was unconscious, he seemed to hear Cooper's voice saying, "Don't worry, you will become a hero, and your wife and your son will be taken care of."

Why……

"The kindness of a woman!" Ford said.

"You have to care! Don't forget that your mission is to cooperate with me!" Cooper put down Leslie, who was unconscious in his arms, and glared at Ford fiercely.

"Look at me for what I'm doing? Come and help, these things are too heavy!" Ford avoided Cooper's gaze and leaned over to pick up the package, but couldn't lift it up.

Cooper strode forward, grabbing the package with one hand and mentioning the edge of the roof.

When the package was opened, Cooper took out four muskets and turned out some paper shells.

Ford stepped forward and took the musket, loaded it skillfully, and then arranged the muskets by the wall.

Then Cooper took out more than a dozen black fist-sized things and built them together by the wall.

Ford looked at the protesters downstairs, then quickly put his body back on the wall, sat down with his back, raised his hand and stroked his gold-rimmed glasses, and said, "There are so many people, are you nervous?"

Cooper also sat next to Ford against the wall, lit a cigarette and handed it to the young man in formal clothes beside him.

"Smoke one, if you can't escape, you won't regret not smoking a cigarette."

Ford took the cigarette silently, took a few sips, and then coughed violently, and his tears were choked. He had to take off his glasses and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his silk shirt.
Chapter completed!