togophonebook #140 - Oh, there is an unexpected gain
#140 - Oh, there is an unexpected gain
It's highly likely that their capture of Sissi wasn't a coincidence.
As he walked, Horn continued to ponder this matter in his mind.
However, what he couldn't determine was who was directing their actions.
The signature was from the Duke, but that doesn't necessarily mean the Duke was directing them.
Or perhaps the Duke was trying to test him in this way?
Carrying the bag filled with coins and doubt, Horn approached the camp gate, only to find that the elderly, weak, women, and children at the gate had been dispersed.
Unbeknownst to when, each of the ten-house leaders, along with a thousand strong youths, had already silently formed a semi-encirclement.
Soldiers in black, armed with spears, were mixed in the crowd, and from the outlines of some people's cloaks, one could see that they were hiding something thick, black, long, and straight.
Several thugs convulsed on the ground, while Jeanne, holding the battle flag, glared at them fiercely.
Originally, the thugs were still yelling, but when they saw Jeanne and the forest of spears erected in the crowd, these voices grew quieter and quieter.
When Horn stood at the camp gate again, the remaining thugs had run far away, leaving only one thug beside the three knights.
The three knights looked nervously in the direction Horn came from, appearing eager to leave first.
"Hey, come and get it!" Horn threw the bag of money on the ground.
The knight gave his thug companion a look, and the thug tremblingly escorted Sissi closer.
After walking about halfway, the thug kicked Sissi in the back, sending him crashing directly into Horn.
Grabbing the money bag, the thug scrambled towards the knights.
Sissi murmured, leaning on Horn's shoulder: "Your Grace, don't be impulsive..."
"Don't worry, it's alright now."
Amidst the thug's desperate shouts, the three knights who got the money, not wanting to wait even a moment, rode away.
Leaving him alone, surrounded by the thousands of angry youths.
"Just let them go like that?" Ignoring the beaten thug, Armand walked to Horn's side and asked in a low voice.
"If we don't let them go, how will we know where they came from?" Horn said, subtly nodding towards Jeshka in the distance.
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"I thought they were so ruthless, a holy grandson, but just a coward."
"As soon as Boss Rotten Nose arrived, they were so scared that they took out the money."
On the country path, the Rotten Nose Knight carried the money bag, humming a little tune as he moved forward slowly.
Beside him, the thugs, each holding two gold pounds, were excitedly discussing where to go next to spend money.
"I heard that some citizens went bankrupt and started doing 'half-covered door' business."
"That's perfect. Usually, they look down on us with disdain. I just want to see that expression, that expression of being humiliated by me but being helpless!"
"Hahahaha!"
As they were talking and laughing, the sound of rapid hooves echoed from the corner at the end of the dirt slope.
Raising his guard, Rotten Nose looked towards that side.
He saw an old priest riding a horse, rushing over breathlessly. Before he even dismounted, he shouted at Rotten Nose: "Where are the people? I'm asking you, where are the people?"
The knights and thugs exchanged glances, and no one spoke.
"You bunch of idiots!" The priest with the Paul-style Mediterranean hairstyle was so angry that his beard was trembling, "Who told you to send that secret society to ask for money."
"Don't be angry, Old Bishop Bu'erweierfu." The Rotten Nose Knight laughed, "Didn't you want that holy grandson? We originally wanted to use this secret society to exchange for that holy grandson..."
"Then did you exchange him? Huh? I'm asking you, did you exchange him?"
"Old thing." Seemingly unable to bear his boss being humiliated like this, one of the thugs behind him shouted, "You weren't even there. What are you saying so glibly? Those tens of thousands of people surrounded you, and there was a witch. Would you dare to speak?"
"You..."
"What are you doing? Impudent!" The Rotten Nose Knight slapped the back of his subordinate's head with his rotten teeth, then said to Bishop Bu'erweierfu, "We are all country bumpkins. Old Bishop, don't mind us.
I originally wanted to take the opportunity to fish out that fake holy grandson, but their witch dared to use magic in broad daylight.
I didn't wear armor today. Rather than resist stubbornly, I would rather save my useful body to serve you. After all, there will be opportunities in the future.
He can't stay hidden forever. Look, I even helped you get 250 gold pounds of taxes."
"I want the money? Oh dear." Bu'erweierfu stamped his feet repeatedly, "Alright, you all go back. Don't come out again during this time."
"My original intention was good, but the execution was bad..." Halfway through his words, the Rotten Nose Knight suddenly stopped.
With the wind, he could hear the creaking sound.
The mainspring was tightening, the gears were turning, and the gears were striking the serrated grooves of the firing lever, making a clock-like "tick-tock" sound.
"You stopped halfway through your quote, do you want me to applaud you? Still not..."
Falling off the horse in a panic, the Rotten Nose Knight also knocked down Bishop Bu'erweierfu in front of him.
"Bang bang bang!"
Nearly twenty mainspring keys were pulled out, and the tightly wound German silver mainspring released in less than a tenth of a second, turning the magic power stored in the German silver into a huge amount of kinetic energy.
The forged refined iron firing lever made a harsh wail, its edge sliding countless sparks in the barrel, pushing gravel and iron sand forward.
"Whoosh——"
The air wave in the balancing hole blew the surrounding leaves rustling, followed by the thunder when the firing lever pushed the bullets.
The iron sandstorm enveloped the area, and the surrounding trees were shaken back and forth by stray bullets.
Under the shotgun, a knight's chain mail was completely shattered in the blink of an eye.
Riveted iron rings rolled down from the horse's back, scattered all over the ground, sticking to thick blood.
Iron sand with rust, stone bullets soaked in horse manure, crazily bit his body, broke through his thick skin, and continued to advance in the solid flesh and blood.
The bodies of transcendent knights surpass ordinary people, and most of the iron sand cannot penetrate their bodies, it can only stay in the internal organs, muscles and bones, constantly rubbing.
It wasn't until this time that screams rang out on this quiet path.
"Ah——I can't see, I can't see!"
"My intestines, my intestines——"
"Gurgle gurgle——"
Some thugs covered their gaping brains, while others covered their generous chests, with fresh blood flowing on the ground with minced meat and blood clots.
However, it was a shotgun after all, and the aim was not very accurate, and the kinetic energy decay was still a bit large. This wave only killed and injured a small half of the people.
The remaining iron sand and stone bullets didn't know where they had flown.
"Creak creak."
The devilish voice rang out again.
The Rotten Nose Knight half-knelt on the ground and shouted hoarsely: "Brothers, charge, they are hiding in the bushes on both sides of the slope!"
These thugs were indeed a bit desperate and fierce. Seeing the tragic situation of their companions, seven or eight slightly injured or uninjured people actually picked up their maces and rushed towards the slopes on both sides.
But they had only run a few steps when they slowly stopped.
From the slopes on both sides, spears pierced through the darkness, and the people holding the spears were also soldiers in black.
Behind the double row of spears like a forest were rows of dark clockwork guns. The holy gunners were sweating profusely, holding the gun handles, and continued to tighten the mainspring key.
The bright spear tips and the dark gun barrels made people dizzy, and the thugs were immediately dizzy and fell to the ground, and some even knelt on the ground.
"Bang!"
Regardless of the thugs, the neat thunder rang out again, and there were not many thugs left standing.
After two rounds of volleys, the spearmen began to stride forward, stabbing the injured thugs on the ground one by one, and charging towards the remaining thugs.
The Rotten Nose who had just shouted "Brothers, charge" took this opportunity to jump up and get on his horse, charging towards the road ahead.
"Hey! I haven't gotten on the horse yet? I haven't gotten on the horse yet!" Flipping over, Bu'erweierfu shouted desperately.
The Rotten Nose Knight rushed past him like the wind.
"Hey——" Bu'erweierfu's cry stopped abruptly when he saw the road ahead.
On the road ahead of the Rotten Nose Knight's charge was Horn with a plain face, holding a clockwork gun.
Unlike others, the clockwork gun in Horn's hand was two meters long, requiring not only a support but also a soldier to hold the barrel in front.
This was a custom-made clockwork gun for him byLeikeduo and Jeanne——Kannidi Great Lift.
Due to Horn's massive magic power, he didn't need any German silver alloy mainspring. He used a full German silver mainspring, and the mainspring box was even more than twice the size of ordinary mainspring boxes.
Added quality and quantity.
Seeing Horn blocking in front of him with his own strength, the Rotten Nose Knight immediately grinned and accelerated the speed of his horse, raising the knight's sword in his hand high.
Smiling, Horn pulled out the wrench-sized mainspring key.
It was like turning on a switch.
The violent scream in the pressure hole was like a banshee's shriek, and the sound of the firing lever galloping in the barrel was like Thor's chariot.
Even the nearby holy gunners and pikemen covered their ears.
People can cover their ears, but warhorses don't have hands.
"You this..."
The bullet left the barrel, the black shadow swept across, and the blood mist diffused in the air. The knight shook all over and leaned back.
The warhorse under the Rotten Nose Knight let out a wail, throwing the Rotten Nose Knight on its back, and also slipped to the ground.
Looking at the Rotten Nose Knight on the ground again, only half of his head was still on his neck. From the upper chin to the crown of his head, it had turned into a pile of minced meat, scattered and hanging on the branches.
His eyeballs pierced the sky, bouncing on the ground, rolling to Bu'erweierfu, who was covered in shit and urine.
Bu'erweierfu was originally kneeling on the ground, and when he saw the eyeballs, he was so scared that he leaned back, but stepped on his own shit and urine, and fell to the ground with his butt.
"Old Bishop." In the crisp footsteps, the leather boots fell heavily, stomping on the eyeballs, and Horn smiled lightly, "Are you interested in telling me what's going on here?"