Chapter 331 Assassination of Lombard?

It is still an empty road after the patrols have cleared the scene. Even if there are passers-by, they will consciously stay away, or be quickly driven by the patrols. The patrols will still be around the patrols. "Traveling" surrounded by groups...

But when Tyres once again rode on the streets of Longyan City, he had a different feeling, not only because he was different from the usual way to go to chess, not just because the comets were watching. Followed.

After all, this may be his six-year hostage career, the last time he walked in Longyan.

Probably Niely knows this too.

So when Tyres was uncharacteristic, did not pick up the high speed galloping of the reins (when he used to play chess, this always caused the surrounding Dagong Guards to complain), but let the veteran Jennard - he is the violent dark horse Jane The only person who was not so repulsive except for Tyres - holding the reins and moving slowly, and traveling all the way to the axe area, the comet was just dissatisfied with the mouth, but did not say anything.

"Jenard," Tyres looked at the building that was retrogressed on both sides: "From the birch forest in the north, you have been in the mission for more than six years."

Jenard looked back at the prince and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

Tyres sighed: "I have been trapped in Longyan City for so long..."

"It's far less exciting than when you were under the hands of the Duke of John, and probably not as comfortable as the city defense team in Yongxing City."

"It must be very boring."

Listening to Tyre's words, Genard's eyes looked into the distance.

The Xinghui Legion veteran who had served under the flower of the Starry God of War and the Fortress, experienced the disaster of 18 years ago, after a six-year period in the North, became a spirit, sweeping the city defense team The numbness and death of the times.

Although he has always been a tool for the Duke of Iris in the birch groves of the stars, it has attracted the blood of the princes and guilty.

"Compared to the hardships you have endured, it’s nothing to be bored," Genard sighed. "And compared with the **** battles of the Scarlet Year, this boring is not worth mentioning. ”

Taylors did not speak.

His brow wrinkled unconsciously.

The year of blood.

Bloody wars.

The team is slowly advancing. Although it may be the last leg, the patrols and Dagong guards composed of the Northland people are still doing their duty to clear the road and guard the surrounding areas.

"Thank you, Jennard," the second prince turned his head and looked deeply at the veteran Janet from Yongxing City. "Your service in six years is actually far more than what you owe to the Duke of John." Kindness."

"No, Your Highness," Jennard nodded. "I should thank you."

"As for the kindness I owe to the Duke of John..." His expression sank, the pain that floated up between the brows, subconsciously turned his face:

"No, that's something I can't pay for in my life."

Taylors is fixedly looking at the back of this veteran.

The prince took a deep breath and remembered the little sarcophagus seen in the tomb of the comet: "The star of the Lake Duke, John Comet, I heard you say something about him... humorous, approachable?"

When he heard the familiar name, Jenard could not help but sway.

"Yes, Your Highness, but the Duke's approachable, not quite the same as you..."

It seems that when I mentioned that one, Genard’s look and spirit lived up: “I still remember the day of conscription... Although the Duke went to middle age, there was no excessive majesty and shelf...”

"He is very bad at martial arts, but his eyesight is good, but his voice is even better, and he will play the lute... no matter nobles, farmers, businessmen, craftsmen, soldiers, even prostitutes and prisoners of war, he can always follow various people. Minor: It’s easy to find John in the military camp, because where the laughter is the biggest, the Duke must be there.”

When Jainard was immersed in the memories of the past, he couldn't help but laugh: "I often think that he is a little... ignorant."

Hey silly?

Taylors cast a doubtful look.

"It's not disrespectful, just," Jenard frowned. "I don't know how to express it... Anyway, all of our guards are talking to him, subconsciously treating him as a member of his own, not authoritarian. The commander in charge, or the noble star of the world, the Duke of Xinghu."

Jennard said that the more powerful: "18 years ago, at the military meeting of the Stars and Regiment, the Duke was always in a daze, or fell asleep, snoring and even drooling. The nobles present were very embarrassed... For this, Captain Sonya had no pity and apologized, and biting her teeth in public, knocking on the head of the Duke until he woke him up from sleep - or knocking on the faint, Kenyan vice captain had once used ice water to take him away. A record of waking up in the laziness."

The veteran laughed: "Although the Duke feels aggrieved every time, he pitifully argues that he is not sleeping, but thinking about countermeasures in his dreams."

what?

Sleeping at a military conference?

This is... calming the rebellion - the Star Wars?

Tyres listened with a glimpse of it, and could not help but scratch his head: "Sounds really... amount, special?"

"Of course, just listening to the absurdity, after all, if he is really a fool," Genard looked at Taylors with a deep look and sighed: "There will be no title of 'Xinghui Ares' It is."

Tyres slightly frowned.

"What about you, Willow?"

Walking on the back of his horse, the soldier with a long, short and two guns tied on his back was stunned and called out, and was taken aback:

"um, I?"

In the past six years, this new recruit who was rescued from the gallows by Tyres in the Broken Dragon Fortress, after experiencing the experience from the Black Sands to Longyan City, washed away the childishness of the body, although in the team. The veterans still like to take him to joke.

"How do you feel during the six years of Longyan City?"

"To tell the truth, when I came out of the fortress six years ago, I didn't expect to stay in the enemy for so long," Reached by veteran Gernard, Willow quickly adjusted his expression: "But... ”

"Uncle Uncle said," he frowned. "Because you are here, the people of the North have peace."

"So, this is probably worth it."

Taylors glimpsed.

Willow looked up and his face was bitter:

"That is..."

"You know, I sometimes think about it," Willow sighed. "If you were 18 years ago, just like this, you can make Exter..."

"Maybe war will not happen, my sister will not die."

Taylors bowed his head and fell into meditation.

"Yes." He faintly said as if to talk to himself.

The team moved forward again, passing a gap between the spear area and the axe area.

"Wai Ya," the prince riding on the horse raised his hand and crossed the heavy guards on both sides, pointing to the three-story building with a terrace not far away:

"That house is the chess room we go to once a month, is it?"

"Yes, Your Highness." The attendant officer carefully observed it and replied cautiously.

Tyres looked at the familiar silhouette of the building, quite inexplicable emotion:

“In the past, we all went directly to the spear area and never saw it from this angle.”

He looked at the specially decorated chess room in a meaningful way, remembering the few "classes" experience with Eichda: "I probably miss the time to play chess inside."

"In fact, it's not too far away, if you want to," Wyatt estimated the distance to the house: "Would you like to go see?"

"No," Thiers shook his head, pointing to Nikola, who was next to him, and sighed, "Look at his face..."

"He probably can't wait to pick up an assassin now, kill me before we go to the black sand collar."

This made Wye deeply frown and glanced at the surroundings subconsciously.

Rolf made a mocking expression to him, and unexpectedly attracted the glory of the attendant.

Nie Lai turned his head and snorted with disdain and urged him immediately.

"Your deputy?" the comet asked coldly: "Why didn't you see the sly Pudley Nieman, go with you to the black sand collar?"

Tyres sank and shook his head. "We haven't seen it for nearly six years. To be exact, Putile has not been in my mission for a long time."

"I haven't seen it for six years. When I appear, I am accompanied by a free alliance with the stars." Nie Lai's face is sullen and her words are stiff:

"Maybe I should grab him in the morning - the man is not simple, maybe he is the middleman of the stars and Rumba."

Tyres eyebrows pick one.

"According to Putilai, he has been stalked by you in Longyan City," Tyres sighed. "Don't you know more about his every move than I do?"

Niely grinds his teeth and warns him.

"Speaking of this, you know," the comet said coldly: "I have confirmed it, leaking it - the person who revealed the secret of the female grandfather to the darkroom, not Brisbane."

Taylors is a light glimpse.

The prince who remembered something in a second, then he curled up the corner of his mouth and spit in the air.

Do you still need to confirm?

But Nie's expression immediately became terrible.

"Columba is what you brought."

"So, if it wasn't for Brisbane, is that you, little prince?"

The comet's expression is cold, and a pair of people will be ready to slap him at any time: "You took the initiative to leak the biggest secret of Longyan City to the black sand collar and the darkroom, so the king would only grab our handle and come here. Joining you with you?"

Nani?

It took two seconds for Teres to think about what Nie Lai meant from the state of blasphemy.

The next moment, the prince's eyes widened and the tone suddenly increased: "What?"

Niely did not pay attention to his horror, and continued to whisper: "Answer me - handing this handle to Lombard, is that you?"

Thales looked at the comet slyly, remembering the lie he had made in order to test the other side not long ago.

The comet is still staring at him with a burning gaze.

Looking at the comet, there is no joke at all, and the ridiculous Teres is quite big.

This guy is really...

Seriously.

In the next second, Taylor took a deep breath and let the air stay in the lungs for a while before he spit out.

"It’s still an old saying, Nie Lai," he shook his head quite helplessly: "In some things, I am with you..."

Tyres looked at the eyes of the comet, especially sincerely:

"Really not a level."

After saying this, Taylors never ignored the ugly expression of Nicholas, and signaled that Jenard urged the horse and crossed him.

Behind the tales, the light-fair elf guard quickly followed, and the half face under the cloak spit out his tongue against the star-studded comet.

Just at this time.

Hey!

A shrill rush, coming from afar!

The whole team seemed to be shackled by an invisible hand, and the life stopped.

Many people have changed dramatically.

Tyres looks white and seems to have awakened a scene in his memory.

When he recognized the sound of this sound, he hurriedly said:

"It's a smashing arrow!"

The outside patrols quickly line up the formation, the Dagong Guards consciously encircled the inside, and the stars people responded with the prince as the center.

Eda slid shortly over Jenny's horseshoe in two steps, and stalked to Taylors. Genard habitually blocked the black horse, and Willow gritted his gun.

Wyeia will subconsciously pull down the tales, but she will be held down by Nie Lai!

"Everyone, calm!"

The poorly-faced comet pushed away from Wyatt and patiently reprimanded the attendant: "This is just the signal of the Dragon City! It is not nearby!"

Nie Lai, who was nervous, nodded to the people around him: the team that formed the protection of the Northland people immediately spread out in a well-trained manner, with a clear division of labor and a wait-and-see attitude.

In the patrol team that opened ahead, several soldiers climbed the horses and set off on different streets to inquire about intelligence.

Wyatt was sober, and she looked at the same face with whitish tales.

"This is... what's wrong?" This is the terrible Tyres.

[Listen to the sound, front. This is Rolf's sign language.

"This is the squad's ringing arrow," Nie Lai stared at the empty street ahead:

"They need reinforcements."

Tyres slightly frowned.

Need reinforcement?

"Head!"

Lord Justin looked at the distance with a serious look, and his tone was very tense: "The direction of the arrow... is the front, the destination we are going to, the mission of the axe area!"

The team of the Northerners, especially the less trained patrols, was immediately stunned.

The team around the habitual alert immediately turned their eyes and looked at the street ahead.

Nie Lai slammed, his face calm and staring at the direction of the sound.

"what?"

Tyres was shocked: "Let the group squatting? Isn't that rumba..."

"enough!"

Nie Lai’s violent screams interrupted everyone’s uncertain speculation:

"The patrol is under the jurisdiction of the General Order Office of the Dresden garrison. The patrol reinforcements from other districts will soon be in place."

He chilled out and spoke with the commander's prestige: "And that has nothing to do with us! What we have to do now is to stand by and wait for the warning, wait for the front..."

The next moment.

Hey -!

Another rush, interrupted Nie Lai’s words!

"Head, second hair!"

Justin pressed the voice on Nikola's side, but couldn't help but feel anxious: "It seems that the situation is urgent!"

The breath of the people of Beidi and the stars began to accelerate.

Tyres stared at the street ahead and felt the tension in the air getting stronger.

Nie Laiyi frowned and bit his teeth: "Detective ride, what is the return in front?"

"If there is something big in front of it," Taylors grinned. "It may be caught."

The prince couldn’t take care of the face of the comet, and he turned his head and hurriedly pointed to the short man under a cloak:

"Eda!"

"I know, you can see!"

Edda pouted, snorted dissatisfied, and said something that Tyres could not understand.

But her movements did not drag on a bit: I saw the elf guards rushing to the side of the street, catching a pane, and smashing the top of the three-story house on one side in three or two steps.

In the eyes of everyone, she is as swift as a gecko, attracting amazement.

On the roof, Edda gently lifted his right hand and stopped in front of the forehead covered by the cloak.

The elf at that moment seemed very comfortable, as if feeling the breeze.

But the teams on the street were all staring nervously at her.

The comet snorted dissatisfiedly and muttered to Justin: "So we can't keep up with her..."

A few seconds later, Edda turned his head and his expression sank.

"The specific situation can't be seen clearly, but I can see the crowds who are running away." In the face of the nervous and expecting eyes of all people, Edda is stunned and returns from the perspective that ordinary people can't see: "Oh, there is still a fight in the air." The voice, at least a dozen pairs..."

Taylors narrowed his eyes: the crowd that fled? How many pairs?

But the elves will soon not have to say anything more.

"Lord Nicholas!"

As the hoof sounded, a cavalry of the previous patrol hurried back, and in a rushing voice, it was quite angry:

"Before... the station of the black sand collar... Lombard... The king's shack... suffered an attack!"

Everyone was surprised!

King's Pavilion?

Attack?

The cavalry was anxious to continue: "The guards of the shacks... it seems very bad... the patrol in the axe area... unprepared, two order officers, three teams are fighting, I saw several bodies..."

Many people frowned.

"stop!"

Nie Lai's slap in the face, interrupting his incoherent return: "Only two things: the enemy? The current situation?"

The cavalry snorted, and this was a little refreshed in the pant.

"It's very confusing!"

The cavalry whistling inquiring into the news shook his head: "The other side has launched a raid from more than one place. The number is unknown. It looks like a northerner, not only a sword, but also a bow..."

"As for us, the people of the Black Sands and the patrols are fighting, and the ordering officials at the periphery are blocking the fortifications, but there are civilians who are fleeing everywhere, and even those who have a feverish mind and take up arms to fight the war..."

When I heard this, Justin looked tight and leaned over to Nilai Leer: "Today is listening to the government day. There are too many aristocrats in the axe area. Their private soldiers and guards are in trouble..."

Taylor's brow wrinkled deeper.

Nie Lai’s expression was like a frost, and he nodded. “Continue to explore and send people back to the palace and the Regency of Brisbane.”

The comet returned, first glanced at the Dagong guards, watching most of them perform steadily, and then nodded with satisfaction:

"Oh, I dare to listen to the government day, and still do it in the aristocratic area of ​​the axe area..."

Nicholas looked at the sky ahead and snorted, and there was a little gloating in the words:

"No matter who the enemy is, they must hate the king..."

He turned his head and yelled at the sulky prince: "It seems that the journey to the axe area to go to Lombard has to be postponed, the little prince."

Still not waiting for Tyres to return, Nie Lai ordered aloud:

"Everyone!"

"Open the patrol team, after the next wave of whistle, immediately stop moving forward, pull up the line of defense, block the flow of people from the axe area, prohibit anyone from passing - whether it is their own or others!"

The patrol that heard the order immediately acted—from the accident six years ago, the patrol of the first gate was the same as the court guard, and immediately followed the command of the Grand Duke or the Dagong guard.

Nie Lai’s voice was decisive: “As for the Dagong’s guards... the bow-hands spread out on the ground, fill in the defenses, clean up the commanding heights on both sides of the street, ensure the vision, and kill any unknown targets moving high here!”

"As for us, change direction, return to the Yingling Palace in the same way... Justin, you carry the fourth team to start the interception formation, responsible for the break, be alert to any threat from that direction!"

Dagong’s actions were more rapid and frivolous than the patrols: they immediately turned to the former team and turned to the retracement. Lord Justin’s team almost formed a wall, sealing the road leading to the chaotic area, many bows. The pickpocket climbed the houses on both sides and pulled out long arrows, aiming at that direction with vigilance.

Tyles sighed as he listened to the other’s blockade and retreat: he knew the attitude of the comet.

"Hey," Tyres turned and reminded the comet: "I know you really want to see him die, but if Lombard died here today..."

"For Longyan City, are you sure this is a good thing?"

Niely shook his head disdainfully: "My duty now is to transport you back to the Palace of the Spirit, and nothing else."

Taylors took a deep breath.

"Well," the prince spread his hands: "Think about it, King Chaman died inexplicably in the Dragon City under the female Grand Duke..."

"If I am praying for the city or squatting on the city, it must be a pre-emptive criticism of the Long Yucheng, which is weakly protected or even suspected, and then in the election of the Wanghui..."

The comet is a little bit.

He turned to look at Tyres, his face cold.

Taylor shrugged helplessly: "For the Dragon City?"

At this time, the sound of the third slamming arrow came from far away.

The atmosphere is even more tense.

After a few seconds, Nie Lai’s roared and turned around:

"The **** is raised..."

He dissatisfied and yelled: "Gella, you bring the fifth and sixth teams, go to the patrol team to reinforce the patrol there - we have practiced this situation in six years, you know what to do!"

Galla, an old-fashioned Dagong guard, nodded, smiled pitifully, and took half of the Dagong guards to help.

Nie Lai’s mood is obviously very bad: “Others, retracing according to the original plan!”

In a bad atmosphere, the group turned in a complicated mood and returned in the direction of coming.

They hurried back for a few minutes until they returned to the junction of the axe and the spear area, and saw the familiar chess room, and the tension in the team slowly subsided.

"Oh," Wyah sighed in a tight tone: "Why can we always run into this kind of thing?"

"Calm, Wyah," Tyres said with a sullen look: "Remember my words: don't panic."

But Tyres himself adjusted his breathing on horseback and thought about what he had just done.

In today’s listening day, in the axe area where the nobility gathered...

Attack, no, is the assassination of Chaman Rumba?

who is it?

and……

If Lombard died here...

Thinking of this, Tyres squeezed his fist and clasped the saddle.

He stayed in the middle of the retreating team and looked dignified.

"Hey! Little prince."

"You know," the comet rode to the side of Tells, coldly and quietly: "If we maintain the usual speed of galloping, and then rush to the axe area earlier, we may be able to catch up with the attack."

Tyres frowned. "What do you mean?"

Niely shook his head: "I mean... your head, maybe not cheaper than Lombard's life."

What Taylors thinks, the scalp is tight:

"You said that the group might be hacking me?"

Niely snorted disdainfully.

The second prince looked around subconsciously: the street was calm, and Edda was vigilantly galloping on the roof, watching the surroundings condescendingly, and the ranks of the northern people were all normal.

Tyres came back and looked suspiciously:

"I……"

"I am not so bad luck?"

When the words were just exported, the accident happened.

(End of this chapter)