Ten minutes later, the horse bell rang.

Under the protection of dozens of cavalry, a luxurious carriage slouched in the direction of New Orleans.

This is the only road to and from the barracks that is suitable for carriages. The remaining roads are either steep, or rugged, or too narrow. The horizontal branches will easily scratch the gold and silver decorations on the carriages and affect the Earl’s fleet. deportment.

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

The road conditions are terrible!

Whether it was a stone road or a dirt road in the suburbs, his motorcade couldn't run at all. So that just the short distance from the barracks to the boarding house would waste his precious two hours every day.

If he spends these two hours on conscription, he can put at least two hundred more soldiers on the front line.

If you spend these two hours on the battlefield, the **** British guy might have been driven out of Louisiana by him earlier =...

However, hypotheses are hypotheses.

As a noble and ambitious French nobleman, he must not allow himself to spend the night in a simple military camp.

There is no delicious wine, no fragrant coffee, no gentle ladies and caring servants by the bed, and the humidity in the tent will make his curls fluffy and difficult to manage.

He cares more about how to win the victory gracefully than to win the war quickly.

Anyway, victory is always in his pocket, and Count Galvez is destined to become a hero of France!

hero……

The earl couldn't help but cocked his mouth.

In the past few days, he has coaxed away the messengers of the Duke of Richelieu and the Earl of Flandre. These two noble figures would never expect that, although he sincerely made a promise, all of this is just a slow-down.

The defense of New Orleans is in 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 emissary to tell him that as long as the victory of the Battle of New Orleans can be ensured and the important interests of the royal family in New France can be maintained, the Galves family can be promoted to the "French aristocracy" and get rid of the sad "ordinary aristocracy". His circle is on an equal footing with those big people who are arrogant to him.

At that time, can the messengers of the fox and the tiger be able to show off in front of him?

Even if nobles like the Duke of Richelieu and the Earl of Flandre come in person, can they hide their faces and hold him accountable for his authority?

What he did was for the ultimate benefit of France.

The earl almost smelled the rich fragrance called Feihuang Tengda!

He has paid too much for this fragrance. If it still ends in failure, the Galves family in France will be torn to pieces by the hungry wolves, right?

Once he stumbles on the tip of the sword, he, the Governor of Louisiana, Earl Galves, will eventually be counted on countless charges, and he will be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame, right?

Survival!

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

He opened the window and poked his head out, preparing to urge the convoy to speed up, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of the shaky green on the bottom edge of the car.

A dozen or so fresh acorns were tasseled by someone, and they were secretly tied to a silver ornament on the side wall. They gathered and scattered with the car body, appearing to blink in the moonlight.

His anger suddenly rose: "Al!"

The black slave who drove the car turned back nervously, blinked those **** and white eyes, and asked innocently: "Master, why are you angry?"

"I remember, I asked you to clean the carriage carefully every time you go out. Have you really followed my orders?"

"That is inevitable, Master!" Al hurriedly defended, "I clean the carriage up and down every time I go out, and even every decoration is wiped spotlessly with cotton cloth. I dare to swear to God that there will never be a trace of omission. !"

The earl suppressed his anger, stretched out his hand, and pointed at the string of acorns: "Where did it come from? Did you do the same before leaving the barracks?"

"This bunch of acorns..."

"Do you want to tell me that this bunch of filth was hung up by a prankster farmer after we drove out of the barracks? Could that farmer approach my carriage in front of dozens of guards, in full view, and I hang an evil accessory called Malice?"

Al's face was so dark that even the hand holding the rein began to tremble.

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

Thinking that he might have become a laughingstock in New Orleans, the earl's anger could no longer stand, and he interrupted Al's words.

"It seems that it's been seven days since the last whipping? It seems that I was too tolerant to you, so tolerant that you dared to lie to me, dared to let my carriage hang such a string of dirty things to swagger through the market, and be laughed at..."

"Master! Al has followed you for three years and has always been your most loyal servant. Even in the face of sharp swords, I have never flinched..."

Bang!

Without warning, there was an abrupt gunshot in the forest~lightnovelpub.net~ The lead bullet straddled the protruding branches and accurately hit the swaying horsebell from hundreds of meters away, on the horse’s neck. Long scorch marks on the debut.

The painful horse hissed and ran away on the bumpy road. The knights in front of the car hurriedly stepped aside, and the faithful Alze screamed, and subconsciously jumped out of the carriage, leaving the earl and the unmanned Crazy Horse running farther and farther on the road.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The captain of the guard who was originally escorting the car led his guard up with a horse, shouting, "Who knows what happened! Tell me what happened!"

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

"Encountered assassination?" The Chief Guard's eyes widened in horror. "Where is the count? Where is the count!"

Several knights stretched out their hands stupidly and pointed diagonally in the direction of the team's advancement: "Sir, the earl's carriage was frightened and just ran there."

"Then you guys just watch it like that?" The captain raised his whip and suddenly saw Al who was grinning on the ground. "Al, why are you here. In other words...the count doesn't have a coachman at all now." ?"

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

"Gunner!"

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

"Hidden everyone! Hidden behind the tree! There are hunters here!" He shouted at the panicked team, "I need a few volunteers to protect the earl! We are the guards! It is our bounden duty to protect the earl!"

"Volunteer! Get on the horse!"