Lonely suburban alleys, overturned carriages, the wind blew in the wild, blowing through the trees, and moving the dust.

In the distant sky, dark clouds were gathering, layer upon layer like rolling cotton balls, and the fierce gun battle faintly out of the field of vision, like a muffled thunder, shocked the world.

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

Hiding in the woods, hiding in the carriage, holding the heart, holding the courage...

Exist and non-existent.

This Schrödinger-style stalemate has been going on for a long time since the gunshot that killed Galloping Horse.

Lorraine's heart raised his throat, and the hammer rumbling, feeling that he would jump out of his throat at any time.

The car overturned.

Just less than 20 meters away from him, the galloping carriage turned over, hit the ground, and rolled over. The scattered decorations on the carriage splashed all over the floor, and the damp soil that was turned over pulled out long new marks.

The car accident was so violent, is the earl in the car still alive?

Lorraine wanted to send someone to explore, but reason told him that it was far from the time for them to debut.

Arriving too early will mess up everything. The assassins hiding on the opposite side may be scared off and cancel the assassination plan. When they run away, Lorraine's existence will become very embarrassing. Even if the explanation is too much, 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 ghostly gunmen waited with their breath centered on the carriage, competing with patience, and no one acted first.

Time passed by, and the overturned carriage finally moved.

A big hand with white skin and bruises pushed open the upturned car door with difficulty. The twisted and deformed shook skin made a toothy squeak, and the car door was erected like a baffle.

Bang!

Another gunshot blasted across from Lorraine, and the fire suddenly appeared, and a rapid lead bullet crossed the space, blasting a huge hole in the door panel.

Lorraine saw that big hand squeezed back, and finally couldn't help but grinned open.

The earl is still alive, and the assassination begins!

"Kill the stupid Frenchman!"

"Kill the French! Drink the strongest rum, and sleep the hottest woman!"

Accompanied by the naked war cry, at least twenty gunmen rushed out from the other end of the forest, the number was only half of Daniel's intelligence, it is conceivable that they sent the other half to the distant blocking position and blocked Lorraine. Those loyal and brave guards.

"This money is really worth it." Lorraine whispered softly, and waved his arms that had been raised for a long time, "Kill!"

Karen waited for the order!

The burly Germanic boatman stood up, and the low-pitched command spread throughout the wild forest: "Protect the earl! Meet tactically!"

"Face! Each group formed a column, the gunshots kept on! Fire!"

"Fire!"

The Jackdaw has entered the battle group!

The forty-man Musketeer team quickly divided into ten teams as they did during training, carrying crude double-barreled shotguns to form a smooth rotating battle formation.

The front row always keeps two people shooting. The main shooter opens the hammer at the fastest speed and completes two rounds of shooting. Whether he hears the gun or not, he lowers the barrel at the first time and retreats to the back.

The deputy shooter listened to the sound around him with his ears erected, and once he heard the hammer emptied, he immediately raised his gun and fired. When the main shooter retreated into the back line, he moved another step to the left, becoming the new main shooter in the queue and making room for his back teammates.

Repeatedly!

This peculiar land warfare combines four people into a whole, like the four corners of a rectangle, rotating and walking into the dense forest.

The assassins were completely unprepared for this sudden encounter. Seven people were shot down as soon as they met each other. The rest of them crawled back into the woods, using thick trees as support, and hurriedly fired at the Musketeers.

The pressing takes shape quickly.

Karen stood on the edge of the woods imposingly, like a real general, adjusting the battle with his commandments.

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

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

"The tenth group moved north to guard against subsequent reinforcements from the assassins."

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

The king also killed him.

He wore an exaggerated colorful overall, painted oil paint on his face and feathers on his head, like a bright parrot, carrying a short spear and rushed out of the woods.

"Oh!"

He cried strangely, walking like flying. Each step jumped nearly two meters away, and every landing was accompanied by a mysterious turning direction, as if the body was completely free from inertia and gravity.

He called this kind of step "Bagua Mizong Step".

Polyline, straight line, slash, backward slash...

The flea-like king was also very playful. He attracted nearly half of the firepower from the opposite side by himself. He danced alone amid the roar of muskets. It seemed dangerous, but in reality he was at ease.

Because there were not many lead bullets that were actually shot at him, once the gunman on the opposite side showed his head, he would soon be knocked down by the platoon guns behind Wang Ye, and very few people had the opportunity to pull the trigger.

He just rushed into the dense forest wildly, raised his hand to throw out the short spear in his hand, and whizzed through the belly of an assassin gunner.

"The Sun King of Inca, please bless me!"

Beijing film, Cantonese, with the charm of swaying French, mixed with a little Jiangxi dialect called the mountain style, Wang Ye’s battle signal is so chaotic that his master is indistinguishable from the spirit of the sky, but the assassins who are magically scared. Heard it out.

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

call!

The king who fell from the sky also kicked him to the ground, stepped on him with heavy leather boots, leaned down, and slowly drew the machete from his waist.

"You are wrong. The captain said that I am an Skyhawk fighter, a new century Skyhawk fighter. In Quechua, I am called Eva (EVA)."

"Ai...wa?"

The scimitar swung by, blood splashed three feet!

...

The battle is in full swing.

Karen and the Musketeers had already controlled the situation on the battlefield. The assassin on the opposite side was suppressed by the intensive firepower so that they could not raise their heads. The charge of Wang Ye and the commandos made their dense forest positions chaotic.

Lorraine stood up, patted the skirt of his clothes, took off his huge hammer from behind Karen, carried it backwards, and walked towards the carriage one step at a time.

The carriage is unusually strong.

After the initial panic and shortness of breath, Lorraine discovered that under such a tragic overturn, its bread-shaped carriage had not undergone excessive distortion, and the carriage's column had not broken.

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

The assassin on the opposite side hadn't fully surrendered yet. At this time, he climbed into the carriage, and the door was a lesson from the past.

He wanted to impress the Earl who had escaped from the dead, but didn't want to take too much risk... Lorraine gloomily looked at the carriage lying on the ground and decided to engage in some violent behavior.

He walked to the side of the carriage, facing the miserably twisted axles and wheels, and rubbed his palms with two noises.

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

"What...what?"

The response in the car was a little surprised and flustered~lightnovelpub.net~ It’s just that Lorraine didn’t have the desire to talk to the wall, so he simply lifted the sledgehammer, twisted the waist, twisted the heels, and hit the axle and skeleton with a heavy hammer. Of the moment.

The hammer easily pierced a large hole in the half-person height.

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

He saw a nobleman who described it as miserable, he had a pair of sluggish and slightly fierce green eyes.

"Earl Galves, I am so relieved to see that you are still healthy and vigorous."

The earl put his hands and feet on the curved roof, his face pale, sweaty, and muddy: "You... are you?"

"My name is Edward Kenway, a free smuggler." Lorraine straightened up and mentioned the sledgehammer again, "Don't worry, I'm here to save you."

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