Seeing King Grass Moses, who was hanging up on the main seat, the diplomat of the Republic of Ansmara, Vitali, had the urge to rush up and beat him up, but he suppressed this idea. Now Not to mention beating him when he rushed up, I am afraid that it would be difficult to get close. Although the Burgundian soldiers around did not seem to be vigilant, he could believe that as long as he exposed his hostility, he would be subdued immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Vitali took a deep look at King Grasse and said coldly: "Your Majesty, I hope you will not regret what happened today."

When the words fell, he turned and left, leaving behind the gradually gloomy face of King Glass.

After the diplomat left, the royal palace chief saw King Grasse's ugly face, so he leaned forward, leaned in front of him, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, this Vitali is really rude, do you want to do it..."

He didn’t go on with the rest of the story, but King Grass understood what he meant at once. He thought for a while. Vitas’ bright threat made him hard not to take it seriously. Now the Ansmara are still hugging There is hope that the Kingdom of Burgundia will participate in the battle and will continue to resist, but if Vitas is asked to go back and say what he means, it is difficult to guarantee that the desperate Ansmara will not surrender to the Holy Roman Empire and will The agreement between them is fully revealed.

Thinking of this, he felt cold behind his back. The strength of the Holy Roman Emperor's team could only be endured by the Ansmara, and he and his kingdom could not bear it.

He made up his mind, nodded to the palace chief, and replied in a low voice: "You go to make arrangements, don't do it in the city. When they leave the city, you will pretend to be robbers and don't leave a living."

"Yes." The palace chief took the order. He was very good at assassinations like this. For so many years, he had dealt with the people who threatened the king.

Vitali didn't know that he had been on the list of the dead of the King of Burgundia. After he left the palace, he went directly to the hotel where he was staying, let his entourage clean up, and left Brad directly in the carriage. His entourage asked him how it turned out, and all they got was Vitali's promise. The entourage quickly understood, and closed their mouths, uneasy silence enveloped everyone in the convoy.

At the same time, the killers hired by the palace chief also set up an ambush in advance on the path of Vitali and his party. They lurked in the grass, holding a custom-made crossbow machine in their hands. The force is greater than a normal crossbow, and it can easily penetrate the carriage wall and shoot the passengers inside. The crossbow machine is not very popular on the Kuyavian continent. Because of its high damage power, a peasant holding a crossbow machine can easily kill the noble knight master. Therefore, when the nobles resisted it, there was only a killer. Before the organization and military reforms, the Winster Kings Army was also used on a large scale.

After the military reform, the muskets were fully equipped with the army, and the bows and crossbows were eliminated, so only those killer organizations that were active in the dark were still in use. Compared with the bow, the smaller crossbow machine was more favored by the assassins. , And it takes long practice to use a bow to shoot the target, but the crossbow machine is no longer needed. The mechanical kinetic energy of the crossbow can be hit by aiming the crossbow at the target and pulling the trigger.

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Under the gaze of the killers, Vitali's convoy finally approached. The coachman in linen shorts leaned in front of the carriage and drove the horses that were pulling the carriage leisurely, without noticing the danger. Around the carriage are dozens of guards wearing leather armors and riding horses. Although they did not talk, they were not very vigilant. Before those guards knew it, dozens of crossbows set them off. Within the aiming range, only wait for them to enter the maximum damage range of the crossbow arrows, then pull the trigger.

"My lord, the Burgundians are unwilling to participate in the war, so how do we return to the parliament when we go back?"

Inside the carriage, Vitali’s cronies finally couldn’t help asking questions after being quiet for a long time. The questioned Vitali was speechless, he sighed and was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "I don’t know, but With the attacking speed of the Winsters, the whole mainland may have fallen before we return to De Nova (the capital of the Republic of Ansmara)."

"The whole territory has fallen, so where can we go to the colony of Zane mainland?"

"It's hard." Vitali shook his head. "The Sea of ​​Glitter will definitely be blocked by the Winster navy. They can win more with less in the battle with the Osa navy, and our navy may also They are not their opponents, so the sea dominance will also be in their hands."

Hearing that, the cronies have nothing to say. In his heart, he has resentment against the people in the Republican Assembly. If they hadn't been too gullible for the Burgundians, then this war could have been avoided. Although there have been rumors that the Winsters would take the initiative to declare war, they are only rumors. Even if a war really breaks out, they can make more preparations before the war begins.

Seeing Vitali’s sad face, his cronies opened their mouths, and just thought of uttering comfort, the next second, they heard several screams outside, swallowing his words to the mouth, and the people’s congress in the car. Shocked, the cronies quickly opened the curtains and looked out. What caught the eye was bloody. The guards guarding the carriage fell all their arrows and fell into a pool of blood. Life and death are unknown. Sitting outside the carriage is deep on the neck of the coachman. Deeply inserted a crossbow arrow, the blood flow unceasingly, has already died.

And outside the road, a large number of robbers in ragged armor rushed out of the woods with their weapons and surrounded the carriages. An undead guard struggled to get up and counterattack, but was kicked by the leader of the robbers. He was hacked to death by the robbers who followed.

This **** scene made his cronies almost spit it out. Thinking of Vitali behind him, he became a little bolder, and yelled, "Who are you? Do you know this is the convoy of the diplomatic envoys of the Republic of Ansmara?"

"The messenger of the Republic of Ansmara?" The robber at the head repeated what he said, and then spit on the ground contemptuously, signaling the people near the carriage to move. Then, the few people directly stepped forward and took a step forward. The cronies dragged out of the carriage abruptly, fell to the ground severely, and threw him into the mud.

Seeing the embarrassed cronies, the headed robber stepped forward, stepped on his face, looked at him condescendingly, and said disdainfully: "What about the messenger of the Republic of Ansmara? We killed Ansmara. Smara."

When the words fell, he waved his long sword and hacked to death the cronies who had stepped on the ground.

At this moment, Vitali was also pulled out. He looked pale and looked at the surrounding corpses, and at the robber who threw the blood off the sword, and said in a deep voice: "I am from the Republic of Ansmara. Diplomatic messenger, I can give you money, as long as you can let me go."

"Why should I let you go?" The robber said with a sneer~lightnovelpub.net~ As long as I kill you, I can get the money. "

Hearing that, Vitali's face was even more ugly. He looked around without a trace and found that the robbers around him were not very vigilant. Perhaps they knew that they had no weapons. Upon seeing this, he smashed his heart, gritted his teeth, and rushed directly to the unowned war horse nearest to him. The people around were not prepared at all, watching Vitali run towards the war horse in shock, when they reacted and rushed to chase him. , Vitali had already ran to the horse, and one of them stepped on the stirrups and turned on his horse. He looked at the robber who was only a few steps away from him, and struggling to beat the horse, actually driving the horse and rushing out.

However, before he was happy for a long time, there was a sound of tearing air behind him. He yelled badly in his heart. Before he turned his head to look, he felt severe pain in his back. A crossbow arrow shot directly through him. A blood arrow soared out of his chest, and Vitali only felt black before his eyes, and he was completely unconscious.

Seeing the horses running farther and farther, the head of the robber looked gloomy. He kicked a few people around and cursed at the same time: "A bunch of rubbish, even an unarmed diplomatic envoy can't stand it."

After he finished cursing, he gasped for breath and estimated the power of the crossbow that he had just shot, thinking that he should be able to take the life of the diplomatic envoy, and his anxiety was much reduced.