Chapter 144

In the remote suburban lane, overturned carriages, the wind rises in the wild, blows through the trees and raises the dust.

Dark clouds are gathering in the distant sky. They are like rolling cotton balls. They should compete with the fierce gun battle in the field, like a muffled thunder, shaking the world.

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

Hiding in the woods, hiding in the carriage, carrying the heart, hanging the courage

It exists and does not exist.

Since the shot that killed the galloping horse, this Schrodinger style stalemate has lasted for a long time.

Lorraine's heart went up to her throat, rumbling and hammering, and she felt that she would jump out of her throat at any time.

The car overturned.

Less than 20 meters away from him, the galloping carriage turned over, hit the ground and rolled violently. Scattered decorations on the carriage splashed on the ground, and long new marks were pulled out by the turned up wet soil.

The car accident is so heroic. Is the count in the car still alive?

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

Coming on stage too early will screw everything up. The assassins hiding on the opposite side may be scared away and cancel the assassination plan. When they run away, Lorraine's existence will become very embarrassing. Even if he explains it in a big way, he can't get rid of the assassin's suspicion.

This will be the worst outcome.

So wait

On both sides of the forest, the sinister gunmen took the carriage as the center, held their breath, competed with patience, and no one took the first action.

As time went by, the overturned carriage finally moved.

A big hand, with white skin and bruises, pushed the skyward door with difficulty. The twisted and deformed shaking skin made a toothy squeak and erected the door like a baffle.

Boom!

Another gunshot exploded opposite Lorraine. The fire suddenly appeared. The rapid lead bullet crossed the space and blasted a huge hole in the door panel.

Lorraine could not help but grin when she saw the big hand shrink back.

The count is still alive and the assassination has begun!

"Kill the stupid French!"

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

With the naked battle horn, at least 20 gunmen rushed out from the other end of the forest. The number was only half of Daniel's intelligence. It can be imagined that they sent the other half to the distant blocking position to block the loyal and brave guards for Lorraine.

"The money is really worth it." Lorraine whispered and waved his arm heavily for a long time. "Kill!"

Karen waited for the order!

The burly Germanic boatman stood up and a low order spread all over the wild forest: "protect the count! Attack according to tactics!"

"Attack! Form a column, the gunfire keeps going! Fire!"

"Fire!"

The Jackdaw has entered the regiment!

The 40 member firearm team quickly divided into ten teams as in training, carrying crude double barreled shotguns to form a smooth rotating battle array.

Always keep two people shooting in the front row. The main shooter uses the fastest speed to open the hammer and complete two rounds of shooting. Whether he hears the gunshot or not, he hangs down the barrel at the first time and retreats to the back row.

The Deputy shooter listens to the sound around him. Once he hears that the hammer is empty, he immediately raises his gun and shoots again. When the main shooter retreats into the back array, he moves one step to the left to become the new main shooter in the queue, and makes room for his later companions.

go round and begin again!

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

The assassins were unprepared for the sudden encounter. Seven people were shot down in front of each other. The rest climbed back to the woods, relying on thick trees, and fired at the Musketeers in a panic.

Press to form quickly.

Karen stood majestically by the trees, like a real general, adjusting the war with orders.

"The third, sixth and seventh groups, cover the king's assault position."

"First, second, fifth and ninth groups, commanded by Desai, suppress the opposite."

"Group 10 moves to the north to guard against subsequent reinforcements from assassins."

"Group four, group eight, take over the carriage and guard the wounded!"

Wang also killed out.

He was dressed in an exaggerated colorful smock, his face was painted with oil, and his head was wrapped with feathers. Like a bright parrot, he rushed out of the woods with a short spear.

"Yahoo!"

He let out a strange cry and walked fast. Each step leaps nearly two meters away, and each landing is accompanied by a mysterious turn, as if the body is completely free from inertia and gravity.

He called this kind of step "gossip lost step".

Broken line, straight line, slash, backward slash

Flea like Wang is also very playful. He attracts nearly half of the fire in the opposite side alone. He dances alone in the roar of the firegun. It seems dangerous, but in fact he is comfortable.

Because there were not many lead bullets really shot at him. Once the gunman opposite appeared, he would soon be knocked down by the platoon gun behind Wang Ye, and only a few people had the opportunity to pull the trigger.

He rushed frantically into the dense forest, raised his hand, threw his short gun, and roared through the belly of an assassin gunman.

"The Inca Sun King, bless me!"

Beijing Film and Cantonese, with the charm of swaying French, mixed with a little Jiangxi dialect shouting mountain style. Wang Ye's war number was so chaotic that even his master's spirit in heaven could not distinguish it, but it was magically heard by the frightened assassins.

The leather hunter with the team shouted in horror, "it's the Inca soldiers! Those legendary gods of death, the flying eagle soldiers of Aztec!"

Hoo!

Wang, who came down from the sky, also kicked him to the ground, stepped on him with heavy leather boots, bent down and slowly pulled out the machete on his waist.

"You're wrong. The captain said I was an eagle warrior, a new century Eagle warrior. In Quechua, my name was EVA."

"Eva..."

The machete waved and the blood splashed three feet!

……

The war is in full swing.

Karen and the Musketeers had controlled the situation on the battlefield. The assassins on the opposite side were suppressed by intensive fire. The killing of Wang Ye and the commandos made their dense forest positions chaotic.

Lorraine stood up, patted his skirt, took off his huge hammer from Karen's back, carried it upside down, and walked to the carriage step by step.

The carriage is unusually strong.

After the initial panic and shortness of breath, Lorraine found that under such a tragic overturn, its bread like carriage did not have excessive distortion, and the column of the carriage did not break.

This shows that the car is wrapped in iron

The assassin on the opposite side hasn't been completely subdued. At this time, he climbed into the carriage, and the door is a warning.

He wanted to impress the count who had narrowly escaped death, but didn't want to take too much risk... Lorraine looked at the carriage lying on the ground depressed and decided to commit some violence.

He walked to the side of the carriage, facing the miserable twisted axle and wheel hub, bah, bah, and rubbed his hands.

"Count galvis? Please try to stick to the roof of the carriage to avoid unnecessary accidental injury."

"What... What?"

The response in the car was a little surprised and flustered, but Lorraine didn't have the desire to talk with the partition wall. He simply lifted the sledgehammer, twisted his waist and turned his heel, and hit the axle and skeleton with a heavy hammer.

The hammer easily broke a big hole at half a person's height.

Lorraine pulled out the hammer, bent down and put on as approachable a smile as possible.

He saw a miserable aristocrat with dull and slightly fierce green eyes.

"Count galvis, I'm relieved to see that you are still healthy and energetic."

The count put his hands and feet on the top of the curved car. His face was pale, full of sweat and silt: "you... Are you?"

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