Chapter 339 The three of us(1/2)
"Stay here...you will die!"
As if falling into an ice cave, Count Isaac suddenly had this idea in his mind.
His self-confidence and nobility had collapsed and shattered in despair. The gunshot wound and blood flow in his calf constantly reminded him of the fact that his proud noble status and ministerial title could not deter this madman at all.
At this time, one of the count's personal servants recovered some consciousness from the shock, and hurriedly helped Count Isaac up who fell to the ground.
"Guard! My Guard!"
The pain from the gunshot wound on his leg made Count Isaac's face extremely ferocious, and he roared at the dozens of sweaty guards like a crazy beast:
"Drive these rebels out, drive them all out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pale Count Isaac, with the support of his servant, tried his best to escape backwards without looking back, and did not dare to stay here for a moment longer.
He had already seen that Charles Bornaparte was a madman, a complete madman.
He must escape from here first no matter what. As long as he can survive, Count Isaac boasts that he has a thousand ways to torture this idiot who knows nothing about heaven and earth to death.
The manor guards who received the order all braved the situation with embarrassment and forced themselves forward to meet them, trying to prevent the student soldiers from pursuing their master.
The guard captain held the halberd tightly in his hand. Under the aim of more than two hundred pistols, the half-chest plate armor on his body could not provide him with the slightest sense of security. He had to grit his teeth and shout:
"Young people, stop doing stupid things. Dare to use force in Yuehu Manor is an absolute death penalty! If you leave within one minute, you may not have a chance to repent..."
"Gentlemen..." Lawrence drew his sword out of its sheath and interrupted in a cold voice:
"If you surrender within one minute, you might not have a chance to survive."
When the guard captain saw this, he stopped talking nonsense, gritted his teeth and roared, and immediately led a group of guards to rush forward.
Surrender is impossible for these guards who share the honor and disgrace of the nobles. If something unexpected happens to the earl, these guards who surrender without a fight are destined to not have a good end.
Their only solution is to give it a go and fight like hell. If they can survive this battle, they may be able to escape subsequent punishment.
"Charlie! You and Ludwig retreat to the rear."
Lawrence's eyes darkened, he quickly gave instructions to Duke Charles and Prince Louis, and then loudly ordered:
"Fire!"
At the command, gunpowder smoke rose instantly like morning mist, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.
What came immediately after was the heart-rending screams of the guards.
Although the breastplates they wore could provide good protection, in the face of such a large number and distance of firepower, the violent rain of lead bullets still instantly knocked down more than 20 people in a pool of blood.
Without the need for Lawrence to give another order, these students put away their pistols skillfully and took the initiative to face him with their swords.
Many of them were outstanding people recommended by various local military academies, and their basic combat qualities almost overwhelmed this group of pampered and idle noble guards.
Although the equipment of the guards had every advantage, and the halberds in their hands were far better than the standard swords in the hands of the students, their lack of experience and training still put them at an instant disadvantage.
Especially after suffering the round of shooting, the morale of these guards collapsed. The frightened guards could not even maintain their basic formation. The only captain with command ability also fell in a pool of blood after the first round of shooting.
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The consequence of fighting independently was that many guards only waved their halberds indiscriminately. After exhausting all their energy, the student soldiers who patiently dealt with them found the opportunity and stepped forward to seal their throats with a sword.
In the mist-like smoke, swords and swords flashed constantly. On this moonless night, blood and mourning became the theme of Moon Lake Manor for the first time.
Lawrence also personally joined the battle with a sword. Relying on the numerical advantage, he and two other students were patiently surrounding and killing a guard who collapsed and shouted.
Just when Lawrence was cautiously keeping a distance from his opponent, he saw a figure as bright as a swimming dragon rush out from beside him in an instant, as fast as a swooping goshawk, and rushed to the guard in the blink of an eye.
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His steps were ghostly, and he easily dodged the guard's all-out slash with just one sidestep. The rapier in his hand immediately penetrated the guard's heart like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. Everything seemed to be too easy.
Not only the two students next to him, but also Lawrence didn't react for a moment.
Among the students, the only one with such martial prowess was Duke Charles, whose swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world.
"Charlie? Didn't I ask you to protect Ludwig in the rear?" Lawrence glanced at the guard who was struggling and fell to the ground, frowned and scolded.
Duke Charles easily and freely pulled out the rapier from the vulnerable opponent's chest, pointed to a short distance with his chin, curled his lips and said with a smile:
"The idiot said he didn't want to stay behind, but I also had itchy hands."
Not far away, Crown Prince Louis himself joined the siege with a sword.
However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still looked cowardly. He just stood on the edge with a sword. He seemed not to be fully mentally prepared, and even his body was trembling slightly.
It wasn't until another student secretly assassinated the guard from behind that His Royal Highness dared to close his eyes and rush forward, using all his strength to slash the dying guard several times.
Lawrence looked up and looked around. All the battles were coming to an end. He sighed helplessly:
"What a nonsense."
Duke Charles carelessly took out his handkerchief and began to wipe the sword blade, laughing softly:
"This will never happen again, First Attendant."
Faced with the huge advantage and the corpses on the ground, the last few guards gave up resistance and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands to express surrender.
The student soldiers paid almost no price in this battle. Only a dozen of them suffered some injuries, but none were serious. Lawrence immediately ordered the wounded to be brought back to the military school for treatment in advance.
And with the collapse of Earl Isaac's personal guard, the entire Moon Lake Manor no longer had anyone capable of resisting the student soldiers.
Many domestic servants and tenant farmers who had just received the news began to flee, and Lawrence also learned from a fleeing servant that Earl Isaac had just escaped back to the main building of the manor.
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"Damn...damn..."
In the study room of the main building of the manor, Earl Isaac gasped with a pale face. He had just returned here, and before he even had time to deal with the gunshot wound on his leg, a servant brought him even more desperate news:
His well-equipped and expensive personal guard only lasted for more than ten minutes in front of that gang of young boys. Now, that madman Bornaba had led his men to fight under the main building.
"Sir..." A servant reported tremblingly:
"Charles Bornaba said that if you open the door, he can still talk to you, otherwise, he doesn't mind burning down the entire manor..."
Count Isaac huddled in his chair in despair, as if he had not heard the servant's report.
After a long while, he yelled like crazy:
"Are you kidding! They want to kill me, they want to kill me! If you can't open the door, please guard it for me. Everyone should go downstairs to guard it!"
The servant hesitated for a moment and then carefully persuaded:
"Sir, it seems that Charles Bornaba is here just for his friends. Maybe there is still a possibility of communication..."
"Idiot!" Count Isaac was furious and completely lost his mind. He directly picked up the ink bottle on the desk and threw it at the servant:
"They want my life. They are a bunch of lunatics. Go and guard the door for me!"
Under Count Isaac's strong orders, more than a hundred domestic servants in the main building of the manor were forced to pick up sticks, brooms, shovels and pitchforks, and tremblingly stood guard outside the main building gate.
Even the cook in the kitchen, who was over fifty years old, was forced to pick up a pan and stand at a loss with the other servants.
There is no doubt that such a rabble does not pose any threat to the student soldiers.
Especially when Lawrence publicly promised not to harm the civilians of the manor, the already panicked servants instantly dispersed and fled this land of right and wrong.
In this way, more than two hundred student soldiers took over the entire main building of the manor, taking control of the last group of cronies still loyal to Count Isaac, and immediately launched a search for Chairman Berthier.
However, due to their unfamiliarity with the structure of this building, the students did not notice Berthier for a while.
After a search, the students only found Count Isaac who locked himself in the study, and reported him to Lawrence.
"Charlie, Ludwig, you go in with me, the rest of you will stay outside."
After confirming that Count Isaac was in the room, several students worked together to open the flashy door. Lawrence also deliberately turned away the other students and led Duke Charles and Crown Prince Louis into the room.
The light in the room was dim, with only the two candlesticks on the desk providing the only light source. The dim light was not enough to reflect the faces of the three Lawrences, and could only barely reflect the outlines of their figures.
The trembling figure huddled behind the desk is undoubtedly Count Isaac who is at the end of his rope.
As soon as the three Lawrences entered the door, Earl Isaac screamed uncontrollably and screamed:
"You crazy people, rebels! Do you know what disaster you have caused? This is treason!"
Lawrence ignored the other party's hysteria and went straight forward and asked:
"Where is Berthier, my lord count?"
"Don't come over, don't come over! Ahhhhh!"
Earl Isaac had already lost his mind. He was seen yelling, pulling out the drawer in front of him, grabbing a very delicate but dusty flintlock pistol, and the muzzle of the gun floated erratically on Lawrence III.
People are moving.
Duke Charles twitched his eyebrows and immediately withdrew to protect Crown Prince Louis.
Lawrence's steps only stopped for a moment.
He quickly took a look at the pistol. Judging from the dusty barrel and gunpowder hole, Count Isaac probably hadn't had time to load the lead bullets and gunpowder yet, and was just bluffing.
So Lawrence continued to step forward towards the muzzle of the gun, and reprimanded in a deep voice:
"You dare to point a gun at us? Do you know what disaster you have caused?"
Earl Isaac was stunned. He watched Lawrence step forward and watched the young face slowly walk out of the night and appear in the dim candlelight.
To be continued...