Ever since Neumann entered the lord's mansion, no professional has seen the lord come out of it, as if he was planning a huge conspiracy.
Night fell on the fourth day. In a secret stronghold located in a wealthy area near the city gate of the inner city, ANBU agents were gathering in the room, and the entire room was lit up by magic lamps.
The agent nicknamed Lightning stood at the table and reported the intelligence he had just collected: "The gate to the inner city is still blocked. The situation in the inner city can be seen from the heights of the outer city, but the movements in the Lord's Mansion are completely unclear. No.
Yiman seems to have locked the lord's mansion inside..."
Another agent also stood up: "No signs of escape from the nobles in the inner city were found..."
"The militia began to move in an orderly manner. Some were preparing to attack important strongholds, and some were blocking various intersections. We previously spread the news that the nobles in the Lord's Mansion were preparing to flee. Now it seems that the news has worked."
"Some soldiers in the outer city took the initiative to disarm under the persuasion of the revolutionaries. They walked out from several garrison points in the outer city. The arsenal and granary have fallen into our hands. Except for the soldiers on the city wall, they are still resisting.
, the soldiers from other places are already our own."
While listening to the reports of his subordinates, Germain quietly fiddled with the dagger in his hand. He seemed to be waiting for something, with an absent-minded look on his face.
With the current strength of troops in the city, it is still too difficult to defeat Andernus's defenders.
A subordinate finally noticed the situation of his boss and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Virgin, are you listening?"
"I'm listening." Germain waved his hand casually, then inserted the dagger into his waist.
"When the time comes to break through the inner city, Neumann must leave it to me." German suddenly said.
All the agents nodded one after another, even the agents from the Sixth Military Intelligence Division were no exception.
Capturing Neumann alive deserves greater credit, but many agents did not want him to continue to live. This was simply because Neumann had caused huge casualties to the ANBU during this period.
Two agents from the empire were sacrificed, and more than thirty agents developed from the Andnus area were sacrificed. These people were trained from scratch, and the energy and material resources consumed were not small, let alone the brothers.
In love.
In the dark night, little stars and faint lights flickered in the dark streets.
The increasingly cold night wind passes between the buildings, carrying the rancid smell from the corners of the sewers through the streets and alleys. The ancient buildings stand in this dead and cold night, and the stars shine from the eternal sky.
It sprinkles on the roofs, and in the shadow gaps between the roofs, from time to time, a figure flashes past.
Those figures who took advantage of the flash of starlight had nervous and decisive expressions, and took slightly panicked steps in the darkness, conveying a message that needed to be lowered among neighbors, relatives, and friends.
"Waiting for the three gunshots at dawn."
Thorne was walking on the dark streets, and the night wind in the early morning seemed to be filled with malice, making him couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He didn't know whether the shaking was due to fear or excitement, or just a simple cold, but he felt as if a flame was burning in his chest. With this flame, he dared to leave the door at this time and walk away.
Take to the streets.
The curfew order issued by the nobles in the outer city has long since disappeared, and the soldiers and professionals patrolling the streets have also disappeared. The outer city has been out of control for several days, and an undercurrent that was originally hidden in the darkness is spreading.
It has been gradually rising over the past few days, and now it has finally reached its breaking point.
A new figure appeared on the dark street. Thorne hesitated slightly, but he soon recognized that the figure was a familiar comrade. The two people quickly moved closer, and they looked at each other's faces in the darkness.
With an expression on his face, he lowered his voice and asked softly: "Three gunshots are the order?"
"Three gunshots are the order."
A flickering fire came from a nearby street corner. Thorne and Luke immediately looked in the direction of the fire. They saw people holding torches, all comrades holding rifles. They were wearing all kinds of clothes, but
The rifles in his hands are all unified August 1st standard horse rifles.
The leader of the team threw the rifle on his back to Thorne: "Don't be secretive. It's already a capital crime if you step out of the door."
Thorne took the rifle, pressed the bullets into the chamber, and took the three rows of bullets handed over by another comrade. There were fifteen bullets in total. Including the loaded bullets, there were twenty bullets in total.
This is the last strength of the militia, 5,000 rifles and 250,000 rounds of ammunition.
More and more people are coming out of their homes. Some are craftsmen, some are farmers, and some are apprentices. These skinny people seem to be walking out of hell, but there are flames beating in the eyes of each of them. They are walking in the street.
As the crowd gathered, more and more torches and oil lamps gradually illuminated the streets and alleys. In the flickering firelight, there were pairs of eyes that were still chaotic, but extremely determined.
They silently followed the revolutionary soldiers who were at the front holding rifles. Once their brothers in the revolutionary army fell, they immediately took over, holding five bullets in each hand.
"Three gunshots and action."
"Be sure to remember that those with white cloth bands on their arms are comrades in arms."
"Where are our friends outside the city?"
"They have arrived..."
Thorne held the torch and looked towards the city head due west. On the dark city wall, a little firelight was flashing.
The soldier guarding the city gate held a lantern and looked nervously at the situation under the city wall. Next to him were two other soldiers who were as nervous as himself. In front of him, there was a dark crowd in the vast wilderness outside the city, and
Countless flickering lights in the crowd.
The United Army also began to take action.
The two sides faced each other silently, and the defenders on the city wall did not let the revolutionary army retreat, because they all knew that if they got to this point, either you would die or I would die.
The two sides faced off silently, and Thorne clearly saw soldiers on the city wall raising their bows, arrows and rifles.
As a border trade and smuggling city, why hasn't it purchased the most popular hot-fired weapon rifle in the outer continent?
A large number of second-hand civilian revolvers and single-shot breech-loading rifles flowed into Andnus.
Not to be outdone, the militiamen of the Revolutionary Army raised their rifles and took aim.
The torches on both sides also began to slowly go out, and neither side could see the other.
This kind of confrontation has already occurred in various places in the city of Andernus, but each other is very restrained, and the city defense troops and professionals who used to be arrogant are also very restrained.
Just because the unified army outside the city began to press closer and closer.