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My nephew has gone to make up for his classes, my father and mother have gone to work, and my elder brother-in-law has gone there for some reason...
After eating and drinking enough, I continued to code in a daze!
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The only thing that could be heard on the street was Bea's heart-rending cry. Amidst his ugly wails, the aristocratic children cursed like ruffians and charged towards Wood and others while waving their weapons.
They are nobles, they are nobles, they are nobles!
They are pampered, their bloodline is noble, they have enjoyed glory and wealth since they were born. They are young, they are unrestrained, and they are enthusiastic. The Hundred Years of Mainland-Island War more than 40 years ago has nothing to do with them. They only need to enjoy the war experience of their ancestors.
It is enough to enjoy the meritorious service achieved and enjoy the high position and honor obtained out of thin air.
Therefore, Wood actually dared to kill Bea's mount and disobeyed Bea's order. This is an unforgivable sin.
A civilian, a newcomer who has just joined the Dragoon Corps, a nouveau riche who suddenly transformed from an ordinary citizen to a Dragoon Colonel, what qualifications does he have and what confidence does he have to do this? So, hacking him to death is like hacking him to death
Hack him to death like a wild dog. Seize the assassin from his hand, and then teach the guy named Ente Marte a lesson.
They saw Wood raise his hand, but they didn't take it seriously at all. How dare this guy offend so many nobles at the same time?
But Wood's subordinates really activated the crossbow arrows, and hundreds of powerful crossbow arrows roared in. Each of the thirty or so noble officers who rushed forward received an average of three to five arrows. They were so close, and everyone was far away from each other.
Within twenty meters, there was no way any arrow would miss.
The powerful arrows penetrated deeply into their bodies. Fortunately, these noble officers had extremely sophisticated armor. They wore half-body armor, which was generally magic armor of medium or higher quality. Ordinary arrows could not penetrate it at all.
Although they were wearing armor, some arrows shot into their thighs and penetrated their calf bones. Dazzling bloody arrows were brought out on their bodies.
All the noble officers fell to the ground howling at the same time. The luckiest one was only hit by an arrow in the thigh. The worst luck guy was hit by arrows on his left and right knees, left and right calf bones, and right ankle at the same time.
Shot through.
These aristocratic officers, who had never been knifed since they were born, and who usually just relied on their status and strength far beyond the civilians to run rampant in Berelli, let out miserable screams. They covered their wounds and fell to the ground, wailing hysterically.
'Help'. They rolled on the ground, struggled and twitched on the ground, and kept begging the dragoon soldiers behind them for help.
There were even two young men who were so pale and handsome that they rolled their eyes and fainted after seeing their own blood.
Wood laughed loudly: "You are such a coward, can you be considered a dragoon?"
Bea was so angry that he was trembling all over. He gritted his teeth and turned his head to look over, shouting hoarsely: "What are you still looking at? Attack, attack with all your strength. Get that guy off me, and charge all these guys with treason."
Kill them! They are the rebels of Latus, they are the rebels who are trying to usurp the throne! What are you still hesitating about?"
The dragoons brought by Beya took a few steps forward hesitantly. They looked at the noble officers rolling on the ground, hesitant and unwilling to step forward one by one. One thing must be certain, in Beja's recent years
Under his control, the combat effectiveness of the Borelli Dragoons plummeted. Originally, the Borelli Dragoons were considered an extremely capable and quick-response elite light cavalry, but today's Dragoons are completely useless.
Moreover, Bea's curse just now also hurt the dignity of these dragoon soldiers. They hesitated and were not willing to take action against Wood and others.
Beya's face became extremely gloomy, and he said coldly: "Oh? Have you all been bribed by the rebels? Then I can tell you that when the regular troops of the Imperial Guard Corps arrive, you will be regarded as
When Latus’ gang is imprisoned, your family, your relatives and friends will all be investigated by the National Police Agency because of your relationship.”
The thousands of dragoons brought here by Bea grasped their weapons at the same time. They let out a shout and formed an arrow-shaped charge formation, preparing to launch an assault on Wood and others. The noble officers who fell on the ground let out proud shouts.
Smiling ferociously. They struggled and rolled to both sides of the avenue, giving way to the charge.
Thousands of dragoons riding tall horses and armed with eight-foot spears. If they were allowed to charge at close range, unless Wood and others showed their true strength, even if they escaped by themselves, the two squadrons behind them would not be able to escape.
The soldiers are also dead.
"You guys want to rebel?"
A thick and powerful sound, like the collision of gold and iron, came from the roof on one side of the road. Enzo stood firmly on the chimney of a three-story house on the roadside, looking at Bea who was about to launch an attack with a serious face.
Subordinates. Beside him, Vic, Long Gen and others lined up, each with a sarcastic smile, looking down at the embarrassed Bea and others.
"To attack active soldiers of the empire and try to kidnap the perpetrators of murders, this is treason!"
Enzo followed Lin Qi, Yu Lian and others had learned bad things. He had already learned bad things about how to blame others and put a blame on others in a reasonable and reasonable manner. He hummed in a neutral tone: "According to the investigation, the suspect is in trouble with the Empire.
The party has unexplainable and shady connections, and any attempt to kidnap him or exonerate him can be regarded as treason!"
After changing his tone, Enzo chuckled and said: "General Bea, your grandfather is the only marshal of the empire and has already mastered the highest power of the imperial army. Isn't he still satisfied with his status and wants to go one step further?
What?"
Bea was so angry that her face turned red, and at the same time, her heart was trembling with fear. This damn 'Ente Malte', is he really a country bumpkin from the city of Malte in the Province of East? How could he be so skilled?
To accuse someone? To be able to fabricate accusations out of thin air so skillfully, isn't this the skill that the nobles of the imperial capital are best at?
Swallowing his spit, Bea endured the severe pain of his thigh being broken into four or five pieces. He gritted his teeth and snorted: "Major General Ent, I think you made a mistake. This assassin was the first one I targeted.
The person who committed the crime is yours..."
Enzo interrupted Bea rudely: "Stop talking, stop talking nonsense, you insulted my men, you wanted to snatch our prisoners from my men, so you provoked me first. According to
The rules of the nobility, in this situation where everyone says they are right, let’s duel and use our blood and lives to identify which of us is the true warrior loyal to the empire!”
Pulling out the stabbing sword from his waist, he waved a dazzling arc-shaped sword light. Enzo's wrist shook, and a more than ten meters long arc-shaped sword light shot out of the air with a sharp whistling sound, and struck heavily.
In the group of dragoons who were preparing to charge, the fierce sword energy burst, and dozens of horses were beheaded by the sword energy. Blood spilled all over the ground. The formation of the dragoons on horseback was in chaos.
, many people were pressed to the ground by the dead horses, making them neigh and howl in pain.
The other war horses were frightened by the blood of the horses that died suddenly. Thousands of war horses jumped around in fear. Many dragoons could not stabilize their bodies and were thrown up from their horses. They fell down in embarrassment.
land.
"Ente~Mart~" Bea's face turned purple with anger. He pointed at Enzo angrily: "What do you want to do?"
Enzo proudly and arrogantly drew a gorgeous flower of sword light in the air with his stabbing sword. He smiled slowly and said: "Do what you were doing just now. You bullied my subordinates, so I bully you now.
If you are not convinced, let’s duel! Bow and arrow, crossbow, spear, axe, halberd, heavy sword, bayonet, or fighting with bare hands, any duel method, I can let you choose!"
Bea shut her mouth in horror. Enzo shot his sword energy in the air, able to chop off the heads of dozens of war horses a hundred meters away, but did not kill any dragoon warrior. Such strength, such terrifying control over fighting energy.
, this is a state that he could not even dream of achieving.
Looking at Enzo bitterly, how could a playboy like Bea have the courage to duel with Enzo?
Enzo looked at Bea with a sarcastic smile: "If the Count refuses to duel, then I will leave with my men! The murder case on Golden Leaf Street, I think it is best to close the case as soon as possible. Anyway, the murderer has already been
He was captured alive, and I just found out from him the mastermind behind it."
Before he finished speaking, a spear suddenly tore through the air and stabbed straight into the chest of the assassin held by an old brother of Wood. The spear as thick as a bowl rubbed violently with the air, and actually spurted out red flames. That
The old brother abandoned the assassin in panic, drew his weapon and charged towards the spear.
But the force of the spear suddenly changed, and he gently held his weapon. A golden arrow as thick as a thumb shot out from the thorn, fiercely piercing the assassin's heart, nailing him firmly.
On the street.
Dull footsteps sounded, and a group of elite soldiers wearing heavy black armor and expressionless faces walked slowly towards a group of generals.
Walking at the front of this group of fierce soldiers was a sturdy middle-aged man riding a white tiger. He casually grabbed it in the distance, and the thick spear rose into the air, tore through the air and fell back.
In his hands.
"Beya, my son, who hurt you?" The middle-aged man wearing a light cyan uniform and black heavy armor said word by word: "It seems that someone has colluded with some criminal suspects and wants to
Want to accuse you of treason? Well, who in Beileli has the courage to accuse my son?"
The assassin who was shot through the heart by a heavy golden arrow died at that moment, and the terrible fighting spirit attached to the arrow instantly extinguished his life.
Enzo looked at the middle-aged man riding a white tiger with cold eyes, and gave him a military salute with a sneer.
"Ente Marte, Major General Commander of the Second Dragoon Regiment of Borelli, see Marquis Beluti...see Beluti, Lieutenant General."
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