Reggie suspected that the soldier was a spy, and this sentence woke Chris up like a thunderbolt.
Reggie is right. The soldiers of the Third Army strictly execute every combat procedure like machines. Soldiers have different talents and abilities. Some soldiers may have poor shooting accuracy, and some soldiers may change bullets at a slower rate.
Very slow. The loyalty of each soldier is also different. In a life or death situation, they are likely to choose to surrender. All this is within the understandable range.
But if a soldier of the Third Army violates combat procedures, it is like a machine suddenly reversing its working order. This behavior is completely incomprehensible.
The only explanation is that the soldier deliberately wanted to throw the musket outside the guard tower. Is he really a spy?
After some investigation, Chris discovered that the soldier did not meet the qualifications to become a spy.
This soldier's name is Levus. He is the first new resident of Snow City, the first batch of slaves sent by Nipoli. When he came to Snow City, Charlemagne had not yet become a
king, so it is unlikely that he served Charlemagne.
Moreover, spies generally choose to be alone, but Lewusi has a large family. He lives with two sisters, a brother, and two sisters. This situation is obviously not suitable for being a spy. His scruples and ties
There are simply too many.
Edwina, who received the news, gave another speculation: "He may not be a spy, but he is probably an assistant to the spy."
This explanation is more clear. This soldier was probably instructed by a spy to complete a specific task, such as throwing a musket to the enemy.
What kind of temptation can make a soldier risk his life and take risks?
The easiest thing to think of is money, but of course, it could also be other things.
"Lend Modessa and Tyr to me, and leave this matter to me. The results will be available within ten days." Edwina was very confident in finding the spy. She was more confident than Reggie.
More experienced.
Reggie was somewhat skeptical of Wen Na's promise. Before the artillery test, he had to eliminate the spy: "I am developing a very powerful weapon. If the secrets are leaked again, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Are you worried that I won't be able to catch him?" Edwina frowned, "If I can't complete the task, I'm willing to accept your punishment."
Reggie nodded and said with a stern expression: "My punishment will be really severe!"
Wen Na smiled mischievously and said: "Don't scare me, let me see first how strict you can be."
Chris coughed: "To be serious, you'd better not be too rough with your methods. I don't want to wrong the soldiers of the Third Army. They were born as slaves, and their will can easily be shaken."
Wen Na said: "Don't worry, I won't use torture instruments until I find evidence."
Compared with spies, Chris was more worried that Charlemagne would make muskets: "We need to be prepared for muskets in advance. We need to make some strong shields, which must at least be able to block bullets."
"Don't be so nervous. My musket is not that easy to copy, not to mention they haven't got the bullets yet." Reggie is very confident in his skills. If it is the kind of primitive musket filled with gunpowder, projectiles and gun sand, alchemy
Warlocks do have the ability to imitate, including the mechanical parts of revolvers, which may also be imitated by alchemists, but the primers and propellants of bullets are completely beyond their scope of knowledge.
"Don't underestimate the alchemist, and the soldier may have lied. He may have given the bullet to Charlemagne."
Reggie said: "Even if they get the bullet, they can't get the gunpowder formula. Just like Sophia took away my rocket, but she still can't copy my rocket warhead. What I'm worried about is the spy. Since he
If you can reach out to the army, the next step is probably to reach out to the factory."
"Wait for my news," Wen Na said with a smile, "I will bring the spy to you within ten days."
…
Charlemagne played with the musket for a long time. There was indeed no bullet in the musket, but the novel mechanical design still aroused his great interest.
"Look how interesting this thing is. As long as you buckle the hook, the small hammer on the back will move." Conrad was introducing the functions of the musket to Charlemagne. Charlemagne pulled the trigger hard, and the hammer on the back would move.
There was a crisp sound.
Conrad smiled and said: "Although this hammer is not big, it is really strong and can break a wooden stick."
"Wooden stick? Weapons are not used to hit wood." Charlemagne called a maid and asked her to put her finger between the hammer and the wheel.
"Let me see how powerful this thing is."
The maid was trembling with fear. When Charlemagne pulled the trigger, the hammer quickly broke the maid's finger. The maid screamed repeatedly, but this was not the result Charlemagne wanted.
"My soldiers were killed by this thing? Are they going to stretch their necks to this hammer?" Charlemagne looked at the barrel of the gun, and then at the empty bullet chamber, "There is nothing in this tube.
Things are sprayed out, what is this wheel used for? I can clearly see it rotating, is it just a decoration?"
Andrew said: "This weapon was purchased with the life of a warrior. We should immediately return it to the capital and give it to the alchemists. They will give the answer."
"What you said does make sense, but I still want to hear the advice of Baron Windsor," Charlemagne looked at Alice and smiled, "You have told me countless times that the enemy's weapons come from witchcraft.
, but you have never been able to find a way to break the witchcraft. Now that we have obtained the enemy's weapons, I think you should be able to find a way to defeat the enemy."
Conrad remained silent. Charlemagne had reached the point where he could no longer afford to lose. In this situation, he did not want to risk his own life.
After a long silence, Alice gave her answer.
"Alchemists can't do anything. This weapon itself can't harm your soldiers. Everything comes from Reggie Victor's witchcraft. Only Reggie Victor used witchcraft to eject the water from the long tube.
Murderous arrows.”
When she said these words, even Alice felt like she had become a goddess. She couldn't smell any witchcraft on this weapon, but at this moment, she had to stick to her lie, otherwise she would
Everything you have gained through so much hard work will be lost.
Alice got a fief and the offerings on the fief. Now she has more than a dozen servants and more than twenty disciples to serve her daily life and food. For a girl born as a commoner, all this is more beautiful than the most beautiful dream.
, in order to keep this sweet dream going, she did not hesitate to use lies to push herself into a desperate situation.
Now it was Charlemagne's turn to make a decision: "This is really embarrassing. Why did we only capture one weapon? Who should I give it to?"
"Your Majesty," Andrew stood up and said, "In order to seize this weapon, we lost sixty-one soldiers. Even for the blood of these soldiers, we should be more careful in handling this hard-won trophy."
Every word of Andrew made Charlemagne feel harsh. It sounded as if Charlemagne did not value the lives of his soldiers.
"General Andrew, I feel more sorry for the soldiers of the Kingdom than you do. I don't want any more unnecessary sacrifices. But this place is far from the capital of the Kingdom. It takes at least ten days to go back and forth. During these ten days, how many soldiers will
Died because of this?"
"Your Majesty, we don't need to bring this weapon to the royal capital. I have already sent someone to summon the alchemists, and they will arrive at our camp tomorrow."
After the words fell, Charlemagne was speechless for a while.
He didn't know what to say. It seemed that General Andrew had more foresight than him. He had prepared in advance and saved precious time. Should he be praised for his foresight and sagacity?
Charlemagne forced a smile and said: "Well done, my general, as you wish, we will hand over this weapon to the alchemist tomorrow. I think... three days should be enough.
"
"Three days, you mean..."
"I want to know the secret behind this weapon, at least I want to know how this weapon kills people!"
Charlemagne tried his best to keep smiling and left the meeting hall. The strange atmosphere sent a chill down Andrew's spine.
He looked at Spindu and asked: "Prime Minister, did I do something wrong?"
Spindu smiled and said: "General, you are too worried. Your Majesty is in a very good mood. Leave the rest to the alchemist."
Everyone left one after another, and only Andrew and the slow Conrad were left in the hall.
"Chief Maester," Andrew whispered, "I feel that His Majesty is a little dissatisfied with me."
Conrad smiled and said: "Maybe I shouldn't interrupt randomly, but there is one thing I don't understand. Why can you dispatch alchemists at will?"
Andrew was stunned for a long time, and the cold sweat all over his body instantly soaked his clothes.
"This is... Your Majesty's order. During the war, I have the authority to dispatch all personnel in the kingdom."
"Well said," Conrad sighed. "If I remember correctly, you have been a general for fifteen years. You should understand that not every word you say can be taken seriously."
"That's what His Majesty said personally..." Andrew's voice changed.
"Don't get me wrong. Your Majesty's words are of course correct. I'm talking about what others have said," Conrad said with a smile. "Just like me, an old fool, why should you take it seriously? I'm tired.
I hope you can rest early too."
Conrad walked out of the hall tremblingly. Alice was standing at the door waiting for the chief bachelor. When he saw Alice, his anger immediately burned in Andrew's heart.
"Damn witch, stop confusing His Majesty with your sweet words," Andrew gritted his teeth. "When I expose your lies, I will burn you on a stone pillar in the square."
"I have never deceived Your Majesty. Even if you want to burn me to death, it is not your turn. I am a baron of the kingdom. Only Your Majesty has the qualifications to punish me." Alice lowered her head and said word by word, "General Andrew
, you are too arrogant, you are wasting His Majesty’s time, and you are wasting the lives of the soldiers. One day, you will pay the price for this.”
"Damn witch! Who are you talking to!" The angry Andrew rushed out of the meeting hall. If Conrad hadn't stopped him, he might have killed Alice immediately.
Returning to Conrad's residence, Alice was still frightened. Conrad drove away the attendants, took away his kind smile, and said with a ferocious expression: "Do you want to play with fire? Why do you want to provoke Andrew? You know he has
How vicious? He almost killed the previous king!"
Alice got into Conrad's arms and cried loudly: "You tell me what to do? I can't stand their bullying and insults. If I give in, I will lose everything."
Conrad sighed, gently stroked Alice's hair, and whispered: "From today on, you must listen to me. Before the alchemist gets the answer, you should not interfere with this matter again."
Alice looked up at Conrad: "Will General Andrew take revenge on me?"
"Don't worry, His Majesty is already very disgusted with him," Conrad said with a sinister smile. "He will be the one who loses everything, even his life."
Alice buried her head deeply in Conrad's robe and said softly: "You are my sun, you are my sky, I am willing to serve you forever."
Conrad's eyes flashed with strange light. He pulled Alice's hair hard and said with a smile: "That's right, I like obedient girls best."