The other party's soldiers have entered the city, and his ineffective subordinates have long since surrendered. The only thing he can rely on now is the fleet anchored in the port.
Go to sea! Take the fleet to sea! This is the only thing on his mind now. As long as he leaves the ferry, he can save his life!
"My lord, my lord! Rest, rest for a while..." The only trusted officer who escaped with him sat on the ground like a dead dog, whining out of breath.
They were exhausted from running all the way. Presumably the other side should be busy receiving surrendered troops and controlling the city walls and gates at this time, and would not come to them so soon.
"Then, what's that explosion? Why? Why is it comparable to magic?" Berman asked desperately after leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath.
After calming down, he now realized that his inner lining was soaked with sweat. When he was running all the way, he was thinking about revenge, but now he only thinks about saving his life.
It is estimated that even the Arant Empire would not bother to provoke such an enemy. A little person like me really has no chance of revenge.
However, sending the news that there is a "magician to help" in Seris City back to the Alante Empire will definitely arouse the Alante Empire's vigilance, right? Even though it does no good to me, Seris City will definitely be wiped out immediately.
Drop it?
Thinking of this, Berman showed a cruel smile on his face. He wants that bastard City Lord of Siris, Alan Hill Chris, to die! He wants this damn bastard to never be reincarnated!
"I, I don't know either!" When the confidant officer mentioned those terrible explosions, he looked shocked and couldn't muster any courage at all: "Maybe it was the devil's thunder?"
"The devil's thunder? You might as well call it the wizard's fire technique!" Berman scolded: "Useless thing! Why didn't you bring out any guards? Ah?"
Hearing his master's scolding, the confidant suddenly felt his innocence and cried with a sad face: "My lord! There was such a chaos on the city just now, who can still listen to my command..."
He wanted to take a few people with him, so that someone could protect him on the way. But a cannonball just landed not far away, and the entire guard camp was stunned. No one could hear his shouts.
Voice?
What's more, there was chaos at that time, and City Lord Berman took the lead in running away. He only followed him alone. How could he still have the energy to gather the collapsed soldiers?
When passing other soldiers, it is even less possible for him to give orders to ask them to follow him: if the commander gives random orders when retreating, how can anyone be willing to stand behind him? When the time comes, everyone will run backward together, wouldn't it make the situation even more chaotic?
At that time, it was the right choice to leave the soldiers on the city wall to hold off the enemy for you, so when he heard his master's scolding, the confidant suddenly felt aggrieved.
Berman also saw the grievances of the other party, and he also realized that it would be useless to criticize his confidants at this time. At this moment, stabilizing the people who follow him is what a superior should do.
So he adjusted his tone and said comfortingly: "Forget it! It's not your fault! It's just that the other party's weapons are too weird... Follow me back to Arant, follow me
Move reinforcements and take back Fukou City!"
Hearing that his master was going to Arrant to bring in reinforcements, and that there seemed to be a chance of a comeback, this confidant had some hope, and immediately said excitedly: "I am willing to follow you to the death!"
"Take off this armor! Let's go quickly!" Seeing that he had stabilized his confidants and threw his gauntlet on the side of the road, Berman wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued walking towards the port.
…
On the pier of the port, Lawns stood in the sea breeze holding his sword. Behind him were rows of sailors who were ready to go to sea.
An officer also wearing leather armor came over, lowered his head and said, "Sir! There was a loud noise and black smoke rising from the city wall... Maybe that guy Berman is going to lose."
"Hmph! He has only been a lord here for a few years. Look what he has done to Fukou City. The people are in dire straits and the people are miserable..." Lawns complained dissatisfiedly: "He regards women as playthings.
, bullying the weak everywhere, I have long been unhappy with him."
"This time he really kicked the iron plate. I didn't expect that Siris could easily level Mayne and hit us so quickly." The officer sneered and continued.
Lawns nodded and spat: "Don't give me a chance. If he really gives me a chance, I will make a good settlement with him for the people who have been harmed by the women he has harmed over the years."
Account!"
While they were talking, at the end of the street in the distance, there were two figures staggering towards the dock. They turned back three times at a step, and soon came to the front. It was the Lord Berman and his confidants.
"Hurry! Let us get on the boat!" Berman shouted loudly while running panting.
Lawns pressed the sword, and the smile on his face became colder and colder: "It seems that the opportunity has come today!"
The two of them ran closer and closer, and when they saw clearly the faces of these waiting sailors, they felt a little bit bad.
Berman stopped in his tracks, kept a certain distance from Lawns, and asked warily: "What are you doing standing here? Get on the boat quickly! I want to get out of here!"
"Where do you want to go, sir?" Lawns took a step forward with a smile on his face and asked with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
"I...I want to go to Alante! I am the city lord appointed by Alante. I will go back and report on my duties. The report must be correct!" Berman took out the Alante Empire as his backer and shouted with a guilty conscience. He himself
He also knows that if it were not for the support of the Arant Empire, Genesis would not take him seriously.
Lawns nodded, moved out of the way, stretched out his hand as an invitation and said, "Please! Let your Excellency get on board!"
Berman is not a fool. He has already seen that Lawns has bad intentions towards him, so naturally he will not approach him easily. He pressed the long sword in his hand, looked at Lawns and gritted his teeth and said: "Launs
Si! Are you going to betray me?"
"My subordinates just think that you, the city lord... should give way to others!" Lawns' smile gradually turned cold, and he squinted at Berman as he spoke word by word.
"You! You dare to kill me?" Berman looked at Genesis with hatred and asked sternly.
"Of course I don't dare..." Lawns still squinted his eyes: "But you were not killed by me. You died under the sword of Siris's cavalry...and died in the rebellion."
If he kills Berman now and passes the responsibility for Berman's death to the Seris army attacking the city, he will be fine. Whether he surrenders to Seris or waits for the new Lord of Dukou City to take office, there will be no problem.
This is also the reason why he dares to turn his back and take action now.
"You!" Berman felt bad. The other party had obviously caught the loophole, and he could only give it a try to save his life. So he shouted the word "you" on one side of his mouth, and the other side had already withdrawn.
My own sword.
Berman's movements were not slow, but Lawns's speed was faster. The old sailor who had been wandering at sea all year round drew his sword out of its sheath, like a snake, drawing a strange route.
Berman only felt that his throat was sweet and it became difficult to breathe. He dropped the long sword in his hand, knelt on the ground, and subconsciously covered his neck with his hands, where blood was pouring out.
, it can’t be blocked even if it is blocked.
He wanted to speak, but all he spit out was warm blood. He saw in the distance that his confidant was cut to death by several sailors, and he saw that Lawns had returned his sword to its sheath and looked down at him.
He also heard Lawns' words, which made him feel a little cold in his body: "Berman, the bastard who bullied men and dominated women, is dead! Ferry City finally has hope today!"
He stretched out a hand full of blood, trying to grab Lawns in front of him, but found that his body fell backwards uncontrollably. Then he could only see the blue sky, and the sky above
There was thick black and gray smoke floating from the other side of the city wall.
The desperate eyes of the women he bullied passed before his eyes, the screams of the families he had harmed rang in his ears, and the gold and silver jewels he had appropriated were buried at his feet...
The only thing I didn't think of was a feeling called regret.
Chris tightened the reins with his sword in hand, glanced at the already cold body of Berman, and looked at the tall man in leather armor standing on the dock with great interest.
"Did you kill him?" After a while, Chris asked with a smile.
"You killed him!" Lawns replied loudly, raising his head and holding the sword at his waist.
Chris nodded: "Okay! I will take the blame... I am the city lord of Elanthir Chris Seris."
Pointing at the broken sailboats behind him, Lawns introduced himself: "My name is Lawns. I have no surname. I am the naval commander of Ferry City."
Chris looked up at the ordinary-looking sailboats: "Nice to meet you, General Lawns."
Lawns was not polite and asked: "I am also very happy to meet you. The strong man who defeated Mayne and the ferry within ten days, Mr. Chris! In addition, I also want to ask... those cloths and
Are these woodworking products really developed by you?"
"That's right, I developed it." Chris had no reason not to admit it, nodded and said, "No way, the tax is so high, and if I don't do some industry, I don't have anywhere to collect gold coins to pay the tax."
"Master Chris, can you please think of some ways for our ferry city to increase the income of our ferry city?" What Lawrence said next made Chris laugh and cry: "If you can, I will do it for you.
And fight!”——
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