The sound of the blade tearing through the air reached Jason's ears!
It's not aimed at him.
But in...
Behind the carriage, near the city gate.
Jason turned around subconsciously, and immediately saw a figure covered in a gray-black cloak, leaping down from the city gate, and the sharp blade in his hand piercing the patrolman's body.
puff!
"ah!"
The patrols rushed, and the brief screams suddenly stopped. The body was carried in the hands of a figure holding a sharp knife, as if showing off a trophy. The other party raised it above his head, faced all around, and shouted loudly:
"Revival meeting!"
"Immortal!"
After shouting these words, the other party dropped the patrolman's body and ran towards the outside of Taoer City.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye.
When the opponent was about to run out of the city gate, the remaining soldiers reacted.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
A soldier captain who was at the guard post next to the city gate rushed out and shouted loudly.
All the soldiers raised their flintlock rifles. They skillfully bit open the paper-cased bullets, poured part of the gunpowder inside into the fire pool, and stuffed the remaining gunpowder and projectiles into the barrel with a purge bar.
In about 20 seconds, all the soldiers completed this action.
Then, facing the retreating figure, he pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
The dense projectiles covered the figure like raindrops.
Perhaps the aiming accuracy of a flintlock rifle exceeds a certain distance, and it is impossible to directly hit the target. But when ten or twenty flintlock rifles fire at the same time, the covering strike makes the hit
Rates' skyrocketed.
Just like this time.
The figure that had already rushed out nearly two hundred meters was directly knocked to the ground.
The soldiers quickly surrounded them with flintlock rifles with bayonets fixed.
The man who fell to the ground did not die directly. When the soldiers gathered around him, the figure stood up, but the limping look doomed the opponent's fate.
However, the other party didn't seem to care.
"Revival meeting!"
"Immortal!"
Shouting such slogans, the man waved the sword in his hand and rushed towards the soldiers.
Bang bang bang!
Another intensive shooting.
This time it is different from the previous one where the power of the projectile was weakened due to distance.
At a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of the flintlock rifle is almost maximized.
The man fell straight to the ground.
There were scars caused by projectiles all over his body.
Even when he died, the opponent never let go of the sword in his hand.
With a field of vision that is more than three times that of an ordinary person, Jason can clearly see this scene.
Similarly, unlike the ordinary people who crowded around just to watch the 'accident', Jason was always paying attention to his surroundings.
Therefore, he could see the fleeting sadness on the coachman Peters' face.
Afterwards, there was more confusion and confusion.
The people around him were excitedly discussing the 'revival meeting'.
"Another revival lunatic!"
"A bunch of fools who only know how to use swords!"
"How can a sword compare with a flintlock?"
"I heard that they also reject steam engines and think horses are the best!"
"A bunch of stupid guys!"
The discussion made Jason quickly know what kind of existence this organization called "Revival Society" was.
Respects everything before the rise of gunpowder weapons.
Rejecting any organization linked to things like steam engines.
Act aggressively and bloody.
And the strength of the members... is not weak!
Just like the assassin who caused blood just now, whether it was the opponent jumping from a high place to assassinate or the speed when escaping, they had already reached the limit of an ordinary person.
It is simply impossible to do it without effective training over many years.
But facing a group of 'gunmen' who have also been trained, even if the training time is less than one-tenth of his, they are still no match.
well!
A low sigh sounded from the mouth of coachman Peters.
Then, the coachman began to quickly calm down.
He didn't realize that Jason was paying attention to him from beginning to end.
"Sir, we need to speed up."
Peters, who once again returned to his normal appearance as a coachman, said.
"good."
Jason said and returned to the carriage.
Snapped!
With the crack of whips, the carriage passed through the streets of Tower.
The cobblestone pavement has long been polished smooth. Except for some gaps and the outline, the original appearance is not visible at all. The carriage drives on it without any bumps.
When you turn into Taoer's main street, the stone pavement is even smoother, but the buildings on both sides are becoming more and more "crowded".
The first and second floors are still masonry buildings that Jason often sees, but above the third floor, they become wooden buildings, and it seems that in order to make the 'rooms' bigger, the 'walls' of the wooden buildings almost protrude into the walls of the masonry buildings.
The extension gives people a "top-heavy" feeling, and in some places there are wooden boards less than 30 centimeters wide, forming "overpasses".
This is something Jason has never seen in Lord's.
Although ‘Lord’ is also very crowded, it is well planned.
The Taoer in front of him made Jason feel confused.
However, it is still full of vitality.
When you raise your head and look at the people walking on the 'overpass', you basically don't need to think about anything else except worrying that the other person will fall down and hit you.
The carriage finally stopped at the end of the main street, in front of a shop called "Shire's Car Shop".
A signboard similar to that of 'Delin Automobile Dealership' represents the 'alliance' between the two parties.
When Peters handed the certificate from Delin Automobile Dealers to the owner of Shire Automobile Dealers, Jason was immediately warmly received by the slightly fat owner.
"Afternoon, of course I need afternoon tea."
As the fat boss said this, he brought over the shelves containing snacks and fruits.
Different from the two-tiered shelf that Jason saw in Jaydenlon before, Taoer's rack was not only divided into three tiers, but also had a bowl-like container on the top tier with a pudding inside.
The caramel juice is poured onto the pudding, and two silver spoons are placed on both sides.
The middle and lower floors were the same as those Jason had seen before, with cookies and fruits placed there.
"How much sugar and milk do you need?"
The fat boss asked Jason while holding a sugar bowl and teapot.
"Thanks."
"Just tea."
Jason responded.
The fat boss immediately poured Jason a cup of tea, and then sat across from Jason, chatting while eating.
The fat boss is undoubtedly a talkative and familiar person.
Even if Jason didn't speak, he could still speak happily.
"You are from Jiedanlun, do you know about Mawson Circus?"
"They were really unlucky. Not only did the lion suddenly lose control and bite someone to death, but the lion also disappeared later."
"The director of Mawson Circus had to leave a large deposit before leaving Jayden Lun."
"However, their performance at Tower was quite successful."
"Although that guy Mawson is a bastard, but just because he is a bastard, he always has a way to survive the crisis."
Listening to the fat boss's narration, Jason subconsciously thought of his lion skin mattress.
It's very comfortable, very warm, and a good helper for him.
At this time, the fat boss suddenly looked around, brought his face closer, and lowered his voice and said:
"I heard that that bastard Mo Sen secretly started to sacrifice to the evil god in order to make a fortune!"
"The poor girl who was bitten to death is the sacrifice!"
"and……"
"He's ready to sacrifice more!"
The fat boss's voice became deeper and deeper.
Even, with a hint of strange hoarseness.
But the fat boss himself didn’t notice such anomalies.
