Chapter 140 Oh, there is an unexpected gain
It was most likely not a coincidence that they captured Sissi.

As he walked down the road, Horn was still pondering this matter in his mind.

However, he couldn't be sure who was instructing them to do this.

The signature is from the Duke, but it doesn't necessarily mean it was instructed by the Duke.

Or is the Duke trying to test us in this way?
Carrying a cloth bag full of coins and hesitation, Horn walked to the camp gate, but found that the elderly, the weak, women and children at the gate had all been dispersed.

Since when, the heads of each ten households, together with thousands of young and strong men, have quietly formed a semi-encirclement situation.

Soldiers in black, holding spears in their hands, mixed in with the crowd. From the outline of some people's cloaks, one could make out something thick, long, and straight.

Several villains fell to the ground twitching, and Jeanne was holding a battle flag, staring at them eagerly.

The villains were still shouting, but when they saw Jeanne and the forest of spears raised in the crowd, the voices became smaller and smaller.

When Horn stood at the entrance of the camp again, the rest of the villains had run away, and only one villain was left with the three knights.

The three knights looked nervously in the direction Horn was coming from, as if they were about to leave first.

"Hey, come and get it!" Horn threw the bag of money on the ground.

The knight winked at his fellow villain, who then trembled as he approached, carrying Sissi.

When they had gone nearly half a farthest, the thug kicked Sissi on the back, sending him crashing straight down upon Horn.

Grabbing the purse on the ground, the villain rolled and crawled towards the knights.

Sissi murmured on Horn's shoulder: "Your Majesty, don't be impulsive..."

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Amid the villain's desperate shouts, the three knights who had received the money rode away on their horses without waiting a moment.

He was the only one left, surrounded by thousands of angry young men.

"Just let them go like that?" Regardless of the thug who was being beaten, Armand walked up to Horn and asked in a low voice.

"If we don't let them go, how will we know where they come from?" Horn said as he nodded secretly at Jeshka not far away.

…………

"I thought he was so cruel and a saint, but he's nothing but a coward."

"When the snot-nosed boss arrived, they were so scared that they took out their money."

On the country road, the Snotlout Knight was carrying his purse and humming a little tune as he moved forward slowly.

Beside him, the villains, each of whom had received two gold pounds, were excitedly discussing where to go next to have fun.

"I heard that some citizens went bankrupt and started a half-open business."

"That's perfect. Normally, they look down on us. I just want to see their expression, the expression of helplessness when they are humiliated by me!"

"Hahahaha!"

As they were talking and laughing, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from the corner at the end of the slope.

He raised his guard and looked over there.

But he saw an old priest riding a horse, running towards him breathlessly. Before he got off the horse, he shouted to Snotlout, "Where are the people? Where are the people?"

The knights and the villains looked at each other, and no one spoke.

"You are a bunch of idiots!" The priest with a Paul-style Mediterranean hairstyle was so angry that his beard was trembling. "Who told you to send that secret party to ask for money?"

"Don't be angry, old Bishop Burwerf." The Snotlout Knight laughed, "Don't you want that Holy Grandson? We originally wanted to use this secret party to exchange for that Holy Grandson..."

"Have you changed it out? Huh? I'm asking you, have you changed it out?"

"Old thing." As if he couldn't stand the humiliation of his boss, a villain behind him shouted, "You're not there, what are you saying? There are tens of thousands of people surrounding you, and there's also the witch. Do you dare to say anything?"

"you……"

"What are you doing? How rude!" The Snotlout Knight bared his rotten teeth and slapped his subordinate on the back of the head, then said to Bishop Burwilf, "We are all country bumpkins, old bishop, don't mind us.

I originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to rescue that fake saint grandson, but their witch dared to use magic in broad daylight.

I'm not wearing armor today. Instead of enduring it, I'd rather keep my useful body and serve you. After all, there will be opportunities in the future.

He can't stay here forever. You see, I got you 250 pounds in taxes."

"Is it money I want? Oh no." Burvelf stamped his feet repeatedly, "Okay, all of you go back and don't come out again during this period of time."

"My intention was good, but the execution was bad..." Snotlout Knight suddenly stopped talking halfway through his words.

He could hear a crunching sound along with the wind.

The mainspring is tightened, the gears are turning, and the gears hit the serrated grooves of the firing rod, making a "ticking" sound similar to that of a clock.

"You stopped in the middle of quoting a famous quote. Do you want me to applaud you? Not yet..."

The Snotlout Knight jumped off his horse in a panic and knocked down Bishop Burwilf in front of him.

"Bang bang bang!"

Nearly twenty spring keys were pulled out, and the tightened orichalcum springs were released in less than one tenth of a second, and the mana stored in the orichalcum turned into a huge amount of kinetic energy.

The forged iron firing rod made a sharp whine, and its edge slid out countless sparks in the barrel, pushing stones and iron sand forward.

The air waves in the balance hole made the surrounding leaves rustle, followed by the thunder as the firing rod pushed the projectile.

An iron sand storm enveloped the area, and the surrounding trees were shaken back and forth by stray bullets.

Under the scattershot, a knight's chain mail was completely shattered in the blink of an eye.

The riveted iron rings clanged and flew off the horse's back, scattering all over the ground, sticky with blood.

Iron sand covered with rust and stone bullets soaked in horse manure bit his body madly, drilling through his thick skin and advancing continuously in his solid flesh and blood.

The knight fell stiffly from his horse, with dozens of bloody holes on his chest, and blood gushing out.

Since the bodies of the extraordinary knights are superior to those of ordinary people, most of the iron sand cannot penetrate their bodies and can only remain and rub against their internal organs, muscles and bones.

It was not until this time that the howling was heard on this quiet path.

"Ah—I can't see, I can't see!"

"My intestines, my intestines—"

"GuluGulu——"

Some of the villains covered their wide-open minds, while others covered their open hearts. Blood, wrapped in minced meat and blood clots, flowed on the ground.

But it was a shotgun after all, and the aim was not very accurate, so the kinetic energy decay was still quite large. This wave only killed or injured a small half of the people.

No one knew where the remaining iron sand and stone bullets went.

"Ccrunch."

The devilish voice sounded again.

The Snotlout Knight half-knelt on the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, charge! They are hiding in the bushes on the slopes on both sides!"

These villains were indeed quite ruthless and desperate. Upon seeing the miserable state of their companions, seven or eight of them who were slightly injured or uninjured actually picked up their clubs and rushed towards the slopes on both sides.

But after they ran a few steps, they slowly stopped.

From the slopes on both sides, spears pierced through the darkness, held by soldiers also dressed in black.

Behind the double rows of spears were rows of black clockwork guns. The holy gunners were sweating profusely as they held the gun handles and continued to turn the clockwork keys.

The gleaming spear tips and the dark gun barrels made people dizzy, and the villains immediately fell to the ground in unconsciousness, with some even kneeling on the ground.

"boom!"

No matter what the villains did, the uniform thunder sounded again, and there were not many villains left standing.

After two rounds of volleys, the spearmen began to stride forward, stabbing the injured villains on the ground to death one by one, and charging towards the remaining villains.

Rotten Nose, who had just shouted "Brothers, charge", took this opportunity to jump up, jumped onto the horse, and rushed forward.

"Hey! I haven't got on the horse yet? I haven't got on the horse yet!" Burlvilf shouted in despair, turning over and jumping up.

The Snotlout Knight rushed past him like the wind.

"Hey--" Burvelf's cry stopped abruptly when he saw the road ahead.

In front of the charging Snotlout Knight was the calm-looking Horn, holding a clockwork rifle.

Unlike others, the clockwork gun in Horn's hand is two meters long. It not only requires a tripod, but also a soldier holding the gun barrel in front.

This is the exclusive clockwork gun that Rector and Jeanne made specifically for him - the Canidi Large Raise Bar.

Due to Horn's huge amount of mana, he did not need to use any mountain copper alloy springs. He used full mountain copper springs, and the spring box was even more than twice as large as that of an ordinary spring box.

Improve both quality and quantity.

Seeing Horn blocking his way without considering his own capabilities, the Snotlout Knight immediately quickened his horse's speed with a grim smile, and raised the knight's sword high in the air.

With a smile, Horn pulled out a wrench-sized clockwork key.

It was like a switch was turned on.

The violent whistling sound coming from the air pressure hole was like the howling of a banshee, and the sound of the firing rod running in the barrel was like Thor's wheels.

Even the nearby Holy Gunners and Spearmen covered their ears.

People can cover their ears, but war horses have no hands.

"you this……"

The bullet was fired, a black shadow swept by, a blood mist diffused in the air, the knight was shocked and looked back.

The warhorse under Snotlout let out a mournful cry, threw the Snotlout Knight off its back, and the horse itself also slipped to the ground.

Looking at the Snotlout Knight on the ground, only half of his head was left on his neck. From the chin to the crown of the head, it had turned into a ball of minced meat, hanging loosely on the tree branch.

His eyeballs streaked across the sky, bounced on the ground, and rolled in front of Burlwilf, who was covered in shit and urine.

Burvelf was originally kneeling on the ground. When he saw the eyeball, he was so scared that he fell backwards, but he stepped on his own feces and urine and fell to the ground with his butt.

"Old Bishop." With crisp footsteps, the leather boots landed heavily, crushing the eyeball. Horn smiled and said, "Are you interested in telling me what's going on?"

(End of this chapter)