I Will Be The Crowned King

"Get down!"

The familiar voice made Anson tremble, shouting loudly at the other three, and immediately fell backwards.

Ian and Karno didn't hesitate and lay on the ground decisively; only Derek was stunned for a moment, his expression extremely shocked-the Wild Hunt Knight's excellent senses made him more aware of what was going on across the wall than the other two, and the result was a direct result. Frightened silly.

The pitch-black solid bullet rushed out of the cannon and whistled towards Derek, who was standing in front of the broken round table; the power contained in the bloodline made the Wild Hunt knight sober in an instant, and the body, which was still stiff and stunned just now, moved almost instinctively, protecting it with his body. Ian, who fell down, raised his knife in his right hand to point in the direction of the shell.

"Boom!!!!"

The deafening roar made the entire tavern tremble, and the instantly disintegrated walls exploded into countless dust and rubble filling the air.

The moment the explosion sounded, Anson in the corner clearly saw a flame of fire blooming in the smoke - Derek used his long knife to forcibly deviate from the direction of the cannonball attack, and the afterimages that should have crushed him and Ian went straight. Through the other side of the wall, rushed to the street outside the tavern.

Kacha-

Almost at the same time, the right arm of the wild hunter's raised knife made a tooth-piercing cracking sound, the entire forearm turned outwards, and even the long knife was thrown out.

Come straight to yourself!

An Sen's eyes widened, the tip of the bayonet protruded from the cuff of his left hand, and the [Sharp Wind] rubbed on it shot at the tip of the oncoming knife.

"Ding!"

The crisp metal crash sounded in the smoke, and the long knife that was bounced off spun in the air, falling to the position where Karno fell.

The expressionless Karno clenched the gun body nailed to the ground. The tip of the spear suddenly stabbed out from the opposite wall, perfectly hitting the weighted ball at the end of the knife handle, and the long knife pulled out a sharp afterimage in the air. , tearing open the smoke and heading towards the direction of the gunfire.

The next second, two screams came from the kitchen next door at the same time.

"Pfft!"

Derek, clutching his right arm, knelt down on one knee in pain.

Ian, who was beside him, immediately rushed forward to support him, turned his head and hurriedly shouted behind him, "Run, leave us alone!"

For the Wild Hunt knights who are good at melee combat, losing their dominant arm almost instantly halves their combat power; and no matter what Ian's bloodline power is, it is obviously irrelevant to combat.

In order to protect two people when the enemy is completely unknown, the difficulty of breaking through is not just doubled.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ian, who was supporting the Wild Hunt Knight, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, "Crack!" The bodies of the two gradually became transparent; in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

Anson did not hesitate, decisively activated the "power", and stuffed the lead bullets with [Gathering Flame] and [Hunting] into the Inquisitor's revolver magazine.

Almost at the same time as the sound of the cannons stopped, there were chaotic footsteps outside the tavern door, and there were sounds of shouts and conversations obviously mixed with panic.

"There are still people outside!"

Karno, who was wielding a spear, stood up, his long blond hair scattered from the brim of his hat: "We are surrounded!"

To be more precise, he was surrounded by a group of heavily armed mercenaries... An Sen secretly said in his heart.

All the pictures around the tavern are reflected in my mind: the mercenaries with long guns and short cannons in their arms have blocked all the exits around the tavern - at least dozens of mercenaries are ambushing in the streets and alleys around the tavern. There were no less than ten people ready to rush in through the gate.

Mobilizing so many people plus a field artillery ambush is really big enough; this is obviously not an assassination, but it is clear that he wants to kill himself.

As for whose arrangement? Well, this one can be guessed without thinking.

But Anson still has some doubts. The entire Beluga Harbor is full of patrols of the Storm Division. How could Harold bring so many loyal mercenaries from various communities in batches without disturbing the garrison? Arrived at the port area, yet to be inspected... Wait!

He suddenly remembered that he had promised Bishop Ripper to leave the security of Beluga Harbor under the jurisdiction of the Faithful Alliance.

In order to express his sincerity—it’s not that he wants to see the other party make a fool of himself, it’s not—Karl Bain has already withdrawn all the patrols to the parliamentary area yesterday afternoon.

So it was my perfect plan that led to the mercenary that Harold bought... successfully ambushed me?

Anson was suddenly in disbelief.

"What are you going to do?"

While speaking, Karno was already standing on the right side of the door opposite Anson with a gun, staring at the door of the pub outside - he seemed to have some kind of long-distance insight, and it was speculated that it was most likely related to the ground: "They're about to rush in!"

"Then let them rush in, preferably all of them." Anson said without hesitation:

"Let's block them in the tavern hall and wait as long as possible for reinforcements!"

In the port area, there was an entire infantry platoon and a cavalry company from the Storm Division. He only needed to hold on for five minutes before reinforcements rushed over and killed the mercenaries.

"boom--!!!!"

Soon, more than a dozen mercenaries with long guns and short cannons rushed into the tavern, followed by a sound of lead bullets, sweeping across the hall and bar like washing the floor, and the splashing bullets hit the tables, chairs, columns, and There was a crisp sound between the bottles.

Ten seconds later, the gunfire stopped.

"It's now!"

An Sen who shouted loudly rushed out of the room, pounced on the bar and frantically pulled the trigger; the lead bullet imprinted with [Gathering Flame] ignited the moment it came out, hitting the stunned mercenaries like a meteor. .

"Boom!"

The flames exploded in the hall of the tavern, the shattered projectiles tore through the flesh and blood in the screams one after another, and the smoke filled with blood plasma filled the entire space.

Almost at the same time as the explosion sounded, Karno, who was wielding a spear, rushed straight into the smoke.

The next second, the sound of blood spurting came from the smoke.

One after another mercenaries rushed towards the figure, but they were blocked by the dancing spears; the pitch-black spear tip seemed to be a living creature, so fast that the mercenaries couldn't even see the incoming The afterimage was pierced through the neck, torso, limbs, head...

The blood-stained spear turned into a paintbrush in Karno's hand, splashing ink in the smoky tavern; even Anson, who had activated his powers, could only judge his approximate location by the long golden hair that was scattered.

But this still couldn't stop the mercenaries from rushing into the tavern continuously. At the same time, no less than twice as many people were surrounding the street, firing continuously into the tavern hall.

They don't seem to care about the life and death of their companions at all, they just want to blow up the tavern to pieces.

………………

"Damn, what happened?!"

Hearing the sound of gunfire coming from the street not far away, Lieutenant Jason Cavalry was completely shocked.

In his impression, Beluga Port is actually a very "quiet" place - a city with ice and snow and an endless wilderness, neither the hustle and bustle of the big city nor the noise of the suburban countryside, it is very peaceful.

Although there are all kinds of problems, such as indigenous and xenophobic local immigrants, and there is almost nothing lacking except seafood... But these "small problems" can't affect his good impression of the place.

So what happened to dozens of people with guns in the tavern? !

And just now, I seem to have heard the movement of the six-pound field gun!

There was no need to give another special order. The cavalry in the port area had already assembled spontaneously, and there was even a line of private soldiers hurried from Weizler's Mansion to listen to the order, and by the way pulled a six-pounder cavalry gun.

"Immediately send someone to report to Major Carl Bain that the gangsters in the fire are very likely to have heavy weapons such as artillery, and ask him to send reinforcements - it is best to put several connected communities under martial law!"

Lieutenant Jason, who got on his horse, shouted at the messenger, his sharp saber raised above his head: "The line soldiers blocked the street, and the rest of the cavalry rushed in with me. No matter who was in the tavern, they were all shot and killed. Don't stay alive!"

This is the "valuable experience" taught by Fabian himself and used to suppress the riots-usually once a riot breaks out on the scene, it is too late to stop it.

In order to minimize casualties and losses, the best way is to block the scene as soon as possible, give three symbolic warnings, and finally shoot all those who are still standing.

"Yes--!!!!"

Amidst the tidy shouts, the messengers galloped away in the direction of the church in the parliamentary district.

Jason was quite excited - this was the second time he had performed a critical emergency mission alone after persuading Duke Emmanuel; if he was lucky, he might really be able to take the opportunity to go further.

Right now, there is only one cavalry company in the Storm Division, but it is now a garrison corps. It will be a matter of time before the expansion of the cavalry; as long as you maintain your good impression in the eyes of the commander, it is not unrealistic to be promoted to a captain and battalion commander or something. thing.

But he didn't get excited for long... Before he could lead the troops to set off, the panting messenger rode back and ran back with a look of panic.

"Why are you coming back?!" Jason scolded angrily:

"Where's the reinforcements?!"

"No reinforcements!" The messenger said out of breath:

"And Major Carl Bain said...and said...said..."

"Say what?!"

"Speaking of Commander Anson Bach, he might be in that tavern too!"

"What?!"

………………

A shot blew the head of the mercenary who rushed up, and his hideous face was planted straight on the bar. The blood spurted from the left eye socket that was drilled by the lead bullet poured into the shattered wine bottle on the opposite side, like red wine. flow.

Everything that was going on in the tavern seemed to have not stopped the mercenaries' impulse at all. More figures were still pouring in, and the continuous gunfire was intertwined on the street.

Karno, who was wielding a spear, was still covering for Anson, creating opportunities for him to fire; the two sides, who originally wanted to kill each other, were now cooperating with each other, and they seemed to have a tacit understanding.

"They haven't given up yet!"

The rusted logging axe slashed head-on, Carno calmly dodged to one side, followed by the tip of the spear pierced into the mercenary's throat, and the tip of the spear protruded from the top of the skull:

"How long will your reinforcements take?!"

"Soon!"

Anson, who was a little depressed, responded loudly, and while speaking, the Inquisitor Revolver in his hand spit out anger again.

The situation like Zai was completely out of Anson's plan - he didn't expect that the other party might ambush again, but there were only a dozen or so. He never expected that the other party could use so many people, and they were all fully armed and armed with long spears. Cannon thugs!

Of course, it was impossible for the other party to use so many people, but he transferred all the community patrols last night, so that these thugs came to the port area smoothly, without being blocked in the slightest.

"Boom!"

The deafening explosion swept through half of the tavern, and the flying sawdust fragments caused screams in the smoke, and many figures were directly blown out.

Karno hid behind the bar for the first time and squatted side by side with Anson, with the spear in his hand piercing the bar from behind: "What is that?!"

"I don't know, but most likely it's a dirt grenade or a dirt bomb!" Anson replied subconsciously.

Karno was stunned for a second, then turned his head to look at Anson: "What's the difference between the two?!"

"The difference? The difference is..."

Before he could finish speaking, several smoking afterimages were thrown into the tavern hall from the windows and broken walls.

"Boom!!!!"

The roar of the explosion resounded throughout the street, and the dilapidated Redbeard tavern crumbled again; countless fragments swept in all directions, instantly tearing the bar where the two were hiding into pieces.

The long spear that pierced the ground raised a metal casting curtain wall from directly below, blocking all the fragments for the two of them; the sparks of the impact made a crisp sound, like the sound of the eaves of the summer rainy night.

Anson: "...This is definitely a dirt grenade!"

The voice fell, and it was quiet outside.

"What do we do next?" Karno looked back at Anson:

"They're going to rush in again~www.novelmt.com~ Simple."

Under the nervous gaze of the other party, An Sen took the Inquisitor's revolver into his arms leisurely, and leisurely took out the mist pipe and lit it with [Gathering Flame].

"We're just sitting here, keeping calm and finding a safe place just in case."

"and then?"

"Then... wait."

huh—

He exhaled a long puff of smoke, and suddenly An Sen, who seemed to remember something, took out a cigarette case from his arms, popped one out and handed it to the opposite side:

"Would you like one, please."

Carnot: "..."

Before he could say anything, there was a sudden sound of iron hoofs on the street outside the tavern—nearly a hundred hussars walked along the street, killing the mercenaries surrounding the tavern from both sides at the same time!

The hussars riding on war horses directly blocked all the entrances and exits around the street. Under the horrified gaze of the mercenaries, they pulled out the carbine on their saddles in unison, and aimed at them in unison.

"All of them - line up!"

With his saber held high, Jason walked to the front surrounded by soldiers, and waved forward extremely arrogantly:

"Prepare... open fire!"

The voice fell, and the cavalry who blocked the street spread out to both sides neatly, revealing the cavalry artillery that they hid behind.

"Boom!!!!"