The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"His Royal Highness Ahmed has begun to attack the stronghold of the Brotherhood." Tariq stood behind Suleiman, and he looked at the young prince in front of him with a complicated expression. He was very young. He had taken the Governor of Crimea before he was twenty and completed his pilgrimage. When his father met with the old sultan, he was still working hard to stabilize the country. Although he made a mistake, he doubted his motives. But it is difficult for him to hate Suleiman, on the contrary, he is very happy that the empire can have such a prince.

"When my father and grandfather disagreed so much that they were irreconcilable, they chose to fight dozens of miles outside the city. No matter who can win, this jewel of the Ottoman Empire will not be dimmed by their dispute. But I My uncle introduced the war to the city? Into our capital." Sulaiman muttered to himself, looking at the thick smoke floating in the distance with some wonder. "The Templars, these people, they claim to bring order. This is the so-called order? His Royal Highness Ahmed said that he will bring regulations to this country. What are regulations? Tariq?" Tariq did not Answer because he knows that this is not really asking him.

"He is the law? What those Byzantines do is the law? Why are the guards helpless against these traitors who are trying to subvert our country when the Byzantines are doing things in the city? Where are our laws and regulations?"

A flock of migratory birds flew across the sky in human form, and the calls of frogs in the pond at dusk looked very ethereal.

"Your Highness?" Tariq reminded.

"I understand, Tariq. We can start." Suleiman nodded. "Our laws need to be revised, but that's something for the future. Now, let these traitors be punished."

The first thousand two hundred and ninety-eight chapters of strategic transfer

"You **** Byzantines, look here, look here!"

On the street, the Templar who had just captured an assassin's stronghold suddenly heard a yelling from the other end of the street. He turned his head and saw an assassin standing about 15 meters away from him, holding a crossbow.

This is also the last scene he saw in his life.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, the crossbow arrow was firmly inserted into the Byzantine's forehead, and the impact force took the corpse back and flew out, fell to the ground and rolled out two or three meters before stopping. This became the first person killed by the Byzantines in the battle against the assassins when they attacked the stronghold, because there were no assassins in this small stronghold. All previous losses came from the traps on the road and in the stronghold.

"Hell is where you should be!" The assassin sipped to the ground, and the two Templars immediately raised their muskets, but then they lost their target. Suddenly a bomb was thrown on the roof of a nearby house. The bomb struck an arc, bounced twice on the ground and fell into the Byzantine world. The bomb exploded, and the burst of smoke instantly enveloped them all. The assassins ambushing on both sides jumped down together, ejected the Hidden Blade with the crossbowman, and rushed into the smoke. The enemy's cough was instantly replaced by a scream.

Constantinople doesn't know how many places are caught in such battles. The Templars are taking the assassin's stronghold one after another. They have suffered heavy losses, but they seem to be unstoppable. Strongholds and urban areas are gradually falling into their hands. The Byzantines can indeed begin to celebrate their victory. As they expected, the Assassin Brotherhood is constantly defeating under their sudden attacks. It seems that if you work harder, they can Drive the Brotherhood out of the city, take complete control of Constantinople, and then control the country.

But the Brotherhood also had reason to celebrate victory, because they were almost unscathed in this pre-prepared battle.

Leaning on the ferry of the Golden Horn, Zelin squatted halfway behind the bunker surrounded by hardwood and slate fences, adding bullets to the pistol, while watching whether there were other Byzantines nearby who wanted to attack from the side. Several corpses had fallen at his feet, and more than a dozen assassin musketeers were standing behind the bunker, shooting at the Byzantines who were approaching.

"Master, all the strongholds of the Marchian Monument have retreated."

Qasim, Yusuf's other assistant reports to Zelin.

Zelin raised his head, and the seven assassins were retreating to the dock under the cover of their companions. "Is anyone hurt?"

"Three people, they were chopped by the Templars in the battle."

"They did a good job, put them on a safe trestle as soon as possible, bandage them first, and let them stay at the back with peace of mind. There is no need for the wounded to come up here." Zelin loaded the pistol with bullets and stood. He got up and fired a shot at several Byzantines who were charging outside. The smell of gunpowder made him cough heavily, but none of the Byzantines fell down. Instead, the flower pots on the windowsill of the house next to them exploded.

Zelin shook his head and threw the pistol into the bunker. Several assassin gunmen suddenly stood up from behind the bunker and shot at the Byzantines less than 20 meters away. There was a loud and rapid gunshot, and the four enemies in the front fell down like road signs hit by a heavy hammer.

The demon hunter held the bunker with one hand and turned over. The Byzantine mercenaries yelled. They saw that Zelin was not holding a weapon, and he was still rushing out of the position of the assassins. This was obviously their enemy, or a rookie who looked good to deal with---who would Haven't taken out a weapon less than a few meters from the enemy?

The mercenary with pustules on his nose waved the machete in his hand, half of the gold necklace snatched from his waist was drooping outside, shaking continuously. Zelin turned around, and the long sword he did not know when he drew out made a sharp neigh in mid-air. The ugly face with disgusting greed flew into the air, rolled twice and fell into the broken flower pot. His body shook twice, then Zelin caught and threw the enemy behind. They knocked over together, and then Zelin broke into between them. Within two seconds, the remaining three mercenaries followed in the footsteps of their colleagues. The gold coins were smashed from the pockets of the fallen corpse on the ground. Get out, sprinkle in a pool of blood.

Zelin shook the blade, jumped two steps back and quickly returned to the back of the bunker. A burst of intensive gunfire covered the place where he was standing before, and the bullet hit the slab of the bunker, leaving potholes.

The crossbow and musket fired towards the assassin's defense line, and stopped after about ten seconds. Zelin knew that this was a sign of a new attack by the Templars.

The assassins stood up one after another and fought back with muskets and crossbows. The number of Byzantines' muskets far exceeded Zelin's expectations. Perhaps Ahmed had obtained a number of weapons through other means, but he believed that the Brotherhood's weapons and bombs would surely catch the Byzantines by surprise. Listening to the gunshots outside, Zelin smiled bitterly. When faced with dozens or even thousands of muskets, the demon hunter couldn't help but seem a little weak.

"How many of us have retreated, Yusuf?"

"Eight strongholds, this group of **** is simply a group of crazy wild horses. Only the stronghold of the Grand Bazaar is left, and Master Ezio is in charge over there." Yousef coughed twice, and he said gloomily. "They must have started planning this before. Fuck him! I bet they sent all the mercenaries that can be mobilized in the provinces near Constantinople. This storm makes these The bugs hiding in the ground crawled out."

"Then it depends on how much their leader is willing to pay for this operation. I guess if this operation fails, he will be bankrupt."

"I hope all the Templars are bankrupt. How many people have you withdrawn from here?"

"Fifty-seven people." The ferry is very long, and he and Yousef are in charge of two separate sections to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

The assassins’ shooting stopped. They squatted behind the bunker to load bullets and crossbow arrows. The Byzantines fumbled towards the line of defense. Zelin stood up and took a pistol and fired a shot. He only heard a sharp scream from a Byzantine soldier. Throwing away their weapons, clutching their thighs and rolling on the ground, other soldiers fled back one after another.

They have a great advantage, the assassin is determined to lose, and as long as they can survive, they can get a handsome reward. At this time, the primary purpose of the Byzantines seemed to change from attacking to defending themselves while their colleagues attacked. After the fall of other strongholds, more and more enemies were chasing over, but the defensive pressure that the assassins had to face was much less.

The river of the Golden Horn kept the Assassin’s headquarters from the attacking range of the Templars. The Ottoman guards blocked the ferry, while the assassins occupied it to ensure that their backs would not be attacked. The mercenaries who originally planned to attack the Assassin's headquarters from the north have been wiped out in the village outside the city. Although the Templars' plan encountered setbacks at the beginning, they didn't seem to think they were in trouble.

"We have captured the Nancheng District. The assassins were beaten on the ferry by us. They must have wanted to escape across the river. The guards have already detained the ship without the transition. They can't escape."

Ahmed seldom heard good news among the many missed attacks. His plan should have been to attack all the assassins' strongholds at the same time while the Brotherhood was unprepared, destroying the entire Constantinople Brotherhood in one fell swoop. Although the process was not as smooth as he thought, the result did not seem to be much different. The Brotherhood almost lost all its strongholds except for the Galatians. The Assassins fled, but they were also blocked by the ferry at the Golden Horn.

"We have lost a third of our soldiers, Your Highness. We need to rest."

"No, I can't rest, this is our best chance to eliminate the Brotherhood in one fell swoop." Ahmed waved his hand vigorously. "Keep on attacking, not let any assassins escape, order everyone to attack the ferry immediately, and let the guards help and tell them that the people on these ferry are the traitors of Sakuru who sneaked into the city." The crown prince meditated. Then, asked the Templar who had come to report. "The Sudanese army, what are they doing?"

"Before sunset, our people at the south gate saw Tariq and a few guards leaving the city."

"Then don't worry about them." Ahmed waved his hand and motioned to the messenger to pass on his order. Then he called on the other soldiers nearby. "Come with me, I'm going to the pier. Send someone to the Galatians. You must not let the Assassins transfer the keys to the Masyaf library!" Ahmed tidied his crown and collar vigorously. , Like a winning cockfight.

There are more and more Templars outside the dock, and the number of assassins is also starting to increase. Several assassins with wounds ran out from the corner of the street, chasing more than a dozen Byzantine soldiers behind. But these soldiers were dispersed by a gray figure, Ezio rushed into the Templar team, the Hidden Blade pierced the chest of the first soldier, avoided the sword that slashed to the back, and stabbed with his backhand. Through the throat of the second soldier. A soldier jumped up and swung his sword, but then his arm was chopped off by a scimitar. Seeing that Ezio killed three people in an instant, the other Byzantines fled immediately.

"Ezio! Here!"

Zelin waved his hand to the assassin instructor, Ezio put away the scimitar around his waist, and while the Templars returned to regroup, stepped over the fallen corpse on the street and walked towards the line of defense.

This means that the last stronghold of the Brotherhood of the Great Bazaar has also been given to the Templars. The Templars have already occupied the entire Nancheng District, and all the assassins in the city have gathered on the side of this long slender pier.

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"Thank you, Ezio."

Ezio waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing. "The number of Templars has doubled than we expected. I guess they might have ordered these mercenaries to enter the city as ordinary people half a month ago. Is it still possible to hold this place?"

"It should be no problem. A lot of bomb traps have been made. Ha, Ezio, you must pass this trap technique to other Brotherhood branches. This is more effective and deterrent than throwing bombs directly into the enemy group. Stronger." Yousef said optimistically. The Templars retreated, but this is not a retreat, but a regrouping. Everyone understands this. The assassins are busy setting up more traps on the side of the street. This is the most basic fire trap, often used to deal with large fire-fearing prey such as Queen Anglade. With only a slight improvement, a powerful bomb trap can be made, plus all kinds of bomb technologies mastered by the Constantinople Brotherhood. Sometimes the explosion is not the flame, but the smell and blood mist, and sometimes the riots caused will cause more trouble to the Byzantine mercenaries.

"If we had such a bomb trap when we were fighting against the Pokia family, we would have been much easier."

"Is there many Byzantines in the army of the Pokya family?"

Ezio thought for a while and shook his head. "Caesar has lost power in the end. He can't gather many allies and mercenaries."

Zelin was sitting on the wooden box on the side. He saw Ezio and Yousef coming over and threw down the long sword in his hand. "Ezio, have you found the last key disc?"

"I found it, in an underground drain." Ezio nodded. "Only the key in the hands of the Templars, hidden in Topkapi Palace. If I can come here soon, maybe the Templars will not find a key, we are a step late. "

"But they didn't grasp their pitiful advantage." Zelin hung a pistol on the belt around his waist. This weapon was similar to a crossbow. It was hung around his waist and could be shot quickly between battles. Maybe he should face up to the power of this weapon. Although there are still shortcomings in other aspects, Yanan's large-caliber pistol is a good remedy in terms of power. Perhaps in the future, he could consider adding one more item to the weapons and equipment of the Demon Hunter. But now, Zelin turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. He heard the dense footsteps. The other assassins hadn't noticed yet, but judging by the sound of the footsteps, the group of people were not far away.

"They are here."

"The Templars?"

Zelin didn't need to answer, the other end of the wharf road had already told everyone the answer, and the reorganized Templar knights came out in groups. The assassins returned to their combat positions one after another, preparing for a new round of the enemy's offensive. However, the Templars did not attack at the first time. Instead, they stopped at a distance of fifty meters from them and stood in a row of human walls. Then, the human walls dispersed, and Ahmed walked under the protection of two guards holding shields. Come out.

"Ah, my dear friends, this is really a heartbreaking accident. Things have turned into this way. People who should have been friends are killing each other here. Why is this, Ezio?" Ai Hamed flicked a well-maintained finger, and there was a delicate diamond ring on it. "In order to be able to open the key to an ancient storage room? We are all looking for the same thing, Lord Ezio, we just have different methods."

Zelin checked the distance between them visually. The pistol's shooting speed is very fast, but at 50 meters, the bullet has not known where it flew.