Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 238
The cat assassin bowed his head, his long linen sleeves covering his arms and concealing his short-barreled flintlock.

The ammunition in the flintlock gun has been stabbed by him with a cleaning rod to ensure the tightness, and the bullet will not easily roll off, so he is not worried about the bullet slipping out suddenly.

He was careful, controlling his facial expressions, making himself look innocent and only curious.

The orcs around looked wildly at the main avenue, unaware that the gun-wielding assassins had sneaked in.

One step, two steps, and dozens of steps later, he squeezed to the front line, which was the human wall line tightly blocked by a group of lion soldiers.

The high priest was very careful, the two rows of soldiers blocked the people, and there was an extra seven or eight meters of space in the center, which could accommodate a large number of vehicles and horses.

"The isolation is so far away to prevent the cat clan from piercing the flash, but you didn't expect that I have a short-barreled flintlock."

The young man with the gun murmured in his heart, suddenly clenched the gun body, raised his right arm, pretending to be a rocker to cheer.

The lion soldiers looked at the enthusiastic orc with vigilant eyes, preventing the assassin from suddenly breaking through the blockade with a flash and assassinating the high priest.

You must know that the most powerful talent of the cat tribe is the instant black shadow sprint, and the lion soldiers have to guard against it.

So they didn't pay attention to some fanatics. When the assassin swung his arm, when the high priest passed by on horseback, he suddenly stopped swinging his arm, revealing the dark steel muzzle of his sleeve.

"There are assassins!"

Seeing the strange muzzle of the gun, the lion soldiers were shocked and wanted to sprint to kill.

boom!
The gunpowder burned, and the bullet was pushed out of the chamber by a huge force, hitting the bearded man's head at a very high speed.

The bearded man didn't react at all, he was still indulging in the cheers of the crowd, waving to everyone, but unexpectedly an orc fired a shot in the crowd.

The bullets tore through the scalp, tore the flesh, shattered the skull, and finally pierced the brain.

The whole person was so dead that he couldn't die any more. The priest's body was hit by a huge force, like a kite with a broken string, he fell backwards, blood splashed on the golden lion's white robe.

"Master Priest!"

"Kill, kill the assassin!"

"Revenge for the priest!"

Some orcs were stunned by the tough operation of a flintlock shot to the head, but most of the lion soldiers were enthusiastic, drew their long swords and went straight to the assassin's location.

From the moment the assassin pressed the trigger, he withdrew and retreated. He hurriedly turned his head on the way to escape, saw the priest's headshot, and knew that the mission was completed, and the next step was the road to escape.

The lion soldiers were very angry, and the agile Templars took the lead.

But there are too many fanatics, no matter how good their skills are, they have to be dragged down and unable to exert their full strength.

During this period, the cat clansmen rushed to a dark alley, turned around and rushed into a small building.

The paladin followed closely behind and violently opened the door, but saw that there was no one in the room, and only heard the sound of hurried running from under his feet, running farther and farther.

"Damn it, the cat people built a secret passage!"

The paladin went around the house and found a small secret passage, but the entrance of the secret passage was only ten centimeters high and ten centimeters long.

The entrance is very narrow, but inside it is a hole-shaped passage dug through, about one meter high, enough for a small assassin to pass through the gap and enter the secret passage.

The Lion Soldiers did not have the talent for flashing black shadows, so they could only roar loudly to vent their resentment.

"Captain, what should we do if our chief high priest is dead?" After the subordinate vented, he showed a panicked expression, very disturbed, and the lion's tail behind him shook from side to side.

The captain shook his head, slashed the wooden table with his sword, and said angrily, "Master Priest never shows off in the market, and the one who died just now was his substitute."

Hearing this answer, the subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay.

The deceased was actually a substitute for the priest!
Since the high priest is not dead, they don't have to be punished... The expressions of the lion soldiers turned from cloudy to sunny, and suddenly they felt that the air was much fresher.

"Don't be too happy. We didn't find the assassin in advance. Everyone has been negligent." The captain angrily led the people out, planning to find a homeless person as a gun, launch him and kill him, announcing to the public that the assassin had been found.

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In a gloomy stone room, table candles burn, illuminating the dark faces in front of the table.

He has a thick beard, a huge figure, an old face, and a pair of vicissitudes of eyes staring at the scroll on the table, which is a research on Tomorrow City.

It's a pity that there are too few investigation materials. He doesn't know enough about Tomorrow City, and only the verbal descriptions of the businessmen are very untrue.

His beard was golden yellow, and he had dyed his beard before, and the color was much brighter than that "priest" whose head exploded.

Bang bang bang.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the secret room door.

"Come in."

Squeaking, the Templar opened the door and entered, lowering his head and reporting: "My lord priest, your No. [-] substitute was killed on the way to the expedition, and the person who shot it was a member of the cat clan."

"What's going on, are there many assassins on the other side, breaking through your blockade?"

The high priest sitting at the table frowned, and his dull voice was filled with anger.

The paladin who bowed his head wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, "No, there is only one person on the other side, and he is using a musket."

"Musket? The barrel of the musket is so long, are you blind?" The high priest closed the scroll on the table, his chest full of anger.

If the other party cannot give a reasonable explanation, he will kill him in a fit of rage.

"My lord priest, the other party is using a very short musket, which seems to be the size of two palms. The enemy is hidden in the sleeve in advance. We did not expect it at all. It is the fault of my humble position. Please punish me, my lord priest!"

The high-ranking member of the temple, who had been a soldier all his life, knelt down on his knees and kowtowed fiercely.

"Short-barreled musket? Impossible...there is such a gun!"

The current high priest of the temple was in shock, his expression changed again and again, he stood up abruptly, his loose robe rustling.

"Call the blacksmith who maintains cannons and matchlock guns, and ask if there is a possibility of making short-barreled guns." The high priest was sullen, and the lower-level lion immediately rolled out to call for someone.

The high priest was pacing in circles in the room, he wanted to go out, but just in case, he didn't go out.

Today, the substitute number two was sent out, the purpose was to prevent the first-hand orc from being assassinated. Unexpectedly, the substitute was killed, and he was shot.

The barrel of the musket is very long. He thought about preventing assassination with the musket, but he did not expect that Tomorrow City developed a short-barreled musket.

The difference in length between the short tube and the long tube greatly reduces the difficulty of assassination.

As long as you have clothes, you can pull out a musket to assassinate the enemy from a long distance anytime, anywhere.

After a while, the blacksmiths who went out with the army were escorted in by the lion soldiers.

The blacksmith looked nervous. He was told about the short musket on the way in, and he had already figured out the words in his mind.

"My lord priest, it's not impossible to make a short-barreled firepipe. It's just that the portability of the short-barreled musket is very poor because of the matchlock ignition structure. You need to ignite the matchlock before shooting. There is no concealment at all. It's not that we don't want to do it. Please sir. Forgive me!"

"Then why don't you use the musket structure of Tomorrow City?" The high priest looked at his subordinates with bulging veins on his forehead.

The subordinate understood and slapped a blacksmith, swollen the face of a blacksmith.

The No. [-] blacksmith was slapped in the face, and the No. [-] blacksmith trembled, "My lord, our Royal Blacksmith is developing a small elastic steel ring. The flintlock will be born in about a month or two, and the problem of the short musket will be solved by then." solve."

The High Priest was a little less angry when he heard that the Royal Blacksmith was developing a flintlock gun, but Lionheart's firearms production technology was indeed far behind Tomorrow City, and he had to admit that Tomorrow City was very strong.

The death of the second substitute sounded the alarm for him, and he decided not to show his face in public in this war.

After the blacksmith went down, the priest waved his hand and said, "Order to go down and let the substitute No. [-] take over the work of No. [-]."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)