I will be crowned king

"Get down!"

The familiar voice made Anson tremble, and he shouted loudly to the other three people, and immediately fell back.

Ian and Carno did not hesitate and lay down on the ground decisively; only Derek was stunned for a moment, with an extremely shocked expression - the Wild Hunt Knight's excellent senses allowed him to know what was happening on the other side of the wall better than the other two, and the result was immediate Frightened.

The dark solid bullets rushed out of the gun barrel and roared towards Derek, who was blocking the broken round table. The power contained in his blood made the Wild Hunt Knight wake up instantly. The body that had just been frozen in place acted almost instinctively, using his body to protect him. Ian fell down and raised the knife in his right hand to point in the direction of the cannonball.

"boom--!!!!"

The deafening roar made the entire tavern tremble, and the walls instantly disintegrated and exploded into countless dust and rubbles that filled the air.

The moment the explosion sounded, Anson in the corner could clearly see a flash of fire blooming in the smoke - Derek used a long knife to deflect the direction of the shell attack, and it was supposed to crush the afterimage of him and Ian. Passed through the wall on the other side and rushed to the street outside the tavern.

Click——

Almost at the same time, the Wild Hunt Knight's right arm holding the knife made a heart-breaking sound of bone cracking. The entire forearm flipped outwards, and the long knife was also thrown out.

Come straight to yourself!

Anson's eyes widened, and he stuck out the tip of his bayonet from the cuff of his left hand, shooting the [Sharp Wind] imprinted on it towards the oncoming tip of the knife.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of metal collision resounded in the smoke, and the long knife that was deflected spun in the air and fell towards the position where Carno fell.

The expressionless Karno clutched the gun body nailed to the ground. The tip of the spear suddenly pierced out from the opposite wall, perfectly hitting the weighted ball at the end of the handle. The long knife pulled out a bright afterimage in the air. , tearing through the smoke and heading towards the direction of the cannon flame.

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

"Plop!"

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

Ian on the side immediately rushed forward to support him, turned around and shouted behind him: "Run quickly, leave us alone!"

For the Wild Hunt Knight who is good at close combat, losing his dominant arm will reduce his combat power by half instantly; and no matter what Ian's blood power is, it obviously has nothing to do with fighting.

You have to protect two people when the enemy is completely unknown. The difficulty of breaking out 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 with a "pop!", and their bodies gradually began to become transparent; in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

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

Almost at the same time that the gunfire stopped, there were chaotic footsteps outside the tavern door, as well as the sound of shouts and conversations obviously mixed with a hint of panic.

"There are people outside!"

Carno stood up, wielding a spear, and his long blond hair spread behind him from the brim of his hat: "We are surrounded!"

To be more precise, they were surrounded by a group of heavily armed mercenaries... Ansen thought secretly in his heart.

All the scenes around the tavern were reflected in his mind: mercenaries holding long guns and short cannons in their arms had blocked all the exits around the tavern - at least dozens of mercenaries were ambushing in the streets and alleys around the tavern. There were no fewer than ten people ready to rush in through the gate.

Mobilizing so many men and setting up an ambush with a field artillery was really generous; this was obviously not an assassination, but a clear intention to kill himself.

As for whose arrangement it was? Well, you can guess this without even thinking.

But Anson still had some questions. The entire White Whale Port was full of Stormtrooper patrols. How could Harold bring so many mercenaries loyal to him in batches from various communities without alerting the garrison? When we arrived at the port area, we haven't noticed yet...wait a minute!

He suddenly remembered that he had promised Bishop Ripper to hand over the security of Beluga Port to the Promise Keepers Alliance.

In order to show sincerity - not because he wanted to see the other party make a fool of himself, no - Carl Bain had withdrawn all patrols to the parliament area yesterday afternoon.

So it was my perfect plan that led to the mercenaries bribed by Harold... to successfully ambush myself?

Anson was suddenly in disbelief.

"What are you going to do?"

While speaking, Carno was already standing on the right side of the door opposite Anson with a gun, his eyes fixed on the door of the tavern 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 stop them in the tavern lobby and wait for reinforcements as long as possible!"

There was an entire infantry platoon and a cavalry company of the Storm Division in the port area. He only had to hold on for five minutes before reinforcements would arrive and kill all the mercenaries.

"boom--!!!!"

Soon, a dozen mercenaries armed with long guns and short cannons rushed into the tavern, followed immediately by the sound of lead bullets, sweeping across the hall and bar like a floor-scrubber, and the bullets splashed on the tables, chairs, pillars and There was a crisp sound among the wine bottles.

Ten seconds later, the gunfire stopped.

"It's now!"

Anson, who shouted loudly, rushed out of the room, rushed to the bar and pulled the trigger frantically; the lead bullet imprinted with [Condensed Flame] ignited the moment it came out of the chamber, and struck the stunned mercenaries like a meteor. .

"boom--!"

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

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

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

One after another, the mercenaries rushed towards the figure, but were immediately blocked by the dancing spears; the dark spear tips seemed to be given life, and the mercenaries were so fast that they could not even see the incoming attack. The afterimage was penetrated through the neck, torso, limbs, head...

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

But this still couldn't stop the mercenaries from rushing into the tavern. At the same time, no less than twice the number of people were surrounding the street, firing into the tavern hall, and the piercing gunshots were fired one after another.

They didn't seem to care about the life or death of their companions, they just wanted to blow the tavern to pieces.

………………

"Damn, what happened?!"

Hearing the gunshots coming from the street not far away, Cavalry Lieutenant Jason was shocked.

In his impression, Beluga Harbor is actually a quite "quiet" place - a city covered in ice and snow and vast wilderness as far as the eye can see. There is neither the hustle and bustle of big cities nor the noise of suburban villages. It is very peaceful.

Although there are various problems, such as indigenous and xenophobic local immigrants, and there is almost no shortage of everything except seafood...but these "minor problems" cannot affect his good impression of this place.

So what's going on with dozens of people holding guns in a pub? !

And just now I seemed to have heard the sound of a six-pound field gun!

There was no need to give any special orders. The cavalry in the port area had already spontaneously assembled. There was even a group of line soldiers who rushed from Wetzler's residence to obey the order and pulled a six-pound cavalry cannon by the way.

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

Lieutenant Jason, who got on his horse, shouted at the messenger, raising his sharp saber high above his head: "Private line soldiers blocked the street. The rest of the cavalry rushed in with me. No matter who was in the tavern, they were all shot to death." Don’t leave anyone alive!”

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

In order to minimize casualties and losses, the best way is to seal off the scene as soon as possible, give three symbolic warnings, and finally shoot everyone who is still standing.

"yes--!!!!"

Amid uniform shouts, the messengers galloped away on horseback toward the church in the parliament area.

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

At the moment, the Storm Division only has one cavalry company, but it is already a garrison. It is only a matter of time before the cavalry is expanded. As long as you maintain a good impression in the eyes of the commander, it is not unrealistic to be promoted and paid to become a captain or battalion commander. things.

But his excitement didn't last long... Before he could lead the troops to set off, the panting messenger ran back on horseback with a look of panic on his face.

"Why are you back again?!" Jason yelled angrily:

"Where are the reinforcements?!"

"There are no reinforcements!" the ordering soldier said out of breath:

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

"say what?!"

"Commander Anson Bach may be in that tavern too!"

"What?!"

……………………

He shot the head of the mercenary who rushed forward with one shot, and his ferocious face fell straight on the bar. The plasma spurted from the left eye socket drilled by the lead bullet poured into the broken wine bottle opposite, as wantonly as red wine. flow.

What was happening in the tavern didn't seem to curb the mercenaries' impulse at all. More figures were still pouring in, and the constant gunshots mingled on the street.

Carno, 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 seemed to have a tacit understanding.

"They haven't given up yet!"

The rusty logging ax struck him head-on. Carno dodged to one side calmly, and the tip of the spear that followed pierced the mercenary's throat, and the tip of the spear protruded from the top of his skull:

"How long will your reinforcements take?!"

"Soon!"

A somewhat depressed Anson responded loudly, while speaking, the Inquisitor revolver in his hand once again spewed out anger.

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

Of course, it would have been impossible for the other party to use so many people, but he had mobilized patrol teams from all communities last night, allowing these thugs to arrive at the port area smoothly without any obstruction on the way.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion swept through half of the tavern. The flying wood fragments caused screams to be heard in the smoke and dust, and many figures were directly blown out.

Carno immediately hid behind the bar and squatted side by side with Anson. The spear in his hand stabbed into the bar from behind: "What is that?!"

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

Carno was stunned for a second, and then turned back to look at Anson: "What's the difference between the two?!"

"The difference? The difference is..."

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

"boom--!!!!"

The roar of the explosion resounded throughout the street, and the dilapidated Red Beard Tavern began to collapse again; countless fragments swept in all directions, instantly tearing the bar where the two were hiding into pieces.

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

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

After the words fell, the outside became quiet.

"What should we do next?" Carno looked back at Anson:

"They're going to rush in again."

"Simple."

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

"Let's just sit here, stay calm and find a safe spot just in case."

"Then what?"

"Then...wait."

call--

After exhaling a long puff of smoke, Anson suddenly seemed to remember something and took out the cigarette box from his arms, popped one out and handed it to the other side:

"Would you like one? I'll take it."

Carno: "..."

Before he could say anything, there was suddenly a rush of iron hoofbeats on the street outside the tavern - nearly a hundred hussars were walking along the street, attacking from both sides at the same time towards the mercenaries surrounding the tavern!

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

"Everyone has it—line up!"

Jason, holding his saber high, walked forward surrounded by soldiers and waved forward with great arrogance:

"Ready...fire!"

After the words fell, the cavalry blocking the street spread out neatly to both sides, revealing the cavalry cannons they had hidden behind them.

"boom--!!!!"