MTL - Iron Powder and Spellcasters-Chapter 391 storm (four)

   Chapter 391 Storm (4)

  The secret room is less than a foot wide, and the stone wall is as cold as ice.

  A trembling gasp, a heart that contracted violently, a hot and humid breath that bounced back from the stone wall, endless darkness.

   Roaring, roaring, the sound of metal and iron intersecting with weapons, the sharp blade cutting through the iron armor is more piercing than the banshee's wailing.

   groaning, screaming, the flesh and blood flung onto the camel-velvet tapestry, the brittle sound of breaking human bones.

  Innumerable life-threatening melodies intertwined, like invisible reptiles, gushing out from the cracks and pipes, burrowing into Bolso da Este's ears, almost driving him crazy.

  Suddenly, all sounds disappeared, the world became quiet, only darkness remained.

   A series of hurried footsteps.

   A few barks.

   Then a few taps.

   "Here!" someone shouted.

   "Can't get in!"

   "Bring the gunpowder and blow it up!"

  Borso's whole body's blood rushed to the top of his head, and he shouted frantically: "Don't use dynamite! I'm going out!" However, his vocal cords were as stiff as a rusted iron door shaft, and even the shouting was frozen in his chest.

   "No." A magnetic male voice sounded: "I found it."

  The tenon was reset, and the secret door was slammed open. The cold fresh air blew into the secret room, but Bolso was dragged out.

  The firelight from the window shone into the bedroom, and the helmet and machete reflected the cold light.

   A corpse fell by the door in a horrific state of death. Two ferocious giant wolves squatted in front of Bolso, staring straight at him.

  Borso was stunned, slumped on the ground like mud, and looked around the familiar and unfamiliar bedroom in horror.

   Then he slapped twice.

   "Hey, wake up!" The man who slapped his hands was heavy and fast, but he spoke in the voice of an underage drake: "Stupid?"

   Seeing that Bolso was still in shock, the drake raised his hand impatiently, posing for another fight.

  Borso subconsciously raised his hand to cover his head.

   "You still know how to block? Then don't play stupid. I have something to ask you."

  Borso raised his head in a daze, and finally saw the face of the comer - three strange knights wrapped in iron armor, there was no coat of arms on the burqa, only dark red blood.

   Heavy footsteps sounded, and another knight walked into the bedroom.

  Borso had no time to look at the fourth knight when his jaw was clamped abruptly by a hand.

   The hand moved Bolso's head left and right, and after a while, the hand was released like iron clamps, and a low voice sounded: "He's fine."

   Then, Bolso put another hand on his shoulder. For some reason, after being supported on his shoulders, Bolso's heart stopped beating and his mind became much clearer.

   "I'm still alive, I'm still useful to them," thought Bolso. He leaned against the wall, straightened his back, and tried to regain a trace of dignity: "I am..."

   "You are Bolso da Este." It was the same magnetic male voice: "Flora's White Eagle."

The fragment in Bolso's memory was evoked by the male voice. As the other party took off his helmet, Bolso's expression twisted from astonishment to anger. He trembled and pointed to the corpse lying at the door: "It's you, you! Why are you? People who are going to kill me!"

"Don't jump to conclusions yet, Your Excellency Esther. If I were you, I would see clearly before I speak. So, I don't know whether to laugh at you or pity you." Winters raised his head towards the corpse at the door Ang chin: "Drag over and let him see clearly."

The corpse at the door was dragged by Ciel and another guard to Bolso.

   Even in dim light, it was difficult to confuse the soft fabric armor and pure black cloak on the corpse with the sky blue burqa embroidered with white eagles of the Esther family.

  Borso crawled to the corpse several times, and roughly pulled off the hood of the corpse, revealing an unfamiliar face. He looked up at Winters in astonishment.

   "Don't get me wrong, I did come to kill you." Winters put down his helmet and saber, walked straight to the lampstand, and said to himself, "But it seems... it seems that someone is more anxious than me."

   After recognizing that the strange knight was Winters, Bolso's courage increased by three points. He stood up against the wall, raised his head and looked up: "Since you are here to kill me, what are you waiting for?"

  Winters took off the lampshade, pulled out the candle, snapped his fingers lightly, and the wick ignited a flame out of thin air: "Wait for you to help me meet someone."

   "Who?" Bolso tried his best to maintain his composure.

   Winters nodded slightly.

  Ciel understood, turned around and undid a pocket from the belt loop, took something from the pocket, raised his hand and threw it to Bolso.

  Borso caught it subconsciously, the thing was cold, and it seemed to be wrapped in a mess. He lowered his head to recognize carefully, and by the dim candlelight, he saw eyes, nose and blond hair...

Bolso was so frightened that he fell to the ground, as if he had touched a red-hot branding iron, and he threw away something in his hand—what the drake-throated armored soldier threw to him was clearly a head, a knife and axe at the slit of his neck. The traces of slashing are still clearly visible.

   Winters put the candlestick next to Bolso, then walked to the corner of the room and retrieved the head.

   "I don't seem to be able to see the pupil color now." Winters pressed his head into Bolso's hands, made the two look at each other, and said seriously: "But I can tell you that he has a pair of green eyes."

Winters took a few steps back, sat on the four-poster bed, put his saber on his knees, and said in a cold voice: "Come on, tell me, who is he? Don't lie, there are people here who can tell the truth from what you say. "

  …

When    Old Schmid and the North City Sheriff arrived at Esther Manor with all the helpers they could find, Winters was coming out of the gate.

  The proud garden of the Esther family has become a sea of ​​fire, and you can feel the scorching heat wave from outside the fence. The main building was not on fire for the time being, but whether it survived the disaster depends on the wind direction in the second half of the night.

   Winters clamped the sword with his elbow, and with a gentle tug, the blood on the blade was wiped clean by the burqa.

   He sheathed his sword, and found that the burqa was stained with blood, so he simply took off the burqa and threw it into the fire, revealing the bright white armor.

   In the eyes of the residents of Beicheng who came, Winters seemed to be walking out of the raging fire, wiping the blood sword like no one else.

   Everyone was stunned for a while, and no one dared to come forward to ask questions.

   Winters also noticed the residents of the North District surrounding the manor. He was wearing a face-covered helmet and only had one pair of eyes outside, but he was not afraid of being recognized for the time being.

  The battle is long over.

The assassins who raided Esther Manor were the same as the swordsmen who ambushed Winters. In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, they all wore soft armor sewn from linen and cotton, and they also used swords and short guns. A weapon hidden in a cloak.

   In the face of Winters and others with helmets and armors, fast horses and long swords, the assassins left behind were unable to stop them.

   A round of gunshots rang out, and before the smoke cleared, the warhorse had already rushed to the assassin. Assassins who can't dodge will be knocked down or trampled, and they will be killed or injured. The speed of the warhorse did not decrease, and the other assassins could only watch as Winters led people into the manor.

   Wait until Winters leads people into the mansion, and the two sides face each other, and the assassin is not an opponent.

   The distance could not be widened, and there was no heavy musket, but Winters and Kaman were on the way, killing the assassins.

   Winters wanted to capture a prisoner for interrogation, but failed to do so. One is that Kaman is too cautious, and he does not leave a single survivor; the other is that the assassin's methods are also extremely fierce, and there is no hope of escaping.

   And there are too few people with Winters, so there is more than enough to attack the fortress, but not enough to encircle and annihilate. The assassin couldn't stop his front, and the assassin couldn't stop him if he wanted to escape.

   Looking at the Beicheng militiamen who arrived only after the dust had fallen, Winters couldn't help but sighed. But he has learned not to be annoyed by things that cannot be changed - the most crucial move is always the next move.

"Gentlemen." Winters stepped on Changfeng, sat on the saddle and glanced at the crowd: "The old city is out of control, on the orders of Colonel Bern, from now on, you are all under my command. Who is the sheriff? Onwards. step!"

   Silence.

   Silence.

   Silence.

  The North City Sheriff really felt that everyone else's eyes were focused on him. He bravely stepped out of the crowd, took off his hat and held it in his hand: "Uh...it's me."

"Ring the bells," Winterstein gave the order calmly. "Call all men who can carry weapons—citizenship or not. Pick out the people who can ride horses and let them bring their horses. It's nice, it's spacious enough, and If there is light, gather here."

  Winters ordered old Schmidt and another random person: "You two follow the sheriff to convene the militia, and everyone else follows me. There are rioters already infiltrating the North City, so follow me to investigate."

   The sheriff was stunned, and it took a while to digest it before he regained his senses.

  According to the laws of Steelcastle, in case of emergency, the militia of each district is called up and commanded by the sheriff, who is directly under the orders of the mayor.

   Regardless of reality or legal principles, it is an act of transcendence for army officers to intervene in the command of the urban militia.

   The sheriff of Beicheng District is of course unwilling to hand over the power in his hands like this, but the few armored soldiers who led the horses out of the manor were covered in blood, which was really scary.

   The officer who gave the order was also dignified and dignified, which was not dared to be insulted.

  Therefore, the sheriff of Beicheng District cautiously asked: "Sir, may I ask you who are..."

   "Captain of the Army, Axel Berne." Winters calmly sewed a name and pointed to old Schmid: "My identity, he can prove it."

   Now the focus of everyone's attention has become old Schmid. Old Schmid cleared his throat and nodded without changing his face - the old blacksmith was born dark, the sky was dark, and he couldn't see whether his face was red or not.

   The sheriff still couldn't believe it, he asked tentatively, "May I ask if this is..."

   The others pricked up their ears and listened.

   Winters has already figured out the minds of everyone. A stranger who doesn't know where he came from, he is bossy as soon as they meet, and no one is convinced. But everyone dared not openly confront each other, and could only count on the sheriff to come forward.

   That is, as long as the sheriff is restrained, the others will obey like sheep following the leader.

   So Winters replied succinctly and forcefully: "Racked by rioters."

   "Mr. Esther..."

   "Already rescued."

While    was talking, Ciel was "helping" the lost Bolso out of the door.

   "Why haven't I heard of you before..."

   "Newly transferred."

   "Can you show me Colonel Bern's order..."

   "Only the password."

   "Then, may I ask who Colonel Berne is to you..."

   The sheriff's tone softened, and Winters felt that the time was almost there. With a slight force on his knees, Chang Feng immediately snorted and strode forward, forcing the sheriff into a corner.

   Winters asked with a smile: "It doesn't matter what Colonel Bern is to me, do you know what is most important now?"

   Sheriff nodded and shook his head.

   "Time!" Winters was furious and thunderous: "Every second you delay, the Steel Castle is one step closer to Purgatory! Give me the alarm now! Others, follow me."

   Having said that, Winters pulled the reins and whipped away.

   The clever ghost Ciel cooperated very well with the horse to chase away the people, and urged loudly: "What are you still doing? Let's go!"

   The residents of Beicheng who were present moved their steps unwillingly and reluctantly. One, two... Finally, they all followed.

   The sheriff wanted to say something, but was stopped by old Schmidra.

   The two looked at each other, and both saw the helplessness of "let him go" in each other's eyes. The sheriff sighed, buttoned his hat, and hurried off to ring the alarm bells with old Schmid and another of Winters' random names.

   Few people realized that from this moment on, the military command of the North City of Steel Castle had been handed over to Winters Montagne.

   [Work hard to pay off your debts! ]

   [I don't know if I don't read it, but I'm startled when I see it. Winters' story in Monta has more than twenty chapters.]

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   [But instead of being annoyed that the front is too protracted, it is better to write as much as possible in the back - at least that's how I consoled myself (covering my face)]

   [I will do my best to write the ending (it feels like I am setting up a flag again)]

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   (end of this chapter)