Weapons shop, a dim oil lamp hanging from the wall, the light flickering, falling into Hobbes's fear-eroded pupils.

A door, cut off from the noise of the street outside, creating a strange silence in this noisy environment.

San Diego pulls out the rag that is stuck in Hobbes's mouth.

"Why did you get out?" Hobbes stared at Borg, breathing extremely restless and short of breath.

Borg lowered his eyelids, touched the pipe on the table, fiddled with the ashes, and said coldly: "It doesn't matter how I got out, what matters is, how did I get in?"

With that, he raised his head, his eyes were like torches, and the anger of revenge instantly bloomed in his eyes, and he clutched the copper pipe.

Hobbes subconsciously leaned back slightly, and the muscles of his face trembled slightly.

"I didn't expect an ambush," he said, and he didn't believe it.

"We've known each other for so many years, you know my style. ”

Borg stood up strongly, the wound was still oozing blood, he moved his gaze to the oil lamp, was silent for a long time, and said expressionlessly: "You tell me who the officer who colluded with you is, and I will spare your life." ”

As if he saw hope, Hobbes said without thinking, "Luca, captain of the Atlanta cavalry!"

"Oh ~ Luca. Borg stared at the flickering flames and nodded.

Suddenly, he flicked his arm, raised his pipe high, and slammed it down on Hobbes's skull!

The second time! The third time!

Blood splattered, and Hobbes's eyes widened and he died on a wicker chair in the darkness.

Although Zheng Fei is used to seeing death, this scene is really cruel.

He turned his head away from Hobbes's miserable state and frowned.

"If I don't kill him, he will kill me in the future. As if to speak to himself, Borg wrapped his bloody pipe in cloth and stuffed it into his pocket, and the sharp pain of the wound opening made him gasp in pain and clench his fists.

"Santiago, tell someone to put this guy up and pull him out into the field and bury him. ”

Several sailors hurried in with sacks, wrapped Hobbes in several layers, and carried them into carriages and drove out into the countryside.

To deal with all this, they loaded all the cold weapons in the shop, leaving only empty shelves.

Standing at the door, I saw the girls on the opposite floor, hiding behind the curtains, with their beautiful big eyes open, looking at the group of bandits below who came from nowhere.

Atlanta, for the first time, has seen such a large formation.

It was at this moment that the army finally arrived.

"Who's messing around?!"

Far away, I heard such an arrogant and domineering voice.

He was, Captain of the Atlanta Cavalry, Luca.

Cavalry and knights are two completely different concepts.

A knight is a symbol of honor and a title that can only be obtained by the strong, while a cavalry is nothing more than an ordinary soldier who can ride a horse.

The order of the town has always been very stable, so they have no chance to participate in the battle, and patrol the streets all day long, scolding the vendors and touching a few vegetables.

It is equivalent to, chengguan, the medieval chengguan.

The cavalry, numbering about fifty, rode around the corners of the streets in inferior horses with disheveled coats, laughing and cursing incessantly along the way.

And when they saw the formation in front of them clearly, it suddenly became a pot of porridge.

Pull the reins, ride the horse, be in a daze, and do it in one go.

Hundreds of musketeers on standby, with two cannons on the road? Could it be that the war from the east has reached Atlanta so quickly?

Luca, the captain of the cavalry, recognized Borg at a glance, and immediately shook his head, and then looked at the muzzles of the two black holes, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes, intensifying.

He glanced at the equally panicked cavalrymen around him, rolled his eyes, dismounted, took off his helmet and saber, and placed them in the saddle.

Seeing this series of movements, whether it was his subordinates or enemies, the roadside vendors or the girls behind the curtains, they all felt very puzzled.

What does it mean to take off your helmet properly?

But then, Lukka made a move that surprised everyone.

He turned, spread his legs, and ran through the herd, as if he were dead!

Seeing this, Borg snatched the rifled gun of the sailor next to him without thinking, flipped to the roof of the carriage, aimed at the back of the dog, and fired quickly.

With a scream, the bullet spurted out of the muzzle with sparks, swept over the heads of the cavalrymen, and struck Lukka in the leg.

Luka's screams did not move Borg in the slightest, and he quickly changed the bullets, aiming them at the head and killing them with a single shot.

The people on the street didn't know that Hobbs had been killed, and this shot made them completely devastated.

"Oh my God!"

They grabbed their hair and ran around crying for their lives, and the peddlers couldn't even bother with their carts and ran as fast as they could.

The girls upstairs pulled up the curtains and blocked the door and hid under the bed helplessly, their faces pale and trembling with fear.

The enemy is coming! The devil is coming!

As the guard of the town of Atlanta, the cavalry, after a brief panic, chose to run!

In the face of two cannons and hundreds of muskets, they had no courage to resist, all of them had never experienced real battles, and they were all new soldiers.

Atlanta has never encountered such a foreign invasion, even bandits are rare, and the defense of the entire town can be broken at the slightest touch, and even the most elite troops are scattered in a single blow.

Looking at their backs, fleeing like rats, Zheng Fei didn't give the order to kill for a long time, Hans couldn't hold back, and turned his head to look at his side face: "Captain?"

"Call it a day, there's no need to kill them. After that, Zheng Fei looked at the injured Borg and asked, "Do you want to care?"

"It doesn't matter"

"Okay, guys, go to the docks!"

Dozens of horse-drawn carriages drove mightily to the wharf, it was close to dusk, it was dark early in winter, and under the gray dome, the wharf laborers were moving for the last time, chatting excitedly by the way, because they would be paid today, and they would be able to buy a bucket of milk and go home later.

A large crowd of people suddenly poured into the docks, which made them messy, holding the cargo boxes and pestles in the wind, and saluting intently.

"Lift anchor and raise sails!" Zheng Fei shouted to the sailors who remained on the ship.

The whole army of Atlanta will soon be chasing after you, and although it is not at all frightened, more is better than less, and besides, why slaughter soldiers who have not made great mistakes.

The dock owner didn't dare to meddle in his business, so he hid in the house and looked around.

"Captain, where are we going?" asked the sailor.

"Venice!"

[Today's thoughts are so chaotic, the feeling that it is difficult to move an inch on the road, it will definitely not be good to write hard, and please take a vacation, let me adjust my state under it, and continue to watch five more tomorrow.

Recently, I have seen everyone's comments so positively, and I have a lot to say, and I will talk about it tomorrow~

There is no back, rest early. (To be continued.) )