"It's coming!"

Their nerves tensed instantly, because they knew how many pounds and taels they had.

Every year, the town of Atlanta has a group of recruits enlisted, veterans retired, and the recruits are sent to different places.

The best ones were sent to Gena to participate in harsh training and eventually become warriors of the Empire.

The better ones are usually selected into elite units and are responsible for protecting the mayor and nobles.

In general, they are incorporated into the army.

Those who are at the bottom are sent to prison as guards.

It can be said that each of them is a sad story~

Their combat effectiveness is not even as good as that of the thugs with thin arms and legs on the street.

Zheng Fei stood at the door, watched them clenching their spears, smiled evilly, silently lifted his leather coat and pulled out a short-barreled musket, tilted his head and said, "Get out of the way." ”

The "gun" guard pestle stayed in place, staring at the muzzle of the black hole.

Bang!

Zheng Fei fired a shot at the sky, rushed to the crown in anger, and roared hysterically: "Get out of the way!"

There was a cowardly one who was so frightened that he threw away his knife, and the guards took a few steps back again and again, making way for themselves.

"Who the hell are you?" the guards asked timidly.

Zheng Fei glanced at them trembling and said, "Prison robber." ”

"You can't run away, the army will come in a minute at most!"

Time was urgent, Zheng Fei didn't talk nonsense with him anymore, rushed out of the prison gate with Borg, turned his head and looked, only to see hundreds of sword and shield soldiers screaming and rushing over, less than two hundred meters away.

"Can you run?" Zheng Fei saw that Borg's wound was bleeding.

Borg gritted his teeth and said, "If you can't run, you have to run!"

"Well done, let's go!"

After that, Zheng Fei ran as hard as he could, and his speed was enough to shake off the soldiers with swords and shields for a few streets.

Who would have thought that Borg had barely taken two steps before he fell to the ground and let out a dull scream.

Zheng Fei turned around, only to see that he was shaking, the wound on his leg was open, and the blood was pouring out.

Seeing the soldiers getting closer, Borg yelled, "Run!

Facing the hundreds of soldiers swarming in, to be honest, Zheng Fei hesitated.

There was no friendship between him and Borg at all, and he saved Borg just out of retribution, and a little sympathy.

If it was Santiago who fell, he would have picked up the guy on his back and run, even if it was heavier than a dead pig.

But now, he hesitated, it was not worth saving an emotionless person and hitching himself a ride.

After a short period of stagnation, his choice was to run, otherwise he would be hacked to death.

The soldiers were only a few dozen meters away, and he took one last look at Borg, and from that desperate pupil, there was a little begging.

"Please help me take care of my wife and children who live at 16 Anthony Street"

This was Borg's last begging, whether it could be fulfilled or not, he had to say it, and then he could go to heaven or hell with peace of mind.

Zheng Fei gritted his teeth and nodded seriously.

He took a step back, sighed helplessly, and turned to the roar of the soldiers.

However, at the moment when he turned around, he had just raised his foot and was about to run, but his foot hung in the air, stunned for a moment, revealing a smirk similar to that of Santiago.

"Haha!"

In the light of the sun, dozens of wagons overturned the small dirt slope and drove forward, led by Scarface Hans, followed by hundreds of musketeers.

When the musketeers saw the captain's figure, they let out a neat shout!

This huge formation stopped the footsteps of the sword and shield soldiers, they stopped only twenty meters away from the Borg, panicked, and many people's footsteps began to move back slowly, with a tendency to retreat.

The carriage stopped, and the musketeers quickly lined up with rifled guns, their muzzles pointed at the bewildered sword and shield men.

In an instant, the sword and shield soldiers in the front row raised their hands and surrendered as if they were discussing, panicking, and some even knelt down.

The officer didn't scold them for being ashamed, because he also voted and raised his hand before anyone else.

"Captain, what do you say?" said Hans, wiping the bridge of his nose and whistling.

"Disarm, those knives, you know~" Zheng Fei squeezed his eyes.

A knife, at least three animal skins, a few hundred silver coins.

Hans laughed, shouted at the sword and shield soldiers, "Put the sword and shield at your feet, and step back fifty meters!"

Do so.

"Hey, that officer, you took off that armor for me!"

After the unarmed sword and shield soldiers had withdrawn, they quickly loaded the booty into the wagon, and then drove away along the road from which they came, the whole process took no more than two minutes.

The sword and shield soldier looked at the distant wheels, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Sir, who are they?"

"Who the am I asking?!" the officer scolded angrily, clenching his fists in hatred, and after a while, sighed again in grief.

It's over, just wait to be taught a lesson by your boss.

He couldn't figure out where these musketeers came from, and the whole town of Atlanta couldn't find that many muskets!

In the carriage, Borg tore his clothes into strips of cloth to tie up the wound and stop the bleeding.

When passing by the homeless gathering place, Zheng Fei threw a few silver coins as promised, which was regarded as a reward.

"Captain, where are we going now, and do you want to get back to the ship?" asked Hans, as he hurried to the car.

"Slip on. Zheng Fei glanced at Borg's wound and said, "Go buy some medicine first, and then go to the weapons shop, where Santiago is." ”

"But Captain, we're prison robbers, isn't that okay?"

"There are dozens of musketeers in Atlanta, and we have hundreds, so we need to be afraid?"

"That's also to say, I also brought two cannons, and I'll set up them at the intersection later, and I'll bomb as many as I want!"

"Well done!" Zheng Fei smiled with relief.

Among his trusted subordinates, Hans is the most brainy, and he can do many things beautifully without telling him personally.

Santiago, the most loyal but relatively simple-minded, the limbs are really developed!

Ares, the glory of the knight, has persistent beliefs, and has strong combat effectiveness! Oh, there is also an acting skill that does not lose to the actor!

Soon, the weapons arrived.

In the eyes of nearby residents, Zheng Fei jumped out of the carriage and knocked on the gate.

After seeing him through the crack in the door, Santiago opened the door, and when he looked up, he saw that the guys had arrived, and almost the whole street was crowded.

"Dude, what's going on?"

"I'm robbing the prison. Zheng Fei said lightly.

"Hell robbery? haha, I believe it! That's your style!"

Zheng Fei smiled and beckoned for Borg to come in.

When Hobbes, who was tied to the far corner of the weapons shop, saw the person he feared the most, his pupils dilated, and if his mouth was not gagged, he would have been able to scream.

"Close the door. Zheng Fei said.

Borg was placed on the chair in front of Hobbes, and the wound hurt so much that he clenched his teeth, and after he got through, he squeezed out a sinister smile, stared into Hobbes's eyes, and said, "Long time no see." (To be continued.) )