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Deacon Polly couldn't tell whether he was remorseful or angry at this moment, the short dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake constantly stretching and stretching in his hand, and a pair of eyes stared fiercely at Captain Swift in front of him, with a look on his face that wanted to kill the other party and then quickly. It's not because of how much he has a grudge against Captain Swift, but because - you're in my way!

"Leave him alone!" Deacon Polly yelled at his subordinates who rushed up to help, "Go and take the gates!" In fact, he doesn't need the help of others, although there is a saying that "an inch is long and an inch is strong", but this sentence can only work when the force of the two sides is equal, and now Deacon Polly, although he only has a short dagger in his hand, he forced Captain Swift with a long sword to the left and right, and he was extremely embarrassed.

I have to say that Duke Louis's training of these elite dead soldiers is quite effective, not only is they strong, but they are also very obedient to orders. At the command of Deacon Poli, all the dead men rushed towards the gates.

But Deacon Polly seems to have made another small mistake, considering that Captain Swift, the current supreme officer of the entire East Gate, is still standing in front of him.

To be alive is to be able to speak.

Captain Swift also roared: "Close the gates!" ”

A squad of thirty men of the city guard was now at least twenty men next to the city gate, and although the east gate, one of the six gates of the capital of France, was tall, wide and heavy, it would have been enough to close it completely.

After hearing the order of their captain, the city guards under the city gate, who were originally in chaos, finally reacted, and some of them took out their weapons to meet the dead soldiers, trying to delay some time to close the city gate. Other people began to work hard to close the city gates, and the tooth-sour sound began to reach everyone's ears, and the two city gates at the east gate, which were at least ten meters wide and made of thousands of pounds of fine iron, began to move slowly, and there were signs of closing.

For Captain Swift, this was not an easy decision to make. If the city gate is closed, the group of guys in front of him will naturally not be able to enter the city, but it is almost impossible for him to escape into the city before the city gate is closed under the entanglement of Deacon Polly. In other words, once the gates are completely closed, there is only one end that awaits Captain Swift - death.

But he did it anyway, without even the slightest hesitation.

Maybe he was usually greedy for money, maybe he would be able to get the convoy of the Louis Chamber of Commerce and other chambers of commerce to enter the city with all kinds of smuggled goods for a little bribe, but when he chose between the safety of the east gate and his personal life, he chose death without hesitation.

Deacon Polly, who was furious, urged the fighting spirit in his body to the peak, and the whole person wandered around Captain Swift like a phantom, and the dagger in his hand could not leave the vital point of Captain Swift, and finally caught the opponent's flaw at a certain moment, and stabbed the dagger into Captain Swift's right shoulder.

Captain Swift let out a cry of pain and staggered back a few steps, the long sword in his hand could no longer be held, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"You weren't going to die." Deacon Polly looked at Captain Swift coldly, and blood fell to the ground from the dagger in his hand, which was Captain Swift's blood.

At this moment, Captain Swift was extremely embarrassed, his armor was full of visible cracks, and at least twenty wounds were pierced by Deacon Polly's dagger all over his body, and the whole human skin looked like a bloody man, and the dagger that had just cut off his right shoulder artery was just the last straw that broke the camel's back. Captain Swift understands his current situation-

Lost.

If you lose, you will die.

He also knew very well what Deacon Polly meant, if he hadn't given the order to close the gates, or if he had chosen to surrender on his knees in the first place, he might have had a chance to live.

Captain Swift's mind suddenly became clear at the moment, and he suddenly thought about this matter clearly. The deacon of the Louis Chamber of Commerce in front of him and his subordinates, disguised as coachmen and bodyguards of the convoy, rushed to seize the east gate from the beginning. And behind the Louis Chamber of Commerce is the famous Louis family, a noble family of the empire, so there is only one reason why they do this, that is-

The Louis family is going to rebel.

So the white and chubby captain suddenly showed a kind smile on his white and chubby face, and said this to Deacon Polly in front of him with a smile:

"Fuck you, traitor."

It was also the last sentence of his life, and after saying it, Deacon Poli's dagger plunged into his chest.

Captain Swift's chubby body fell to the ground with a somewhat heavy muffled sound, and the captain of the squad who had fought until the last moment tried to turn his head and look at the gate behind him that he had been stationed for eight years, hoping that the gate had been completely closed and blocked out of the city by Deacon Polly, so that his sacrifice would be more meaningful.

Will his hopes come true?

People often have two manifestations in a desperate situation, one is to pee their pants in fear, and the other is to go out and work hard. Although the City Guard soldiers under Captain Swift were outnumbered, far inferior in force and experience to the group of dead soldiers under Deacon Polly, and although these soldiers tried their best to only end up in a dead end, they still managed to delay the dead soldiers for half a minute with their bodies and lives.

When the corpse of the last of the city guard soldiers who rushed out of the city gate fell to the ground, the two heavy iron gates of the east gate of Paris suddenly let out a loud bang, and then pressed tightly together, completely isolating Deacon Poli and his dead soldiers from the city gate.

The door is closed.

Deacon Polly took a deep breath, his heart filled with cold despair. He knew too well the importance of capturing the East Gate to the entire rebellion plan, so he led this group of elite dead soldiers disguised as the convoy of the Louis Chamber of Commerce, hoping to seize control of the East Gate in one fell swoop when passing through the city gate. Unexpectedly, however, the battle began a few dozen meters from the city gates, and ended in a way that was completely unacceptable to Deacon Poli.

There was no turning back from the bow, once tonight the rebels of Duke Louis could not enter the city. When the Bonaparte family of the French royal family reacted, there was only one ending waiting for thousands of people up and down the Louis family, including Deacon Poli and the Duke of Louis—death.

The huge frustration made Deacon Polly's body tremble involuntarily, he could already hear the faint sound of horses' hooves in the distance, there was no doubt that the Duke had led his elite cavalry to gallop towards here, but when the Duke came here, how should he explain to him?

The corpses of more than a dozen city guards lay on the ground outside the east gate, the air filled with the pungent smell of blood, and Deacon Polly and his dead men stood blankly outside the door, like a group of hounds that had suddenly lost their target.

Suddenly, a strange sound passed through the heavy gates and faintly reached Deacon Polly's ears. Deacon Polly's spirit suddenly lifted, and his whole face suddenly glowed with hope. For such a sound could not have been more familiar to him—it was the screams of the soldiers before they died.

Another piercing sound sounded in the deacon's ears, and the gate, which had just been closed before his eyes, slowly opened again and again, and a figure appeared in front of Deacon Poli.

Deacon Polly's eyes widened, of course he knew that the reason why the east gate would be opened was of course because the Duke had arranged the inner response in the city, but he never expected that the Duke of Louis's inner response was actually such a person.

"Lord Marquis Sauron?"

That's right, the guy in front of him, who still had the blood of the city guards on it, led his own soldiers to kill the city guards at the east gate, and helped Deacon Poli open the east gate of Paris, turned out to be one of the biggest political enemies of Duke Louis in the Frans political arena - Marquis Solon, the chancellor of the exchequer.

"What nonsense! Why don't you bring your people to open the door for you! Marquis Sauron's face sank, although he was willing to support Duke Louis on the throne of France, but this did not mean that he had to be polite when he spoke to Deacon Poli - in the eyes of the Marquis, this guy in front of him was just a dog of Duke Louis.

Since he was facing a dog, there was naturally no politeness to speak of.

After a slaughter that lost dozens of lives, the east gate of the city of Paris finally opened again, and at this moment the capital of the Kingdom of France was like a lady who had taken off her underwear, and could only let the "gentleman" riding on her do whatever he wanted to herself.

Duke Louis and his cavalry finally arrived at the east gate, and hundreds of cavalry stirred up a cloud of smoke and dust, and rushed up the wide street behind the city gate for a moment, towards the royal palace in the center of the city.

The killing, which was destined to last all night, had only just begun.

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