The deserted alleys, the overturned carriages, the wind rose in the wilderness, blew through the trees, and stirred up the dust.

There are dark clouds gathering in the distant sky, stacked like rolling cotton balls, and there should be a faint fierce gunfight outside the field of vision, like a muffled thunder, shocking the heavens and the earth.

If we compare all this to a static oil painting, everyone in it is the constituent element of the painting, or the most insignificant part.

Those who hide in the woods, those who hide in the wagons, those who carry their hearts, those who hang their guts......

There is, and it doesn't exist.

Since the shot that killed the galloping horse, this Schrödingerian stalemate has been going on for a long time.

Lorraine's heart rose to her throat, rumbling and hammering, and it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat at any moment.

The car overturned.

Less than 20 meters away from him, the galloping carriage flipped up, smashed to the ground, and tumbled with a bang, and the scattered decorations on the carriage splattered all over the ground, and the wet soil was pulled up by the upturned wet soil to make long new marks.

The car accident is so heroic, is the earl in the car still alive?

Lorraine would love to send someone to investigate, but reason told him that it was far from the time for them to appear.

Appearing too early can mess everything up. The Assassins hiding on the opposite side may be scared away, and the assassination plan will be canceled, and when they do, Lorraine's presence will become very embarrassing, and even if the explanation is extravagant, he will not be able to escape the suspicion of the Assassins.

This will be the worst possible outcome.

So, wait......

On both sides of the forest, the gunners with evil intentions waited with bated breath with the carriage as the center, competing with patience, and no one took the lead in action.

Time passed minute by minute, and the overturned carriage finally moved.

A large hand, white-skinned, bruised hand pushed open the door with difficulty, and the twisted and deformed skin squeaked and erected the door like a baffle.

Boom!

Another shot exploded across from Lorraine, and the flash of fire flashed through the space and blasted a huge hole in the door panel.

Lorraine saw the big hand retract suddenly, and finally couldn't help but grin.

The Count is still alive, and the assassination, begun!

"Kill the stupid Frenchmen!"

"Kill the French! Drink the strongest rum and sleep the hottest woman! ”

At least twenty gunmen, half as many as Daniel, rushed out from the other side of the woods, and it is conceivable that they sent the other half to a distant blocking position to hold off the loyal and brave guards for Lorraine.

"It's well spent." Lorraine muttered softly, and waved his arm that had been raised for a long time and waved it down, "Kill!" ”

Clen waited for the order!

The burly Germanic shipwright stood up and whispered a low order through the wilderness: "Protect the Count!" Tactically attack! ”

"Attack! Formed in columns, the gunfire does not stop! Fire! ”

"Fire!"

The Jackdaw has entered the warband!

The team of forty muskets quickly divided into ten squads, as they had done in training, and formed a fluid rotational battle formation with crude double-barreled shotguns.

The front row always kept two people shooting, and the main shooter opened the hammer as fast as he could, completing two rounds of shooting, whether he heard the gunfire or not, he lowered the barrel of the gun at the first time and retreated to the rear.

The secondary shooter pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds around him, and as soon as he heard the hammer empty, he immediately raised his gun to shoot. When the lead shooter retreated into the rear, he moved to the left to become the new lead shooter in the queue and made room for his teammates in the back row.

Cycle!

This peculiar land tactic combines four people into a whole, like rectangular corners, rotating into the dense forest.

Unprepared for this sudden encounter, the Assassins were shot down seven of them before they were scrambled back into the woods, using thick trees as they struck at the musketeers.

Pressing takes shape quickly.

Karen stood majestically at the edge of the woods, like a real general, adjusting the tide of battle with one command after another.

"The third, sixth, and seventh groups, cover the king's assault position."

"The first, second, fifth, and ninth groups, commanded by Desai, suppress the opposite side."

"The tenth group moves north, in case of further Assassin reinforcements."

"Fourth, eighth, take over the carriage and guard the wounded!"

And the king slew out.

Dressed in an exaggerated coloured smock with oil paint on his face and feathers around his head, he rushed out of the woods with a short spear like a brightly colored parrot.

"Roar!"

He screamed and walked like a fly. Each step jumps a distance of nearly two meters, and every landing is accompanied by a mysterious fold, as if the body is completely free from the constraints of inertia and gravity.

He called this kind of pace "gossip trail step".

Polylines, straight lines, diagonal lines, backward diagonal lines......

The flea-like king also played a lot of fun, and alone attracted nearly half of the firepower from the opposite side, and he danced alone to the roar of muskets, which seemed dangerous, but in fact was comfortable.

Because there weren't many lead bullets that were actually fired at him, once the gunner on the opposite side showed his head, he would soon be knocked down by the platoon of guns behind Wang Ye, and only a few people had the opportunity to pull the trigger.

He rushed into the forest in a frenzy, flicking his short gun in his hand and whistling through the belly of an Assassin gunman.

"Sun King of the Inca, bless me!"

Beijing films, Cantonese, with the charm of swaying French, mixed with a bit of Jiangxi vernacular shouting mountain style, Wang Ye's battle cry was so chaotic that even his master could not distinguish the spirit of his master in the sky, but it was magically heard by the frightened assassins.

The leather hunter who led the group shouted in horror: "It's the Inca warriors!" Those legendary Grim Reapers, the Aztec Eagle Warriors! ”

Call!

The king, who had descended from heaven, kicked him to the ground, trampled him with his heavy leather boots, leaned down, and slowly drew the scimitar from his waist.

"You're wrong. The captain said I was the Aquila Warrior, the New Century Aquila Warrior, in Quechua, called EVA. ”

"Ai ...... Doll? ”

The scimitar swung over, and blood splattered three feet!

……

The battle is in full swing.

Karen and the musketeers had taken control of the battlefield, and the Assassins on the opposite side were overwhelmed by the dense fire, and Wang Ye and the commandos were in chaos in their dense forest positions.

Lorraine patted his shirt and stood up, took the huge hammer from behind Karen's back, carried it upside down, and walked to the carriage step by step.

The carriage was unusually sturdy.

After the initial panic and shortness of breath, Lorraine found that its bread-shaped carriage had not been twisted and deformed excessively under such a tragic overturn, and the columns of the carriage had not broken any signs of breaking.

This shows that the car is wrapped in iron ......

The Assassin on the other side had not yet completely subdued the law, and at this time climbed into the carriage, and the door was a lesson for the car ahead.

I want to impress the Count, who survived, but I don't want to take too many risks...... Lorraine looked depressedly at the reclining carriage and decided to commit some acts of violence.

He walked to the side of the carriage and rubbed his palms in front of the miserably twisted axles and wheels.

"Is it Count Galvis? Please try to stick to the roof of the carriage to avoid unnecessary injuries. ”

"What...... What the? ”

The response in the car was a little surprised and flustered, but Lorraine didn't have much desire to talk through the wall, so he simply lifted the sledgehammer, twisted his waist, spun his heel, and smashed the hammer between the axle and the skeleton.

The hammer easily breaks through a large hole in a position half a man high.

Lorraine pulled the hammer out and leaned down to put on a smile that was as approachable as possible.

He saw a miserable aristocrat with dull and slightly fierce green eyes.

"Count Galvis, I'm relieved to see that you're still healthy and vigorous."

The earl's hands and feet were pressed against the curved roof, his face was pale, sweaty, and bruised: "You...... You are? ”

"My name is Edward. Kenway, a freelance smuggler. Lorraine straightened up and lifted the sledgehammer again, "Don't worry, I'm here to save you." ”