The shot came so suddenly that the hunter didn't have time to make any dodge movements, and was dismounted by the oncoming bullets.

It all came so suddenly that the other hunters, though they heard his warning, were too late to save him, or even dodge the bullets and crossbows that followed.

The hunters were shot to the ground, and the enemy of unknown origin on the opposite side was already charging at them.

"Run! Come on! ”

The captain of the cavalry, who had been shot through the lower abdomen by a crossbow arrow, kept shouting, but in fact there were no living people around him.

A man on a horse on the opposite side looked at him in the light of fire, then raised his sword and pointed it at his throat.

This man's voice was peculiar, something that the huntsman who had been to many places had never heard: "For your death's sake, tell me how many guards like you are there in Billy Shelly?" ”

"Run, Run......"

The captain, who was already fainting from blood loss, kept repeating the word, which made the man vigilant, and he suddenly looked at the hunters who were lying all over the ground, and then wanted to look in the dark surrounding fields.

": Attention, there seems to be someone else here!"

The man loudly reminded his companions around him, and at the same time, the sword in his hand shook, and the blade of the sword instantly slit the throat of the captain of the hunting guard.

Looking at the corpse rolling off his horse, the man leaned forward, revealing a face covered in the terrible scars crisscrossing the torch.

"I hate these bells and whistles."

The man made a hoarse sound from his throat, and if the captain of the huntsman was still alive, he would know that the reason why this man's voice was so strange was because he also had a terrible scar on his throat, which obviously ruined his throat, which made his voice sound not only hoarse and low, but also more eerie.

The attackers immediately searched around, and the flames quickly flashed back and forth across the field, pulling out the Daodao Phantom.

"We haven't found anyone, maybe no one at all, or we've escaped," one of his companions came to the man and asked helplessly, then tentatively asking, "What are we going to do next?" ”

"Billy Shelly," the scar man seemed to have to push hard to make his voice, which made him seem so irritable both in tone and expression, "that place has everything we want, isn't that enough to satisfy you?" ”

These words instantly caused a howl from his companions around him, and the sound sounded like the roar of a wolf pack, and the man's face twitched slightly as he heard the shouting, which made the scar on his face look even more distorted and terrifying.

Alfonso was a little fidgeting, perhaps because such a night was too frustrating, he sat up from his bed and looked outside, the moonlight shining in through the open window, falling on him and the maid lying beside him, looking at the plump curves of the sleeping woman beside him, Alfonso, who was supposed to react as before, was disturbed by an indescribable irritability.

Alfonso didn't know what was wrong with him, but the feeling had been disturbing him since he signed the damn deal.

The face of the Jew always appeared in his sleep from time to time, and each time the face seemed to show a mocking expression to him.

His father died so early that he was driven to the poor country of Billy Shelly, and he did not benefit from the marriage of his sister Chasan to the Pope's son.

Alfonso sat up to find a glass of water to drink, when he heard the sound of hurried hooves passing by in the street.

Apparently anxious, Alfonso even heard shouts that seemed to be blocked.

Alfonso immediately perked up, and he walked a few steps to the window to look out, only to see a few figures hurrying by.

"Something must have happened," Alfonso immediately thought to himself, although Buccini assured him that those chambers of commerce would not affect his rule, but Alfonso still couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis, so now that he saw that something seemed to be happening, he Alfonso immediately became interested.

He put on his clothes and hurried out, but as soon as he reached the corridor, he saw a young officer striding with two guards.

He recognized the man as a Neapolitan named Ofrei, who seemed to be a trusted subordinate of Gombray's side.

"Your Highness, you should be in your room at such a late hour," Offrey bowed and saluted, and when he saw Alfonso's ugly look on his face, he whispered, "I just received the news, it seems that someone is going to attack Billy Shelly, we are now mobilizing our team to prepare for battle, Your Highness, it is better for you to stay in the room at this time and not come out." ”

"What is it, Frenchman, how can it be so fast?" Alfonso was surprised and asked, in his mind, even if the French had invaded, shouldn't their target be Naples, and why would they be in Billy Silly?

Could it be that Naples fell so easily?

Alfonso listened to the chaotic footsteps of the soldiers who had been awakened outside, and then looked at Ofleyi blankly: "What are we going to do now?" ”

"Don't worry, Your Highness, that's what we're here for." Offrey looked at the assembled team outside and said to Alfonso, who was a little uneasy, "But before that, for your own safety, or you should stay in the room for a while." ”

Alfonso hesitated, because he didn't know what was going on, he wondered if he should inquire more about it, but looking at the soldiers running back and forth with weapons, he was a little worried that he might be in danger.

As if seeing Alfonso's hesitation, Ofleiil saluted, and then led the people out of the palace.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, the Balkans seemed a little confused, which made Ofleiil a little annoyed, and he thought that if it was Montina's old army, he would have been ready to stop by this time, but now these Balkans looked like a herd of drunken goats bumping around, which made Ofleiuil's heart burn.

"Stand in line," he shouted to the Balkans, "if the French had called, you would have gone to your death as you were." ”

"Sir, captain, we fought with the Ottomans." One of the soldiers shouted in the darkness, causing a burst of laughter.

"Then let me see if those who fought with the Ottomans can tolerate whips better," Ofleiyi said, whipping the two Balkans in front of him with the leather whip in his hand and driving them away from his eyes, "Listen, we don't know who is coming, and we don't know how many enemies there are, so you have to be careful." ”

Loud shouts arose in the courtyard, and the awakened people looked out of the windows, and for a moment Billy Shelly's palace was in chaos.

Ofreil thought he was going mad, he wondered how the Count had kept these damned peasants in the Balkans, and it was hard to imagine what they would be like on the battlefield.

There was a faint commotion outside the city, and then it grew louder and louder, and Oflaiyi ran down the street with the only forward team of dozens of Agri hunters' guards in the direction from which the sound came.

Because, as he himself said, he did not know the origin and number of enemies, so he carefully did not let the whole team gather, but surrounded it along several different alleys in the direction where the enemy might appear.

Ofleiil remembers the battle with the Venetians in the town of Oral, where Alexander used the terrain of the town to inflict heavy damage on the enemy, who was still young at the time, and now decided to imitate the Count's way in Orar, and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.

In the distance, there was a dense sound of footsteps in the alley, and there were quite a few people hearing from the sound.

Offrey immediately motioned for the group to stop, and made a quick gesture to the nearest musketeer.

The musketeers, lined up in front and back, aimed their guns at the corner in front of the alley.

A few figures flashed at the entrance of the alley, and then a cold light flashed from the darkness.

"Who, in the name of the Duke, stands!"

Oflaiyi shouted loudly, quickly waving his hand to his side.

"Alfonso, Duke of Billy Shelly?"

The voice of the person opposite was strange, and with the voice, a figure slowly came out of the darkness.

This is a small man, but he can look very strong, but in the moonlight it can be seen that his left leg seems to be somewhat disabled, and when he steps forward, his body will involuntarily lean to the side.

"Maybe you should report to the Duke, we're here to help him, but it seems that your people are not very good."

Ofleiyi frowned slightly, he knew that this time was very sensitive, whether the Earl could grasp that Billy Shelly played a pivotal role in the future, which made him unable to immediately decide what measures should be taken against the other party for a while.

As if sensing Ofleiuil's hesitation, the man boldly took a few steps forward, and stepped out of the shadows altogether.

In this way, his face full of scars can also be seen clearly.

At the same time, the man in the moonlight also saw the hunters standing at the front of the group.

His eyes narrowed suddenly, and his body first shrank like a hedgehog that had suddenly encountered a strong enemy, and then his body thrust again, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Ofleiyi was very close to the man at this time, and when he saw the man suddenly stop his wary grip on the hilt of his sword, and when the other party suddenly drew his sword, and at the same time heard the sound coming from the shadows behind him as the sword body went out of his body, Ofleiyi almost didn't think about it and suddenly rolled to the ground, and at the same time a shout came out of his mouth: "Shoot!" ”

Then Oflair couldn't even hear which side the barrage of gunfire erupted above his head, he just clung his head to the ground, even if he felt that his back seemed to be scratched by something hot, he gritted his teeth and lay on the ground without looking up.

When the duel was finally over, or should it be said that one of the sides had completely gained the upper hand in this kind of close-range fire with no cover at all, with a familiar shout, Ofleiil, whose ears were almost deafened, heard the roars of the Balkans mixed with all kinds of rude swearing.

Many feet rushed past him, and one of them was directly stepping on Oflair's back, which made him grunt in pain.

"The captain is still alive!"

With such a shout, a man rushed to Oflaiil's side and violently dragged him from the ground.

The burning pain in his back made Oflaiyi moan again, he knew that he should be injured, but at this time he couldn't care about it.

From the fierce firing between the two sides, it can be heard that the number of muskets on the other side is not less than that of the hunters, but it is clear that the musketeers of the opposing side are significantly inferior to the hunters in terms of marksmanship and will to fight.

Looking at his men who had fallen in the street, Ofleiyi pulled his saber from the waist of the Balkan man next to him, his eyes spewing with anger, completely different from his usual appearance.

These Agri musketeers were not just his men but also his countrymen, and together they came out of the village of Agri, and followed the Count to too many places.

The Count's army expanded, but the old Agri musketeers became fewer and fewer, and what Ofleyi did not expect was that these musketeers, who had survived the brutal battle with the Ottomans in Bucharest, would die unexpectedly in the poor and remote place of Billyselly.

"Kill them!"

Oldrey roared and led the men towards the opponents who were trying to retreat, and the two sides engaged in a scuffle in the dark alley!

Offrey endured the pain in his back, and the saber in his hand kept slashing at the enemy, but to his surprise, although the opponent was quickly defeated in the musket fire, when the melee was together, it showed unusual ferocity.

Even with the ferocity of the Balkans, it seemed that for a time they could not hold down the enemy.

An agile figure caught Oflair's attention, and he quickly recognized that the person was the one who had spoken to him earlier, but he had also survived the random shooting.

Oflaiyi tried to rush at the man, but was stopped by the soldiers who were fighting together.

A few shouts were heard suddenly, and as the figures moved, the Balkans who had been surrounded by other alleys according to Oflei's orders arrived!

The scarred man, perceiving the unfavorable situation, immediately let out a cry, and the enemy, who heard the order, began to retreat back along the street.

"Musketeers!"

Offrey shouted behind him, and as the musketeers behind him crossed the Balkans and fired at the retreating enemy, the Montina army began to pursue the enemy.

At first, some people tried to help their comrades, but after a slight pause, they were hit by bullets fired from behind, and the danger of being cut down by the Balkans who rushed up later with horses and axes forced them to abandon their comrades and flee the battlefield frantically.

"Kill them all, I don't need prisoners!"

Ofleiil felt that he had never been so angry, and even when he had been frustrated in the attack on St. John's Abbey, he had never hated the enemy on the other side so much, after all, he and Normezi were real enemies who knew each other, and now they were almost attacked by each other.

"Aren't we going to leave us alive?" One of the Balkan soldiers asked a little puzzled, "The Count has told us that as long as we catch the enemy in battle, we must leave us alive, because he wants to know something." ”

The Balkan reminder calmed Ofleiyi a little, but he nevertheless gave the order to "leave a few useful ones behind, and kill the rest."

The Balkans began to press on the fallen enemy who was still groaning in pain, some of them struggling to resist, some of them cried out "For God's sake, Jesus, Maria's face" and so on, but this did not stop the Balkans, who swept past the fallen enemy, and some of them stabbed the bodies of those who seemed to be dead with spears and sabers.

The Agri musketeers were equally cruel, dragging the living enemy out of the pile, dragging them to the wall and forcing them to stand, and then a volley of muskets was raised.

Dense gunfire pierced the night sky, and after the smoke passed, several corpses had fallen by the wall.

"My lord, these people don't look like French," said a musketeer, with a well-made musket in his hand.

"My lord, we've seen a French musket that doesn't look like this one." The musketeer raised his gun.

It was an easily recognizable musket with a typical French curved and sleek butt.

The secret treaty between Charlon and Alexander in Pisa included an agreement to purchase a large number of semi-finished arquebuses from France, and Alexander did so only to compensate for the inability of his Agri arsenal to supply his army with firearms in large quantities.

According to Alexander's arrangement, the half-finished arquebuses were sent to Agri's factory to be processed, and then converted into flintlock muskets to be equipped directly into his musketeers.

Although the dependence on French semi-finished muskets has been alleviated as the scale of the Agri factory has gradually expanded, it is precisely because of the continuous use of French musket processing and transformation that the muskets produced in the Agri factory are more or less French products.

Offrey looked at the moonlight, and after making sure that the soldier was right, he took his bloody saber and walked towards the captives whom he had chosen to be useful.

There weren't many people singled out, only seven or eight, and they lay together groaning in pain, and from their clothes, Ofrey guessed that these were no ordinary soldiers.

He turned a man's company to himself with his sabre, and then asked in a calm tone: "Tell me who you are and why you are attacking us?" ”

"You're asking the wrong question, Officer," the man said in a mocking tone, "we're just mercenaries, and you can hire us if you have the money, but it's the boss who takes over the business, and we'll just do the work." ”

"What are you going to do, attack us?" Oflaiyi asked fiercely.

"No, we're not here to trouble you, the people who hired us just want us to destroy Billy Shelly, but we're unlucky, that guy didn't tell us that Billy Shelly has such a powerful army......"

The man's voice slowly lowered, and his body slid to the side, silent.

"This man is dead, can anyone tell me anything now?" Ofrei's knife dangled in front of the eyes of several people, and just as he was about to give the order to kill all the captives in disappointment, one of the mercenaries, who saw the danger, rubbed it with all his might, and hurriedly said, "I know what that man wants us to do in Bilischery." ”

"That person?" Ofreil noticed their words, and his eyes quickly flashed to the man with the scar on his face, "Is that the one with the scar on his face?" ”

"Yes, it's him, but we don't know who he is," the mercenary replied at once, "I listened to his orders to some of our chiefs to capture Afonso, Duke of Billy Shelly, alive." ”

Hearing this, Oflaiyi was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed instantly!

The Balkans had already been brought out by him to intercept these sudden enemies, and there were only a few guards guarding the palace at this time!

"Go back and save the Duke!"

Offrey commanded loudly, and struggled to get on his horse, despite the pain in his back.

Just as he was riding on horseback, there was already a fierce gunfire in the direction of the castle!