The city was almost in sight, and when Gordon flew to the top, he saw the small buildings on the outskirts of the city.

Going down from this hill, probably less than three hundred meters, he could reach the paved stone road, but the situation was very bad.

The oncoming branches and rattans whipped him in the face, and he could only try to cover his face, and then fell hard to the ground.

Bang!

The damp mud saved his life, and in the muddy splash, he crashed into a tree and stopped, because it was the middle of the chest, even if the arm was quite cushioned, he did not recover for a long time.

At the moment of flying out, he was almost lying on the plank, without any mental preparation, let alone a chance to adjust his posture, fortunately he landed without hitting his head, and no sharp thing pierced his body.

"Ahem...... Thank God I'm alive again!"

When he finally stood up with his support for the tree, he was finally through his weakest moments, and the feeling of being able to breathe again was wonderful, but people often overlooked.

He can't stop, he has to find Bonnet, otherwise it would be a fool's dream to find a guy named Bliss in a short time in the Royal Fortress, and there are about two thousand people in this port.

"He won't go far!"

This was what he thought in his heart, and the last thing he saw Bonnet was dragged to the ground, and anyone with intelligence would find a gentle place to let go, or else he would be dragged to death on his horse.

The sound of artillery in the distant fortress had stopped, indicating that the battle had already had some result, and he had to speed up his pace.

"Bonnet!"

Gordon clutched his arms and shouted!

The wound had broken open again, and now his left hand could barely move.

"My brother, I know you're here, in the wilderness, and if we can't help each other, you're going to die here......"

Without replying, Bonnet gritted his teeth tightly, hiding in the bushes and not daring to make any sound, this was almost his only chance to escape.

His right hand had been dislocated from the drag, and he knew that what Gordon had said was most likely true, and that he wouldn't be able to get back to the city without help.

But so what, he had already felt death, the pain in his body, the wounds were all reminders of his approach, the cold was sweeping in, and he feared Captain Gordon even more than death.

"Little Barre, I see you, come out quickly!"

Captain Gordon's voice continued to move closer, but of course it wasn't a scare, the orange-red light was so conspicuous in the eagle's view.

At this moment, however, the sound of horses' hooves accompanied by shouts came from afar.

"Damn thieves, you've finally caught up, and you're going to pay for your actions!"

Following the sound, two rain-soaked farm guards rushed out of the end of the road, muskets in their hands.

Bang bang!!

The musket hidden under the clothes was unaffected in the rain, and a sharp sound resounded in the air, and the projectiles hit the nearby trees, splashing a lot of stubble.

The momentum is terrifying, but shooting a rifled gun that relies on luck on a running horse is a joke, and if the enemy is cowardly, it may still have a deterrent effect, but in the face of the battle-hardened Captain Gordon, when the bullet is discharged, the last threat disappears.

"Just then, the tools for us to continue our journey arrived. ”

Gordon grinned a somewhat distorted grin, and even if he injured a hand, he had the confidence to deal with the enemy.

After a round of firing, the guard looked at the enemy standing in the middle of the road in a daze, and without any intention of stopping, he continued to rush over on horseback.

"Bump into him and kill him!"

In this chaotic era, it is normal to kill a thief in the wilderness, and there is always a desire to kill in people's hearts.

They did not draw their scimitars, brandished the whip in their hands, and relied on the force of the horse's ramming, which was enough to kill.

Bonnet, who heard the shouting, also poked his head out of the grass, and he stared at the battle on the road ahead, yes, kill the hateful captain, and he would have a way to live.

But in his field of vision, he saw a desperate scene.

Captain Gordon's raised right hand concealed a cold light, and a small, sharp cracking sound swept through the air under the sound of horses' hooves, and a short crossbow shot out towards the throat of one of the guards.

Blood splattered with the guard's incredulous despair in their eyes, and then he lost all his strength and fell from his horse.

The other guard didn't even realize what was happening, only to see his teammates suddenly appear in the corner of his vision, but the enemy was close at hand, and he waved his whip.

Syllable!

The whip was fast and fierce, the wet tip almost cutting through the speed of sound in that instant, and of course Captain Gordon was not sitting still.

Of course, the quickest way to deal with cavalry is to shoot men and horses first, but horses are his target, and in this case he can only go off the rails.

The whip that came from him was grabbed by him, and the tip of the whip left a bloody mark on his face, and then wrapped around his hand, and the rough lines of the whip lifted a lot of flesh and blood in his hands.

"Got you!"

From under the long wet hair was a somewhat hideous smile.

The guard was a little flustered at this time, he had never seen such a bold person, nor had he seen someone with such a terrifying expression.

The force from his hand made him unable to grasp the whip a little, and if he did not let go, he was likely to be dragged off the horse, at this time, he decisively gave up his whip, and then took advantage of the situation to draw his scimitar from his waist and slash at the enemy.

"Since you want to die, then fulfill you!"

All these changes were between the lightning and flint, the horses staggered, the scimitars slashed down, and the snow-white blades were even a little dazzling.

Bonnet almost held his breath, looking forward to the miracle brought by this knife, mortal wars, always a knife is life and death.

But the quick stab was just along the top of Gordon's head, shaving off the hair that was wet in front of his forehead, and Captain Gordon dodged the fatal blow with the flexibility of his body.

He didn't give the enemy a chance to swing his sword again, and looked at the back of the empty door wide open, and the rope dart equipped on the armour shot out quickly, directly penetrating the enemy's chest.

The blood recklessly stained the placket red, and the guard no longer had the strength to clench the scimitar in his hand, and the sharp head of the dart pierced through the lungs, got stuck in the ribs, and fell from the horse under the pull of force.

"Ahem......"

Instead of dying outright, the guard coughed up a large amount of blood, mixed with fragments of broken lungs, and tried to take a big breath of air.

His eyes met Bonnet, who was hiding in the bushes, and there was some resentment in his eyes, and there was nostalgia for this world, and then he was gone.