The terrain of the Leighton Kingdom is a bit bad, from the border to the capital, there are many lofty mountains and cliffs along the way.

For the Assassins, this was a paradise, as they could find a good spot to attack.

And for the guards, this is simply hell, looking around, there are places suitable for ambushing assassins, I can't wait for myself to be incarnated by tens of millions, and every place must be carefully searched to be relieved.

The number of King Richard's guards is very large, but no matter how many guards there are, in the face of complex terrain where assassins can be ambushed everywhere, there is also the feeling that there are too many monks and too few porridges, and there is a feeling of taking care of one or the other.

The captain of the guard looked at the map, trying to send the fingers to various places. Under his command, the poor guards had to climb cliff after cliff in this icy weather, occupy places where the Assassins might ambush, and hold out in the biting cold wind until the king's chariot passed by.

Many of the guards were still good when they went up, but they were frozen when they came down. More than one of them fell asleep and never woke up again.

In this regard, the chief of the guard has no choice.

He can't just because of the loss of manpower, he can't stop arranging for His Majesty's escort. On the contrary, no matter how big the loss is, he must unswervingly do a good job of His Majesty's escort work, do it in place, and there can be no mistakes!

It's just that...... It's one thing to think, it's another thing to do.

It's like His Majesty's staff wanted to fill the void left by Leopold's death, but they couldn't fill it at all.

There are many things in this world that really can't be done.

But many times, what you can't do, others may not be able to do.

For example, from the top of a hill not close to the road, attack the king's chariot passing by in the distance.

Inside the rune-shaped invisible magic circle, a strangely shaped catapult rests on a platform made of ice, with a long pole at the end of which resembles a large bowl on one side, and a short pole hanging from a huge iron block of extremely heavy weight at the other.

This thing is called the Counterweight Catapult, and it is one of the longest-range weapons in the New Worlds game. Although in reality it is actually known for its power rather than range, in this world, its range is somehow much higher than in reality, and it can even attack from beyond visual range.

Players are no strangers to this thing. In the offensive and defensive phases of the castle in the union war, the attackers most likely had to erect a number of such catapults. A strong castle can only be breached by smashing defensive structures such as the defending castle's arrow towers with catapults.

Therefore, all guild players, one counts as one, even if it is a panda who is always at the forefront of fighting, they will also learn engineering, in order to be able to repair arrow towers, repair catapults, or cause more damage to the opponent's catapults during union wars.

Catapults can't be built and put in inventory, they can only be built temporarily, and it's Volibel who is responsible for building them.

Although this old man, who is close to 60 years old in reality, is now a farmer, he actually studied engineering when he was young and has been doing geological surveying and mapping work for many years. It was only later that he was injured and retired early due to illness, so he returned to his hometown to farm to pass the time. After the crossing, he worked in the agricultural group on the one hand, and on the other hand, he also tossed various machinery with the mechanical group, and his engineering skills were quite high.

The catapult built by him is blue, which is obviously a relatively high-end color among similar products. This means that it will have a longer range than a regular catapult and will have a higher shooting accuracy.

They had arrived three days in advance, had already fired several test shots, and it was certain that by the time Richard's car passed by, the panda was sitting in the catapult's firing bowl and could hula him over the hill in front of him and onto the road at the foot of the mountain.

As long as the time is calculated, when he landed, it was the moment when King Richard's car drove by.

It will take good coordination, with Sutton in Observation, Harley in Feint, Voliber in Launch, and Panda in charge of the final assassination - they will have to work together perfectly to make such an assassination.

"To be honest, I still think it's a bit unreliable. Volibel looked at the panda sitting in the launch bowl and said worriedly, "You're going to be in the air for a while, and the king's guards will easily spot you during this time." ”

"That's why I need Halle to distract them for me. "No matter how many guards the king has around him, they will have to deal with Harley, who is as menacing as a tiger descending from a mountain." Just distract them for a few seconds, and I'll be able to complete the assassination. ”

"But have you ever considered that the guards weren't really nervous in the first place, and Harley's presence would make them highly nervous, making it more difficult for you to assassinate? ”

"Perhaps, but I'm inclined to think they're nervous enough in the first place—after all, from what Sulton has been observing these days, they have a bit of a rumor. The panda smiled, but his smile was a little cold, "Probably people who have done too many bad things will naturally understand how much hatred they have, and they will naturally strengthen their defense." ”

"Do you know that he has stepped up his guard and is still going to insist on assassination?"

"Anyway, we are immortal, what are we afraid of?" Panda smiled slightly, his smile was a little warmer than just now, "Wang Tuhao's kind of magic props are very powerful, when the time comes, I will have a 'Alaha-Akaba' directly with Harley, and they don't want to see our true body!"

Volibell was silent for a while, sighed, and nodded: "The follow-up observations, Sutton and I will do a good job." Rest assured. ”

"Well, the rest of the matter will be hard for you, uncle. ”

"Knowing that I am an uncle, and arranging so many jobs for me, I don't understand the old ......man at all," Volibel pretended to be a little angry, and then laughed, "Actually, I feel a little confused about this—you young people are just that, I'm an old man who is almost sixty years old, what else do you have to cross...... I don't have to be fashionable!"

"Haha! Actually, I think you're also very fashionable, uncle, really! Your hair is snow-white, what do you call it in a Beijing film...... That's right, it's very stylish!"

"Don't be poor, I'm a polar bear!"

While he was talking, Sudton's statement appeared in the chat channel.

[Poisoned Milk Harmony (Sudton): Everyone, get ready! Harley will do it first, and Voliber will obey my orders!]

【Akinayama veteran driver (Harley): OK!】

[Paradise's Chengguan (Volibel): It's ready. 】

[Panda (Panda): No problem!]

A few seconds later, with the command to "do it" in the chat channel, Volibel started the catapult, and with the sound of the violent wind, the panda roared, and his whole body crossed an arc, towards the incomparably noble king's car that was passing by the Thracian army at the foot of the distant mountain.

Before that, the ground in the woods on the other side suddenly cracked, and Harley, who had buried himself in the snowdrift for more than a day, let out a deafening roar, jumped out, holding two large axes, like the black whirlwind Li Kui in the Water Margin, and roared in the direction of the king's car.

"It's noon!

He turned on the full set of madness, and the elite soldiers of the Thracian Kingdom couldn't resist it, and he cut down a large piece like chopping melons and vegetables, and he had the momentum to kill the king like this.

Seeing this, the guards moved their positions and stood between him and the king's car to avoid accidents.

At this moment, with a whistling sound, a black shadow flew from the sky and quickly grew larger.

Seeing that he was about to reach the target, the panda was no longer silent, and the two-handed broadsword that had already been raised high emitted a dazzling golden light, and slashed out: "Heaven descends justice!"