On this day, it was the fifth day of the coalition army's departure, and it stands to reason that the army of 7,000 men should be able to reach the plain of Viruga in less than a day, and then directly surround Viruga from the plain, but the coalition army set up camp when it was about to enter the plain, as if waiting for something.

There was also a lot of discussion in the city of Viruga because of this matter, but even so, it did not affect the prosperity of Viruga, it was still crowded, the sound of buying and selling, and a peaceful and prosperous situation.

Viruga, in the tavern.

"Hey, I heard that! The allied forces actually stopped at the entrance to the plain! You say it's not unusual! It's a show!" a drunkard shouted loudly to his drinking partner.

"I've heard about it, too! I heard that they seem to have set up camp anyway, and it seems that they are going to stay for a long time!" another man chimed in when he heard their conversation.

"Hmph! If you want me to say, they are afraid of the majesty of our emperor, and before they reach the plain, they are already too frightened to walk when they see the smoke of Veruga! Hahaha! Do you say yes!" a drunkard shouted loudly with an ale.

"Haha! That's it, those timid nobles are the opponents of the brave lads of our Freikorn!" the rest of the men echoed.

"Haha! Let's toast to our legions, our empire, our great emperor!" the man in the tavern raised his glass and shouted out the idol in his heart.

At this time, Lem, who was sitting on the side, only smiled slightly as he listened to this heated discussion, maybe he was the only one here who knew the truth about this qiē, of course. And the Ressarit who sat across from him, who could already be ignored.

Resarit sat in his chair, his black cloak already wrapped around him. Even in the big summer, it almost blends in with the background color

"Hey, I say, it's time for our plan to come true, or the enemy won't be able to wait!" said Lem to Ressarit, sipping the most expensive shochu in the tavern.

At this time, the shochu was vigorously promoted by Fan Ming, and its delicious quality, as well as the propaganda of the merchants. It has become the "treasure of the town" in many local taverns, but the price is also relatively high, and only the nobles and wealthy merchants can afford it. Of course, there are also the industrious people of the St. Rodoc Empire, because of Fanming's preferential policies, the people have already become rich, and they have worked hard for a month. Enough to buy a barrel of shochu. But it was a life that the people of other kingdoms could never have dreamed of.

"Well, I think it's okay now!Let's get started!" Resarit, who had been blending with the air, finally spoke, but her voice was still so cold.

An hour later, in the town square, Lem and Resarit followed behind a skinny man wrapped in a black cloak, and the three of them wandered back and forth between the shops in the town square.

At this time, there was already a pair of eyes secretly staring at them, and after repeated confirmation, the owner of those eyes turned around and ran. Head in the direction of the church.

"Your Excellency, Your Lord!" the owner of those eyes was none other than Bishop Dima's servant, who had been ordered to squat at the gate of the palace. Once you see Fan Ming come out, come back and report it immediately after confirmation.

When he saw a man who was thin and tall in a cloak, and was followed by Lem and Resarit, he followed him all the way, and when he saw that Lem and Resarit were very respectful to the man under the cloak, he was convinced that it was Fan Ming!

"What's the matter? Did he show up?" said the bishop, who heard that it was the servant who had returned, and hurriedly ran out excitedly.

"It's him! I can see it clearly! Thin and tall, wrapped in a black cloak! It's him! Yes, he's wandering around the town square!" said the servant, gasping.

"How many people are there!" At this time, Peck and the ordinary assassins also heard the servant's shouting and rushed out, and when they heard that it was indeed Fan Ming appearing, they anxiously inquired about the servant.

"Just three of them! One is Sergeant Major Lyme the Spearman, and the other is the clerk next to him (Resarit has a special status and cannot be disclosed to the outside world, so the external identity is the clerk of Fanming)" replied the servant.

"That's right! In the whole of Veruga, the only one who can keep the spear sergeant and the emperor's close ministers with him is the emperor himself!, so there can be no mistake!" the bishop affirmed.

"Okay, this time, let's do something to bring glory to the family! Warriors!

At this time, in the town square of Veruga, among the shops and stalls, the three of them were still wandering aimlessly, and at this moment, a group of people dressed in black and wearing black cloth hats dispersed, but they were all heading in the direction of the three people.

The three of them didn't seem to notice it, they were still hanging out, chatting, and laughing from time to time, but danger had surrounded them.

Just as Lem and Resarit hesitated a little and pulled a short distance from him, the group of men in black decisively seized the opportunity, and showed their short knives hidden in their sleeves and stabbed at the people under their cloaks.

In an instant, three short knives had already pierced the cloaked man's body, but the three black-clothed men who stretched out their short knives and hit the cloaked man were suddenly stunned at the same time!

Because their short knives were all pierced to the heart, but when the short knives touched the cloaked man's body, they found an abnormality, and the moment the short knives touched, there was a crisp sound, like the sound of metal colliding together.

After Duan Zai was stunned, Peck, one of the three, immediately secretly said that something was wrong! He thought to himself: "It must be an iron plate wrapped around his body to make such a noise, and since the other party is on guard, then this must be a trap."

He was right, but it was too late, and just as Peck turned his head to remind the other Assassins that something was wrong and immediately fled, an instant, a group of strong men dressed in ordinary people's clothes suddenly appeared in the originally noisy market, and some even dressed as beggars.

In an instant, this group of 'plainclothes' grabbed all the black-clothed people who wanted to escape and pressed them to the ground.

Peck was dumbfounded at this point, completely unexpected. Just as he was getting rid of a strong man who was trying to take him off, the man hiding under the cloak grabbed him by the collar with his backhand and threw him to the ground. The action is clean and beautiful. Coherent.

At this time, the citizens were already shocked by this sudden scene, and they stopped to watch, and at this time, Lem and Resarit also came out of the crowd, holding a bag of melon seeds in their hands.

"You two are still in the mood to eat melon seeds here! I've been stabbed three times for nothing!" the cloaked man handed Peck over to a strong man and took off his cloak. Under the cloak was a handsome* face.

This is exactly Jill, it was Lem and Resarit who informed Jill of the matter and tricked him into being a stand-in for Vanming. His figure is exactly the same as Fan Ming!

"Hey, you can't blame us! You're so strong, even the boss praises you for your fights, so we don't have to worry about it! This is called trust in you!" Lem laughed and defended, while Ressarit put on a look that none of my business.

"Forget it. I can't say you liar!, remember to owe me once," he said. Jill took out the iron plate on his chest, and at this time, the iron plate three centimeters back was pierced by three short knives, "That's good, boy, it's quite ruthless!" Jill said to Peck, who was pressed to the ground, as he looked at the iron plate.

"Hmph! Today is considered bad luck for Lao Tzu, otherwise, that lowly Fan would have gone to God tomorrow morning to confess!" Peck said unwillingly.

"Well, I'll let you repent to God for a while!" Lem said, snorting melon seeds, "Quick! Find our pious Assassin a cell in our Viruga with the most aura, and let him repent of the rats!"

And at the same time, the town watch. Also surrounded the church at the same moment, but out of respect for the Holy Lord. did not enter, and Bishop Dima, when he learned that his plan had been shattered, committed suicide by hitting the wall"

Finally, the assassination of the emperor, which was most admired by historians later, came to a 'successful end'

This is the woods outside the city of Viruga, and it is the middle of August, when the birds are singing, and the trees in the forest are lush, the animals and flowers are endless, and the sun shines through the dense trees on a thatched hut.

The hut was clearly fresh, the thatched roof was still brand new, and it was not very large, only one, surrounded by mud and stones, and looked rather rudimentary.

But in this dense forest, it seems to be extremely integrated into the scenery, just when you are still feeling the beauty of nature, suddenly a huge explosion, as if the earth really trembled, and the birds in the trees were also frightened by the sudden explosion and flew away.

The sound of the explosion was nothing else, it came from the thatched house, and at this time, the thatched house had already evaporated, leaving only a large pit on the ground that was one foot deep and about three meters deep, and there were still stones and thatch scattered around.

"Haha! It's done!" Fan Ming stood up from fifty meters away, looking at the thatched hut and the big pit, which had become a mess, and secretly happy!

After a whole day of exploration, Fan Ming finally used a clay pot to make black powder across the era, and today, he filled the gunpowder with a linen package, pulled out a fuse, and filled the explosive bag into the hut, so there is today's scene.

"It's too godly! Is this the fire of Thor's wrath! It's terrifying!" Carl looked at the qiē in front of him, Carl, who didn't know about gunpowder, saw this qiē, his eyes were full of fear, not only him, as long as the people of the continent who saw this scene, they would definitely be frightened by the terrifying power on their backs, and it would be attributed to Thor's punishment.

"Haha, the power is just right! Now, you can teach them a good lesson!" Fan Ming, who came to the big pit, smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air, looked at the terrible scene around him, and said excitedly in his heart: "This is a cross-era thing after all!"

Fan Ming originally wanted to make both artillery and muskets, but due to the limited casting technology, the blacksmiths had not yet mastered the casting of iron pipes, so it was difficult to cast them for a while.

"Haha! Jill will make our Fretikor's nirvana! When I summarize the technology of casting iron pipes and the cold forging technology, we can make even more terrifying weapons!" Fan Ming pulled Jill and said excitedly: "However, this must be kept secret, the method of mixing gunpowder cannot be written on paper or anything, you can only remember it with your brain, beware of leakage, otherwise it will be a disaster!" Fan Ming said worriedly, in fact, Fan Ming's worries are superfluous, in this era, no one would have thought that the power of Thor's anger could be made with these bird droppings and cow dung, so even if they got the formula or the explosive package itself, they would not use it, let alone imitate it......!