Almodo was followed by nine men, each with a spear on their backs.

The invention of gunpowder weapons in this world benefited from alchemy before the germ of science, and some warlocks with talent and bent on getting rich threw themselves into the vigorous wave of alchemy. By combining various materials, they try to turn some worthless stones into priceless gold. In countless attempts, many derivative products with great value were born, and gunpowder is one of them.

Over the past hundred years, ** has been constantly modified to open mountains and blast rocks. A guy named Merktor accidentally ignited the gunpowder contained in the copper pipe, causing the sealing head at one end to shoot far away, thus inventing the first stage of gunpowder weapons.

Once one thing can affect the balance of victory in the war, it will inevitably attract unprecedented attention.

In the past 100 years, gunpowder weapons have developed extremely amazingly.

It took less than fifty years to develop from an initial range of less than 50 meters to an effective range of more than 150 meters. During this period, there were all kinds of weapons, some comical and some staggering, but both the Turman Empire and the other two huge states eventually pointed to practicality in the choice of weapons.

The barrel of the gun is one meter long, without fancy decorations, the rate of fire is five rounds a minute, and the optimal firing range is one hundred and fifty meters. In this way, a thing that looks like a civilized stick has become the king of the battlefield.

And Almodo is the best guy in the LTTE with guns.

At this time, they were still about a kilometer away from Rossi, lurking in the woods. According to Almodo's plan, Rossi and the others should come to this grove around the time the sun sets, and they will also launch the sharpest ambush at the moment when Rossi and the others set up camp. But what Almodo didn't expect was that Rossi and the others actually stopped before the sun set and set up camp in the wilderness, which made his ambush plan completely fail.

The weeds in the wilderness were dense and at night, causing problems with the use of gunpowder weapons, at least the half-man-tall weeds that would interfere with vision. Once you can't hit someone, the opponent will completely disappear from sight as long as he bends down slightly.

After hesitating for a long time, Almodo finally decided to take the initiative.

The moonlight is like water, the white moonlight hangs like a waterfall above this world, and the faint light makes the whole grassland look like a magnificent sea. The wind blows, and the weeds are pressed down and then stretched, like ocean waves.

Dressed in gray tights, the group bent over the wilderness and moved quickly, the rustle of running through the grass was just muffled by the sound of the wind.

The faint glow of the fire on the hill in the distance pointed the way, allowing Almodo to find his place without much effort.

"It's not the right number!", Almodo watched from a distance for a moment, and lowered the telescope in his hand. His face sank like water, and his eyes flowed.

According to the information given to him by the boss Santos, there were a total of eighteen or nineteen people in Rossi's party this time, including three knights and more than ten ordinary priests. However, according to his observations, only four men could be seen in the camp of the hill, and they were sitting around the campfire, with a small round shield attached to their legs and shoulders, just to cover the vital points of their bodies. Rosie should not have come out of the carriage, but where did the others go?

Amodo's years of assassination career gave him a faint feeling of trepidation in his heart, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at him from an invisible place, which made people feel creepy.

He gritted his teeth, raised his hand and pressed it weakly, and the nine people behind him immediately fell to the ground. He was waiting, tempting.

Time passed little by little, and the night became darker, and in the second half of the night even the sound of insects gradually disappeared, and the whole wilderness was silent, and even the wind seemed to be tired, and stopped running like a wilderness.

Almodo's eyelids began to become heavy, and at the moment when he almost fell into a deep sleep, he pierced a piece of skin behind his waist with a steel stab, and the sharp pain drove away the sleepiness in an instant, and the whole person was awake. The people behind him all had their own means, and they all forced themselves to come to their senses.

Almodo quietly untied the spear from his back, silently opened the clasp, and slightly broke the magazine, and a brass bullet happened to be stuck in the gun boring. He closed the gun and pulled the trigger hard, lowered his body and slowly walked towards the hill.

Their target was Rosie, but Rosie wasn't in sight anywhere, and the only thing on the hill was the small carriage. Because of the presence of shelters, no one could see the specific situation in the carriage, so Almodo decided that the target of the first round of shooting was the carriage. A salvo of ten guns, no matter how unlucky, can always hit one or two shots. They approached the hill slowly, half-crouching on one leg and holding the elbow holding the gun, the swaying weeds in the way, always obscuring his vision.

He frowned slightly, raised his hand, and moved a little closer. At this time, he was about ninety meters away from the carriage, and ten people lined up, and these people had carried out many assassinations together with Almodo, and they had a very tacit understanding. They divided the carriage into ten sections, aiming at one of them in the order in which they were arranged.

Almodo's raised hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and everyone began to aim, proofreading the heart.

About five or six seconds later, Qi Qi's gunshots rang out, completely alarming all the animals in the entire wilderness that had fallen into a deep sleep.

The small carriage was torn apart by the screaming bullets, and the sawdust of the pierced carriage flew everywhere and cracked with an overwhelming squeezing sound.

Almodo gritted his teeth, his ring finger hooked the hook lock, and the hand holding the gun clenched the handle of the gun and slammed it downward, and the whole gun was suddenly separated from the magazine and turned ninety degrees along the hinge. Then he quickly pried open the dead bullet case with an iron bar like a screwdriver hanging in front of his chest, and with a strong warp, the empty and hot bullet case was pried open, and he quickly took out a bullet from the gaiter and squeezed it back into the magazine, and the hand holding the handle of the gun picked it up hard, and the gun was closed together again.

Pulling the trigger, ten men ran with guns in hand, they needed to confirm the results.

Alexander, who was awakened by the sound, opened his eyes suddenly, and a hideous look suddenly appeared on his face. He slammed his fist into his chest and roared an oath of strength, and the four people around the campfire lit up with a faint glow.

In fact, Rossi had told Alexander and Arrez before leaving Greentown that they would most likely encounter an ambush from the Tigers. But what I didn't expect was that the Tiger Society would actually dispatch more than ten spears. In the empire, gunpowder weapons have always been controlled weapons, and people are not allowed to possess them privately, and once discovered, it is a serious crime to kill the head.

Rossi thinks that Santos is most likely to arrange for a team to hide in the middle of the road and solve them with cold weapons.

But it was clear that he had guessed wrong, and he had underestimated Santos' determination to get rid of him.

If someone survives this time, then Santos will have to shed a layer of skin.

The imperial aristocracy would not allow a man like Santos to have a large number of guns, especially spears. Santos is a dog kept by the nobles, and for the owner, the dog needs to have a deterrent effect, but it must not pose a threat to his own safety. If one day they don't need Santos anymore, they should be able to get rid of him easily, instead of being killed by him with a spear that jumps over the wall.

Santos dared to expose his armed forces in front of Rossi, indicating that he had no intention of keeping Rossi alive at all.

Alexander bent over, holding a round shield to protect his vital points, and with his head down, he ran towards the place where the shots rang out. He didn't dare to get on the horse, at this time the horse was the target, even if he was confident in his physique and the chain mail was not afraid of bullets, he still didn't dare to take risks. It doesn't matter if he dies, Rossi can't die, it's something that the archbishop personally gave him an account.

Fortunately, this is a wilderness, and most of them are half-human-tall weeds, which are pure natural barriers.

The three of them rushed towards where Almodo was, and Almodo saw the violently shaking grass and heard the sound of running footsteps. They no longer hid their whereabouts, but stood up one after another, raising their guns and shooting.

Alexander rushed first, the bullet whizzing and slamming into his shield, and a huge force was transmitted down the shield to his body. His pace of running paused, and his speed slowed.

The spark created by the collision of the bullet and the shield was like a beacon that pointed out his position, and there was a burst of gunfire, and seven or eight bullets were concentrated on Alexander.

This is the sorrow of cold weapons against hot weapons, suppressed to death.

After a loud noise, Alexander fell to the ground, in fact his body was not directly shot and his head was fine, but he was hit in the calf. A bullet tore through the thin iron armor, taking away a piece of flesh from his leg and causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

The two knights behind them did not stop because Alexander was knocked down, and they knew very well that if they could not cut into the opposite gun formation as quickly as possible, they, as well as Hano and Rossi behind them, would probably suffer.

Almodo sneered contemptuously twice, spat out, and skillfully and quickly withdrew the empty cartridge casings and replaced them with bullets, raising his gun again to aim.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in the faint moonlight, and Almodo broke out in a cold sweat.

One of his men threw down his weapon and pounced on him, a puddle of blood exploding in the air with a tearing sound. Warm, fishy-sweet blood splashed on his face, and if it wasn't for the cover of his subordinates just now, he wouldn't have been able to avoid that knife at all. He tilted his head to look behind him, where a guy in a dark gray bodysuit was on three legs, the only one raised holding a long knife in his hand.