It was late at night, and the team chasing the fugitives was still advancing through the forest.

In the bright moonlight, the tall trees cast long shadows, and the animals that inhabit them chirp and roar in a variety of ways.

Covering a vast area of thousands of trees and plants, and inhabited by tens of thousands of species of animals and insects, the Valstad Imperial Royal Garden is a large natural museum located off the west coast of the mainland.

As the surroundings continued to change, the hussar captain noticed that the horses were moving at a slower pace, he lowered his head, shone his torch on the ground, and said, "Good! The soil here is softer, and the footprints of the suspects are clearer, which proves that we are in the right direction! ”

A young hussar asked with a puzzled face, "Sir, I can't figure it out, why don't you steal their horses when these bad guys have killed our rangers?" Why do you still insist on walking? Besides, it can be sold for a lot of money by taking the horse to the nearby market. ”

The captain replied, "Young man, do you know that the horses issued by the rangers are the same as ours, and they are all burned with the imprint of the Imperial Legion, and their ears are marked, and no merchant dares to buy stolen military horses.

Also, the northern border of the royal garden is surrounded by a fence, and there are patrols that patrol back and forth, and most of the poachers choose to walk through the forest in order to keep their movements secretive, and those bastards are very patient, and often lurk in the forest for a dozen or even a month in order not to be detected. ”

The young cavalryman smacked his tongue: "Sir, don't be angry if I don't say anything I shouldn't...... I now have some admiration for the ability of these suspects to walk through such a vast and dangerous garden, carrying poached things on their backs, which ordinary people can't do! ”

"There's nothing to hide, young man, what you're saying is the truth, these outlaws have been sleeping in the rough for many years, and have developed a good ability to survive in the wilderness, these guys often eat poached meat, so all of them are physically strong, and it is not a problem to carry heavy packages forward."

The young recruit looked a little hesitant: "If I catch them later, I will definitely deal with it, it seems that this will be a tough battle." ”

"Hahahaha!" The captain laughed and said, "Don't worry, young man, our team is the Imperial Guard!" Except that you are all a battle-hardened veteran.

And it is the guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, Lord Victor, who is known as the strongest knight in a hundred years! With him leading the team, no matter how vicious the gangsters are, they can easily deal with it! ”

(I hope so...... The recruit thought as he looked at the tall and stout figure at the front of the procession, Baron Victor's big black horse was a full lap larger than the others, and the mark left by the horse's hooves was also amazingly large, as if it had been buckled from the mouth of a bowl.

The recruit thought about the tragic condition of the ranger's corpse he had seen earlier, and couldn't help but swallow. (Although Baron Victor is very powerful, his opponents are outlaws...... Despite the strong men around him, he was still a little worried, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, the tips of his left fingers were constantly crossed on his chest, and he was chanting prayers.

Baron Wicktingströndloud rode at the front of the line, and the great black stallion he rode was still in heat, hot-tempered, and constantly snorting a hot snort, and only a mighty giant like Victor could ride such a wild mount.

In order to carry out this mission, Victor made careful preparations:

He wore a special pair of large cuirass, the front and back of the two heavy cuirass plates were firmly fastened by cooked cow straps, and he wore a bronze feathered helmet on his head, a knight's half-sword in the style of antique style hanging from his belt, a loaded flintlock pistol pinned to the holster, a new carbine in the saddle bag of the saddle, and a long-bladed dagger stuffed into his leather boots, which could be said to be armed to the teeth.

For him, the pursuit of the suspect in the middle of the night was a mere errand of ordinary difficulty, and he had carried out many more difficult tasks, and each time it was a complete success, and was unanimously praised by Her Majesty the Mother and the Ministers.

Therefore, he must not miss this time, he hopes to establish more merits in the prime of life, establish prestige in the upper echelons of the empire to strengthen his position, and use this as a bargaining chip to marry Her Majesty the Princess.

On this somewhat boring journey, Victor grabbed the reins with one hand and pulled a silver pocket watch from the inner lining of the cuirass with the other, and turned over the beautifully carved cover.

A beautiful colorful bust of a beautiful polychrome bust with a layer of crystal firmly set on the back of the case depicts a beautiful aristocratic girl with silver hair and golden eyes, who is his lover, his heart's desire, Princess Rosemary Midknight, the eldest daughter of the Emperor.

The mechanism and dial of the pocket watch itself are also meticulously crafted, and this exquisite work of art was made by a famous craftsman in Valsta, and it cost Victor a lot of money to make it, and he thought it was worth the expense in order to admire his peerless beauty anytime and anywhere.

Just as Victor was stunned by the portrait, the hussar captain next to him woke him up: "My lord! I see the fire ahead! Those bad guys! ”

Vic closed his pocket watch with a click, and his children's personal feelings were swept away, and he immediately returned to his state of concentrated work, and he shouted to his men: "The terrain here is quite flat, listen to my orders!" All of them speed up! Warn them first, make them surrender, and if they dare to resist, then enforce the law by force! ”

"Yes! My lord! ”

The guards hussars leaned down, and the spurs on the back of their boots dug deep into the horse's belly, forcing the horse to gallop.

The other party soon spotted them, and a few points of light in the distance were obviously panicked and began to run for their lives.

Where the human feet are the opponents of the horses' hooves, they are quickly brought closer.

Baron Victor warned loudly in a rough and deep voice: "Listen to the people in front! We are the Valstad Imperial Guard! There is no point in resisting, hurry up and lay down your arms and surrender! ”

The cavalry team was already very close to the suspect, and a clear humanoid silhouette could be seen, and the other party obviously wanted to resist to the end, and had no intention of stopping.

"Phew!" One of the men turned and fired a shot at the cavalrymen.

Victor felt a "boom" in his ears, and he knew that it was a high-speed projectile passing past his ear, so he shouted at his men, "Those bastards have shot!" They chose to resist the law violently! Brethren hussars, I allow you to use lethal force! On the premise of ensuring your own safety, try to leave a few alive to catch and interrogate them! ”

"Got it! Lord Baron! ”

As the horses galloped, the distance was narrowed a little closer, and Victor clearly saw the backs of the other party, everyone running wildly with torches, and from time to time someone turned and fired a shot at the pursuers.

"Oops!" A hussar corporal was shot and fell from the saddle, and he lay on the ground crying out in agony: "Brothers, leave me alone! It's just that I was shot in the shoulder, and I can't die! Go after those bastards! ”

At a distance of about thirty meters from the other party, Victor pulled out his carbine from his saddle bag, wrenched the hammer on his shoulder, calmly adjusted his breathing to aim at the target, and pulled the trigger on the suspect who fell behind, "Phew! The target fell in response.

"My lord! Well played! The hussar captain beside him praised.

The cavalrymen raised their guns and fired, and three more suspects were shot and fell.

Victor put the smoking carbine back into the saddle bag, drew his half-sword in his right hand and rushed forward, shouting:

"For the order of the Scales Country! Come on! Arrest those poachers! ”