After receiving the news from the secretary who was following Lawrence, Justice Mopp also immediately reacted that he had been put on the table.

The damned Bonaparte boy at noon didn't want to obey him at all, and it wasn't normal for him to escort hundreds of thousands of livres of silver to Versailles.

"Damn... In the worst-case scenario, the treaty that didn't give me a purpose at all might include the royal family's share of the company... Shuwasel, this bastard. ”

While thinking about it, Lord Mopp anxiously came to the stables of the Palace of Justice, and did not even have time to change into the special dress for the king, so he got into the carriage directly wearing the robes of the Chancellor.

"The only good news though... My conversation with that Bonaparte was private, and I had to explain it to the king without fear of outside influence. ”

Judge Mopu in the carriage gritted his teeth and pondered, and then suddenly remembered something, opened the door of the carriage and said quickly to the secretary outside:

"By the way, you go and tell the Duke of Richelieu the news at once!"

With that, Lord Mopp irritated and closed the door, urging the stables to set off at once.

Although Lawrence's convoy had a large number of wagons and could not have traveled too fast, Lord Mope could not control so much, and he had to get to Versailles as soon as possible.

...

The secretary, who had been ordered by Justice Mopp, naturally did not dare to slack off, rode a fast horse directly from the stable, and galloped all the way through the streets of Paris in spite of the ban by virtue of his status as an official of the Palace of Justice.

Less than twenty minutes later, the secretary informed the Duke of Richelieu's butler, who in turn immediately reported it to the Duke of Richelieu.

"Hmm... That is, Justice Mope is already on his way to Versailles? ”

The Duke of Richelieu, dressed in a silk robe, was drinking cold tea comfortably on the balcony, and he only frowned slightly after hearing the report of the housekeeper of the mansion.

The housekeeper humbly possessed himself and said:

"Yes, I left more than twenty minutes ago."

"Well," said the Duke of Richelieu, slowly placing his teacup on the round table, exhaling a long breath as if to himself:

"He should be able to cope with Versailles alone, so I don't have to rush to Versailles. But what is this Bonaparte going to do..."

The Duke of Richelieu closed his eyes and lay down in his rocking chair, thinking alone for a while without a completely definite answer.

So he said to the steward of the mansion:

"Gather all the staff in the palace to discuss and discuss, I can't make up my mind about this matter alone."

"Yes." The housekeeper replied, and then turned to carry out the Duke of Richelieu's orders.

"Slow"

The Duke of Richelieu, who was in the chaise longue, suddenly opened his eyes, and after calling the butler, he let out a long sigh and added:

"Call Falcone to the discussion, he's been negative for too long, and it's time to cheer up and get involved in some family affairs."

At the mention of his poor eldest grandson, the Duke of Richelieu's eyes could not help but show a little anger and sorrow.

In the Christian tradition, eunuchs like Count Falcone were not eligible to be heirs to the family.

That is to say, after that pistol duel, Count Falcone went from being a high-ranking duke heir to a marginal figure who was not as good as an ordinary second son.

Although the Richelieu family's wealth and power would allow him to live the rest of his life in peace and prosperity, this kind of drop from the top of the clouds to the quagmire was simply not acceptable to Count Falcone.

The servants in the palace of the Duke of Richelieu knew that in the small building where the Count lived, there were often beastly cries and screams, even in the middle of the night.

Although this grandson has been completely removed from the line of succession, the Duke of Richelieu is also unbearable with Falcone's current situation and still wants him to regain his strength.

"That lawrence bonaparte... He should start praying now, and when Choiseul falls, I will let him know what cruelty is. ”

At the thought of his poor grandson, the Duke of Richelieu gritted his teeth.

However, the housekeeper stopped in place, scratched his chin with some embarrassment, and said:

"Lord Duke, Lord Earl, he is not in the mansion, he just went out."

"Huh? Out? Hasn't he stepped out of the mansion in weeks? The Duke of Richelieu was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked.

"Uh... I had just met the Earl before I came in, and he asked me why I was in such a hurry, and I told him the news..."

The housekeeper of the mansion said carefully:

"When the Earl heard this, he stood there for a moment, and then... Please forgive me for my wording... He rushed out like crazy. ”

"Rushed out?"

Duke Richelieu's brow furrowed even tighter, and he couldn't help but snap his fingers.

And after pondering for a long time, the Duke of Richelieu still sighed and shook his head, waved his hand helplessly, but did not say anything, only motioned to the housekeeper to retreat first.

......

On the main road from Paris to Versailles, Lawrence's motorcade was moving smoothly and slowly.

At the front of the convoy was Lawrence's car, and in the carriage were also the same three people: Lawrence, Grosso and Ya'an; They were followed by two escort carriages for precision shooters and a long line of freight wagons.

Finally, two escort wagons were placed at the back of the line.

It is almost impossible to be in danger on this road from Paris to Versailles, after all, it is the only way for many dignitaries, including important officials such as the Duke of Choiseul, to travel between Paris and Versailles, but no bandits and bandits dare to do anything wrong on this road.

However, for the sake of insurance and to identify himself, Lawrence brought all the precision shooters with him.

"It's getting dark, and you won't be able to reach Versailles until sunset."

Lawrence sat in the carriage and glanced at the blood-red sunset through the window, shook his head and said:

"The meeting with King Louis will have to be told tomorrow morning."

Grosso yawned, poked his head out of the window with a big grin, glanced at the convoy laden with silver coins behind him, and then sat back in his seat and said:

"It can't be helped, the carriages full of boxes in the back can't run fast, and we estimate that it will take twice as long for this trip."

Lawrence nodded understandingly, the wagons loaded with goods were not fast in themselves, and the speed had to be deliberately controlled to prevent them from rolling over and to keep them moving consistently, which made the whole team a lot slower than usual.

"But Justice Mopp will definitely rush to Versailles after learning the news, so it seems that he can't get ahead of him, and it's okay."

Lawrence pondered silently as he waited to reach Versailles as he waited to reach Versailles.

The blood-soaked sunset was still giving its last rays of light, and the coachmen of the convoy had already hung their coal lamps on the front of the car, and the dim light made the procession move more slowly.

The convoy was still moving slowly, and all that could be heard from sitting in the carriage was the monotonous noise of wheels running over the stone pavement, which made the three people in the carriage a little sleepy.

At this moment, I saw Grosso and Ya'an suddenly feel excited, sat up all of a sudden, and looked at each other with serious faces.

Seeing that the two of them suddenly reacted so violently, Lawrence immediately swept away his tiredness, frowned and asked:

"What's wrong..."

"Shhhh

Grosso shushed with a frown, then closed his eyes and listened carefully for a moment.

"There was a sound of horses' hooves, but it wasn't from our horses, and it sounded like there were quite a few riders."

Grosso gritted his teeth, cautiously poking half of his head out of the window, observing his surroundings.

Ya'an also added nervously:

"Yes, my lord, and the voice has been following us for a while."

"So someone is following us?"

Lawrence asked a little intentionally, believing that Lawrence could trust both the experience and intuition of the two men.

Grosso struggled to look behind him for a moment, then spat out the window and said:

"I see their shadows, fuck, there are indeed people following us on horseback, estimated three or four hundred yards away."

Despite his lack of talent in combat, Lawrence reacted immediately:

The riders of the horses must have been much faster than their own convoy, and if they had only been on the way, they would have overtaken the convoy very quickly.

But according to Grosso and Yaan, they have apparently been following the convoy for a while.

"Can you see the identity of the other party?" Lawrence then asked.

Grosso squinted for a moment, then put his head back and shook it, saying:

"The black light is blind, but it must be that the comers are not good, they absolutely control the speed and deliberately follow behind, keeping a distance, boy, listen to me."

Hardly without any hesitation, Lawrence nodded directly to Grosso, having complete confidence in his abilities and loyal Lawrence.

Grosso, who had received permission from Lawrence, immediately took out his pistol and began to load, and after skillfully filling it with gunpowder and projectiles, Grosso directly stuck the muzzle of the gun out of the window and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

In the silence of the evening, a loud gunshot rang out, and the woods on both sides of the road were suddenly startled by a flock of birds.

After firing a shot, Grosso's eyes were fixed on the dozens of trailing figures behind the carriage, and then he smacked his lips and said:

"Hey, I'll just say that the comer is not good, how can a normal person hear the gunfire and run to us at a fucking speed. Ya'an! You stay in the car and protect Lawrence. ”

With that, Grosso pulled the door open and leaned out to the startled drivers and shouted:

"Hey! If you are in a hurry, stop the car slowly. And the back ones! Follow my command...! ”

Grosso was a man of experience, and in a matter of moments he organized the panicked coachmen, and formed a general circle with the carriage according to his arrangement, forming a barrier to protect the crowd.

The accompanying precision shooters immediately poured out of the carriage under Grosso's command, calmly raising their rifles and aiming ahead, and the coachmen were also assigned swords to join the battle after completing the arrangement.

Almost as Grosso finished arranging, the trailing group of riders burst out of the night.

In the light of the carriage's oil lamps, Lawrence and Grosso could see the group's clothing and grooming.

I saw that these dozens of riders were all caged under ragged black robes, and many of them just pulled a rag and put it on their bodies, looking no different from beggars in the slums.

Even the scimitars and swords around their waists were rusty, and they didn't know where they were dug up.

Some of them didn't even know how to ride at all, and as they accelerated towards the convoy, they lost their center of gravity and fell to the ground.

"Shhhh It's strange, how can there be horse bandits on this road..."

Grosso frowned and looked at the group of riders, but he didn't have time to think about it, as soon as the precision shooters were in place, the group of horse bandits had already rushed in front of him, so Grosso did not hesitate to order free shooting.

A series of gunshots exploded in the forest, and in an instant, the mounts of a dozen or so people were brought down, and the riders above fell directly to the ground and passed out.

The horse bandits who charged on their horses obviously did not expect that a single round of shooting would be able to take down almost a quarter of their manpower, and they immediately panicked.

Coupled with the obstruction of the carriages on the periphery, the horse bandits had to slow down and choose to brave the rain of bullets to squeeze into the encirclement from the gap in the horse workshop, which also made more horse bandits die under lead bullets before they could squeeze into the encirclement.

More of the bandits abandoned their mounts and rushed directly into the encirclement with swords, engaging the guards inside.

Grosso also joined the battle with his sword drawn, and with his sword skills and combat experience, fresh blood was splashed on his scimitar almost every ten seconds.

The sound of gunfire and swords rang in his ears, and inside the carriage, Ya'an had already drawn his saber and nervously swept the corner of his eye over any enemy who might approach the carriage.

Lawrence sat upright, and he saw that this group of horse bandits could not last long in front of the well-trained shooters, so he frowned and pondered while observing the situation outside:

"It's too wrong for this group of people to appear... Not to mention why there are horse bandits near Versailles, judging from their performance, they have no intention of robbing money at all..."

From following and tailgating to drawing their swords, there was no communication and persuasion in between, as if the hundreds of thousands of livres of silver coins were not important to them at all.

Even at this moment, the carriages stuffed with boxes of coins were placed in front of them as obstacles, but the group ignored the boxes and instead drew their swords and rushed to kill without saying a word.

"Looks like they're coming for me... Who would have the guts to do that..."

Lawrence touched his chin and pondered, all of this behavior was too abnormal, and it was almost deniable that it was the bandits themselves.

Although Lawrence had many political enemies, the political struggle in France was not bloody enough to kill him, and the historical Duke of Choiseul returned to his fiefdom with swagger after the fall to live a rich and luxurious life for a few years.

Especially on the way to Versailles, under the nose of Louis XV, who dared to defy the world's condemnation like this.

However, although it is not entirely certain, Lawrence already has a guess in his mind.

The battle outside was drawing to a close, and despite the brutality of the scene and the stumps and organs everywhere, Lawrence and his party only paid the price of five or six wounded to defeat this bizarre attack.

Lawrence opened the carriage door, glanced at the corpses of the horse bandits everywhere, and said silently with a gloomy face:

"Whoever instructed it, he sent me a good handle..."