It was just after half past eight o'clock in the evening, outside the main entrance of Moon Lake Manor

More than 300 cadets galloping on horseback had gathered here, drawing their swords and ignoring the few terrified guards behind the main entrance of the manor.

At the head of the queue, Lawrence stepped forward and glanced down at his pocket watch, which had taken almost an hour and a half for everyone to arrive.

Thanks to the Charles' current control of the Students' Federation, before leaving the Academy, Lawrence requisitioned a number of horses from the stables of the Military Academy in the name of the Students' Association, so that the cadets could rush to the town of Torsy as quickly as possible.

Although horses were not allowed to gallop on the streets of Paris, when the police and soldiers along the way saw the identity of the riders, they did not dare to stop them.

After all, if these cadets enter the police force after graduation, they may not be able to become their superiors in a few years, and the police soldiers can only turn a blind eye and treat it as if the Paris Military Academy is conducting some kind of special training.

"Gentlemen..."

Lawrence turned over and dismounted in front of the main gate, casually handed the reins to Duke Charles behind him, and greeted the guards behind the door:

"Your master invited me to meet here, please open the door and let me go."

A captain-looking guard stepped forward and shuddered before he could speak.

It was really that the three hundred black cavalry behind Lawrence were too oppressive, especially the swords in their hands, even on this dark and windy night, they could glimpse bursts of cold light reflected from them.

The captain of the guard had never seen such a scene, they usually dealt with a few thieves and thieves at most, and only encountered a desperate robber in a few months, and they had never seen three hundred menacing cavalry gather outside the door.

Especially the uniforms on the other side, although they are far away, and the guards can't see the military academy logos on the cadets clearly, the unified army uniforms on their bodies still convey a chilling fact to the guards:

This is not a rabble of bandits and robbers, but a real elite regular army cavalry.

Although the guards were well-equipped—muskets and sabers—and even wore a not-so-cheap piece of breastplate armor, they would never want to clash with the cavalry.

The captain of the guard choked nervously for a long time before he stumbled:

"Sir... Oh no, sir, we have already sent for the Earl, so I beg you to wait a moment."

Duke Charlie on the side couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, and he drew his sword with an unkind face and stepped forward and said:

"It's not like hospitality to turn guests away, and although our feud with Count Isaac has nothing to do with you, if you dare to stand in your way..."

Pointed at the tip of his nose by Duke Charles's dangling blade, the captain of the guard swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his eyebrows full of panic.

The more than ten students in the front row also turned over and dismounted with great tacit understanding, stepped forward with an indifferent expression, unabashedly pulled out the pistol on their waists, and began to reload in front of these guards.

At this moment, the students who had already arrived at the Moon Lake Manor had no worries in their hearts, and they had only one thought at this time, to rescue the respected Chairman Bertier from this cage at all costs.

As for the consequences of this, they have no time to think about it.

The students only know that no matter how severe the punishment awaits them, they will stand shoulder to shoulder and bear it all.

Behind the gate, the guards were completely panicked, not to mention that a few of them were simply not capable of stopping the next cavalry battalion, and the arrival of this army alone had already made these guards think about it:

Who the hell did the Earl provoke?!

"Don't be impulsive, sir, don't be impulsive... I'm just..."

The captain's tone began to tremble uncontrollably, and he stepped forward tremblingly, without any willingness to resist or mediate.

After all, they are all just domestic servants who take money to do things, and there is no need to be here for dozens of silver coins a month

Lay down your life.

And just as the captain of the guard had just removed the iron lock at the main entrance, before the students could enter the manor, they suddenly heard a thunderous shout in the distance:

"Who the hell is spreading wild in my mansion?!"

Hearing this roar, the captain of the guard was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look behind him happily.

I saw that on the path of the manor, dozens of domestic servants with torches surrounded the gritted Count Isaac, and walked briskly towards here.

And behind them, they were closely followed by a group of murderous guards in armor and halberds.

The Count of Isaac's face was cloudy, and while squinting at the army in the distance, he said to himself:

"Damn it, which madman would do such a thing... The White Shirts of Les Invalides... Do you think this will scare me?"

Count Isaac, who had hurried to the scene, frowned and glanced at the cadets, and since it was already dark, he could barely recognize that it was indeed an army uniform, so he shouted angrily:

"Did the old men from the Invalides trick you here? Who is your commander?! Don't you know that this manor house is the mansion of my Earl of Isaac!"

Behind the Count, more than fifty guards armed with spears also spread out, forming a fan shape that arched Count Isaac in the center.

Although compared with the more than 300 soldiers outside the door, these more than 50 people seemed a little weak, but they did not have the slightest nervousness, on the contrary, they seemed to be extremely familiar and skillful.

After all, these guards knew very well that even if a general led an army here, he would not dare to openly disadvantage his master, they just needed to put on a show.

Including the group of soldiers outside, this group of fools is only a force on the outside and on the inside, and even if they were given ten times the guts, it would be impossible to do anything to the honorable Count of Isacac, an administrator of the Île-de-France, and a real minister of state.

In the eyes of Count Isaac, the only people in the military force who are likely to come to him for trouble are the whiteshirts who hate him at the Invalides.

It's just that Count Isaac really didn't expect that the group of whiteshirts was so stupid as to use this trick to scare themselves.

Do they think that by letting a junior take an army around their estate, they will be able to force them to abandon their land dispute? It's stupid.

"Invalides? Ahh

Lawrence also quickly understood Count Isaac's misunderstanding, so he shook his head with a smile and said:

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lord Earl, I'm not old enough to retire in the Invalides, and I'm just here at your invitation."

In a fit of rage, Count Isaac was stunned, and then continued to look at the military academy logo on Lawrence's cuffs with wide eyes.

"Hahahaha, you!"

The Count of Isaac burst into laughter, and his anger was swept away, as if he had seen some unexpected performance in the theater:

"You're Charles Polnaba? So these people are all cadets of the Paris Military Academy? Hahaha!"

If the whiteshirts had planned the march to intimidate, then the Earl of Isaac would have been outraged by the bottomless and stupid tactics of the other side.

But if the group of people outside was a group of unfinished cadets, then Count Isaac would only feel completely ridiculous.

These innocent young people, do they think that after a few days of learning to shoot in a military school, they can turn their guns on others with impunity?

This is Île-de-France, boys, power is the hard currency here, and fists are useless.

Lawrence smiled at the Earl of Isaac, and watched him laugh as if he were inhaling laughing gas, and waited calmly for his annoying laughter to subside.

The taunted cadets were already ashamed and angry, and they all held their swords in their left and their guns in their hands, staring at the arrogant Count Isaac, eager to shoot him in the head right now.

"I'm sorry, boys, it's been a long time since I've seen you like this

Meaning of the young man... Look at you, one by one, you want to eat me alive."

Count Isaac directly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, slowly flattened the raised corners of his mouth, and sneered at the fully armed and tiger-eyed students:

"But you can't, because I'm a nobleman, I'm an earl, I'm a minister! Savor this powerless frustration, boys, and go back to where you came from, and while I'm in a good mood now, I'll not hold you accountable... Oh, but except for you, Charles Polnaba, and your friends..."

Lawrence interrupted with a light smile:

"Speaking of my friend, Lord Count, a cadet named Bertier should be on your manor by now."

"Ah! Bertier, yes, that's the name, of course he's here." Count Isaac's face was grim, and he smiled grimly like a ghoul:

"He's having fun with my son, his old classmate, and it's in the dungeon of this manor, and the three of you want to join them, right?"

Lawrence's eyes narrowed, and although his face did not change, a murderous aura had already arisen.

The rest of the students were even more furious when they heard this, and they were eager to rush into the manor and rescue him at the thought that Chairman Bertier was being abused by Gul at this moment's feet.

Crown Prince Louis trembled with anger, and the long sword in his right hand pointed straight at the Count of Isaac not far away.

However, everyone resisted the urge and turned their attention to Charles Polnaba at the forefront.

"Lord Earl, I have a proposal." Lawrence said in a deep voice:

"If you can release Berthier and make amends for the injustice he has suffered, I think it can be done today."

"Huh? Hahaha compensation? Stop? No, you're such an interesting person!" The Count of Isaac burst out laughing uncontrollably again:

"I've decided, I'm going to cut off your limbs, then heal your wounds, and leave you in the manor as a clown, I won't be short of jokes in my life hahaha!"

Not only Count Isaac, but even the servants and guards around him couldn't help but smile mockingly.

This fool, he still thinks he has room to negotiate with Lord Earl?

"So you refused?" Lawrence asked knowingly, and at the same time unhurriedly removed the precision pistol from the hand of Major Trefali at his waist and calmly began to load.

"Nonsense! Polnaba, do you really think you can do whatever you want with a bunch of cadets on my estate? This is Paris, fool!"

The Count of Isaac laughed heartily:

"It's a good thing that young people have courage and momentum, but I also want to teach you a lesson, young people don't be too arrogant!"

"Aren't you angry and young people?"

Bang!

Before the words fell, he heard a sudden explosion of gunfire in the flat ground.

I saw Lawrence raise his hand and shoot at the Count of Isaac, the wisps of white smoke from the muzzle of the gun had not yet dissipated, and it was like a light mist in the faint moonlight.

Everyone froze for a moment, and there was silence inside and outside the manor, and only the echo of the gunfire could be heard over the lonely field.

A second later, a heart-rending howl tore through the silence:

"Ahh My leg! My leg! It's bleeding!"

Count Isaac's right leg went limp, and he fell to the ground so suddenly that even the servants beside him were startled by the sound of the gunshot, and they didn't even have time to help him.

Lawrence glanced at Count Isaac, who was clutching his calf in a pool of blood and wailing, and the shot was also intentional for him to avoid the vital point.

And when the students were also overwhelmed by the gunshot, Lawrence immediately ordered in a deep voice:

"One company stayed outside to watch over the horses and guard the surroundings, and two and three followed me into the manor!"

"It's... Be! Battalion commander!"

The corresponding students also woke up from a dream and immediately began to execute according to the order.

He who fell to the ground

Count Isaac was still clutching his calves and crying, how many years had passed, and how many years had he not suffered such an injury.

This long-lost pain washed over the nerves of Count Isaac, and he raised his head in agony, and was about to speak angrily, but the sight before him suddenly made him shut his mouth.

More than 200 cadet soldiers with both swords and guns lined up in two groups, and followed Lawrence into the manor in an orderly manner.

The muzzles of more than 200 pistols were all aimed at the guards of more than 50 people in front of them, including the Count of Isaac, who was guarded by the guards in the center, was also in the range of fire.

At the first command of Lawrence, the land of the manor will inevitably be stained red with blood, and the coffin makers in the city will receive dozens of new orders.

Count Isaac sat on the ground, blood still gushing from his calf wound, and two hundred pistols pointed at his head.

A cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow swam through Count Isaac's body from head to toe, a feeling of despair like falling into an ice cave that he had not felt in decades, and even made him forget to stand up for a moment.

What are they going to do...

What are they going to do?

What are they going to do!

At this moment, the only question left in the mind of Count Isaac was this.