Da-da-da-da! Kick

The sound of the horse's hooves drew closer and closer, until the fast horse came near, and Jensen jerked up the tripwire in his hand.

The person in ambush on the opposite side also seemed to have a good heart, and almost at the same time, he also pulled up the tripping horse in his hand.

The galloping horse did not expect that there would be a trap against him, and the knight on the horse did not expect this sudden change.

Sigh law ~

The front hooves of the war horse were hindered, and the whole body of the horse suddenly lost its balance and fell headlong to the front.

As for the people on the horse, they didn't even have the slightest room to react, and rushed over with the war horse.

the groove. Kick

Perhaps this was the last word in the horse's horse's heart, and then he landed on his face, his eyes went black, and he fainted.

Together with the people, the war horse slid on the ground for more than ten meters before slowly stopping.

Jensen waited a little longer, making sure that the knight did not get up again, and that there were no companions behind him, before he walked out of the bushes with Nick and the others, came to the knight's side, crouched down and rummaged on the knight's body.

After a few moments, Jensen pulled out the knight's identification on behalf of the Spanish soldier and looked at Nick.

"It's Franco's people."

"Hey! You're right, so Franco is going to stay there and wait for reinforcements? We've arrested the person who told the news, and we'll see what he does."

"Pull down the man and kill the horses, Nick, and send someone to Patrick so that he must gather his men quickly and launch an attack on Franco. In any case, that Akito must be killed, and if he can reach Mexico City safely, we won't have to live." Compared to Nick's excitement, Jensen seemed calmer. Even a little pessimistic. Kick

If Franco's whole team had come, he would have taken it easy.

Because even if they didn't care about the number of people, the traps placed nearby alone were enough for them to drink a pot, but if Franco knew how to send someone for help, it would be different.

That proved that Franco was not a person and made the best choice at the right time.

At the moment, all I saw was a group of horses, and who knows if there would be a second or a third of the messengers?

And where are they going to intercept?

Perhaps the god of luck did not favor Jensen, and the two men sent by Franco later began to go their separate ways not far from the woods.

According to Franco's arrangement, the two of them could not go the same way, and they could not go the same way as the first person. Kick

In order to prevent them from being targeted by the enemy hidden in the shadows, they will be intercepted.

"Let's separate here, let's not go the same way as Fernandez, you left or me left?" A mile in front of the woods, one knight said to another.

"You left. Take care!"

"Take care!"

The two men said goodbye to each other and spurred their horses around the woods again in the direction of Mexico City.

As it turned out, they had made the right choice, as Jensen and the others waited for a while after killing the first knight and left the grove.

Because while waiting, they did not meet the soldier who delivered the letter. Kick

There were only two reasons for this, either Franco sent only one person, or others evaded their detection.

In Jensen's thoughts, there shouldn't be many people left behind. Because Franco didn't have many guards in his ranks. It is reasonable for a soldier to report the news like this, but it is impossible to send too many soldiers, because it is impossible for him not to consider Xie Xuelong's safety.

An hour later, Jensen met Patrick and his helpers on a bridge about ten miles from the market where Xuelong was located.

"That's it?" Jensen's brows furrowed into a Sichuan character, and he looked at the more than twenty people behind Patrick and said.

"That's it? I've got my leg broken!? Originally, we didn't have many people in Spain, and how could it be so easy to gather all the people in the neighborhood in a short period of time?

Aren't there only more than 10 of them? With you, there are more than 30 of us here, and we still can't take them?"

Seeing that Jensen was not satisfied, Patrick explained in an unhappy tone.

"They were afraid that someone would come to Mexico City to report the news, and we only stopped one person, and I don't know if there was anyone else. If so, I'm afraid we'll have to attack them soon!" Kick

"What? And Franco is so smart?"

"It doesn't matter if he's smart or stupid, let's attack as soon as possible!"

"Wait!" Patrick said.

"What are you waiting for!?"

"There are a dozen more people, and they should be here soon!"

"Then wait a little longer!" Jensen frowned and looked at the sky, nodded in agreement.

In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen of his men, led by a leader, rushed over. Jensen counted the number of people, and there were forty-five of them. Even if Franco has not lost a single person since his departure, he cannot be the opponent of these forty-five people. Kick

"Jensen! Let's go?" Patrick asked.

"Let's go!"

Jensen nodded, and took the lead in running towards the situation seven or eight miles away.

The attack was even more blatant than the sneakiness of the night, and they arrived at the bazaar half an hour later. After forcibly killing the people who rushed to the market, they surrounded the inn where Xuelong lived.

"Inspector Xie, this is not good, there are dozens of people outside surrounding this building. Most of them have muskets in their hands, I'm afraid we're in danger this time!"

"Did they attack?"

"Not yet!" Kick

"Wait until they attack."

Xie Xuelong took out a pistol from his arms, checked the magazine, and looked out through the window.

Sure enough, I saw a group of red-haired men in different costumes surrounding the inn.

The old man downstairs is broken, and he screams.

"My lord! Who the hell are you, don't scare the old man and me!"

His cries didn't last long, and he ran upstairs with all his strength.

At this time, the passengers in the house had long been dispersed by Franco, and only they were on the second floor, waiting for reinforcements to arrive. Kick

But the reinforcements did not come, but they waited for the enemy.

Jensen and the others didn't let them wait long, and after a little regrouping, they rushed towards the courtyard. The people on Franco's side upstairs couldn't help it and opened fire on them.

Jensen's side was not ambiguous and immediately fought back.

Gunshots crackled upstairs, gunshots, and even into the house through the windows.

"Inspector, stay away from the window!"

Franco prevented several of his men from fighting back, but he was still concerned about Xie Xuelong's safety.

Xie Xuelong was very calm, moved a chair and sat down facing the door. Kick

In his hand, he was still holding the pistol given to him by Zhu Youzhen.

In my heart, I silently calculated how many enemies the bullet in my hand could kill,