- Yes, as a good commander, William knew the roar of muskets all too well. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 At the same time, he knew very well what the sound of the musket meant—the enemy. Yes, the roar of muskets came from both sides around him, that is, this was rightfully a malicious ambush!

As the shots rang out, several agents and Praetorian Guards fell limply on each sleigh - either falling off the sleigh or falling on the sleigh!

"Damn," William scolded in his heart. He believed that there were more people in the world who wanted him to die. Visigoths, Asturias, Tartarian centaurs, and dark elves, for example - but do these guys really have what it takes to reach out into this dangerous land of ice and snow?

More importantly, the actions of William and his party are not public, and William's actions are secret. And at the same time, there is no mud and water. Set off the day after the decision is made. William believed that even the most powerful fellow, even Victoria, would have to take some time to find out, and by that time she would have already arrived at Rieteryod, and she would not be able to do anything she wanted.

However, the sound of muskets on both sides of the road neutralized William's smugness - someone had foreseen his movements and had planned an ambush in advance. This was unbearable for William.

What made William even more unbearable was the meaning behind this incident.

How did this leak out, and who told his enemies about his whereabouts?

In the blink of an eye, William went through all the people who could do this, and then he didn't get a clue at all—the people who could know about it were not only him, but also Charlumi and Elise, the agents and janissaries he had chosen, their immediate superiors, and a few of his own henchmen.

Charlumi and Elise aside, the rest of the subordinates were selected after many tests. It was hard for William to imagine that they would betray him - but William also knew that there was no such thing as absolute loyalty, and he had always believed that the so-called loyalty was only because the price of betrayal was not enough. In other words, even these guys who have passed many tests are just as likely to betray. As long as the enemy gives them enough price, ha.

Wealth, women. William gave them what his loyal subordinates deserved, but his opponents could give them the price that a traitor deserved.

William knew that in material terms, he would never be able to compete with his opponents. Because of one's own expenses, the wealth of maintaining the loyalty of one's subordinates should be divided equally among each subordinate. But the wealth they need to buy traitors can be concentrated on a few people.

So......

"No, wait a minute. Let's not talk about the loyalty of these guys for a moment - the most important thing now is to defeat these enemies!"

William held back and suppressed these thoughts. I focused my energy on the present.

"--Enemy attack!"

While William was surprised, William's mind was thinking about these things, and the subordinates around him also had their own actions.

While the shots rang out, the sled procession did not stop advancing. On the contrary, the guys who drove the sleds sped up - the sleds were no better than the horse-drawn carriages. The sled does not have a flap, so it does not provide any defense bonus. Instead of stopping, engage the enemy lying in ambush on the back of the snow dunes on both sides of the road, and eat the loss of the terrain. It is better to move quickly and break out of the encirclement - the muskets of this era are not accurate enough. It's enough to hit a fixed target, let alone a moving target!

So, the choice to move forward is the right one -- only.

But the man who ambushed William naturally thought of this - in the surprised shouts of man and sled dog, the sled that rushed under the front "boom" collapsed, and the sled, the sled dog, several Janissary soldiers and agents above rushed into the big pit at once because of inertia - fortunately, after sensing this, the subsequent sled stopped as fast as possible - only the second sled that followed after it could not stop because of too much inertia, plunged into it again.

Seeing that nothing could be done, the soldiers on the second sled jumped down and rolled on the snow a few times.

"It's a pity—"

Seeing that the results of the battle could not be expanded, the commander of the ambush secretly cried out that it was a pity. However, he still gave the order immediately.

At the shrill whistle, a group of armed men rushed out from behind the snow mounds and threw themselves at the pit.

"Grenades?!"

William's pupils shrank sharply at the sight of their projectiles - the guys under his command who were wearing special, up-to-date carbon steel alloys, strengthened with holy water, must be mature enough to restrain musket projectiles. Even those big knights can strengthen their armor with their own fighting spirit, so they won't be afraid.

But grenades are different. Saturated grenade throwing attacks are more terrifying than musket volleys. The power of the explosion, the power of the shock wave, and the power of shrapnel fragments were enough to turn that pit into a living purgatory. Even the Grand Knight could not survive such a saturation attack. The guards and agents on the first sleigh must have been wiped out at this time!

The road ahead is blocked, and if you go backwards, it will take too much time to turn the sled, and it will definitely not work. There are enemies on the left and right. In other words, now William and his party have no way to escape!

The sleigh team stopped, and the agents and guards began to stand guard—unfortunately, there was little shelter here. Not even the bunkers could be found.

"Damn it, who the hell is it!"

William thought as he pushed away the Praetorian Guards who were trying to block his bullets - it was useless, he couldn't stop the grenades. Is it death for so many people to huddle together?!

So William immediately gave the order:

"Spread out—advance!Close the distance!" William said, drawing his saber as he drew his sword, exchanged a look with Charlumie, and then parted, rushing left and right towards the snow hills on both sides.

-- It is necessary to fight in close combat, and most of your soldiers are equipped with short-barreled revolvers, which are incredibly powerful at close range, but not as powerful at medium and long ranges -- Listening to the sound, the vast majority of the enemy's muskets are long guns. And it is also equipped with grenades. Attacking from a distance is not good for your team.

Despite some strange William's orders, the guards and agents complied with them as soon as possible. The soldiers then jumped off the sleigh as fast as they could, then split into two groups and rushed towards the snow hills on both sides of the road.

William's guards and agents reacted faster than the attackers could have imagined. The second musket was apparently not prepared - so the guards and agents had already attacked before they could reload the musket - and they were greeted by a round of grenade throws. At the same time, they fought back - the attackers and the Guardians made the same judgment at the same time. Two waves of grenades drew countless parabolas in mid-air, and then exploded.

As a result, the attackers suffered a big loss.

The agents and janissaries positioned themselves as light infantry. Their formations were scattered and stretched wide, and the range of grenade explosions of this era was not large. After all, the grenades of this era still use traditional black powder.

The attackers, however, were different - they were in a neat formation - ****** there could be no other choice than the regular army - but also because of the neatness of the bastards, and because of their dense formation, they suffered more casualties when faced with grenade throws.

After a round of grenade throwing, the soldiers instantly lay down almost a third.

Bombed, blasted, blown away by shrapnel, the horrific corpses were either forward, or backward, covering the entire snow mound - and then the time for melee combat was up -

The attackers roared and drew their swords—they were greeted by revolver bullets from the guards and agents. They held their guns in both hands, holding the handle in one hand to pull the trigger and the other to flick the wheel.

The Praetorian Guards, who carried their pistols close to their bodies and used their body heat to keep warm, turned the wheel six times in a row and fired six times in a very short period of time.

These guys, who have consumed tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition in their daily training, have a good level of shooting. At a close distance of less than ten meters, although not all of them can be hit, it is enough.

A 50 percent hit rate is enough to inflict heavy casualties on the enemy. Less than twenty guards and agents were enough to kill three times as many enemies as them in an instant, if not more—and a contingent of two hundred raiders, ten times as numerous as them, lay down more than fifty after a round of grenade bombardment. The losses have already exceeded half.

The eyes of the commander of the attackers were red - these penniless fellows who died like wild dogs were the best fighters! Even on a global scale! Normally, even the death of such a fellow would make people suffer for a long time, and nearly a hundred people died here!

Such an outcome is completely unacceptable. Even if he really killed William, it wouldn't be worth the loss!

"Damn!" the commander of the attacker couldn't help but curse angrily -

"-Who do you think should die, you?" it was at this moment that William's calm voice came from in front of him--before he, and several of the guards around him, could react, the guards had already collapsed on their stomachs, and each of them had a hole of blood in their throats that was congealing. Immediately after the flash of the sword, the commander felt that something was missing from him. Before he could come back to his senses, William stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and removed his chin.

"Stay here for a while. William looked at the guy in front of him who had his limbs cut off by his sword, and said coldly.