Late at night, the streets of the royal capital were silent.

The civilians were expelled from their homes, and the gendarmes assembled in a line, armed with muskets, at all important checkpoints and streets.

Sane Bites, the head of the Central Gendarmerie Corps, led the team to guard the road leading to the royal government.

On both sides are the stone carved buildings, the exquisite reliefs are graceful in the firelight, the look is different, the road is paved with marble stone bricks, and the road is planted with purple hydrangeas, which is very open and atmospheric.

After all, it is the most luxurious street in the royal capital, and the nobles have painstakingly decorated this street with great splendor for their own grandeur and face, and the government hall at the end of the road, the arch ribs and supporting stone pillars that are wide open and closed have been painstakingly designed, and the solemn statues of gods give people a kind of majesty and sacredness that cannot be offended.

But Sane had no intention of admiring these beautiful master carvings, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stared at the empty street corner in front of him.

In front of him, there were a line of gendarmes, armed with muskets, in two rows, the front row crouched and the back row stood upright, all neatly holding the latest muskets, aiming their guns at the end of the corner.

"Don't panic! The enemy is just a rebel training corps! Their three-dimensional motorized devices have been confiscated, and they are only targets in front of our muskets! ”

Sane spoke loudly, as if that would hide his inner turmoil.

He was in charge of the last line of defense, and in front of him, there were several teams in charge of defense, and a group of men patrolling the streets of the royal capital, looking for the movement of the rebels.

It stands to reason that Sane does not need to worry, the king has 2,000 gendarmes and 3,000 garrison soldiers, a total of 5,000 troops.

The number of survey soldiers is only 500 people.

Although I don't know how those guys escaped through the Wall of Sheena and from the guards of the gendarmes, no matter how you think about it, 500 people can't fight against 5,000 people.

That's a tenfold difference, ten people around one person, each spitting, that person should kneel on the ground and obediently admit defeat.

The disparity in numbers is no joke, Sane, as a senior central gendarmerie who has dealt with all kinds of "incidents", knows all too well what the so-called fighting is all about.

According to his expectations, all the rebels of the Investigation Corps should have been arrested at this time, and the other teams should have sent someone to send a message and lift the guard.

But... Sane has not been waiting for news of the victory...

This made him more or less uneasy, and guarding this prosperous street gave him an invisible pressure.

I always feel... Some are too quiet...

What the hell are the other teams doing?

Do you have a good job?

He flicked his boots restlessly, trying to get a cigarette out and smoke.

But suddenly, his pupils contracted.

Around the corner appeared a man, only one person, dressed in the garb of a gendarmerie.

Not an enemy, Sane knew him, the man was the messenger of the message, and was running towards it.

Was it the gendarmerie victory?

Or have you discovered the location of the rebels, so you're here to ask for help?

Yes, he must have come to ask for support, looking at the messenger's face, he seemed to be very nervous, it was really a useless thing, obviously he had an advantage in numbers and equipment, and he actually let the rebels come around here.

It shouldn't have been for the rebels to escape, so let's ask for the guilt.

Sure enough, after a long time of comfort in the royal capital, people have become dull...

Sane saw that his friend relaxed slightly, but the messenger suddenly shouted far away, and it was difficult to describe his expression, his nose and eyes huddled together, and tears and snot flowed out.

He fell to his knees as if he had broken down, crying and shouting in this direction, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"I'm sorry..."

"If you want to live, drop your weapon..."

He said something of unknown meaning, as if he was crazy.

Sane and the gendarmes simply couldn't understand what he was doing, why he was crying, why he was yelling, just... I was attracted to him for a moment.

And then... What awaited me was a rain of bullets.

Dozens of people tumbled out of the street corner, each with strange weapons in their hands.

Sane was suddenly stunned, that dwarf, he wouldn't admit it, it was Levi, who was known as the strongest human being!

"Fire ——!!!" ×2

Almost at the same time, Sane and Levi gave the order to open fire almost simultaneously.

The gunpowder exploded, and the projectile was shot out of the muzzle of the flintlock pistol, like a spinning marble, flying in mid-air.

Sane and the gendarmes were still a beat slower after all.

No... When sparks erupted from the metal nozzle of that strange weapon, everyone realized that it was not their muskets that were a beat slower, but the enemy's muskets, too fast.

Bang bang!!

Dense gunfire rang out, the gendarmes' muskets hit the walls and the ground, they were in too much of a hurry, the accuracy of such distance muskets was very poor, they lost the opportunity to strike first, and if they wanted to shoot again, they needed to reload the gunpowder and reload the projectiles.

And the AK-47 is different, the black-gold metal barrel roars wildly.

Bullets poured out frantically, and although the crosshair was not high, it did not give a respite at all.

In the rain of bullets, blood flowers bloomed one by one, and one by one the gendarmes fell, and there was no time to change ammunition.

"Your commander has been killed, and those who surrender will not be killed!" Levi shouted to surrender.

The morale of the gendarmes collapsed in just a few seconds, and they finally understood why the messenger had such an expression, because the messenger was a survivor of hell.

Fearing death, the surviving threw down their muskets and knelt on the ground like the messengers, clutching their heads at the sound of the gunshots, closing their eyes only to the smell of gunpowder and sweet blood in the air.

The gunfire stopped, and Levi pointed the muzzle of the AK-47 at the men.

"Put your hands up, then stand up and go to the wall!" Levi ordered.

No one dared to disobey him, in front of the gun, everyone was equal, they lined up by the wall, their hands tied behind their backs, became prisoners of war.

Levi looked at the captured gendarmes, and then at the AK in his hand, and there was an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Petra."

"Yes, Commander, do you have any orders?"

"Go and inform Erwin and that little imp, the road to the royal government has been opened."

"Yes, I'll go now."

Levi stepped on the flintlock musket and looked at the tall building in front of him.

"Leave ten people here to meet the rear troops, and the rest of the people, follow me in and find out all the nobles."

"Yes!"

The investigators responded neatly.