The vicinity of the workshop area has become a small battlefield, and there are constantly workers from nearby workshops rushing to arrive, and the latter are no longer bare-handed, but use tools that can be found at hand as weapons.

But even with the advantage in numbers, the Guards still have the upper hand, and the workers are brave and brave, but the soldiers of the Guards have the strength of second-order creatures even if they are naked, and under normal circumstances, it is no problem to beat them a dozen at a time.

The only thing that was a big headache for the Guards on the workers' side was the factory owners and the secretly formed factory guards, because they had firecrackers in their hands.

Fortunately, these factory guards are not good at training, and obviously they don't know how to shoot with fire, but they are shooting sporadically, and the accuracy of shooting is not very good.

Rao is like this, two more squad leaders were killed and wounded, at least there were more than one squad of soldiers killed or wounded, and the casualties of the workers were at least five times higher, and this was still when their numbers were several times superior.

The equipment and training of the two sides are too far apart, and it is not bad that the workers have not collapsed until now, all thanks to the indignation aroused by the other side before, and the support of the factory protection team.

The priest who had come with the Guards saw that the situation was not good, and he also came to his aid, he raised his hands and activated the magic technique of group healing of minor injuries, giving the soldiers a certain range around him to recover their wounds.

This was even worse for the workers, as the frontal line was finally broken by the Guards soldiers, and the musketeers could no longer calmly reload and shoot from behind.

"Ho!" a roar.

The Captain of the Guards Squadron leaped high and landed heavily in the already chaotic crowd of enemies, though he would not be trampled by the Oraphonians like the earthquake. But with the strength of this jump. directly trampled two people to death. And the moment it fell, the force of the shock shook all around, and at least ten people next to him fell involuntarily.

What's more, his target also experienced a temporary discomfort, and he almost fell due to the shock, instinctively inserting the fire gun in his hand into the ground to stabilize his body.

And what the squadron leader wanted was this, and the heavy sword in his hand, which was half a face wide, was swung out, and his head and neck were suddenly separated. Blood splattered with rage.

This scene was really terrifying, and the squadron leader grabbed the human head in his hand, which was Douglas's head, and he died with surprise and unwillingness.

"Look, what if you have a firecracker, isn't it the same as being slaughtered by Lao Tzu?" the squadron leader sneered.

He held a human head in his left hand and a giant sword in his right hand, and his body was covered in blood, like a murderer, which really frightened the workers.

Bang. At this juncture, a bullet came at the squadron leader.

The squadron leader is not a high-ranking fighter though. But there were also level fourteen or above, and his mental induction and quite good fighting instinct allowed him to react correctly, and he blocked the heavy sword in front of him in time before he began to make a dodge stance.

The first bullet didn't kill him, as it hit his heavy sword first, leaving a deep bullet mark in the blade, and then the bullet deflected off the side.

Next, the squadron leader could no longer intimidate everyone, and rolled and dodged several times in a row, dodging the next two shots aimed at him.

Hiding behind the soldiers, he broke out in a cold sweat, his body was not as hard as a heavy sword, fortunately the other party was not an official gunner at all, otherwise he might not be able to dodge.

The squadron leader first raised and then suppressed, but the whole battle situation was the opposite, the main force of the workers had been defeated, after all, they were not trained and fought on the battlefield, and after resisting for a while with the courage of flesh and blood, they were defeated by the slaughter of the regular army.

The factory guards were indeed heroic and played a huge lethal role, and the number of casualties they caused to this squadron by firing their guns was already more than that of a squadron, and the overall casualties were two squadrons, in other words, a third of the casualties to the squadron.

If this is to be passed back, this squadron will become a laughing stock, and it will be beaten so badly by a rabble of sixty or seventy factory guards who have only recently turned from peasants to workers.

"Kill them all. The squadron leader gave the order in disgust.

Without the restraint of the workers, the soldiers began to deftly approach the amateur musketeers, and after suffering a dozen or so casualties, they succeeded in knocking down nearly a third of the factory guards, who were too slow to reload, and the guns they used were not the latest rear-loading type, but the old front-loading type.

Just as the workers were beaten to the ground and the factory guards could not support it, suddenly the gunshots rang out again.

The sound of this gunfire was very different from the previous ones, not like the sporadic shooting of the factory guards before, but quite dense.

The neat body of the guards soldiers who were arresting the remaining factory guards trembled, and they fell down, at least forty or fifty people, this is not the kind of amateur level of the factory guards just now.

The squadron leader couldn't help but be surprised, and the priest was also taken aback.

In the distance, soldiers appeared from all directions.

The soldiers were not dressed in light armor like the Guards, but in lighter attire, wearing a tight-fitting black uniform with silver or gold armbands on their arms, white trousers, and high hats.

The bullets that had just killed were fired from their still smoking muskets, and the muskets in their hands were obviously the latest rear-loading guns, which were officially called muskets.

"Who are you? How dare you attack the Guards?!" the squadron leader shouted in shock and anger, this sudden appearance of the enemy is no more than the rabble just now, although the defense on their bodies looks quite weak, if they are rushed in front of the guards soldiers, it is estimated that it will be similar to cutting grass and chopping vegetables, but judging from the intensive shooting just now, even if the number of people is equal, the guards may have to suffer heavy casualties in the process of rushing closer, not to mention that the number of the opponent is obviously more than their own team, and they have surrounded themselves and others.

"We are on the orders of the Marquis Solomon and Lady Tiffany to stop you!" replied the non-commissioned officer opposite, dressed in the same attire as his soldiers, except that the soldier's armband was silver and gold, and that he wore a sailing hat, not a soldier's high hat, and that he had no narrow rifle in his hand, a short-barreled handcuff in his left hand, and a command knife in his right hand.

The squadron leader of the Guards almost had no air in his lungs, but now that the people were surrounded, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and said with a strong breath: "I ask to see Marquis Solomon, we are the Queen's Guards, and we are here by order to ......."

"Shut up, whoever you are, you must not invade the people here, let alone kill people, surrender immediately, or we will attack. ”

"Give it to me!" the squadron leader was furious, and he personally commanded his troops to charge the other side.

However, it soon turned out that this charge was stupid, and in the process of marching, it completely became a target for the other side, and people kept falling.

The musketeers, after firing their own rounds of ammunition, immediately retreated in an orderly manner, and the latter team made up for it and fired again.

When the squadron leader approached, he was surprised to find that the people around him were less than a team, especially the one around him who seemed to have been cleared, and he was the only one.

"Give you one last chance to surrender. The non-commissioned officer of Solomon's Legion on the other side said.

The squadron leader hesitated for a while, and at this moment, there was a sudden gunshot behind him, and he was startled, and subconsciously threw the long sword in his hand out of his hand, and then rolled on the spot.

Suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire, this intensive shooting was no better than the factory guard just now, only one round of bullets hit at least half of the squadron leader, so that he was bleeding all over his body, and he stood up strongly, but several gunshots rang out behind him one after another.

He barely turned around and saw the few workshop owners who were still alive, who had been responsible for the shooting and the final shot on him, and the Solomon Legion might have wanted to spare his life, but the owners didn't want him alive.

"Kill them, kill them!" was removed, and the remaining dozens of Guards soldiers surrendered.

The workers, who had just been brutally killed and scattered, regrouped and hated the remaining soldiers.

"Everyone, keep them, they are still useful. Angli, who was in charge of the command, hurriedly asked his subordinates to stop him.

"We are the new legion of Marquis Solomon, ladies and gentlemen, the last petition incident made the Marquis very distressed, he heard that this army has come out to attack you again, so he sent us out to stop them. ”

Angley's half-truths might have made people think about it for a while in normal times, but in this situation, after a thrilling battle, these workshop workers easily believed it.

At this time, the pale-faced miller Adore stood up and shouted, according to the predetermined script: "We do not support Margaret who mutilated us, the Norman family and the Lady of Solomon are eligible to inherit the throne, we support Lady Tiffany as queen!

The sound was the beginning of the storm, rekindling the determination and courage of the Guards that had just resisted, and it was rolling louder and louder.

After gaining the support of the people, the regiment of soldiers led by Angli distributed some of the muskets they had brought to those who could use them, and many more were armed with sticks and weapons they had just seized from the Guards, and slaughtered in a massive manner towards the old town of Saint-Quentin.

They disguised themselves as previously captured Guards soldiers, tricked open the gates of the old town (which also had walls and fortifications) and fought the guards.

When the battle began, more and more people were encouraged to know about it, some were prepared to join the fight, and more spontaneously participated in the fight.

The Guards, who were in charge of garrisoning St. Quentin, were rather passive, because they had never received orders from above, and the various places that had been attacked could only resist passively, but did not unite with the neighboring forces.

Solomon's musketeers, on the other hand, were always under the command of Henry, and the whole of St. Quentin was plunged into a fiery storm.

And the reason why the Guards are so passive is because their Supreme Commander is missing. (To be continued......)