Chapter 56: 4 shots

Seeing that those bandits were not afraid of failure, they mustered up the courage again, shouted loudly, and killed them.
　　 Everyone responded with a terrible silence.
　　 Only Lorraine picked up the musket, aimed at the thief who was in the front, pulled the trigger, and with a loud bang, white smoke came out of the gun. And the thief fell to the ground like he was punched hard.
　　 The thieves were suddenly shocked. Out of instinct, they stopped and hid their bodies behind the rocks.
　　 All the leaders saw this situation, and they were furious. They each wielded their knives like wheels, slapped the of the little brothers who were lying on the ground hard, and shouted.
　　 "Rush up, as long as you get close, the magician has nothing to do."
　　 "Kill it, noble magician will die with a single blow~!"
　　 "Come on. The first bounty is five hundred."
　　 "Go on. Come on. Shiny gold coins are waving to us."
　　 "……"
　　 They got the promise beforehand that as long as they complete this business, they will have a bright future in the future, and they will enjoy endless prosperity and wealth. And because of this, I tried my best to jump up and down, desperately driving away the younger brothers.
　　 Lorraine sneered when he saw the happiest boss on the hillside, and then raised the second musket. Take a glance. The trigger was triggered again.
　　 There was a loud bang again.
　　 The bandit paused abruptly, feeling as if he had been bitten on his chest. The others around him also looked at themselves with strange eyes.
　　 He looked down and saw in disbelief that there was a small hole in his chest, and blood was gurgling out.
　　 Like a classic slow motion, the long sword slowly slipped from his hand, and fell to the ground with a ‘right’ sound. Then he waved his hands in the air a few times, as if to catch something, and finally fell to the ground, convulsing for a few times and stopped moving.
　　 The bandits all around saw this situation, and they all dispersed with a ‘Hula’. Lie on the ground. No one dared to stick his head out of the ground anymore, praying to every great he knew in his heart, hoping that he would not be targeted by that murderous god.
　　 Lorraine saw them all lying on the ground, but he was merciless. He took the musket which had just been loaded with ammunition from Vera's hand and raised it again.
　　 He aimed at the thief closest to the top of the mountain. Through the sight, he saw the panicked pale face of the other party. He couldn't help but move his heart, then moved his muzzle back slightly, and then pulled the trigger.
When the gunfire sounded again, the bandits shivered, and they planned to take a look at which one of the hapless guys this time was unlucky. They heard the bandit’s miserable cry: "Help, help. My legs , My leg was broken by that thing...Help. Who will help me..."
　　 The voice was very miserable and pitiful. Although the bandits covered their ears with their hands and lowered their heads, the voice still penetrated and passed into the ears.
　　 At this time, the bandits also understood that the urging killer only killed the guy who ran in the front. Seeing Lorraine raising the musket once again, the bandits rushing in front were all afraid. After looking at each other, they turned around and ran away.
　　 Seeing them fled back, the bandits who were behind their discovered that it was now their turn to face the killer. These guys who know that sneaking and slipping, one step behind others are not fools. They also jumped up from the ground, put their heads in their hands, and ran away.
　　 The guards saw the enemy escape, but this time they were not even interested in cheering, but looked at Lorraine in surprise, as if they didn't know him. Just pulled the trigger three times and fired three shots to disintegrate the enemy's offensive, which is too powerful.
　　 Lorraine just smiled faintly, but knew in his heart. This is not entirely because I am great. These guys have never seen a musket, and have a natural fear of things they haven't seen.
　　 With the three shots of myself, each shot is a psychological war. With the first shot, the fastest runner stopped them from rushing forward. The second shot killed the boss, causing them to lose command, and the dragons had no leader. The third shot intentionally wounded the man and made him scream. Let the wailing of that person destroy the morale in everyone's hearts.
　　Only in this way, can it happen by chance.
　　 He stood on the top of the hill and looked down. However, they were surprised to find that after the bandits fled back, they did not flee in all directions. Instead, they got together again.
　　 He couldn't help frowning, what is going on? When will these gangsters like sands become so strong?
　　 Then, the answer came out by himself.
　　 I saw a group of elite warriors wearing white robes and locks separating from the crowd and appearing in sight.
　　 They first took down the leaders of the bandits who had escaped first, and then cut and killed them mercilessly in front of everyone.
　　 Seeing the corpses fall to the ground, the group of thieves made a big sensation, and then under the intimidation of their shiny swords, they all came down.
　　 Lorraine saw a black armor general at the foot of the mountain, and felt a little familiar. Suddenly remembered that he was the samurai who screamed at the gate of the city to shock everyone.
　　 "I'm pooh~!" Seeing those people next to him, Carter spit down viciously, and cursed: "This bunch of shit."
　　 Lorraine was taken aback, turned his head and asked: "Do you know that black armor knight?"
　　 Karter cursed angrily: "The guy in the black armor like a crow is the deputy commander of the Knights Templar, the high-ranking knight Nord."
　　 Lorraine didn't expect that they would dare to show up in such a fair manner, his heart sank suddenly, and he understood.
　　 Although the official bandits have been a family since ancient times. But the Holy See is no longer shameless, but still dare not tell the world so openly that they wear a pair of trousers with a group of bandits. In order not to let the news go out, they will definitely kill all of them this time.
　　 These guys are going to kill them.
　　 Thinking of this, he couldn't help but a cold flash in his eyes, and said with a sneer: "Okay, very good. I have seen shameless. But I have never seen such a shameless. It is so grandiose."
　　 He compared the distance, then reached out and picked up a musket, took a precious arrow from his pocket, and put it in. Then they raised their muskets, but when they saw the shield they were carrying, they couldn't help frowning.
　　 Those guys have already awakened, if they shoot blatantly, those guys must shrink behind the shield and act as turtles.
　　 Thinking of this, he leaned on one side among the bushes, held his breath, and then quietly raised the musket.
　　 When he aimed at the black armored knight, the knight seemed to be aware of it, his eyes flashed, and he looked warily.
　　 Lorraine didn't dare to neglect when seeing this, and immediately pulled the gun. The bullet whizzed out of the barrel.
　　 The knight under the mountain instinctively raised his hand, drew out his shield, and stood in front of him.
　　 The bullet, with great inertia, hit the shield and shook his wrist. But immediately stabilized his figure. The black armor knight poked his head from behind the shield and saw a black lead sticking tightly to his shield like a flower.
　　 The bandits saw Lorraine's shot without success, and suddenly uttered a burst of enthusiastic cheers. It seems that the killing on the mountain is not invincible.
　　 Nord stretched out his hand to remove the lead, and felt hot in his hand. There was also a deep dent on the pure steel shield, and the soreness from his wrist made him secretly startled.
However, on the surface, he still remained calm, and shouted at the mountain with the lead in one fell swoop: "The one on the mountain, no matter who you are. Just listen. You are completely surrounded by us, and you will never escape. It's gone. If you know you, you will surrender obediently. I can spare your life. Otherwise, you will go up the mountain, cut the grass and remove the roots, and leave none~!"
Standing on the top of the mountain, Lorraine cursed loudly towards the bottom: "Fuck your mother's shit. As the papal patron, you actually colluded with a bunch of bandits. You dare to leave this kind of scandal. Telling the news? I’m afraid it’s not just us, even the fools and bandits under the mountain will be killed by you afterwards, right?"
　　 The bandits were in an uproar.
　　 The white-robed warriors yelled one after another depending on the situation.
　　 "Be careful, everyone, don't be fooled."
　　 "The man on the mountain is deceiving everyone."
　　 "Don't fall into their divorce scheme."
　　 "……"
　　 Lorraine laughed and exclaimed, "Divorce? When did the holy and great Holy See become a group with the lowly bandits?
　　 The under the mountain, listen up.
　　 Did they say where they all go together afterwards, so they can get the money? Don't believe it. That's the place to kill people~EbookFREE.me~ Did they also say that they must invite everyone to drink? Be careful. That's poisonous wine~! "
Having said this, he covered his mouth with his hands, raised his voice, and shouted: "Don't forget. The proverb says, "The priest is more terrible than the vampire. Because the vampire only comes out at night, and the priest Cheating people and defrauding money does not distinguish between day and night.'"
　　 After their leader was beheaded, the bandits were already a little bit sad and worried. Hearing what he said at this time, and speaking in such detail, I couldn't help becoming more uneasy.
　　 And a group of samurai warriors were a little guilty at first, but when they saw their eyes, some of them avoided consciously.
　　 All the bandits suddenly understood. Although he didn't dare to move arrogantly when he saw the persuasive sharp sword of the other party, his eyes started to wander around, waiting for the opportunity to run away.
　　 The black armor general saw that the people on his side were unstable, and he was furious.
　　 He waved the long knife in his hand, like cutting vegetables, he chopped over a dozen dishonest bandits in a row, then pointed to the mountain, and said loudly: "Give me attack the mountain, or kill me~!"
　　 The thieves looked up at the blood stains on his knife. They were shuddering again, but they did not dare to resist and turned around. Under the intimidation of those white-robed samurai swords, they ran up the mountain shouting again.
　　 It's just that their shouts are getting louder and louder this time, but their eyes are looking around, their steps are getting smaller and smaller, and their actions are getting slower and slower.
　　 Lorraine estimated that if they waited until they rushed to the top of the mountain, it would have been until 2012.
　　
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