Chapter 40 Big People

The robbers probably felt that they were numerous, so they did not take this small team seriously. They rushed over with simple swords and sticks. The reason why they were so crazy was that they were attracted by the things in the caravan. The Stedene knights and cavalry immediately rode their horses to defend on both sides of the caravan, while the armed servants stayed in the fortress surrounded by caravans, holding hand cannons waiting for orders.

"Sir Earl, what is that in your servant's hand? Is it a stick?" Masimilk asked curiously. He thought these servants had no weapons, so they used ordinary wooden sticks, which was normal. After all, those excellent weapons would only be provided to excellent warriors, but the servants held a strange fuse in their other hand.

"Wait a minute and you will know what that is for, haha." Schwab rode on the horse and smiled mysteriously at Masimirk, and then said this, which aroused the prince's curiosity. Could this be a powerful weapon?

"Kill~~~~." The robbers shouted loudly, holding their weapons toward Schwab and others who were solemn. The roars of more than one hundred people made Massimilk and his companions nervous, but on the other hand, the cavalry and knights under Schwab were very calm, and the armed servants also held hand cannons and waited quietly for orders. The Ranger Knights under Massimilk suddenly felt that these servants might be soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time, and that kind of solemnity was beyond the possession of ordinary servants.

"Preparation, launch~~~~." A man who looked like a sergeant looked at the robbers running fifty steps away from the caravan convoy, then pulled out his sword and ordered the servants. The servants picked up the fuse in an orderly manner and blew a few breaths. The shiny fuse was placed in the gunpowder groove in the middle of the hand cannon. There was only a loud noise. The hand cannons in the servants' hands made a loud noise, smoke and fire. The robbers who were attacking ahead were frightened by the fire and the strike of the projectiles. Looking at their companions who were pierced by the projectiles, many robbers began to hesitate.

"Neal~~~." Masimilk and his companions' horses were frightened by the sudden sound. Fortunately, these knights quickly grabbed the reins of the horse. Although they were also scared by the weapon, the knight spirit honor and responsibility made them sedate.

"God, Lord Earl, what weapon is this?" Masimilk grabbed Schwab's cloak with a pale face and asked in surprise.

"Don't panic Sir Simon, this is just a firearm." Schwab comforted the guest who met by chance. After the robbers were hit, many people began to want to retreat because they had never seen such a weapon. At this time, a big man in chain armor appeared from the robbers. He waved the long-handed axe in his hand and shouted loudly at others. Under his shout, the robbers who began to retreat muster up the courage to move forward. Taking advantage of this gap, the servants immediately took out the pig-haired brush hanging around their waists, cleaned the gunpowder residue in the hand cannon, then reloaded the projectiles and gunpowder, waiting for the second round of launch.

"Is this terrible weapon really a human weapon?" Masimilk asked curiously.

"Of course." Schwab, who was unwilling to reveal more, said with a smile.

At this time, the robbers attacked the edge of the caravan fortress. The sergeant commanded the servants to fire the second round of hand cannons. The loud noise immediately sounded. Because the huge force caused by the projectile was pushed by gunpowder, the man in chain armor rushed to the ground. The impact force even made him bounce. Then his body became a strange twist and fell to the ground. The robbers who were killed were stunned. You must know that those who could be the leader were still a few tricks. The reason why they were so rampant was because their leader was once an officer under a nobleman. Although the leader wearing chain armor was often injured, he was killed in one round this time. Damn, that was a very expensive chain armor. There was no problem with those small iron rings blocking dozens of sword slashes.

"Attack, kill them." Schwab waved his fists and ordered the knights and cavalrymen.

"Go to him~~~." The knights and cavalry who received the order yelled wildly, waved maces and scimitars, rushed into the middle of the robbers who had lost their morale, causing a bloody storm, and the robbers were scraped off by the maces and tragic. The robbers whose throat was cut by the scimitar was galloping by the scimitar, turned the battlefield in front of them into a one-sided slaughter field. The tragic situation made Masimirk and his friends unable to bear to watch.

"Sir Earl, this is the most exciting battle I have ever seen." The knight who was following Massimilk said sincerely to Schwab.

"Ah~~~." The knights and cavalry who defeated the battlefield looked for survivors among the lying enemies and then mercilessly killed them. The servants put down their hand cannons and packed up the battlefield. In fact, these servants were dressed by Mark's hand artillerymen, and cleaning up the spoils on the battlefield was also one of their benefits.

"If I read it right just now, the weapon in your servant's hand actually penetrated the chain armor?" The careful Masimilk asked Schwab.

"Oh, that, haha, of course." Schwab knew that the firearm could penetrate ordinary armor, but there was a distance limit. He must have not created a more advanced smoothbore gun yet, but this kind of thing was not worthy of being told by outsiders.

"Incredible, incredible." The Rangers said, shook their heads, while Masimilk lowered his head and pondered. This battle really opened his eyes. An ordinary servant holding a hand cannon in his hand cannon could kill a warrior in chain armor. And so on, wouldn't it mean that more hand cannon users, even elite knights can kill. This fighting method, which is completely different from the royal military education, made the young prince's head turn for a while. You must know that he is a fanatical knight follower. For the display of armor defense and force of the knights on the field, the prince once thought that the knights were the most invincible army. Therefore, he always wanted to build a powerful team of knights, but it required huge wealth support. It was this point that the royal family lacked, which made the prince regret it.

"If I could have such a team, maybe my long-term wish would be fulfilled." Masimilke thought this secretly, but he also knew that this Earl of Stedetin was not a direct vassal of the royal family. According to the medieval rules, my vassal of my vassal was not my vassal. In other words, although the Duke of Han Ruowei was a vassal of the king, Schwab, as the vassal of Han Ruowei, would not obey the royal family's orders. Schwab only needed to obey the Duke of Han Ruowei, so the prince could only sigh in great depression.

"Your Highness, why are you feeling depressed?" Masimilk's follower saw the depressed prince and asked quickly, of course, using language that Schwab and others could not understand.

"I really hope to let this Earl of Stocking serve me, but he is not my father's vassal." The prince said with a frown.

"Haha, it turns out that this is the case. Your Highness doesn't have to worry. Although he is not your father's vassal, don't forget that the eldest son of Duke Han Ruowei is your good friend. Also, this count seems to have a good impression of you. Why don't you establish an intimate personal relationship with him? In this way, if you give him a royal title in the future, can you successfully win over him and his army?" The knight in person gave the prince an idea.

"This is such a good idea." Massimilk, who was enlightened by his own follower, became happy again. He immediately stepped forward and walked side by side with Schwab, trying to leave a good impression on the strange count.

In the subsequent itinerary, Prince Masimirk successfully became Schwab's friend with his talkative eloquence and some strange stories in the south. Schwab's endless fresh words and ideas also surprised the Prince Masimirk. Both sides gradually approached Hanruoweiburg in a friendly and happy manner. The town of the Duke of Hanruowei was still as lively as Schwab had seen when he left. The winding and narrow streets could only judge the time by the sound of the church bells in the dim streets. Schwab and his group rode on horseback and headed to the gate of the inner city. The guards saw Schwab's flag and knew that it was the earl from Stockingshire and immediately let it go. Masimirk pretended not to know that he followed Schwab after he was confused.

"Welcome, Count Stedetin." After entering the inner city, a court official from Duke Hanrowei quickly received Schwab and others, and then arranged residences for his servants, and Schwab's accommodation was close to the duke's residence.

"Ah, this is my friend, they will be with my people." Perhaps in order to let Masimirk see the inner city of Duke Hanruowei, Schwab said to the officials, and Masimirk's polite appearance showed his noble status as the other party. The officials did not dare to neglect and quickly arranged a residence for Masimirk.

"Thank you for your kindness, so that I can see this fortress so close." Masimilk said to Schwab with a teasing mentality. Schwab had no idea what was going on, and thought it was the humility of this young nobleman.

"You're welcome, if you have any more, please come and find me." After Schwab said that, he took his servant to his room, and the long journey made him exhausted.

"Hey, wait a moment, turn around." When Masimirk and his relatives were preparing to walk through the courtyard to his residence, they happened to meet Devire, who was wearing ceremony clothes and followed by several servants holding mirrors, and were calm.

"Hello, Devier, long time no see." Prince Masimilk said to his friend with a smile, and Devier opened his eyes wide and looked at the prince in front of him incredibly.
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