Chapter 91

"Light Cavalry?" Ashu Rufate frowned obviously.

"Well, they probably are worried about it," Rotia replied. "I suggest that you choose the right time no matter what method you use, and you must choose the time when it is already dark but not completely dark. In this way, you can avoid the next pursuit."

"I understand, thank you for your warning." Ashu Rufat looked outside the back door of "Red Rose", where there was a tall black and red horse.

"Let's go!" he said to the little girl.

...

A large group of soldiers stood at the gate of the city.

At this time, the rain was not heavy, and the weapons in the hands of soldiers from afar could be seen clearly from a distance. As Rotia said before, there were about 500 troops in the area at the gate of the city, distributed above and below the city. There were quite a number of musketeers. This rain did not affect the firing of musketeers, but even if the rain was heavy, it would not change anything, because a shelter was already set up at the edge of the city gate, and then the musketeers only needed to come under the canopy and would not affect the firepower.

Although a weapon like a musket has not dominated the battlefield yet, its advantages are beyond doubt. One of the most important factors is its power. Everyone knows that a musket has very good armor-piercing performance and can be called the nemesis of the warriors. No matter any brave warrior is invincible, it cannot stop the musket bullets. According to the book, muskets only require a weak finger to pull the trigger to send the most brave and fearless soul directly to hell.

Ashrufate and the little girl stood in the entrance of an alley with their horses, observing the defense at the city gate from a distance. Today is rainy on the one hand, and on the other hand, martial law is in the city. In addition, it is almost dusk, so there are no pedestrians around, so they are relatively safe in this position. Even if pedestrians pass by, they are only a traveler wearing a rainproof cloak and holding a horse. If you accidentally observe, it is difficult to find the fact that there are four feet at the bottom of the cloak.

"What should we do?" said the little girl standing in Ash Rufate's cloak.

"The time has not come." Ash Rufate said. It was only a moment to break through the city gate. The next pursuit was a more troublesome thing. He had seen the horses on the side that could be used at any time. In fact, if he was the only one, he would not care about these cavalry at all. Just catch up with one and kill one. But with the little girl, things became completely different. The last time he fought with Byron was the best proof.

It must be noted that although the gate was sealed, the door was actually still open. From time to time, one or two people with special certificates passed by here. Even the most cautious people did not pay special attention to this door - to be honest, riding alone (and carrying a little girl) wanted to rush through the door in front of so many people, especially so many muskets, was almost the same as dying.

"Is it really Duke Byron who did it?" the little girl asked softly again. "Why did he do this?"

Now, they already knew that all this was the result of the manipulation behind the regent. Last night, except for the failure of the operation in the palace, all other aspects were successful. Byron took down all his political enemies in one breath and had completely controlled the Hawk City.

"Who knows?" Rotia replied. "Maybe he was crazy revenge after losing his son, maybe he felt that he could easily get Rafa away after he grabbed you... In short, that's what he did. But I feel that he had planned. To be honest, everyone underestimated his ambitions... Before, everyone thought he planned to combine his family and royal family through marriage. But now it seems... he never had this idea at all. From the beginning, he planned to seize the throne with his own hands, rather than relying on marriage or something."

"Why?" The little girl would rather believe that this was the reason for the death of Byron.

"Because of time... Little Byron died for so short time, and there is no time to make too complicated plans." Ashu Rufat said coldly. "No matter whether the personnel are mobilized, the plan is formulated, or the obstacles are eliminated, they all require careful planning and preparation. I can only believe that everyone in the past misread him."

"What should we do?" the little girl asked again.

"Leave the Falcon City." Ash Rufate replied. "You have to leave...If you are caught, then there is no chance."

"How to leave?" the little girl asked again. She had known for a long time that Ashu Rufate was a magician, and magic... although it was a mysterious thing for ordinary people, at least everyone knew that magic could be used to fly.

"Roar out." Ash Rufate replied. "See, that small door... as long as we move fast enough."

"But... there are too many people..." the little girl said uneasy. "And those muskets..."

In the bedside stories told to children, there are often plots of heroes who bravely go to the enemy's formation, but in all these stories, the enemy does not use muskets or crossbows, but instead fights with heroes with swords. But in reality, Duke Byron obviously does not make such a mistake. In fact, as long as you have seen the power of muskets, you will understand that this thing is not something that can be resisted by flesh and blood.

"The problem with muskets is the trouble of filling bullets." Ashu Rufate didn't care at all. "As long as they can shoot the first bullet, they don't have time to fill in the second bullet at such a short distance."

"First shot?" The little girl instinctively realized the ominous feeling. "Ashu Rufat, don't make those dangerous attempts..." she said in a pleading voice.

"I won't do any adventures." Ashu Rufate replied calmly, "It's almost time."

The little girl inside the cloak felt Ash Rufate's hand moving, as if she was taking something out of her waist bag. Then, she felt a soft thing spread on her head. Judging from the feel of the hand, it was a piece of fabric. Because there was no one around, the little girl gently pulled the rain cloak a little, and then saw what Ash Rufate handed her to her - it was a white cloak.

However, even though she is a queen, she has never seen such a fabric. This cloak looks ordinary. When you look closely, you can feel this white... It is white like white clouds, thin and melodious, and only in dreams will there be this color. When you touch the cloak, you will feel a special softness, with toughness mixed in the middle, which is simply indescribable.

"Wrap it around you," said Ash Rufate. "It can withstand bullets...it won't get hurt, but it will still hurt. So, it's better to pray well that you won't get bullets."

Before the little girl could come back to her senses, Ash Rufate shook her cloak and wrapped her whole body. If this cloak was used to wrap an adult, it would not be enough to wrap the whole person. It would either expose her head or her feet, but if she had to wrap her little girl, it would be more than enough to wrap her whole body.

"Are you asking me to attract fire?" Although the little girl didn't really believe that such a thin cloak could withstand bullets, she still asked.

"Of course not, what kind of firepower is needed to deal with you," said Ash Rufate. His hand touched his waist bag a few times, and then a green stone with gloss appeared in his hand. "Go on the horse, once the musket is fired, we have to rush over before the second bullet is loaded!"

...

The soldiers at the city gate all looked relaxed and not nervous. They all knew roughly that they were facing one or two escapees. Although one of them might be a very powerful warrior and magician, no matter what, it is impossible for a person to break through the defense line of hundreds of people, especially the case of a large number of musketeers.

It has been half a day since I saw a figure, so no matter who it was, it relaxed. This was especially true for two soldiers wearing armor and holding spears. Their mission was to act as the first line of defense to block and question anyone who was trying to pass by, but now it was getting late, and the rain was getting heavier, so there was no one at all.

"Hey, all the musketeers have entered the shed." A spearman said to his companion. "We are still wet here."

"Those guys...the gods bless them to explode the next time they open fire." said another spearman. While speaking, he turned his head and looked at the musketeers in the distance who had already sheltered from the canopy.

His body froze instantly.

"What's wrong?" His companion realized something was wrong after a few seconds. "Why are you doing so stupidly..." His voice stopped silent because he found the reason why his companion was frightened.

In the rain curtain, a huge figure appeared between the two of them and the canopys that were hidden.

It was a twisted and weird figure, with a height of more than twice the normal human being, and could clearly see the head, torso and limbs. On the monster's head, there was a pair of huge goat horns, making it look three points larger than its actual height. Its upper limbs were like humans, while its lower limbs were hooves similar to cows. The monster's body was covered with fur, and it could clearly observe the strong, twisted but twisted muscles below the fur. Just now, in the gap between them, the monster's body was completing the final change from blur to solid.

Just seeing the monster's body, people will feel like the yellow oriole being stared at by the red snake - their throats are dry, their body is stiff, their mind is blank, they want to talk or shout, but they find that they can't move anything.

"Evil...evil...evil...demon!" A shrill voice finally penetrated the rain curtain and violently stimulated people's auditory nerves. "How could there be demons here?!"

Just a moment of opportunity, a giant blade that seemed to be composed of black gas appeared in the demon's hand. Then it held the giant blade high and rushed towards the canopy crowded with musketeers on the side.

Almost subconsciously, the musketeers all opened fire.

Dozens of bullets, perhaps the white-haired bullet hit the demon's body. Its huge body shook for a moment, and half of its body became bloody and bloody. The bullet lifted its fur and drilled into its body, causing huge damage. But this level of damage still could not defeat the demon. He continued to rush forward and pounced towards the first canopy.

It must be said that the officer of this defender is very good. At this critical moment, he actually came to his senses. "It's a demon, don't be afraid, there is only one demon! Spearman, attack!"

The musketeers were already running around under the pursuit of the demon. However, the other soldiers gathered in time and rushed towards the demon under the leadership of the officer. At this moment, almost everyone was focused on the demon who had come out of nowhere, and almost no one noticed the sound of horse hooves coming from afar.

A tall black and red horse galloped over and took advantage of the opportunity that all the soldiers were attracted by the demons and rushed towards the open small door.

The heavy rain poured down.
Chapter completed!