Chapter 390 Storm (4)

The secret room is less than a foot wide, with stone walls as cold as ice.

The trembling gasps, the violent contraction of the heart, the hot and humid breath that bounced off the stone wall, the endless darkness.

Roaring, shouting, the sound of gold and iron as weapons intersected, and the sharp blade cutting through the armor was more piercing than the wail of a banshee.

Groaning, screaming, flesh and blood flung onto the camel hair tapestry, the sound of breaking human bones.

Countless desperate melodies were intertwined together, like invisible reptiles, pouring out from cracks in rocks and pipes, entering Borso da Este's ears one after another, almost driving him crazy.

Suddenly, all sounds disappeared and the world became quiet, leaving only darkness.

A series of hurried footsteps.

A few barks.

Then a few knocks.

"Here!" someone shouted.

"Can't get in!"

"Bring the gunpowder and blow it up!"

All the blood in Borso's body rushed to the top of his head, and he shouted frantically: "Don't use explosives! I'm getting out!" However, his vocal cords were as stiff as a rusty iron door shaft, and his shouts were frozen in his chest.

"No need." A magnetic male voice said: "Found it."

The tenons were reset, and the secret door was opened with a bang. The cold fresh air blew into the secret room, but Borso was dragged out.

The firelight outside the window entered the bedroom, and the helmet and scimitar reflected the cold light.

A corpse lay prostrate by the door, looking horribly dead. Two ferocious giant wolves squatted in front of Borso, staring directly at him.

Borso was so frightened that he slumped on the ground like mud, looking around in horror at the familiar yet unfamiliar bedroom.

Then he got slapped twice.

"Hey, wake up!" The man who slapped him slapped hard and fast, but when he spoke, he spoke in the voice of an underage drake: "Are you stupid?"

Seeing that Borso was still in shock, the drake raised his hand impatiently, as if to strike again.

Borso subconsciously raised his hands to protect his head.

"You still know how to block? Then don't act stupid. I have something to ask you."

Borso raised his head in confusion, and finally saw the faces of the visitors - three strange knights wrapped in iron armor. There were no coats of arms on the robes, only dark red blood stains.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and another knight walked into the bedroom.

Before Borso could look at the fourth knight, his jaw was suddenly clamped by a hand.

The hand pulled Borso's head left and right. After a while, the iron-like hand loosened, and a deep voice sounded: "He's fine."

Then Borso put another hand on his shoulder. For some reason, after being supported on the shoulder, Borso's heart stopped pounding and his mind became much clearer.

"I'm still alive, I'm still useful to them," Borso thought to himself. He leaned against the wall, straightened his back, trying to find a trace of dignity: "I am..."

"You are Borso da Este." The same magnetic male voice said: "The White Eagle of Flora."

Fragments in Borso's memory were evoked by this male voice. As the other party took off his helmet, Borso's expression twisted from shock to anger. He tremblingly pointed at the body lying at the door: "It's you, you! Why are you You want to kill my people!”

"Don't jump to conclusions yet, Mr. Esther. If I were you, I would see clearly before speaking. So, I don't know whether to laugh at you or pity you." Winters raised his head towards the body at the door. He raised his chin and said, "Drag him over here and let him see clearly."

The body at the door was dragged to Borso by Ciel and another guard.

Even in dim light, it was difficult to confuse the soft fabric armor and pure black cloak on the corpse with the sky blue robe of the Este family embroidered with a white eagle.

Borso crawled over to the body and roughly pulled off the body's mask, revealing an unfamiliar face. He looked up at Winters in surprise.

"Don't get me wrong, I did come to kill you." Winters put down his helmet and sword, walked straight to the lampstand, and said to himself: "But it seems... someone is more anxious than me."

After recognizing the strange knight as Winters, Borso became more courageous. He stood up supporting the wall and looked up: "Since you are also here to kill me, what are you waiting for?"

Winters took off the lampshade, unplugged the candle, snapped his fingers, and the candle wick ignited a flame out of thin air: "Waiting for you to help me meet someone."

"Who?" Borso tried to maintain his composure.

Winters nodded slightly.

Charles understood, twisted around and unhooked a pocket from the belt loop, took something out of the pocket, raised his hand and threw it to Borso.

Borso subconsciously caught it. The thing was cold to the touch and seemed to be wrapped in a bunch of mess. He lowered his head to identify carefully. Through the dim candlelight, he saw eyes, nose and golden hair...

Borso was so frightened that he fell to the ground, as if he had touched a red-hot iron, and threw away everything in his hand - what the duck-voiced soldier threw to him was clearly a head, with a knife slashing the broken neck. The marks of the ax are still clearly visible.

Winters placed the candlestick next to Borso, then walked to the corner of the room and picked up the head.

"I can't seem to see the eye color now." Winters pressed his head into Borso's hand, made the two of them look at each other, and said seriously: "But I can tell you, he has a pair of green eyes."

Winters took a few steps back, sat on the four-poster bed, put his sword on his knees, and said in a voice that was cold to the bone: "Come on, tell me, who is he? Don't lie, there is someone here who can tell the truth from what you say. "

…

When Old Schmid and the North City Sheriff rushed to Este Manor with all the helpers they could find, Winters was walking out of the gate.

The garden that the Este family was proud of was in flames, and one could feel the scorching heat wave standing outside the fence. The main building is not on fire for the time being, but whether it can survive depends on the wind direction in the second half of the night.

Winters held the sword between his elbows and pulled it gently, and the blood on the blade was wiped clean by his robe.

He sheathed his sword and found that his robe was stained with blood, so he simply took off his robe and threw it into the fire, revealing his shining white armor.

In the eyes of the residents of North City who came over, Winters was like walking out of the blazing fire, wiping his bloody sword as if no one else was watching.

Everyone was restrained for a moment, and no one dared to come forward to ask questions.

Winters also noticed the North District residents surrounding the manor. He was wearing a hooded helmet, leaving only one pair of eyes outside, so he was not afraid of being recognized for the time being.

The battle is long over.

The assassins who raided Manor d'Este were the same as the swordsmen who ambushed Winters. In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, they wore soft armor sewn from linen and cotton, and they also used swords, short muskets, etc. Weapons hidden in cloaks.

Facing Winters and others who were wearing helmets and armor, fast horses and long swords, the assassins who stayed behind were unable to stop them.

A round of gunfire rang out, and before the smoke cleared, the war horses had already rushed in front of the assassin. Assassins who were unable to dodge were either knocked down or trampled, and either died or were injured. The war horse's speed continued unabated and passed through the formation. The other assassins could only watch as Winters led his men into the manor.

When Winters led his men into the mansion, the two sides were in close combat, and the assassin was no match.

There was no way to keep the distance between them, and there were no heavy muskets. Winters and Kaman were just unstoppable, killing the assassins steadily.

Winters wanted to capture a prisoner for interrogation, but failed. Firstly, it was because Kaman was too cautious and left no one alive wherever he went; secondly, the assassin's methods were also extremely violent, and he immediately killed himself, took poison, and even executed his incapacitated accomplices when there was no hope of escape.

Moreover, Winters led too few people, more than enough to attack fortresses, but not enough to encircle and annihilate them. The assassin couldn't stop his attack, and he couldn't stop the assassin even if he wanted to escape.

Looking at the North City militiamen who arrived just after the dust fell, Winters couldn't help but sigh. But he has learned not to worry about things that cannot be changed - the most critical move is always the next move.

"Gentlemen." Winters stepped onto Changfeng, sat on the saddle and scanned everyone: "The old city is out of control. Under the order of Colonel Berne, from now on, you all obey my command. Who is the Sheriff? Go forward. step!"

silence.

silence.

silence.

The Beicheng Sheriff really felt that other people's eyes were focused on him. He stepped out of the crowd bravely, took off his hat and held it in his hand: "Uh... it's me."

"Sound the alarm." Winters commanded calmly: "Call all men who can handle weapons - whether they have citizenship or not. Men who can ride are singled out and asked to bring their horses. This is a nice place, spacious enough. There is still light, so gather here.”

Winters named Old Schmid, and then someone else at random: "You two will follow the Sheriff to call the militia, and everyone else will follow me. There are rioters who have sneaked into the North City, follow me to check them out."

The Sheriff was dumbfounded, and it took him a while to recover.

According to the laws of Steel Castle, in emergencies, the militia of each urban district is raised and commanded by the Sheriff, who directly accepts the orders of the Mayor.

Regardless of whether it is based on reality or legal principles, it is an act of overreach for army officers to interfere with the command of urban militia.

Of course, the Beicheng District Sheriff was not willing to hand over his power just like that, but the few soldiers who led the horses out of the manor were covered in blood, which was really scary.

The officers who gave the orders were also majestic and majestic, and no one dared to insult them.

So, the Beicheng District Sheriff asked cautiously: "Sir, may I ask who you are..."

"Army Captain, Axel Berne." Winters stitched a name calmly and pointed at old Schmid: "He can prove my identity."

Now the focus of everyone's attention became old Schmid. Old Schmid cleared his throat and nodded calmly - the old blacksmith was born with a dark complexion and it was dark, so it was not clear whether he was blushing or not.

The Sheriff still couldn't believe it, and he asked tentatively: "Excuse me, what is Manor Este..."

Others also listened with their ears pricked up.

Winters had figured out everyone's thoughts. A stranger who didn't know where he came from was giving orders as soon as they met, and no one was convinced. But everyone dared not openly confront them, so they could only count on the Sheriff to step in.

That is, as long as the peace officer is restrained, others will obey like a flock of sheep following the leader.

So Winters replied simply and forcefully: "Looted by rioters."

"Mr. Esther..."

"Already rescued."

As he spoke, Charles was "helping" the frustrated Borso out of the door.

"Why haven't I heard of you before..."

"Recently transferred."

"Can I have a look at Colonel Berne's orders..."

"Only the password."

"Then, who is Colonel Berne to you..."

The Sheriff's tone became softer and softer, and Winters felt that the time had come. His knees exerted some force, and Changfeng immediately snorted and stepped forward, forcing the Sheriff into a blind corner.

Winters smiled and asked: "It doesn't matter what Colonel Berne is to me. Do you know what is most important now?"

The Sheriff nodded and shook his head.

"Time!" Winters was furious and his voice was like thunder: "Every second you delay, Steel Castle will be one step closer to purgatory! Go and sound the alarm now! Others, follow me."

After that, Winters pulled the reins, whipped up and left.

The clever Charles was very cooperative in getting on his horse and chasing people away, urging loudly: "Why are you still standing there? Let's go!"

The residents of Beicheng present moved reluctantly, one, two...all of them finally followed.

The Sheriff wanted to say something else, but Old Schmid stopped him.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the helplessness of "Let him be" in each other's eyes. The Sheriff sighed, put on his hat, and hurriedly went to sound the alarm with Old Schmid and another person whom Winters casually named.

Almost no one realized that from this moment on, the military command of the Northern District of Steel Castle had been transferred to Winters Montagne.

[Work hard to pay off your debt! ]

[You won’t know if you haven’t read it, but you will be shocked when you see it. The story of Winters in Monta actually exceeds twenty chapters]

[Obviously the writing was too long and exceeded the original estimate. I take full responsibility for it (hitting my head on the table hard)]

[But instead of being upset that the front part of the writing is too slow, it is better to write the back part as more exciting as possible - at least this is how I comfort myself (face covering)]

[I will try my best to write the ending well (I feel like I am raising a flag again)]

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