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Chapter 81 That doesn't seem to be an assassin.
Chapter 81 That doesn't seem to be an assassin.
Broly sensed the shelling of the city lord's mansion, but he didn't know why anyone would attack it.
"We're doomed. The city lord has returned with his army. He's going to abandon us all."
Someone inside the city lord's mansion saw the army outside through the window and immediately opened fire on the mansion without hesitation.
Realizing the crux of the matter, some people's faces quickly turned pale, and they collapsed to the ground as soon as the shelling began.
"I don't want to die! I just got married, my wife is pregnant, and I want to see our child born!"
Another person lay on the ground, shouting in despair.
"Waaah, Mom, I should have listened to you sooner and not come to work at the City Lord's Mansion."
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The sound of artillery fire was deafening. Although the city lord's mansion was built with solid materials and had not yet been destroyed by the shells, it was only a matter of time before it collapsed.
Once the building structure collapses, let alone artillery shells, even without artillery shells, the collapse alone can kill a lot of people, and everyone feels despair.
"You're saying the city lord is outside?"
Broly came over and lifted up the man who had said those words.
"If the city lord were still inside, who would dare to fire the cannons so boldly? It's only because they fled that they're doing this. We'll die, and you, the assassin, will die too. We'll all die! Hahaha, damned city lord, damned..."
The man who was being lifted up was already somewhat frightened and was about to curse Broly along with him when a shell pierced through the window of that floor and entered.
Broly lifted the man behind him and raised his other hand to catch the cannonball. He caught the cannonball easily, but the flying debris pierced the neck of the man he was carrying.
"Cough, cough..."
The man stared wide-eyed, making a whimpering sound, tears streaming down his face. His expression of survival and pain was contorted and vivid.
Broly: "..."
At that moment, he felt a little angry. In his simple interpersonal relationships, people could be divided into five categories: enemies, strangers, strangers who had helped him, companions and friends, and his wife.
There's not much to say about strangers; the main issue lies in judging enemies. Anyone who harms the latter three types of people is more likely to be identified as an enemy by Broly.
Although Broly didn't know the other's name, the other had just helped him search for Marquis Bosier, so he was now registered under Broly's name.
Now that those who had helped him have been hurt, Broly's anger has been building up.
Although he didn't get to know the man well enough and didn't feel much affection for him, he still managed to put down the man with the injured throat.
"You guys take care of him, I'll go tell the guys outside to stop attacking."
After giving these instructions to the others, Broly grabbed the deformed solid cannonball in his hand and went to the broken window.
Aim, then throw.
The cannon barrel, which was being refilled with shells in the distance, was struck directly by a discarded shell before it could be fired. The gunpowder was detonated by the violent impact, causing the barrel to explode instantly.
The two soldiers who were closest to the explosion were immediately killed.
But that wasn't the end of it; the explosion also triggered another explosion at a nearby location where gunpowder was stored.
From a distance, you could see that the area around the exploding cannon had instantly turned into a field of fire.
Everyone who stayed there suffered greatly after the explosion.
"Does the enemy also have artillery? Scout, where is the artillery located?"
The troops were counterattacked, and their formation became somewhat chaotic. The officer in charge of the artillery fire immediately questioned the scouts.
"Sir, that's not artillery, that's something the enemy threw at us by hand!"
The scout opened his mouth wide, his voice trembling slightly, but he still managed to recount what he had seen.
"You think you can just throw something at me like that? Are you kidding me?"
The artillery commander pointed to the enemy's own artillery pieces that had been destroyed one by one and roared out.
"That's him! He's the assassin who broke into the city lord's mansion! Quick, kill him!"
Holding a telescope, Marquis Bossier saw Broly breaking off pieces of the wall and throwing them away, and exclaimed excitedly.
The same officer in charge of the Armaments Department, who had also seen the assassins throwing things through his binoculars and was precisely destroying their artillery, fell silent.
He really wanted to ask the Marquis beside him, "Is that something a normal human being could do?"
Knowing Marquis Bossier's temperament, he didn't ask. Instead, after most of the cannons had been destroyed, he ordered his soldiers to launch a long-range volley at the appearing enemy.
"pang, pang, pang..."
The muffled sound of rifles echoed through the ranks like firecrackers.
Back at the city lord's mansion, Broly had already started dusting off his hands and preparing to stop throwing things after dealing with the artillery attacking from this side, when a bunch of bullets suddenly came flying towards him.
Broly tried to catch it, but there were too many bullets, like raindrops, and he was hit.
The power of the rifle bullet wasn't significantly reduced at a distance of fifty or sixty meters, but Broly only felt a tingling sensation where he was hit, which was surprisingly comfortable, like the feeling of an ordinary person experiencing a massage for the first time.
So Broly turned his back and let the bullets hit his back, experiencing this unique massage-like technique.
Even among those on the third floor of the city lord's mansion, someone tried to move but was accidentally hit in the arm by a stray bullet, letting out a cry of pain.
Broly then realized that the current situation seemed to be a kind of attack from the other side as well.
He grabbed a handful of incoming bullets and threw them at the army not far away.
Like a shotgun blast, a small group of soldiers fell where it was thrown.
"Hey, you guys over there, can't you stop attacking?"
Broly asked loudly as he threw the object.
"I only came to ask Marquis Bosier some questions, why are you all attacking me like this?"
Broly felt aggrieved that he had come to the city lord's mansion to ask the marquis a question, but was instead attacked by a group of people. However, his grievances were destined to be misunderstood by the soldiers on the other side.
The soldiers watched as their comrades fell one after another, witnessing the heavy losses on their side. Due to the chain reaction of gunpowder explosions, hundreds of men had already died.
Although the number of casualties was not too many compared to an army of five thousand, the enemy on the other side was only one person.
After suffering such losses, they didn't even manage to inflict the slightest damage on the enemy who appeared at the window.
This instilled in the front-line soldiers, who had the best view of the situation, a deep and helpless despair.
"A monster, a real monster. Rifle bullets have no effect on him."
"No, we can't fight those monsters..."
The soldiers in the front ranks began to lose their will to fight. If it weren't for the supervisory team watching them from behind, some of them might have already abandoned their weapons and fled.
"My lord, that doesn't seem to be an assassin, but just someone who wants to ask you some questions. Why don't you go to the front lines and talk to him?"
The military commander wiped the cold sweat from his brow and, with the army helpless against the assassin, he offered advice to Marquis Bosier.
Marquis Bossier: "..."
(End of this chapter)