I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 308 Seize the opportunity
Chris, far away in Bagnia, is starting to lose his composure.

When Ye Ao and his men gathered more than two hundred people and headed towards Minicia, he knew that the former was not going to behave themselves and would definitely cause a big stir.

But no matter how Chris thought about it, he could only imagine that they would kill some people, burn some houses and farmland, or storm into the city, cause a lot of destruction, and then come back to kill.

Chris never dreamed that more than two hundred players could breach a city with a military camp of ten thousand men nearby. This was no longer a scientific feat, but rather something magical.

However, judging from how things are developing now, it may be magical.

First, through the players' search behavior, Chris has confirmed that the previous actions of Ye Ao, Alibaba, and others were actually successful.

There are two pieces of news. The first piece of good news is that the five players successfully assassinated one person before they died. The second, even better piece of news is that although they failed to kill the scumbag old man, they did manage to take down the uncle.

To be honest, Chris's Uncle Minicia, who was only related by blood but had no kinship and whom he had never met, was actually an enemy.

What kind of kind uncle would send a large army to beat up his nephew when he returns to China?

Moreover, since Chris entered Walteradnoi, there has been a constant stream of assassins. Besides the locals, aren't there also Minisian assassins among them, trying to take advantage of the chaos and kill Chris?
Definitely, because when the palace guards examined the assassins' bodies, they found more than once that many of the assassins were clearly not Bagnians. The latter had dark and rough skin, and their upper limbs, shoulders, and back muscles were more developed, like gorillas.

Such physical characteristics are the physique of people who live near the coast or even make a living at sea. Their skin is dark and rough because they are exposed to the sun and salty sea breeze. Their well-developed upper limbs are muscles that have been trained to adapt to work such as pulling ropes and carrying goods.

The mountain people of Bagnia are exposed to the sun and engage in long hours of strenuous labor in order to make a living. However, their skin is at most rough but not too dark, their physique is more proportionate, and their leg strength is more prominent, which is conducive to walking and working on rugged mountain roads.

Therefore, these assassins, who were clearly not locals, were basically sent by that Minisian uncle.

If an uncle can send someone to assassinate his nephew, there's no reason why the nephew shouldn't fight back.
Even if doing so would ruin Chris's reputation among the aristocracy in various countries, he didn't care. Chris didn't mingle in aristocratic circles, nor did he rely on so-called nobles to rule the country.

Chris is part of the gaming community, and if the players don't like him, that's the real problem.

Just like a player in the chess world, if they are open-minded and ignore the slander from motorcycle enthusiasts, such rumors are completely insignificant to them.

Let strangers ramble on, whatever. Anyway, Chris won't let these blabbermouths get away with it when he gets the chance. Until he can do anything to them, he'll just ignore them for now.

The topic has gone too far.

Chris could not predict how the situation would develop in Tavitsky, a city in Minicia.

It was already dark, and the players, probably not even enough to form a group of two hundred, were rampaging through Tavitzki. Whoever attacked them, they attacked. The Bagnian mercenaries they were originally supposed to help were also killed by them.

The Bagnians in the city, unaware of what was happening, also rose up in rebellion around the same time and fought against the Miniese army that entered the city.

These Bagnian mercenaries were not few in number, but they lacked a unified leader, their organization was disorganized, and their fighting ability was no different from that of a rabble. Apart from their bravery, they were not competent at all, and they were no different from bandits.

These Bagnian mercenaries were fighting the Minisian army while simultaneously burning, killing, and looting in the city of Tavitsky, and using their power to molest innocent women.

How could such a group possibly be a match for the well-trained and organized Miniseyan regular army?

However, while the Bagnian mercenaries were in dire straits, the Minissia also had its own problems.

First, because of the death of the old king, the Minisian army outside Tavitsky is currently leaderless. The fact that the general who commanded the army did not attend the banquet on the night of the old king's death does not mean that he is innocent.

The nobles of Tavitsky tried their best to shift the blame onto Auckland, but it wasn't enough; the blame was too big. So, General David also had to lead an escort to the capital to defend himself.

This resulted in the troops on the outskirts of the city reacting slowly and hesitantly after the players entered the city this evening, not daring to send too many soldiers into the city.

Because the senior officers in Miniscia had not yet grasped the situation, and secondly, they had not obtained authorization from the city's municipal officials, it was understandable to send in small groups of troops, but for a large force to enter the city would undoubtedly be considered a rebellion.

During this sensitive period, the officers in Minicia dared not take any risks.

Unfortunately, the high-ranking officials in Tavitsky Castle were all nobles, and they happened to be inside the castle when the player wiped them all out, leaving no way to authorize the troops outside the castle to enter.

The temporary commander of the military camp outside the city was so anxious he was pulling at his beard. He sent three waves of messengers into the city to ask for instructions, but all of them never returned. The fires inside the city illuminated half the sky, and the sounds of battle shouts could be faintly heard.

"Damn it!"

The legion's deputy general slammed his fist on the sand table.

"Could all those old men at the city hall be dead?"

The officers in the tent looked at each other, and suddenly a young staff officer muttered something under his breath.

"When my men were questioning the citizens, they heard that some Bagnians had gone to the castle..."

These words were like a block of ice thrown into a pot of boiling oil, causing an instant uproar in the entire command center.

"By the sea god, our king is still in the castle! What will we do if he is lost?"

"That's none of our business; that's something for the noble lord to worry about..."

"But what if they were all killed by the rebelling Bagnians in the city? There's no responsibility for the dead."

Immediately, the military tent fell silent.

Should we do something?

But given the current situation, everything we do seems to be wrong.

In the ensuing silence, the adjutant stepped forward, sighed, and gave his orders.

"Continue to send troops into the city, contact the city hall as soon as possible, suppress the riots, and at the same time seal the city gates to prevent people inside from leaving."

"Yes, sir."

……

What's the most important thing for a sniper?
Is it good equipment?

No.

Is it a marksmanship that hits the bullseye every time? No.

Barbarossa believes that the most important quality for a sniper is patience once the target is identified.

And coincidentally, Barbarossa is not lacking in patience.

He was now with two assistants, draped in black cloaks, perched on the roof of a three-story wooden house in Tavitsky, holding a Minié flintlock rifle, looking down at the chaos in the streets below.

Below was not a battlefield, but a boiling, foul-smelling swamp.

Right under his nose, three burly Bagnian mercenaries smashed open a spice shop and rushed inside. Soon, the sounds of men howling and women screaming filled the air.

Soon, one of the men, as strong as a bear, ran out, carrying a young woman who was kicking and screaming under his arm. Her skirt was torn in half. The mercenaries seemed completely oblivious to the sounds of weapons clashing nearby.

They are savage and incredibly stupid.

Barbarossa made this judgment about the three Bagnians.

Sure enough, the Bagnian barbarian who had just snatched the woman had just stepped out of the spice shop when he ran headlong into a squad of seven or eight Minisian soldiers. As soon as he saw their bright blue uniforms, he dropped the woman under his arm without a second thought and ran away.

Unfortunately, the Bagnian barbarians reacted quickly, and the Minisian soldiers were just as fast. The officer in charge pulled a short javelin from his back strap the instant the former turned around and threw it at the enemy who had his back to him.

The sharp sound of the javelin tearing through the air was swallowed up by the noise of the streets, but its trajectory was as clear as the claws of death.

The burly Bagnian man, as strong as a bear, had only taken two steps when a chilling dull thud resounded on his neck. The immense impact caused him to stagger forward, his thick neck snapping to the side like a piece of pork caught on an iron hook, and a gush of scarlet blood spurted from it.

His massive body swayed as if drunk, then collapsed heavily forward, landing right next to the woman he had abandoned earlier. The poor woman in the long dress screamed in terror, crawling backward on all fours, leaving a trail of blood and dust in her wake.

The screams startled the Bagnians inside the spice shop and alerted the soldiers behind the officer that there were enemies inside. They drew their longswords and short spears and rushed in. Soon, Barbarossa heard a man's roar coming from inside, and it soon fell silent.

The soldiers who had gone in came out again, their longswords still stained with blood.

See, that's why Barbarossa thought those three Bagnians were stupid.

Barbarossa had no desire to save such people, nor did he think they had any value worth saving.

The Minissia squad that killed the three perpetrators were no good either. The woman who was slumped on the ground was also taken away by the officer's signal. Two soldiers stepped forward, grabbed her shoulders, and dragged her away. Obviously, she would not have a good end either.

Barbarossa did not fire. These soldiers and low-ranking officers were not his target. He continued to wait. This street was the only way to the city center, and he believed there would be big fish there.

Barbarossa's wait did not last long.

Suddenly, the sound of orderly hoofbeats came from the end of the street, causing Barbarossa to instinctively lower his body.

A well-equipped cavalry unit appeared at the street corner, wearing the dark blue breastplates characteristic of the elite Miniese troops, with silver feathers adorning their helmets.

The leading officer, whose chest was adorned with medals and whose waist held an ornately decorated military knife, was clearly an important figure. They moved slowly, seemingly observing their surroundings warily.

"Sir, there are corpses ahead."

A cavalryman pulled on the reins to report.

The officer raised his hand to signal the troops to stop, and rode forward to investigate. Just as he bent down, Barbarossa pointed the muzzle of his Minié rifle at him. To his left and right, the other two assistant gunners also raised their flintlock pistols, ready to fire a follow-up shot if Barbarossa missed.

Barbarossa didn't think he had any chance of making a mistake. The big fish wasn't far away, only about fifty meters, and he was in a superior position.

The only problem is that the big fish is riding a horse, and secondly, he is wearing a breastplate. If the angle of the shot is not right, it is very likely to bounce off.

After a moment's hesitation, Barbarossa aimed the rear sight of his musket at the fish's neck, adjusting the muzzle slightly as the target moved.

"boom!"

The officer's body jolted violently, and then he fell off his horse like a puppet with its strings cut.

At the same time the gunshot rang out, a deafening explosion also came from the direction of the castle, making the entire city seem to tremble. This noise masked the sound of Barbarossa firing his gun.

"go!"

Barbarossa holstered his gun, turned and ran to the other side of the roof, followed closely by two assistant gunners. The three of them quickly went downstairs and left the place along the dark alley.

The main group of players wasn't far away, just two streets away in a small open space. When Barbarossa arrived with his men, there were more than fifty players gathered there, sitting on the ground resting.

Some people were bandaging their wounds by the moonlight, while others were wiping bloodstains from weapons and armor with damp towels. Apart from the sounds of objects colliding, no one blinked.

The silence was so profound that nearby residents stayed indoors in fear, afraid to go out or even peek, lest they bring trouble upon themselves.

Barbarossa found Ye Ao sitting in the middle of the crowd, plopped down in front of him, and complained.

"Those mercenaries are pretty trash..."

"As for the bandits, I've already notified the others to not hold back on these scumbags either. There's no need to help such idiots... Oh, right, that's not the point. I called you back because our mission has changed."

"What has changed?"

"It's not about killing old men, it's about capturing the city gate. The mission requires us to capture the west gate and hold out until dawn. I just had someone log off and check, and the players who were attacking the border castle have set off. They are marching towards Tavitsky at night."

Barbarossa paused for a moment.

"Will this work?"

"Who cares, let's just fight. It's not a loss even if we die. If we succeed, we'll make a fortune, because the reward for the mission is this city."

"real!?"

(End of this chapter)