Chapter 8: 8 Fischereau
Chapter 8 8Fishereau
When the sky turned white, Tang Mo finally saw the end of the vicious forest. The land suddenly became wider, and on both sides of the road filled with smoke were caravans gathered on this side, waiting to set off.
Everyone had to gather together to pass through the dangerous forest during the day, so when Tang Mo spent the whole night passing through the vicious forest, they all looked curiously at the carriage passing by on both sides of the road.
Soon, sharp-eyed businessmen saw the broken arrow still on the carriage door.
"Look! They were attacked! I don't know how many people died..." A businessman said to the people around him while chewing a steaming lunch box.
Another businessman held a bit of moldy bread in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth while reminding the followers around him: "Cheer up for a while! Be careful of bandits!"
Tang Mo sat on the passenger seat of the carriage, enjoying the cool morning breeze - it was very cold in the forest at night like this. However, the cool morning breeze made Tang Mo feel more awake and enjoyed it more.
"Don't worry, I will equip you with a pistol like this when we get back." Tang Mo and Weiss chatted for a long time. After just being able to see a ray of sunlight from the forest, he sat in the passenger seat. Chatting nonsense with Wes.
They talked about Weiss' previous experience, about Tang Mo's weapons workshop, about Count Fischereau, and even about flintlock guns, the details of sword fighting, the life of a ranger, and Tang Mo's New weapons.
"I hope everything goes well. With the support of Count Fischereau, at least you are no longer alone when facing Cyric." Weiss said to Tang Mo while driving the carriage attentively.
"I know what you are worried about, but you know, I have a secret weapon." Tang Mo smiled. He had been wearing such a smile since he got on the passenger side of the carriage, a smile that even Weiss couldn't see through.
As a person from two lifetimes, Tang Mo is much more complicated than Weiss imagined. In another world, he is an arms seller, walking on the edge of the law, standing between black and white. How could Tang Mo be a simple person after struggling in such an environment for more than thirty years?
"Can you really give me one of your Ranger Killers?" Wes finally couldn't resist the temptation and asked.
He really wanted to know how amazing his combat effectiveness would be if he had such a Ranger Killer stuck in his waist.
As long as he gets close to a target, he can guarantee to kill the opponent, and rely on the remaining bullets to create chaos and retreat calmly-faced with such a weapon that has never appeared, it is impossible for anyone to be wary of their actions!
Even at this moment, he was already calculating in his mind how much it would cost to assassinate a king...
"Ranger Killer?" Tang Mo was stunned. He almost didn't realize what Weiss was talking about. But soon, the smile on his face became even more unrestrained: "Hahahaha! You are so funny, Wes! Hahahaha!"
He knows what kind of characters the rangers in this world are, so he also knows what Weiss means.
Times are progressing, and the knight-like fighting mode of the three musketeers, who first fired a shot and then fought with long swords, will definitely be swept into the trash heap of history.
But will rangers, or people like them, disappear? Obviously not. Even this fighting style will become more systematic and scientific, and eventually evolve into more professional spies and even special forces.
And the rough battle mode of fighting with a long sword will eventually be completely eliminated. Instead, it will be replaced by a short and capable PPK pistol hidden under the arm!
Before Weiss, who was laughed at inexplicably, couldn't bear it and burst out, Tang Mo finally stopped laughing and said to Weiss: "Don't worry, follow me, you will see scenery you have never seen before, and also Naturally, we can find a path that we can continue on.”
"But, before that." He patted Wes on the shoulder and said with interest: "This pistol is not called Ranger Killer, it is called a revolver. Because it has not been mass-produced yet, it does not have a number yet. "
"When we go back, can you really give me a revolver like this?" Weiss asked in confirmation. He really liked this weapon so much that he could even feel it if he could hold it in his hand. Invincible power.
"Better than this." Tang Mo felt that it was not difficult for him to equip his men with better weapons.
"You're kidding..." But it was obvious that Weiss's poor imagination could not imagine that there was a better weapon in the world than a revolver.
Even the super ace pilot Hardman could not have imagined that one day there would be an aircraft that could lock on to dozens of enemy planes beyond visual range and attack eight of them at the same time.
Tang Mo didn't bother to explain to Weiss. He simply leaned on the carriage, looked at the city that appeared on the ground not far away, and said softly: "You will know when we get back."
Northridge is the territory of Earl Ronin Fisherow, and the largest city here is the seat of the Earl - Wolf City. The Luoning family uses the wolf as their family emblem, just like the Stark family in the Northland in the TV series that Tang Mo is familiar with. These families who started out as warriors generally have a primitive worship of wild beasts. The family emblem is either a wolf head or an eagle, or a bear or a lion, so the probability of matching shirts is quite high.
When Tang Mo saw clearly the wolf flag hanging on the city wall, he also saw the cavalry heading towards his carriage with the flag.
Thirty knights wearing breastplates and helmets, holding high the Beiling Wolf Flag, galloped their horses, and soon surrounded Tang Mo's carriage.
Surrounded by these knights, the carriage entered the city, and then saw the big shot waiting there at the city gate - Count Ronin Fisherow.
Wes obviously relaxed a little when he saw these knights. When he saw the Earl at the city gate, he immediately smiled.
After tightening the reins, he turned over and jumped out of the carriage before the carriage came to a complete stop. However, the earl's bodyguard still loyally stood between him and the earl.
"Your Majesty the Earl." Being separated by the two knights, Weiss still smiled, nodded slightly and bowed slightly to Fischereau, who already had many wrinkles on his face.
"Wes! What you said in the letter...is it true?" Fischereau raised his hand and signaled the two guards not to be so nervous: "If he wants to take action, you can't stop him, get out of the way. Bar."
"Of course, you know my reputation. As long as I accept your money, I will definitely not mess up the matter." Wes spread his hands, gave Fischereau a gentle hug, and then gave up. Halfway up, he introduced Tang Mo behind him and said, "He is the person you are looking for. The gun has been brought... I witnessed it last night, and it was better than you imagined!"
"Oh?" Fischereau was obviously more concerned about the firearms. He didn't move once he heard this and directly made a questioning voice.
Wes immediately explained: "It's not peaceful in the Vicious Forest."
"The bandits who dare to mess with you are so unfortunate. Hahahahaha." Count Fischereau was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have guessed the truth, and then burst into laughter.
“…” Weiss rubbed his nose and did not correct the earl. He is Tang Mo's knight now, so there are some things he must keep secret.
"So! What are we waiting for? Let's go! Go inside and talk!" Fischereau showed an excited smile, gestured to Tang Mo, and then led the way: "Eat breakfast first! Although I don't have much food here. No matter what, it’s still quite rich!”
“That’s great, Lord Earl, we are really exhausted all the way here.” Weiss said with a smile, as if he had returned to his home.
Fishereau was also very generous. After laughing loudly, he said to Tang Mo: "Come on, kid! Beiling people are warm and hospitable. You don't have to be restrained when you come here!"
He took the lead towards the castle, with Tang Mo following behind him. He saw the lively market and the crowds of merchants coming and going.
To be honest, as the administrative seat of Beiling, this place is much more lively than the Bunas he is familiar with. The market is not far away, and you can still see bullock carts loading and unloading goods, and baskets of messy fruits are placed on the floor.
Tang Mo even smelled an unpleasant smell of cow dung - this smell can be found in any city, but in Bunas it was a fishy smell.
The times are like this, and there is nothing Tang Mo can do. Just like in the 21st century on earth, most big cities have a depressing smell of exhaust.
The count's castle is not spectacular, and is much shabbier than the medieval castles Tang Mo saw when traveling in his previous life.
It's almost a manor built in the city, not even as good as Baron Stella's Mansion. It can be seen from this detail that Count Ronin Fischereau is not as particular about ostentation as Baron Stella.
But in this small Earl's Mansion, seven or eight officers and no less than thirty guards could be seen. Each of them was loaded with ammunition and wore the light yellow military uniform unique to the Kingdom of Wright.
When the count passed by these officers and soldiers, they would solemnly stand at attention with their chins raised, salute, put their hands on their chests, and greet them loudly.
"Just kidding." The Earl looked at Tang Mo with some embarrassment and explained: "The border cavalry activities in the Kingdom of Susas are becoming more and more frequent. I have to consider the need to assemble troops for defensive operations, so this place is occupied by It was changed to a temporary headquarters, so it seemed a little more crowded.”
"Has the situation reached such a critical level?" Tang Mo also arrived in Beiling for the first time and felt the depressive atmosphere from the front line firsthand.
(End of this chapter)