Fourteen Black Pot

The other party's soldiers have already entered the city, and his incompetent subordinates have long since surrendered. All he can rely on now is the fleet anchored in the port.

Go to sea! Take the fleet to sea! It was the only thing on his mind right now. As long as he leaves the ferry, he can save his little life!

"My lord, my lord! Rest, rest for a while..." The only confidant officer who escaped with him sat on the ground like a dead dog, and said in a wailing voice.

They were exhausted after running all the way. Presumably at this time, the other party should also be busy receiving soldiers, controlling the city walls and city gates, and would not come to them so quickly.

"Then, what's the matter with that explosion? Why? Why is it comparable to magic?" Leaning against the wall, Berman asked in despair after heaving a sigh of relief.

After calming down, he realized that his inner lining was soaked with sweat. He was thinking about revenge when he was running all the way just now, but now he just wants to save his own life.

Such an enemy, it is estimated that even the Arrant Empire is too lazy to provoke, and a small person like himself really has no chance of revenge.

However, sending the news that Serris City has "the help of a magician" back to the Arlant Empire will surely arouse the alertness of the Arlant Empire? Although it is not good for me, but Seris City must be wiped out immediately, right?

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on Berman's face. He's going to kill Alan Hill Chris, that bastard city lord of Serris! He's going to keep this damn bastard alive!

"I, I don't know either!" The confidant officer mentioned those terrifying explosions with a look of astonishment on his face, and he couldn't raise any courage at all: "Maybe it's the thunder of the devil?"

"The thunder of the devil? You might as well say it's the mage's flame technique!" Berman scolded, "Useless things! Why didn't a guard bring out? Ah?"

Hearing his master's scolding, the confidant suddenly felt his innocence, and cried with a sad face: "My lord! There was so much chaos in the city just now, who can listen to my command..."

He wanted to walk with a few people, so that someone could protect him on the way. But a shell just landed not far away, and the entire guard battalion was dazed. How could anyone hear his screams?

What's more, there was a mess at that time, and the city owner of Berman took the lead and ran away, and he only followed up alone, how could he still have the energy to gather those soldiers who had collapsed?

When passing by other soldiers, it is even more impossible for him to give orders to let them follow him: when the commander is retreating, how can anyone be willing to be the queen for him? At that time, everyone will run backward together, wouldn't it make the situation more chaotic?

At that time, it was the right choice to leave the soldiers on the city wall to drag the enemy for themselves, so when he heard his master's scolding, this confidant suddenly felt aggrieved.

Berman also saw the grievances of the other party, and he also realized that it would be useless to criticize his confidants at such a time. At this moment, those who follow him stably are what a superior should do.

So he adjusted his tone and said comfortingly: "Forget it! It's not your fault! It's just that the other party's weapon is too weird... You go back to Arland with me and follow me. Move the rescue troops to retake Ferry Port City!"

Hearing that his master was going to Arante to rescue soldiers, it seemed that there was still a possibility that the salted fish would turn around. This confidant also had some hope, and immediately said excitedly: "This subordinate is willing to follow the adults to the death!"

"Take off this armor! Let's go!" Seeing that he had stabilized his confidant and left his hand armor on the side of the road, Berman wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to walk towards the port.

...

On the pier of the port, Laurens stood in the sea breeze with his sword, and behind him were the sailors who were ready to go to sea.

An officer also wearing leather armor came over, lowered his head and said, "Sir! There was a loud noise from the city wall, and black smoke rose... Maybe, that guy Berman will lose."

"Humph! He has only been a lord here for a few years. Let's see what he has done to Ferry City? The people are not living well, and the people are miserable..." Lawns complained dissatisfiedly: "He regards women as playthings. , bullying the weak everywhere, I have long seen him unhappy."

"This time he really kicked the iron plate. I didn't expect that Seris could easily flatten Maine and hit us so quickly." The officer sneered and continued.

Laurens nodded and spat: "Don't give me a chance, if he does give me a chance, I will definitely make a good deal with him for the people who have been mutilated by the women he has harmed all these years. account!"

While they were talking, at the end of the street in the distance, two figures stumbled towards the pier. They turned their heads three times at a time, and soon came to the front, it was the City Lord of Berman and his confidant.

"Quick! Let's get on the boat!" Berman shouted loudly while running out of breath.

Laurens pressed the sword, and the smile on his face became colder and colder: "It seems that today's opportunity has come!"

The two ran closer and closer, and when they saw the faces of these sailors who were waiting for their time, they felt a little bad.

Berman stopped his steps, kept a certain distance from Laurens, and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing standing here? Get on the boat quickly! I want to get out of here!"

"Where do you want to go, my lord?" Laurence took a step forward with a smile on his face, and asked with a bit of ridicule in his tone.

"I... I'm going to Arrant! I'm the city lord appointed by Arrant. I'll go back to debrief. It's always right to do a debriefing!" Berman lifted the backer of the Arlant Empire and shouted in a guilty conscience. He also knew that if it wasn't for the support of the Arrant Empire, Laurens wouldn't take him seriously.

Laurens nodded, made a way out of the way, stretched out his hand to make an invitation, and said, "Please! Let your lord get on the boat!"

Berman is not a fool. He has already seen that Laurens has bad intentions towards him, so naturally he will not easily rely on him. I saw him pressing the long sword in his hand, watching Laurens gnashing his teeth and saying, "Laurens! Are you going to betray me?"

"This subordinate just thinks, you city lord...let's let Xian!" Laurence's smile became colder, and he squinted at Berman and said word by word.

"You! You dare to kill me?" Berman looked at Laurens angrily and asked sharply.

"Of course I don't dare..." Laurens still squinted his eyes: "But you were not killed by me, you were killed by the sword of the Seris cavalry... You died in the chaos of the army."

He killed Berman now, and pushed the responsibility of Berman's killing to the Siris army who was attacking the city, and he could be safe. Whether it is to submit to Seris or wait for the new Ferry City Lord to take office, there will be no problem - this is the reason why he dares to turn his face and do it now.

"You!" Berman thought badly, the other party had obviously seized the loophole, and he could only give it a shot to save his life. So he shouted a word of you on one side, and on the other side he had already drawn his long sword.

Berman is not slow, but Laurens is faster. The old sailor, who has been wandering at sea all the year round, unsheathed his long sword and drew a strange route like a serpent.

Berman only felt the sweetness in his throat, and it became difficult to breathe. He dropped the long sword in his hand, knelt down on the ground, and covered his neck subconsciously with both hands, where blood was constantly pouring out, and it couldn't be blocked.

He wanted to speak, but all he spat out was warm blood. He saw that his confidant was slashed to death by several sailors in the distance, and he saw that Lawens had his sword in its sheath and looked down at him.

He also heard Laurence's words, which made him feel a little cold in his body: "Berman, the bastard who bullied men and women, is dead! Ferry City finally ushered in hope today!"

He stretched out a blood-stained hand, trying to grab Laurens in front of him, but found that his body fell backwards involuntarily. Then he could only see the blue sky, and the thick black-gray smoke wafting from the city wall that permeated the sky.

The desperate eyes of the women bullied by him drifted past his eyes, the screams of the families he had harassed rang in his ears, and the gold and silver jewels he had seized were buried under his feet... The only thing I didn't remember was a feeling called remorse.

Chris held the reins with his sword, glanced at Berman's corpse, which was already cold, and looked at the tall man in leather armor standing on the pier with interest.

"You killed it?" After a while, Chris asked with a smile.

"You killed it!" Laurence raised his head and replied loudly, holding the long sword at his waist.

Chris nodded: "Okay! I took the blame... I am Alan Hill Chris. The city lord of Serris."

Pointing to a few broken sailboats behind him, Laurens reported himself: "My name is Laurens, I have no surname, and I am the naval commander of Ferry City."

Chris looked up at the fancy sailboats: "Nice to meet you, General Laurens."

Laurens was not polite, and opened his mouth to ask: "I am also very happy to meet you, the strong man who has broken Maine and the ferry within ten days, Lord Chris! In addition, I would like to ask... those cloth and Are woodworking products really developed by you?"

"That's right, I developed it." Chris had no reason to deny it, nodded and said, "No way, the tax is so high, and if I don't engage in any industry, I have nowhere to collect gold coins to pay the tax."

"Master Chris, can you think of some ways for us to Ferry City to increase the income of our Ferry City?" The next words from Lawenstein made Chris laugh and cry: "If you can, I will do it for you. And fight!"

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