Chapter 81: That Doesn't Seem Like an Assassin

The City Lord's Mansion suffered cannon fire, and Broly sensed it, but he didn't know why someone would come attack this place.

"We're done for, it's the City Lord leading the army back, he's going to treat us all as sacrificial pawns."

Someone in the City Lord's Mansion saw the army outside through the window, and seeing the army fire cannons at the City Lord's Mansion without the slightest hesitation.

Realizing the crux of the matter, some people's complexions quickly turned pale, and they collapsed directly onto the ground after the cannon fire started.

"I don't want to die, I just got married, my wife just got pregnant, I still want to see my child's birth!"

Another person lay on the ground, shouting somewhat desperately.

"Wah wah, Mom, I should've listened to you earlier, and not come work at this City Lord's Mansion."

……

The cannon fire rumbled continuously; although the City Lord's Mansion's building materials were quite solid and hadn't been blown down by cannonballs yet, collapse was only a matter of time.

Once the building structure collapsed, never mind cannonballs flying over, even without cannonballs, just the collapsing building alone could crush a pile of people to death; everyone felt despair.

"You say the City Lord is outside?"

Broly walked over and lifted up the person who had said that.

"If the City Lord were still in here, who would dare be so bold as to fire directly? It's because he fled that it's like this; we'll die, and you this assassin will die too, everyone will die, hahaha, damn the City Lord, damn the……"

The lifted man had already been somewhat scared into a stress reaction, and was just preparing to curse along with Broly when a cannonball passed through this floor's window and flew in.

Broly held the man behind him with one hand and raised the other to catch the cannonball; the cannonball was easily caught by him, but the flying debris pierced through the neck of the man he was holding behind him.

"Cough, cough……"

The man widened his eyes, making wuwuwu sounds, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes, an expression of desperate will to survive and pain kneaded together on one face, twisted yet vivid.

Broly: "……"

At this moment, he felt a trace of anger; 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.

Strangers had nothing much to say about them; the main thing lay in the judgment of enemies — anyone who harmed the latter three categories was more easily judged as an enemy by Broly.

Although Broly didn't even know the name of the person in his hand, the other party had just helped him search for Marquis Bosier, so they were listed on his side.

And now, someone who had helped him was harmed, and Broly's anger was stacked up.

Although, because familiarity and goodwill weren't enough, it didn't stack up much, but it still made him put down the man with the injured throat.

"You guys help take care of him, I'll go make the guys outside stop attacking."

After instructing the others with this one sentence, Broly grabbed the deformed solid projectile in his hand and came to the damaged window.

Aim, throw.

The distant cannon breeches, still reloading cannonballs, hadn't yet lit the fuses to fire the cannonballs, when the thrown dud smashed into the breech a step ahead, the gunpowder detonated prematurely from the violent impact, instantly blowing up the breech.

The two soldiers closest by were directly blown to death on the spot.

And it wasn't over yet; the explosion also triggered the simultaneous explosion of gunpowder placed around.

From a distance, one could see that the area near that blown-up cannon instantly turned into a region of firelight.

Anyone staying there, after the explosion occurred, had terrible luck.

"The enemy has cannons too? Scouts, where are the cannons?"

Having been counterattacked, the military formation fell into some chaos; the senior official in charge of the cannon fire immediately asked the scouts.

"Senior Official, that's not a cannon, it's something the enemy threw with his hand!" The scout opened his mouth wide, voice trembling somewhat, but still spoke out what he saw.

"Thrown with his hand, are you fucking kidding me?"

The cannon squad senior official pointed that way, at his own cannons already being named and destroyed one by one, and roared out.

"It's him, he's the assassin who broke into the City Lord's Mansion, quick, quick, take him out!"

Holding a telescope, seeing Broly tearing off wall pieces to throw over there, Marquis Bosier spoke excitedly.

Also holding a telescope and seeing the assassin throw things, precisely destroying their cannons on this side, the Martial Bureau Chief fell somewhat silent.

He really wanted to ask the Marquis beside him, is that something a normal human can do? But knowing Marquis Bosier's temper, he didn't ask, merely ordering the soldiers to launch a long-range volley at the appeared enemy after the cannons were mostly destroyed.

"Pang, pang, pang……"

Muffled rifle sounds rose in the military formation like firecrackers.

On the City Lord's Mansion side, Broly had already dealt with the cannons attacking this side and had even started dusting off his hands, preparing to stop throwing things, when a pile of bullets suddenly flew towards him.

Broly wanted to catch them, but there were too many bullets, just like raindrops, papapa, he was hit.

The power of rifle bullets, across fifty or sixty meters of distance, hadn't been weakened much, but Broly only felt the places hit were a bit numb and tingly, unexpectedly a bit comfortable, like the feeling of an ordinary person experiencing a massage for the first time.

So, Broly turned his back, letting the bullet rain strike his back, experiencing this unique massage bullet technique.

Until someone on the third floor of the City Lord's Mansion wanted to move position, but was accidentally hit by a stray bullet in the arm, letting out a cry of pain.

Only then did Broly react; the current situation seemed to also be a kind of attack from the other side.

Casually grabbing a flying bullet head, he threw it towards the army not far away.

Like a shotgun effect, where it was thrown, a small patch of soldiers fell.

"Hey, you guys over there, can't you stop attacking?"

Broly asked loudly while throwing.

"I just came to find Marquis Bosier to ask questions, why do you all have to attack me like this?"

Broly felt somewhat aggrieved about coming to the City Lord's Mansion to find the Marquis to ask questions but encountering a group of people attacking him, but his grievance was destined to not be understood by the soldiers opposite.

The soldiers watched their companions continuously falling beside them, watched their own side's heavy losses; because of the gunpowder chain explosion just now, there were already three-digit personnel dead.

Although this casualty count, relative to a five-thousand-person army, wasn't too many, the enemy on the other side was only one person.

And after paying such losses, they hadn't even caused the enemy appearing at the window the slightest bit of harm.

This made the front-row soldiers who could see the situation most clearly feel a deep and powerless despair.

"Monster, that's a real monster, rifle bullets have no use on him at all."

"No good, we can't fight against that kind of monster……"

The vanguard soldiers began to lose combat will; if not for the supervising team watching from behind, someone might well have thrown down their spear and fled.

"Marquis, that doesn't look like an assassin, but merely someone who wants to ask you questions; why not go to the front lines and talk with them?"

The Martial Bureau Chief wiped cold sweat from his forehead; with the army unable to do anything about the assassin, he was now advising Marquis Bosier at his side.

Marquis Bosier: "..."

(Chapter End)