Chapter 1273 The highest achievement of the sniper
According to standard naval patrol procedures, a fleet that performs ship escort and anti-piracy patrol missions on the high seas generally has a mission cycle of seven to ten days.
At the same time, there are more than one patrol fleet cruising in the same sea area.
The purpose is to be able to communicate with each other and comprehensively monitor the entire sea area.
Once a patrol fleet fails to return to port overdue, or fails to send back information, the Elf Kingdom's naval headquarters will know that something is wrong with them.
Afterwards, the Elf Kingdom's Navy Department will increase its combat readiness level, and an entire naval fleet will immediately set off to search for the missing patrol.
In an environment where there is no immediate and convenient means of contact, the rigorous system of the Elf Kingdom has proven to be effective.
Any disturbance on the ocean cannot escape the eyes of the Navy of the Elf Kingdom.
Therefore, when Titus' transport fleet ran out of sight of the patrol fleet, a magic message was sent from the patrol fleet of the Elf Kingdom.
The letter was first sent to another patrol fleet nearby, then received and forwarded by the magician on duty, and then sent to a patrol fleet further away.
The letter passed through layers of forwarding and was finally sent back to the Navy Headquarters.
The news of the appearance of a huge transport fleet flying the flag of Leiria did not attract much attention within the Elven Kingdom's naval headquarters.
After all, the center of interest of the Elf Kingdom is not on the mainland. This peacekeeping war has little to do with the Elf Kingdom.
They won't get themselves into trouble for the benefit of others, leaving it up to humans to fight to the death.
Anyway, when you finally pick peaches, it will be fine if you have a copy of Elf Kingdom.
After this piece of information has gone through the due process of analysis, sorting, and filing, it should have ended here. Then it lay quietly in the pile of old papers to become moldy and rotten.
However, since the Elf Kingdom signed a treaty with the human race not long ago, everyone has the obligation to share information according to the treaty.
Therefore, when this information was sent for filing, it was picked up by an officer, and a copy was sent to the Magic Association of the Elf Kingdom.
Later, the copy was piled up with other documents.
In the afternoon of the same day, these documents were transmitted through the Magic Association and sent to the United Nations.
When it arrived at the United Nations mail branch, it was piled up with various documents from other countries.
In the noisy and busy branch office, because the copy was marked with the red words "Military Secret", it was skillfully picked out by the sorter at the first time and loaded on a small cart.
Then he pushed it out quickly.
After changing hands with more than a dozen people, it finally lay quietly on the desk of an intelligence officer at the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces Staff Department.
Unlike the Elf Kingdom, the staff of the peacekeeping force paid considerable attention to this information after receiving it.
And at the first opportunity, the news was passed on through the Feiying Railway Telegraph system.
However, it obviously did not attract the attention of the peacekeeping forces.
This is understandable.
The various forces of the coalition forces are either busy grabbing things, busy grabbing territory, or busy fighting. Where does the demon have time to care about the traces of a transport fleet?
Therefore, on the fifth day after the Elven Navy encountered the Lyrian transport fleet, the intelligence station lurking in Ryder City received a notification from the rear, reminding them that a transport fleet was about to arrive.
arrive.
When he saw clearly the contents of the note in his hand, Corbiers was so angry that he banged the table with a loud bang.
The water cups and saucers above were clinking.
The people around him were also startled and looked at him one after another.
Korbiers shook the note in his hand and said in a confused voice: "Grandma, what are those dogs in the back doing?
Just now I was notified that a transport fleet was heading towards Leiria, and I was asked to pay attention to its movements.
These damn bureaucrats.
It had been five days, and they had already landed ashore in this time.
Leiria doesn't say it's big, it doesn't matter if it's small. I can't even get out of the city, so where can I find it?"
Julie leaned over and looked at the note shamelessly.
Originally, she was not qualified to have access to this kind of secret information, but these days, she has become familiar with this group of people.
Moreover, as a reporter and a woman, Julie was willing to take risks, stayed resolutely, and shared the joys and sorrows with them, which really impressed them.
In this era where men are superior to women, a woman who can be so manly is a rare animal on the verge of extinction.
Even though these young men are all the CIA's top agents, when they see Julie, they still have to look up at a 45-degree angle.
Therefore, whenever we have any actions or information, we don't go behind her back.
After reading this, Julie scratched her messy hair and said: "A large fleet, they are not small boats, they cannot be hidden at all.
Moreover, they always have to come to Ryder to trade, right?
There will be news."
Corbiers shook his head and said: "If it were you, would you come to a city that is about to be surrounded to do business?"
Julie was startled for a moment, then shook her head honestly: If it were her, of course she would hide as far away as possible.
She thought for a moment and then said: "Then there is nothing we can do. If we explain the situation to the superiors, everything will be fine."
Corbiers shook his head in distress and said: "This is the only way..."
As he spoke, he brought the piece of paper close to the candle next to him and lit it. Then he carefully held the corner of the paper and kept adjusting the angle so that the flame could completely burn it out.
At this moment, a knock on the door was suddenly heard.
Everyone present stood up in unison, drew their weapons, and pointed them at the door.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."
Hearing the rhythmic knock on the door, everyone breathed a sigh of relief: it was one of their own.
Then, someone stepped forward and opened the door.
Immediately afterwards, a figure was seen walking in hurriedly.
As he walked, he shouted: "Big news, boss, big news~!"
Corbiers and Julie had just sat down. After listening to his words, they immediately jumped up from their chairs. Corbiers grabbed Pedro and asked urgently: "What's the news?"
Pietro narrowed his eyes and smiled. "According to people in the palace, De Rossi personally admitted that his army has arrived."
Corbiers was stunned for a moment, and said doubtfully: "De Rossi's army? His current subordinates are running away, rebelling, and rebelling. Almost all of them have become bare commanders. Where is the army?"
Pietro shook his head and said: "I don't know either, but I'm sure De Rossi said so.
How's it going? Boss, are my thirty gold coins worth it?"
Corbiers' expression changed instantly, he grabbed Pedro by the collar, pulled his arms back and pulled him in front of his face, his forehead almost touching his forehead.
Corbiers yelled angrily: "For thirty gold coins, I gave you one-third of the office expenses. In exchange for such a piece of news that has no beginning or end to me."
Pedro closed his eyes tightly, endured Corbiers' saliva, and hurriedly shouted: "De Rossi is leaving the city~!"
"Ah?" Corbiers let go of Pedro, stepped back, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "De Rossi is leaving the city, why didn't you tell us such valuable information earlier?
With a disgusted expression on his face, Piedro wiped the spittle off his face. He complained softly: "You didn't even let me have time to say..."
Julie suddenly laughed out loud, her branches trembling with joy.
Corbiers curled his lips in shame, turned around and glared at Pedro. He said, "Boy, when will De Rossi leave the city?"
Piedro shook his head and said: "No..."
Julie suddenly interrupted him, looked up and looked out the window, and said, "I think it's now."
Corbiers listened carefully, and there was a loud noise outside. Someone was shouting: "Get out of the way, get out of the way~!"
"Make way for His Majesty the King."
"Untouchable, get out of here~!"
"..."
Accompanied by the shouts, there was also the sound of whips, and the screams of the people.
Corbiers gave a sneer and said: "The God of Light has been waiting for you.
Brothers, copycats, go to the attic~!”
"Okay~!" The agents in the room agreed excitedly and took action immediately.
Someone opened the bed and took out a steel pipe from under the mattress.
Someone kicked down the firewood pile and picked out a handle from the middle of the wood.
Someone turned over the bottles and jars and poured out packets of spices.
Piedro pulled out something like a short ruler from his waist, held it up in his hand and waved it: "I have finally waited for this day."
After spending a few days with them, Julie recognized this weapon as a musket.
It is said that at close range, gods can kill gods, demons can kill demons, and even lichs can be killed. It is an exclusive weapon for employees of venture capital companies.
Corbiers, Julie and the agents crowded together and rushed to the attic.
The house they were in faced the main road in Ryder City.
An alley intersects perpendicularly with the main road. After extending for tens of meters, the alley turns in front of the house.
Looking out from the window of the attic, one can just see the narrow section of the main road ahead. De Rossi will definitely pass by this place when he leaves the city along the road.
At this time, the avenue was under military martial law, and Janissary soldiers guarded all intersections on both sides of the avenue.
Pedestrians on the road were originally driven into the alleys on both sides.
Pedestrians crowded together and peered down the road, wanting to see what the new king looked like.
Since De Rossi came to the throne, he has never appeared in public. In the eyes of Corbiers and others, this kid is obviously afraid of being assassinated.
Looking at the martial law posture, it was obvious that De Rossi would pass through this road.
Corbiers patted Pedro on the shoulder and said: "Hurry up and pack the guy up."
Piedro smiled proudly and quickly picked up the parts with unknown uses lying on the ground.
As if juggling, Pedro turned the steel pipe in his hand, inserted it into the brown wooden crank, picked up pieces of weird-shaped metal and springs, and inserted them into the iron pipe.
Within a few minutes, a strange-looking thing appeared in Pedro's hand.
It has a long iron pipe at the front, a curved wooden handle at the back, and several iron pieces protruding from it.
Julie found that this thing looked like a fire stick from a distance. But if you look closely, you will find that it is a large musket.
Corbiers carefully opened a small box, revealing five conical copper bullets wrapped in cotton cloth.
Corbiers held the bullet and was about to confess a few words. Piedro impatiently grabbed the bullet and stuffed it into the gun chamber. At the same time, he muttered: "I know, I know, I
I will make sure to turn off the safety first and never shoot if I am not sure."
Corbiers curled his lips helplessly and said, "If it weren't for the fact that we here only require you to have a 'sharp marksman' certificate, I would have kicked you out."
Piedro smiled proudly and said: "Boss, I know you are jealous of me, so I don't share your knowledge."
At the same time, he raised his hand, placed the long gun at the attic window, and pointed it at the street not far away.
In an instant, Pietro's temperament changed. His expression was calm, his eyes were firm, and he looked directly in the direction of the muzzle.
From a smooth-tongued young man, he suddenly turned into a battle-hardened veteran.
Julie seemed to have guessed something, but she still asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
"Of course, kill De Rossi." Corbiers said casually.
"Ah~!" Julie exclaimed, "You guys..."
Corbiers hurriedly added: "The premise is that we will not open fire rashly if conditions permit. This guy has been hiding in his mouse hole for too long, and finally gave us a chance."
Julie glanced at the end of the alley, where densely packed civilians were pushing and shoving with the soldiers on the opposite side.
The straight-line distance from the attic to the avenue is more than one hundred meters.
Julie had heard of some powerful archers who could pierce the enemy with a hundred steps. But this simple weapon with only one pipe could do this?
Corbiers saw Julie's doubts and comforted him: "Don't worry, Pedro passed the exam for a special marksman. He can accurately hit a cockroach two hundred feet away.
This is what our boss often says, one bullet can change a war."
Julie muttered this sentence silently.
"Of course, this sentence cannot be written." Corbiers promptly gave up the idea of the big reporter leaking the secret.
At this time, there was a noise accompanied by the neighing of horses, and King De Rossi's motorcade appeared at the intersection.
The first thing that appeared in Julie's realization was a team of knights on horseback.
They wore the polished armor of the Imperial Guards and had bright red tassels on the tops of their helmets, and they walked at the front of the team in a majestic manner.
Following behind was a group of knights of the Praetorian Guard in the same uniform, holding high the flag of Leiria.
It seems that De Rossi has almost completely purged the Praetorian Guard.
After the long line of guards passed by, there were luxury cars one after another. In this sultry weather, the curtains inside the cars were tightly closed. It was impossible to see who was sitting inside.
Corbiers cursed in a low voice: "Damn it. That's that kid from De Rossi."
The agents mixed in the crowd in front seemed to have seen something, and they raised their hands and jumped up and down excitedly.
Corbiers' face was filled with joy and he said: "Attention, De Rossi is about to appear~!"
This is the signal sent back by the people at the front.
Julie was confused. They were all tightly covered cars. How could she know which one was driving De Rossi?
How to tell where De Rossi is sitting?
If you don't know this, it's impossible to kill with one blow.
The next second Julie saw the answer.
De Rossi appeared clearly in her eyes, the new king sitting in a bright open carriage in a charming manner.
The young King De Rossi was full of smiles, wearing the king's cloak and a gorgeous gemstone crown on his head. He frequently looked back at the people on both sides of the road, with a graceful demeanor and a handsome appearance.
It is the standard image of Prince Charming in girls’ dreams.
On both sides of De Rossi, there is a charming girl on each side. They are wearing looming light gauze clothes, nestling on both sides of De Rossi. This greatly reduces De Rossi's image.
The two girls obviously enjoyed being in the spotlight, and from time to time they pointed at the Ryders on the roadside and laughed.
"I've lassoed him, do you want to fire?" Pietro asked nervously, his eyes tightly locked on the target.
Corbiers' eyes were fixed on De Rossi, his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he pursed his lips and said nothing.
Pedro urged: "Do you want to fire? I guarantee that I can hit him."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Corbiers, waiting for his order. De Rossi's carriage had already passed the center line of the alley.
The people crowded in the alley lowered their heads at the same time and bowed to their king.
The concept of the supremacy of royal power has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The king is the king, even if he is a usurper who kills his father, uncle and brother.
Julie found it a little funny. The king whom the Lyrians saluted was the sinner who dragged them into the abyss of war. These Lyrians didn't seem to realize it at all.
"Fire? There's almost no chance?" Pedro urged Corbiers again. The front of De Rossi's carriage was already blocked by the corner of the wall.
Corbiers licked his lips, clenched and unclenched his palms, and then clenched them tightly again, struggling inside.
"He's going to disappear~!"
Corbiers frowned, suddenly raised his hand to hold Piedro's spear, shook his head and said, "No~!"
King De Rossi's figure disappeared around the corner of the street.
Pedro sighed long and regretfully, took the gun off the window sill, and said dissatisfied: "Boss, I almost achieved the achievement of 'sniping Kennedy'.
Boss, why don't you let me shoot? This is the first-class title that we sharpshooters all covet."
Piedro gestured with his hands and said, "Tsk, tsk, this distance and this angle are simply great."
Corbiers shook his head, glanced at Julie, and said: "It's too dangerous. The first rule of venture capital companies is safety first."
Pedro withdrew the bullet and said helplessly: "Well, I can only hope that there will be another chance."
Corbiers patted Pedro on the shoulder and said: "If there is a next time, the opportunity will still be yours. By the way, why did you just say that De Rossi was out of town?"
"Inspecting the army, his reinforcements have arrived." Piedro said.
Corbiers and Julie looked at each other and blurted out: "There is something wrong with that fleet."
"What fleet?" Pedro asked puzzledly.
Corbiers rushed downstairs quickly, saying as he walked: "That's for bringing reinforcements to De Rossi, I'll fuck the grandma of those elves!" (To be continued...)
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