Chapter 338: Why don’t you call yourself a young man out of anger?
At half past eight o'clock in the evening, outside the main entrance of Yuehu Manor
More than three hundred military academy cadets who were galloping on horseback have gathered here, drawing swords and ignoring the few frightened guards behind the main entrance of the manor.
At the front of the queue, Lawrence stepped forward and looked down at his pocket watch. It only took about an hour and a half for everyone to get here.
Thanks to the Charles Gang's current control over the Student Association, before leaving the military academy, Lawrence specially recruited a group of war horses from the military school's stables in the name of the Student Association, so that the students could rush to the town of Torsey as quickly as possible.
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Although galloping horses are not allowed on the streets of Paris, when the police and soldiers along the way saw the identities of these riders, they did not dare to step forward to stop them.
After all, if these students enter the police force after graduation, they may become their superiors within a few years. The police and soldiers can only turn a blind eye and treat it as if there is something going on at the Paris Military Academy.
It's just a special training exercise.
"Gentlemen..."
Lawrence dismounted in front of the main gate, handed the reins to Duke Charles behind him, and greeted the guards behind the gate:
"Your master invited me to meet you here. Please open the door and let me in."
A guard who looked like a captain came forward and trembled with fear before he could speak.
The three hundred black cavalrymen behind Lawrence were really oppressive, especially the swords in their hands. Even on this dark and windy night, you could see bursts of cold light reflecting from them.
The guard captain had never seen such a scene before. They usually dealt with a few petty thieves, but only encountered a desperate robber once every few months. They had never seen 300 menacing cavalry gather outside the door.
Especially the uniforms on the opponent's body. Although they were far away and the guards could not clearly see the military school logos on the students, their uniform army uniforms still conveyed a chilling fact to the guards:
This is not a ragtag group of bandits, but a truly elite regular army cavalry.
Although the equipment of these guards can be said to be sophisticated - they have all kinds of muskets and sabers, and each of them even wears a not cheap half-chest plate armor, they will never want to have any conflict with this cavalry.
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The guard captain choked nervously for a long time, and then hesitantly said:
"Sir... Oh no, sir, we have sent someone to inform the earl. Please wait for a moment."
Duke Charles on the side couldn't help but raise his eyebrows after hearing this, drew his sword and stepped forward with an unkind expression:
"It's not like hospitality to turn guests away. Although our grudges with Earl Isaac have nothing to do with you, but if you dare to stand in front of us..."
With Duke Charlie's gleaming sharp blade pointed directly at the tip of his nose, the guard captain swallowed hard, his brows full of panic.
The dozen or so students in the front row also dismounted their horses in a tacit understanding, came forward with an indifferent expression, unabashedly pulled out the pistols from their waists, and began to load them in front of the guards.
At this moment, the students who had already arrived at Moon Lake Manor no longer had any worries in their minds. They had only one idea at this moment, to free the respected Chairman Berthier from this cage at all costs.
As for the consequences of doing so, they have no time to worry about it.
The students only know that no matter how severe punishment awaits them, they will stand side by side and bear it all.
Behind the gate, the guards were completely panicked. Not to mention that their small number of people had no ability to stop the next cavalry battalion. The arrival of this army alone had already made these guards think:
Who did the earl provoke?!
"Don't be impulsive, sir, don't be impulsive... I will..."
The guard captain's tone began to tremble uncontrollably, and he stepped forward tremblingly, without any will to resist or mediate.
After all, they are just domestic servants who get paid to do things. There is no need to risk their lives here just for dozens of silver coins a month.
And just as the guard captain took off the iron lock on the main entrance, before the students could enter the manor, he suddenly heard a thunderous shout from the distance:
"Who is running wild in my mansion?!"
Hearing this roar, the guard captain froze for a moment, then turned his head and looked back in joy.
On the path of the manor, dozens of servants holding torches surrounded Count Isaac, who was gritting his teeth, walking quickly towards here.
And behind them, closely followed a group of guards wearing armor and carrying halberds with murderous intent.
Count Isaac's face was gloomy and uncertain. He squinted at the army in the distance and said to himself:
"Damn it, what madman could do such a thing... The white-shirted soldiers of the Invalides... Do you think this can scare me?"
Count Isaac, who came quickly, frowned and glanced at the students. Since the night was already dark, he could only barely recognize that this was indeed an army uniform, so he yelled angrily:
"Did those old men from Les Invalides trick you into coming here? Who is your commander?! Don't you know that this manor is the residence of my Count Isaac!"
The more than fifty guards holding spears behind the Count also spread out, forming a fan shape and guarding Count Isaac in the center.
Although compared with the more than 300 soldiers outside the door, these fifty people seemed a little weak, but they were not nervous at all. On the contrary, they appeared to be very skilled and skilled.
After all, these guards knew very well that even if a general led his army here, he would not dare to openly harm his master. They just needed to show off.
Including the group of soldiers outside, this group of idiots are just tough on the outside and weak on the inside. Even if they were given ten times the courage, they would not be able to attack the noble Count Isaac, the administrator of the Île-de-France and the real minister of state.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In Count Isaac's view, the only ones among the military forces who are likely to cause trouble for him are the white people in the Invalides who hate him.
The army is in shirtsleeves.
But Count Isaac really didn't expect that those white-shirted soldiers were so stupid that they would use such a trick to scare him.
Do they think they can force themselves to give up on land disputes by asking a junior to lead an army outside their own manor? They are really stupid.
"Invalides? Ah..."
Lawrence also quickly understood Earl Isaac’s misunderstanding, so he smiled and shook his head:
"My Lord Count, I don't know what you are talking about. I am not old enough to go to the Invalides for retirement. I am here just at your invitation."
The furious Earl Isaac was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide and continued to look at the military school logo on Lawrence's sleeves.
"Hahahaha, you!"
Earl Isaac suddenly laughed wildly, and the anger just now was swept away, as if he was enjoying an unexpected performance in the theater:
"Are you Charles Bornaparte? So these people are all cadets of the Paris Military Academy? Hahahahaha!"
If it was the White Shirts who planned this march to intimidate, then Count Isaac would still be angry at the other party's bottomless and extremely stupid strategy.
But if the people outside were a group of young military cadets, then Count Isaac would only find it completely ridiculous.
These innocent young people, do they think that after learning how to shoot for a few days in the military academy, they can point their guns at others without restraint?
This is Île-de-France, boys, power is the hard currency here, and fists are of no use.
Lawrence smiled and looked at Count Isaac, watching him laugh like he was sucking laughing gas, and calmly waited for his annoying laughter to subside.
The students who were mocked were already filled with shame and anger. They held swords in their left hands and guns in their right hands, staring at the arrogant Count Isaac, wishing they could shoot him in the head right now.
"Sorry, boys, it's been so long since I've seen such interesting young people like you...Look at you, you all want to eat me alive."
Earl Isaac directly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, slowly flattened the raised corner of his mouth, and sneered at the fully armed students who were eyeing him eagerly:
"But you can't, because I am a noble, an earl, and a minister! Boys, taste this helpless frustration and go back to where you came from. I will not hold you accountable while I am in a good mood.
Guilty... Oh, except for you, Charles Bornaparte, and your friends..."
Lawrence smiled slightly and interrupted:
"Speaking of my friend, Lord Count, a student named Berthier should be in your manor now."
"Ah! Berthier, yes, that's the name, of course he is here." Count Isaac's face was cold, like a ghoul, and he smiled sinisterly:
"He is playing happily with my son, his old classmate, in the dungeon of this manor. Do you three want to join them?"
Lawrence narrowed his eyes. Although his expression did not change, a murderous aura had already arisen.
The other students were even more furious after hearing this. Thinking that Chairman Berthier was being abused by Gur at their feet, they wanted to rush into the manor and rescue him immediately.
Crown Prince Louis was trembling with anger, and the sword in his right hand was pointed straight at Earl Isaac, who was not far away.
However, everyone still suppressed this impulse and turned their attention to Charles Bornaba at the forefront.
"My Lord Earl, I have a proposal." Lawrence said in a deep voice:
"If you could release Berthier and compensate him for the injustice he suffered, I think that would put an end to this today."
"Ha? Hahahaha compensation? Give up? No way, you are so interesting!" Earl Isaac laughed uncontrollably again:
"I have decided, I will cut off your limbs, then heal your wounds, and leave you in the manor as a clown. I will never be short of jokes in my life, hahaha!"
Not only Earl Isaac, but also the servants and guards around him could not help but reveal mocking smiles.
This fool, he still thinks he has room to negotiate with the Earl?
"Does that mean you refused?" Lawrence asked knowingly. At the same time, he unhurriedly took out the precision pistol made by Major Trifali from his waist and began to load it calmly.
"Nonsense! Bornaparte, do you really think you can do whatever you want by bringing a group of students to my manor? This is Paris, you idiot!"
Count Isaac laughed heartily and said:
"It's a good thing for young people to be bold and energetic, but I also want to teach you a lesson, young people don't be too arrogant!"
"Why don't you call me young in your anger?"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, a gunshot suddenly exploded on the ground.
Lawrence raised his hand and shot towards Earl Isaac. The white smoke from the gun's muzzle had not dissipated yet, and it looked like a light mist under the faint moonlight.
Everyone was stunned for a moment. There was silence inside and outside the manor, and only the echoes of gunshots could be heard in the lonely wilderness.
A second later, a heart-rending howl tore through the silence:
"Ahhhhh! My leg! My leg! It's bleeding!"
Count Isaac's right leg went weak and he suddenly fell to the ground. Even the servants beside him were shocked by the sound of the gunfire and did not even have time to help him.
Lawrence glanced at Count Isaac, who was holding his calf and crying loudly in a pool of blood. He had deliberately avoided the critical point with the shot.
When the students were also shocked and overwhelmed by the gunshot, Lawrence made a decisive decision and ordered in a deep voice:
"The first company stayed outside to look after the horses and alert the surroundings, and the second and third companies followed me into the manor!"
"Yes...yes! Battalion Commander!"
The corresponding students also woke up from a dream and immediately started executing the orders.
Count Isaac, who fell to the ground, was still holding his calf and crying. It had been so many years since he had been so pampered and had not suffered such an injury for so many years.
This pain that he had not experienced for a long time washed over Count Isaac's nerves. He raised his head in pain and was about to shout angrily, but the sight he saw in front of him suddenly made him shut his mouth.
More than two hundred student soldiers armed with swords and guns formed two teams and followed Lawrence into the manor in an orderly manner.
The muzzles of these two hundred or so pistols were all pointed at the more than fifty guards in front of them, including Count Isaac, who was guarded by the guards in the center. He was also within the range of fire.
As long as Lawrence gives the order, the land of this manor will inevitably be stained red with blood, and the coffin makers in the city will also receive dozens of new orders.
Count Isaac sat on the ground, blood still pouring out from the wound on his calf, and at the same time, two hundred pistols were pointed at his head.
A bone-deep cold lingered in Earl Isaac's body from head to toe. This feeling of despair, like falling into an ice cave, was something he had never experienced in decades, and even made him stand up for a while.
All forgotten.
What are they going to do...
What are they going to do?
What are they going to do!
At this moment, Count Isaac only had this question in his mind.