I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 241 Attacking “rioters”

"There's still half a mile." At the front of the group of "peasants", Blanche, who was wearing a ragged felt hat, put away his binoculars and said to the middle-aged man with light brown skin next to him, "This mission is extremely dangerous." God forbid, those guys won't shoot directly at us. "

"Probably not. There have been rioters here before, and they didn't even fire much." The middle-aged man spoke with a thick southern accent, "When this mission is over, you will be the second commander of the action team. "

Upon hearing this, the complaining look on Blanche's face disappeared instantly. Yes, although this mission is dangerous, the reward is also generous enough - an immediate two-level upgrade.

And according to the news he heard, the Police Information Department will soon be upgraded to the "Intelligence Department." Then the second operational commander is equivalent to the level of assistant police chief!

He grinned and said politely to the middle-aged man: "You should also get a promotion this time, right?"

The latter waved his hand dejectedly: "Don't you know the situation of the royal police? Only those who have money and respect their superiors can be promoted..."

The two chatted in low voices, and soon they vaguely saw the narrow stone fence of the manor.

Blanche gave instructions to his men according to the original plan, asking the unarmed agents to stand in front and those with guns to stand in the back, and then took the lead in walking towards the gate of the manor.

The soldiers of the Montcalm Legion guarding the manor soon discovered the more than 300 "rioters" in the distance, and shouted loudly: "Stop! This is the territory of Count Serurier, get out of here immediately. !”

The "farmers" on Blanche's side shouted in a southern accent: "We are starving, give us something to eat!"

"Okay, okay, sir..."

"Let us go in and we'll get something to eat..."

The soldiers at the door looked at each other and raised their guns.

"Let's rush in!" Blanche shouted, took out a sling from his pocket, rotated it several times, and then flicked his wrist, and a stone flew towards the soldiers.

The other "rioters" also followed the same example. For a moment, the "whirring" sound of the rope spinning was heard everywhere, and stones flew towards the soldiers like raindrops.

This catapult can easily throw stones 70 to 80 meters. It can be said to be a riot artifact, causing the soldiers to scream and retreat.

As the warning sounded, a battalion of soldiers rushed out not long after, approaching the "rioters" and firing several shots at random in an attempt to disperse them.

The rioters immediately shouted: "These soldiers are going to kill us!"

"Damn you, you will even deprive us of our right to eat!"

"Isn't it just a gun? We have one too!"

"Fight them!"

The "rioters" in the back row suddenly took out the guns hidden behind them and shot at the soldiers outside the manor through the gaps in the crowd.

The soldiers obviously did not expect that they actually had guns. After a brief moment of shock, they immediately fired back with more intense firepower.

Just as the firefight began on the west side of the manor, several figures quietly entered the manor from the northwest corner and set fire to the flax field...

In the luxurious castle-like building in the center of the manor, the Marquis of Saint-Villan was carefully considering his words: "Dear Duke, this misunderstanding caused by the rioters... caused His Majesty the King to have a suspicion of his army, and now he also Only you can help me explain the situation to His Majesty..."

The clerk on the side quickly wrote it down, and then handed the piece of paper to him: "Your Majesty, Marquis, please take a look."

The Marquis de Saint-Villan glanced at it casually, signed the letter in annoyance, and estimated in his mind how much money it would take to drive the Duke to lobby for him.

200,000 livres? Forget it... 300,000 is safer.

In order to end his current embarrassing situation with dignity, he has spent more than 1.2 million livres on establishing relationships in the Palace of Versailles. Not to mention all the "funds" given to him by the Duke of Orleans before, he also spent more than 200,000.

Just as the Marquis de Saint-Villan stamped his private seal on the envelope, he suddenly heard the "pop" sound of the order in the distance.

As an officer, he knew this all too well. It was the sound of gunfire in Charleville.

"What's going on?" He frowned and looked at the attendant.

The latter hurriedly ran out to inquire about the situation, and returned after a while to report to the Marquis: "Sir, a group of mobs tried to break into the manor, and it seems they still had guns. Three of us died."

"Gun? Could it be that the police station was robbed?" The Marquis of Saint-Villan looked out the window and said angrily, "These lawless untouchables! Let Major Brune disperse them as soon as possible."

"Yes! General."

Just as the herald was about to leave, the Marquis de Saint-Villan suddenly thought of something.

Didn’t the royal family try to calm down the chaos themselves? Now that these rioters are coming to the door, it is better to use them to show goodwill to the royal family.

At this moment, an officer hurriedly knocked on the door and said to the Marquis de Saint-Villan: "General, the rioters set the flaxen floor of the manor on fire!"

The latter hurriedly turned to the window on the other side, and sure enough he saw billowing smoke billowing in the distance.

"These bastards!" The Marquis of Saint-Villan grinded his teeth.

Count Serulier is a very influential nobleman. His army is stationed here, but he cannot save his manor. This is simply humiliating himself!

The Marquis of Saint-Villan suddenly shouted: "Order Brun to lead two regiments of troops to catch all these mobs! Anyone who dares to resist will be shot to death immediately!"

"Yes! General."

Half an hour later, Major Bullen led more than 3,000 soldiers and rushed toward the "rioters" in a mighty manner. There was even a company of cavalry on the left side of the line.

When Blanche heard the sound of horse hooves, he felt something was wrong. He picked up the binoculars and took a look. He was suddenly startled and broke into a cold sweat. He hurriedly shouted to his men: "Run! Run! Throw down the gun."

According to the "script" given to him by his superiors, he should have repeatedly provoked the Montcalm Legion. The other party was annoyed and sent some soldiers to attack him.

How come there are thousands of troops in the first place?

Hundreds of "rioters" ran desperately towards the woods on the east side, followed by a huge army in hot pursuit.

After a wild run, the "rioters" saw that they were only two to three hundred meters away from the planned woods, and the cavalry of the Montcalm Legion had already caught up.

The dozen or so people who were running the slowest were cut down by sabers in an instant, screaming in agony.

Blanche resisted not looking back, and finally plunged into the woods while the cavalry turned around and regrouped.

Major Brun frowned and looked at the woods, and ordered three infantry companies to go in and pursue them, while other troops surrounded the woods from both sides.

His orders were quickly carried out.

However, just more than ten seconds after the soldiers of the three companies stepped into the woods carelessly, intensive gunfire suddenly erupted in the forest, and a large amount of gunpowder smoke rose from the bare trees.