"one."
Corus Haken clenched his hands into fists, but did not fire.
"Rejoice, today is your lucky day, I promised my lieutenant that no one will die in vain."
A faint wrinkle appeared at the corner of his old mouth, and he waved his hand and ordered:
"Bring the thermite rifle over here."
Thermite rifle, one of the few individual weapons on the battlefield that can threaten dragoon armor. The small metal balls filled with aluminum iron oxide inside will undergo a thermite reaction and burn and release heat when the ignition bomb explodes, which has the terrifying power to easily melt steel.
This is really a bulky weapon. I really don't know why it is called a "rifle." Rowan thought to himself that the metal monster in front of him was like a small artillery piece, and the two veterans worked together to lift it.
The colonel placed the muzzle of the gun on the ground, stepped on the preset loading pedal, broke off the barrel of the gun, and filled it with fixed bullets the size of cans:
"Back off."
Corus Haken leveled the muzzle of his gun and said calmly, and everyone quickly dispersed.
boom!
The originally indestructible steel safety door boiled like hot oil meeting water, and the steel door gate was melted into red molten iron, with sparks everywhere.
"Bring the sack first, then use the crowbar when the temperature drops slightly. Be careful not to burn your hands with the gold."
These gold bars are worth tens of thousands of pounds, which may be enough for these veterans to enjoy their retirement years. But for the tens of thousands of veterans in Lyria, it's still a drop in the bucket.
"What are you going to do next, Corus?" Rowan asked.
"I hired a ship. Once the brothers have filled their pockets with gold, we will sail out of the country."
"What if they block the ports?"
"It won't be long. Yuanwang Port is an important port for east-west trade. The losses of blocking the port will be much more than these gold bars. As long as we hide for a while, we can find an opportunity to slip out."
The colonel patted him on the shoulder: "Look at these people, they were all your brothers and sisters. This country has personally destroyed most of their lives. At least let them live the rest of their lives in peace."
Rowan was noncommittal. The soldiers who had made outstanding contributions to Lyria were now forced to live on the streets. If the merits and sins can really be balanced, he is willing to believe that these people's actions are excusable.
But the Bureau of Investigation doesn’t see it that way.
"Colonel Haken, we also found a batch of medals that look like they are made of gold. Do you want to take them with you?"
The cry of another veteran came from the door. His prosthetic leg was limping, but his walking was not affected at all.
"Take me there."
The colonel motioned for Rowan to follow, and the two of them headed to the stamping room. I saw the medals stamped with molds neatly arranged in a metal plate and cooling. They were shiny and golden, but they looked so cheap.
Rowan picked up a medal and rubbed it sadly:
"It turns out that this is what we worked so hard for when we were young. Honor, merit... are actually mass-produced in a place like this."
A feeling of loss surged through him, like a dissipating mirage, or something worse than that.
Colonel Haken grabbed a handful of golden medals and smashed them into pieces:
"It's a good deal to exchange a piece of metal for a soldier's life."
He sneered and overturned the iron plate, and the bright medals fell to the ground one by one, rolling and bouncing like broken ideals.
Whoosh——
A white arrow came through the wind. Corus Haken tilted his head back to dodge. The arrow scratched the bridge of his nose, leaving a hideous blood mark.
"It seems those crows are here." He wiped the blood from the bridge of his nose and whispered, "I'll leave this to you, Rowan."
"Everyone, prepare to fight. Let them hear our roar and let this country that betrayed us pay the price with blood! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"
…
When Ed arrived on the scene, a small firefight had begun at the Mint.
It seems that Mr. Eaton tracked the other party first.
Outside a wall, he saw Byakuya's figure. Sissy was sitting behind the bunker at the moment, and Mr. Sea Monster wearing a diving helmet was bandaging his arm.
"Fuck, can you be gentler?" Byakuya complained with bared teeth.
"Be content. I'll be thankful that I can put a bandage on you while wearing a diving suit." There was a dull sound of water coming from the sea monster's metal hood.
"Hey, three-legged cat! Keep your head down and be careful. There's more than one person in the building who is good at shooting."
Seeing Ed, Bai Ya quickly waved for him to come over.
"You were shot? Is it okay?" Ed walked over and asked.
"It's nothing serious, I just got shot accidentally. Rowan, who was so stupid, actually spared my life. I almost killed that bastard colonel, but if it wasn't for a momentary mistake, Rowan would have suffered too. In my hand."
"Stop being so harsh. Admit it, you are just a little kid in front of Rowan." The sea monster said sarcastically.
"Where's the anvil? Is he okay?"
Ed remembered that the thermite rifle was among the list of lost weapons. If the big man was hit head-on by that thing, it would be very dangerous.
"He is very well. Mr. Eaton asked him not to act rashly and to block the exit and wait for reinforcements." Byakuya replied.
"What about Miss Quinn?"
"I don't know. I guess the great detective has other plans for her. Why don't you pay more attention to me?"
"I think you're quite sharp-tongued, so it shouldn't be a big problem." Ed shrugged.
"Listen to me, Ah Mao, hiss..." Bai Ya breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't know what the old boy Luo Wen is up to. You have to find a way to help him. I'm still waiting for him to cure me. It’s hurt.”
"Even if you say so...there are fire points everywhere in this building. Well, not even a bird can fly in."
Ed used his cane to hook up Byakuya's metal mask and quietly lifted it up. Suddenly there was a bullet hole in it.
"Listen, there is a sound." The sea monster suddenly stretched out his hand to signal the two of them to be silent.
Buzz buzz...
Roaring harmonies gathered in the sky, and the dense, swarm-like noise brought back Ed's horrific memories of the Bloodweaver Bee.
A small "swarm" of bees gathered above the street lamp in the distance. There were about twenty or thirty bees, each one the size of a pigeon. Four rotors were circling and flying in the sky. Below was the fuselage of a brass disk and the cold air. muzzle--
The Royal Society's Wasp drone.
