Zhou Jinru didn't sleep all night, so he opened a corner of the curtain and looked outside.
The winter nights are extremely long. It snowed at some point and it was very cold in the room.
It must have been that the heating pipe was damaged when the bomb exploded. In such an environment, there would be no city personnel to repair it.
There are still many tenants in the apartment, and those who can't stand the cold occasionally make harsh coughs. This is bound to be a difficult night.
There are occasional patrols carrying lanterns on the roadside. Compared with the previous two days, the number has dropped sharply. Therefore, they have to reduce the number of patrols to relieve the fatigue of the personnel.
The night was not peaceful, and when I looked into the distance, I could still see several fire spots on the horizon.
The tranquility was broken by the sound of horse hooves without any warning, and the fiery red figure appeared in the window. The dragon knight who had gone away dismounted and rushed into the apartment quickly. Nothing could stop her.
In order to prevent Sylvia from making more noise, Zhou Jinru had no choice but to go out to greet her.
As soon as he opened the door, the dragon knight walked in with a sinister look and said coldly: "What happened to His Majesty the King?!"
"Your new nobles imprisoned the king in an attempt to kill him for the greater good."
"How dare they?!"
The dragon knight general was furious, her eyes became even colder, and she asked: "How can I believe that what you said is true?!"
"Have you seen this?"
Zhou Jinru has an extra rivet in his hand. It looks no different from an ordinary rivet. It can be found everywhere, even on the roadside.
Sylvia looked solemn, holding the rivet and inspecting it carefully, and said in a deep tone: "You actually have a royal token, who gave it to you?"
"I can't tell you that you came to me so late for more than just this matter."
"I want you to go somewhere with me."
"where?"
"My personal arsenal."
This time it was Zhou Jinru's turn to be surprised and asked hurriedly: "What do you want to do?"
"you guess."
…
Dragoon General Sylvia's personal arsenal is located in the secret room of her mansion. Outsiders cannot enter it without her leadership.
"Did you move all the equipment from the military camp home?"
Zhou Jinru looked at the dazzling array of weapons and equipment and felt that his eyes were not full.
He was holding a modified Lee-Enfield rifle with a new sniper scope and a continuous-shooting grip.
In addition, he also saw several steam mechas, most of which were missing parts. The only one that was intact was the experimental version of the Fox.
"Steam mechas are all controlled equipment, how can I get a complete one?"
Zhou Jinru laughed dryly. Even if he really had one, he couldn't use it. A steam mecha suddenly appeared in Londinium. It wouldn't take long to find Sylvia's head. Who would bear this responsibility?
After thinking about it for a while, he realized that Sylvia probably already knew something and was just asking him to confirm it.
General Dragoon is a Victorian soldier with an extraordinary sense of smell in some aspects. His suspicion of the new nobles has never been eliminated. In turn, he can easily draw conclusions.
"You can choose from all the weapons and equipment here, including some of the latest technology products from the Big Ben Research Institute, do you understand?"
Zhou Jinru put down the rifle in his hand, pointed at a row of firearms that could be hung on the wall, and asked, "What exactly do you want me to do?"
"The new nobles have taken control of the core area of Londinium. I need a helper who can at least help me enter the palace. If you don't have the guts, I won't blame you."
"As far as I know, members of the royal family are not currently at the palace."
Sylvia frowned and said, "You don't need to remind me about this. Are you going?"
Zhou Jinru fixed the dagger on the outside of his arms and asked, "What will happen if I say no?"
"This is my home, my arsenal, you can't escape."
"Okay, this threat is very powerful, do you think I'm surrendering myself to the trap?"
'certainly. '
Zhou Jinru paused and said with a smile: "I would like to ask, I saw the wedding photo of you and your husband when I came in. By the way, you also have a lovely daughter. Are they safe?"
Sylvia walked to the weapon rack, reached out and held a long gun, looked up at the sharp blade of the gun, and said calmly: "I will not put my family in the most dangerous place. They are no longer in Londinium."
The dragon cavalry general's hand slowly exerted force and raised the spear.
"They all call you Mr. Four, what is your real name?"
Zhou Jinru thought for a while: "Thomas Cotman."
"snort."
…
The snow gradually slowed down, a glimmer of light appeared in the sky, and the entire land began to regain its vitality.
In shops on both sides of the road, royalists organized men to surround the city's public university, which was tightly sealed.
"William, we have already agreed that once we start the attack, the students detained in the school will immediately counterattack, attack from inside and outside, and completely capture the university area. Many students are willing to help us."
William kept his brows furrowed: "Friar, what do you think?"
"We were not the ones who caused the disputes in the school before. I have a question, where did those people go?"
Kelsey looked at the people around her, and her words aroused the attention of some people.
"But we have no choice. If we take over the school, those wavering families will reconsider their future situation."
The so-called arrow has to be fired when it is on the string. Kelsey has no better way. The armory, granary and important areas have scattered the power of the new nobles, but they still have a huge team, and the situation has only changed from 19 to now. At four or six, the royalists lacked the key elements to truly win.
It is also the core of the entire plan.
king.
No one knew where the king was.
"Monk."
Kelsey shook his head: "All the plans are to make up for the lack of strength. Now the new nobles and us are barely brought to the same level, almost to the limit. The rest can only be left to luck."
Earl Arizona nodded: "My luck has always been very good."
William's expression slowly relaxed and he clenched his fists: "The matter is now at this point. We can only keep moving forward. Thank you for your help, monk. Next is our battle."
"You want me to leave?"
"You should not continue to intervene, monk. If we succeed, you will be our honored guest. If we fail, no one will know your true identity. You will still be safe."
Kelsey looked at this group of young men. Thirty-four-year-old William was the oldest among them, even the carefree Earl of Arizona was only twenty-eight years old.
"Ken William, is there anything you want to entrust me with?"
William took out a pocket watch from his arms and threw it to Kelsey, saying softly: "Count Vincent knows what to do."
