England 1986

Chapter 11
"Who is that?!" Allen yelled softly.

These veterans are his grandfather's personal guards assigned to his father. They are all veterans who came down from the battlefield. The old earl of the previous generation picked and picked a dozen or so elites to guard the home. .

And this tradition of plucking British wool was also very proficient in the previous generation of old earls.

Alan couldn't remember their names, so he just greeted them casually.

"Second Young Master! People are under control, there are no weapons in the car."

This gray-haired old guy is the old white man who was guarding the gate of the manor just now.

He leaned over to Allen's car, lowered his head, and said against the window.

"Um"

Allen nodded, shook his left hand, and looked at the time on his watch. It was [-]:[-], which was okay.

"There are still [-] kilometers away from the border. Within half an hour, let them get out of the territory. If they can't get out, catch them back and bury them under the vines as fertilizer. I remember that the vines at home are several years old. Didn't you fertilize it?"

"I haven't buried anything for five or six years."

"Well, send a car to watch them."

Having said that, Allen finally glanced at Hurt, who had been in a daze beside him, and said, "By the way, take away the soiled land and don't pollute our Hill family's land, stone, drive!"

The two Bentleys started slowly, and drove away slowly as if nothing had happened.

Hurt and the middle-aged man stood still and hadn't recovered.

The old white man with the rifle next to him held the barrel in his right hand, and the butt of the gun was stuck on the instep of his right foot. He looked at the two wastes, raised his left wrist, looked at the time, and said, "You still have 28 minutes and 11 seconds. , York, go drive over here and take the bazooka."

The middle-aged man looked at Hutt in confusion, and Hutt grabbed the middle-aged man's coat and took it off.

"What, Hurt?"

"Idiot! Hurry up and clean up these lands, it's all your fault!"

Hurt spread the middle-aged man's suit jacket on the ground and took out his beloved silver business card case. Now that he can't care about anything else, he uses the thin business card case as a shovel and begins to scrape away the urine on the ground. Liquid "contaminated" land afloat.

He can see that this group of people are playing for real!

Now my life is in the hands of others, I can do whatever I am asked to do, don't think about anything else!

This middle-aged man has not seen the consequences of colliding with nobles, but Hurt knows it very well!
This is Carmarthen, the gate of the Hill family manor, the real fiefdom of the earl!

Here, it is so easy for the Hill family to kill a lot of people!

As for the reason, wouldn't it be right to be beaten to death for trespassing on private territory?

The Hill family is now in a tense period. The previous earl and the heir to the earl have just died. If they are charged with attempting to assassinate the new prospective earl, their deaths will be in vain!

Here, Jesus came and couldn’t save them both!

The black car with broken windows was driving staggeringly on the country road.

Since the two rear tires were smashed, the sound of the rear wheels rubbing against the ground was extremely harsh.

The driver was sweating profusely, his eyes were fixed on the front, and his hands were tightly controlling the steering wheel. The current vehicle is very laborious to operate, and
Behind them was a slow-moving, menacing pickup truck staring at them.

"Fack! Hurt, we almost went to see God!"

The middle-aged man who was still in shock finally came back to his senses, but his face was still pale.

"Shut up!" Hurt glanced back, it was already very cold outside in November weather, and the broken glass stubble on the car window occasionally splashed on him with the bumps of the car, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at the pickup truck in the back, there is still an old machine gun older than him in the back of the pickup truck, and there is a gun leaking out of the car window.
That swarthy Soviet-made rocket launcher.

"Mad! Mad!"

Hurt didn't even know how to describe this group of people. When he came here a few days ago, although Butler Huth's attitude was not friendly, the two sides got along quite happily. Why did he not bother to look at these in just a few days? The one-eyed old man, how did he become like this now?
"They have so many weapons! Isn't that illegal?"

The middle-aged man looked angry!
Great Britain is not America.

Free America, shooting every day.

Statistics from the previous year showed that the rate of gun ownership among civilians in the United States has reached 90%.

What is this concept?
Nine out of every ten Americans have guns on their bodies or at home!

And what about Great Britain!

Although in theory, civilians can also buy guns with a license, but what about this license?
If you want to apply, you really need to check the eighteen generations of your ancestors, and even check your physical and psychological conditions, so that it is possible to apply for such a certificate.

so.
The gun ownership rate in the whole of Great Britain is now hovering around 5%, and this statistical data includes the police in some places!

And in Carmarthen.
Probably the Hill family alone covered all the gun ownership rates in this area.

In the eyes of middle-aged people, in such a harsh environment, this group of people even has heavy weapons, which can be said to be lawless!

Hurt looked at the middle-aged man next to him like an idiot.

The middle-aged man touched his face and said, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter? Do you know what the Earls of Carmarthen represent? They were one of the first frontier earls! Their duty is to defend the crown prince! Deal with local riots! It's legal for them to have guns! Do you still want them to use Defending the crown prince with fists? Dealing with riots?"

It was only at this moment that Hurt gave the "social elite" among the common people such unorthodox knowledge.

Why was the Earl of Carmarthen's manor built outside Carmarthen City instead of inside the city?
Look at it from another angle.

They are like shepherd dogs, and the people living in Carmarthen City are a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the sheepfold.

In normal times, everything is fine.

Whenever something goes wrong, it's time for the Shepherd Dog to come out!

However, a long time ago, the British military system was divided into regiments and battalions.

The strength of the corps under the nobles depends entirely on the financial resources of the nobles!
As for the Crown Prince's bodyguards and the Hill family who also garrisoned the area, there must have been no shortage of soldiers or guns at that time, all of which were funded by the royal family.

What's more, there is also the behavior of the earls of the past dynasties.

After so many years of accumulation, until now, who can tell exactly how many weapons and ammunition are hidden in the basement of their manor?
And now the armed forces of these dozens of people in the earl's family are the product of modern policy changes and the weakening of the nobles.

But even with such power now, it is still very important in the surrounding area of ​​Carmarthenshire!
The armed force of dozens of people has light and heavy firepower, and all of them are veterans. Think about what kind of force this is?
Although their weapons are somewhat old, but
A weapon that kills is a good weapon!

And now this middle-aged man dared to question whether it was legal for the Earl of Carmarthen to have guns in his house?
People have been legal for hundreds of years!
This is the right bestowed by the King of England!
(End of this chapter)