Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 125 Die, Mazarin!

July NO.20, when the guards in Chartres were counting with their fingers how long until St. Michael's Day, the companion was panicking and pointing at the smoke ahead, crawling backwards go.

The elite jellyfish in the city who received the news organized other jellyfish to defend.

Some ignorant human soldiers were also trapped inside.

They can't tell the difference between jellyfish and humans. They only know that these people are their officers in name and pay themselves.

There is a certain difference between elite jellyfish and ordinary jellyfish.

Elite jellyfish have a certain degree of intelligence, can understand complex commands, and adapt to the environment.

Ordinary jellyfish can only understand simple commands. Apart from not being afraid of death, their wisdom is not as good as that of a rural farmer.

Moreover, the elite jellyfish body can also transform, and has a certain resistance to high-intensity sound waves.

If it weren't for the scarcity of numbers, the resistance of the rebels would have been more difficult.

"It's not a small group of rebels, it's an established rebel army."

"Go to Bam City and report to Lord Mazarin!"

General Blanche stood behind the soldiers, and he said loudly: "Everyone, just fight as before. These ghosts are afraid of the sound of the cannon blasting. The artillery battalion aims at the tower as much as possible and weakens the jellyfish. The rest of the humans We try to earn as much as we can.”

"Yes, General."

The vigilante's momentum is like a rainbow.

Using this method, they have even conquered several cities.

The fighting progressed gradually, and finally came to a stalemate near Lambouillet - a place famous for its beautiful castle and spacious park.

Now all that remains are the ruins and the wounded.

Mazarin sent almost all the troops to fight a protracted war with them.

The artillery fire on the battlefield is limited.

The security forces were also unwilling to give up. They knew that as long as they went forward, they would reach the city of Bam. When the time came, they would rush into Versailles and capture Mazarin alive, and prosperity and wealth would be in sight.

Blanche knew more.

He was not annoyed when he saw that the battlefield was level with the opponent, but instead looked forward with hope—that was the direction of Bam City.

"Rebels, you have to work hard."

"Francet's future hangs on you, please!"

"Kill Mazarin and free the king."

Cities are more chaotic than battlefields.

Most people here have heard the news of the war.

Gangsters, residents, pagans, small and medium nobles, cultural writers, and students all stood up. They took the weapons distributed by the rebels and attacked Mazarin's lackeys under the guidance of the Musketeers.

Logically speaking, Mazarin had sufficient manpower in the city.

But there are too many people who can't stand against him.

Ivan asked the steel bird to bring back a new horseshoe from Fort Luz Pitt, and killed all the elite jellyfish.

As a result, the city's strict religious system completely collapsed like a domino.

Not that no one supports the jellyfish body.

Such as those religious madmen, or big land nobles.

De Treville led men to assassinate them.

The musket captain's arm was not a human hand, but was infected by the steel bird and merged with the musket. The bone bullets emitted from this were more powerful than ordinary gunpowder.

boom.

A bony bullet pierces the head of a jellyfish body.

Entering from the left, several black sprays erupted from the temple on the right.

De Treville held his arm and sneered at these monsters.

Be it the rebels or the angry residents nearby, they were all a little farther away without exception.

While killing his enemies, he himself was treated as an outlier.

Mirabeau walked to the front of the crowd and calmed down the crowd with an almost crazy gesture.

"Everyone, listen to what I have to say, Mirabeau."

"I don't intend to deceive you, I just want to help you. Because only I, Mirabeau, know that if you can, you don't want to do bad things. Now everyone walks into the street with a weapon in their hand, and they are all killed by that nasty horse. Sarin forced it."

Immediately someone shouted: "Kill Mazarin."

"Kill Mazarin, I like that slogan."

Mirabeau put on a serious face: "I know that everyone wants to kill Mazarin. This is one of the goals of our struggle. But what needs to be considered is how to achieve this goal. Now moving forward is Versailles. There's a lot of Mazarin's lackeys in there."

"Ordinary people go there to seek death. Only professional soldiers can join us."

"I know everyone is determined, but now I hope everyone can protect themselves at this critical moment. Now our rebels are going to Versailles to kill Mazarin. This is destined to be an arduous battle."

"Everyone, if you are not good at using guns and knives, you can go to other places temporarily."

"Help the rest of the city and seize strategic routes."

Many people in front of Mirabeau left. Although the residents were impulsive, their heads were still very clear.

There are bound to be many soldiers in Versailles, and if they go with them, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Of course, Mirabeau is not such a kind person.

He advised the residents because he had discussed it with Ivan before.

The battle with Mazarin must be a battle between extraordinary.

There can be a number of people, but not so many.

Otherwise, it is easy to be used by the other party.

Count Mirabeau waved his hand, and the acrobat named Flim Naipu led the way ahead. He knew that a small path could quickly lead to the palace inside Versailles.

"Walk."

Ivan, Don Quixote, and de Treville went first.

Behind them are Count Mirabeau, Don Serra, and d'Artagnan.

And finally, the rest of the Resistance's companions.

Everyone walked through several small paths in a winding way.

And turned over a green bush.

A few thorn bushes scratched the Rebel's skin, but no one said a word.

Everyone ensures that their psychological conditions are adjusted to the best.

They are already mentally prepared to face the next crisis.

The crowd finally stopped in a side hall.

Ivan narrowed his eyes, and he saw that there were already two people waiting for them on the stairs.

Three meters high, with a body like a hill.

It's daunting to watch.

The fat chin, the fat that can't see the expression clearly.

There are several yellow bumps on the cheeks of the cyst, and there are flies' eggs looming inside.

Frimnaip was the first to run up to Mazarin.

With a shy face, he looked like asking for credit: "Master Mazarin, the villain has brought all the members of the rebel army here. This group of damned people dare to fight against you because of their lard. You must be good!" Punish them, most importantly kill them all."

"Lord Mazarin."

Aramis next to him asked worriedly.

Mazarin just waved his hand and told him to support the jellyfish in other places.

"It took me a lot of effort to trick them."

Frimnaip still wants to claim credit.

Mazarin looked at the crowd: "In this case, you are useless."

"I"

Before he could explain, Mazarin shrank his mouth, his mouth was like a black hole, and Frimnaip couldn't control his body, so he could only fly towards his mouth.

At first, it was only the head stuffed into the mouth, and he could still struggle.

"Help, help."

Later, the whole person entered Mazarin's stomach, and he couldn't even hear the cry for help.

Mazarin smacked his lips. Although his arms and thighs were thick, they were too short and thin compared to his body.

He looked at Ivan and the others again, stretched his whole body, like a toad that had been preparing to jump, jumped high and landed in front of everyone.

He said grimly: "So you are against me."

"Hi, I've eaten you up, so you can't oppose me anymore?"

This is not an interrogative sentence, this is an affirmative sentence.

"Hurry up!"

Ivan shouted loudly, and everyone ran around.

Several pieces of gravel on the ground were sucked into his mouth by Mazarin, chewed and swallowed into his stomach.

Ivan's face was gloomy: "The guy opposite is the most powerful enemy I have ever encountered. If it weren't for the horseshoe in hand and the newly made [grenade marbles], I really wouldn't be sure to deal with him."

The rebels screamed, "Here we go again."

The ground was hit hard, and a circular pothole appeared.

One of his companions was hit by the impact because he didn't have time to dodge, and flew out directly.

(End of this chapter)