Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The enormous crossbow bolts slammed violently into the remains of the wooden house, each impact accompanied by a deafening explosion.

The wooden house rapidly collapsed under this destructive force, sending splinters flying and dust billowing.

The already dilapidated house was now utterly shattered, almost unrecognizable.

Jean Lerant held the little girl tightly, his broad frame becoming her most solid shield, ensuring that no flying debris could harm her in the slightest.

His eyes widened, fixed on the siege crossbows that continued to fire.

Every nerve was taut, trying to find a solution in this perilous environment.

His brain raced, analyzing every possible escape route and counterattack strategy.

In the Empire, such heavy weapons like siege crossbows were always strictly controlled.

Even the private armies of prominent nobles were not allowed to equip such devastating weapons.

Only the armies of the frontier princes, burdened with the responsibility of defending the borders, were allowed to possess a small number of siege crossbows to deal with potential foreign invasions.

Yet here, in this desolate place, siege crossbows had appeared.

This was not merely the appearance of a weapon, but the revelation of chilling information.

Jean Lerant's brow furrowed, realizing that a more complex conspiracy might be hidden behind this event.

Whether it was the well-trained, well-equipped Imperial army, or the powerful private army of a prince, they were both insurmountable obstacles for their current situation.

"Lord Lerant, the situation is critical; we will cover your escape," the Shadow Guard responsible for protecting Jean Lerant said as he struggled to crawl to his side, his voice filled with determination and loyalty.

At the same time, he handed Jean Lerant an item tightly wrapped in oilcloth.

Unbeknownst to him, she had already been struck by a stray arrow and lay silently on the ground, devoid of life.

Jean Lerant felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he knew that now was not the time for grief.

"Break out towards the southeast!" Jean Lerant made a decisive decision, his voice revealing an unquestionable determination, "Black Stone Fortress, fifty kilometers away, has an Imperial garrison; it is a newly formed unit in the last two years, and it is our only hope now."

Upon hearing this, the Shadow Guards immediately acted, forming a tight protective circle around Jean Lerant and the little girl.

During the breakout, they constantly brandished the weapons in their hands, resisting attacks from all directions.

Jean Lerant held the little girl tightly, knowing in his heart that they had to break out as soon as possible, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

He took a deep breath and took out a signal flare, firing it into the sky.

That was the life-saving signal flare that Soren had left him, then he led the Shadow Guards forward towards the southeast.

Their only goal was to rendezvous with the Imperial garrison at Black Stone Fortress as soon as possible; only in this way could they have a chance of survival.

In this critical moment, Jean Lerant pulled out a signal flare, the purple flare streaking across the sky.

This signal flare was left to him by Soren; any Imperial army that saw the signal flare would rush to rescue him immediately.

The rain of arrows in the sky paused briefly under the influence of the signal flare, and this precious moment of respite was like sending charcoal in the snow for Jean Lerant.

He quickly mounted his warhorse, using the dense branches and leaves of the forest as cover, deftly evading the enemy's line of sight and attacks.

Arrows whizzed past, but none of them managed to touch his figure.

In this thrilling chase,

Jean Lerant demonstrated extraordinary horsemanship and reaction abilities, finally successfully shaking off the enemy's tenacious arrow attacks.

Just when he thought he had temporarily escaped danger, suddenly, the thunderous sound of hooves shook the sky, as if the earth was about to split.

He was in a cold sweat.

A knight team of a hundred people and a cavalry of hundreds of people chased after him in a mighty manner.

Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, appearing aggressive and invincible.

"What virtue and ability do I possess to attract such a battle!" Jean Lerant couldn't help but curse inwardly, feeling both surprised and helpless.

Facing the pursuing knight force, their superb horsemanship and the blessing of knight skills were rapidly shortening the distance.

Jean Lerant felt the pressure increase sharply, his heart beating like a drum, every leap of the horse's hooves tugging at his nerves.

Just as the distance between the two sides closed to less than a hundred meters, suddenly, a passionate bugle call pierced the sky.

Jean Lerant looked in the direction of the sound and saw a thousand-man cavalry charging towards their location like a flood.

Their arrival seemed to inject new variables into this chase.

The knight team that was originally chasing Jean Lerant obviously did not expect such a change, and they quickly turned their horses and fled in the direction they came from.

Seeing this scene, Jean Lerant immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone in his heart finally landed.

Soon, the newly arrived cavalry met them, and the centurion leading the team looked at Jean Lerant and his party.

Their attire was indeed strange, different from the regular military uniforms, which aroused the centurion's vigilance. He asked with a gloomy face: "Who are you? Why do you have the Crown Prince's signal flare?"

Jean Lerant dared not neglect, and quickly explained: "We are the Crown Prince's guards, responsible for coming to the South Sea Province to investigate some matters. But we were ambushed on the way, and now we have important information that needs to be urgently sent to the Imperial Capital."

After hearing Jean Lerant's explanation, the centurion was about to open his mouth to ask further questions when the Shadow Guard quickly took out the token and showed it to the other party.

The centurion immediately saw the token and his face changed suddenly, and he closed his mouth tightly.

He re-examined Jean Lerant and his party, and his attitude was obviously much more respectful. He asked: "My lords, do you need me to escort you to the Central Province?" His voice revealed a hint of firmness that could not be refused.

Jean Lerant originally wanted to reject the centurion's proposal for escort.

He knew the importance of this mission and did not want any unnecessary interference, and what's more, he was worried that there might be unknown variables lurking in this thousand-man cavalry team.

After a brief moment of thought, a clever plan flashed in his mind,

Jean Lerant turned to the centurion, with a firm expression on his face after careful consideration, and said: "We are very grateful for your kindness, but I have a better proposal. We want to exchange outfits with you. Your men will put on our clothes and go to the Imperial Capital to deliver the information in our place. And we will put on your ordinary cavalry clothes and proceed in the team."