"Third squadron, fire!"
Excited shouts echoed over the city walls.
Old York hurriedly worked the bolt and mounted the adjusted scope onto the stock, picking off those nobles dressed in extravagant garb.
During the previous two rounds of shooting, he had already picked out his target, the one dressed the most flamboyantly!
"Charge... Charge!" Below the city walls of the capital, Duke Barro shouted loudly, unafraid despite the constant gunfire and the roar of cannons on the battlefield. He believed that God was protecting him, and that the expensive armor he had bought offered the best defense.
In the back of his mind, Barro could already see himself bursting into the city, slaying the false King Hattar, and placing the crown upon his head!
A thrilling excitement filled his brain, but in the next moment, his thoughts froze. A lead bullet broke through the air, piercing the Divine Barrier and shooting straight into Barro's eye through a gap in the armor!