Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 540: Rebellion 8

TL: Rui88

Babor Village, which had always been peaceful, was destined to experience a restless dawn.

At a little past three o’clock, except for a few people with ulterior motives, all the villagers were sound asleep in their dreams.

Suddenly, the dogs in the village began to bark wildly. Starting with the first dog’s bark, within just a few minutes, all the dogs in the village began to bark.

The commotion made by the dogs was too great, and most people were awakened. Among those who did not know the truth, some angrily cursed these barking beasts, while others worried if some bandits had entered the village. As for those who knew a certain secret, their hearts felt as if they had been fiercely clamped by iron tongs.

The sound of horses’ hooves! A large number of horses’ hooves sounded on the main road in the middle of the village. The sound was very dense, a sound that could only be produced by a large number of horses. So much so that in the houses along the street, those who were awakened from their sleep could clearly feel the ground shake.

Even the bravest person did not dare to go out rashly at this time. They could only muster the courage to peek at the situation outside through the cracks in their windows.

With a loud crash! The residence of the Ferguson family at the east end of the village was broken open.

A large number of Alda soldiers armed with muskets rushed into the residence. Bayonets were fixed to the front of the muskets, and they gleamed brightly under the light of the courtyard lamps.

“You! Who are you? This is Lord Ferguson’s residence. Who let you trespass?”

A few servants bravely questioned the newcomers. Most of the people in the residence had been taken by Ferguson to go “hunting,” so there were relatively few people.

“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find anyone after I came in.”

The leading officer chuckled and gave an order that made these servants feel that something bad was about to happen. “Tie them all up.”

“Ah? My lord, spare us!”

Several servants were so scared that they collapsed to the ground. The previous threat had not worked. They certainly knew they had encountered a tough nut to crack and decisively switched to playing weak.

“Tie them up, tie them up!”

The officer waved his hand, completely unmoved.

“One of us, one of us, don’t do it.”

A man with a small mustache, a thin build, and a smiling face ran out from inside.

He came before the officer, nodding and bowing, his attitude extremely humble.

“My lord, you must have misunderstood. This is Lord Ferguson’s residence. He is a knight loyal to Lord Grayman. Seeing your attire, you must also be an army loyal to Lord Grayman. Since we serve the same lord, we are all on the same side.”

The officer looked the man up and down and asked, “Who are you?”

The man with the small mustache smiled slightly. “I am the steward here.”

The officer’s eyes widened. “Steward? Isn’t that the family head’s closest lackey? You must know where Ferguson is. Tell me his location quickly.”

He then slapped his own forehead.

“No, you will come with me now to find the battalion’s instructor. Lead the way for us.”

Two soldiers came forward and grabbed the steward’s arms from the left and right, then started to drag him out.

“Hey? No, no, no.”

The steward struggled vigorously, and while struggling, he shouted, “There must be some misunderstanding here. You can’t arrest an innocent person.”

Although he was shouting about a misunderstanding, the steward’s heart was as clear as a mirror. As one of Ferguson’s closest confidants, he certainly knew what his master was up to. When he first heard of his master’s plot, the steward’s jaw almost dropped to the floor. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

That was a matter that could lead to the extermination of his entire clan!

What the steward couldn’t figure out was how the news had spread so quickly that the army knew about it.

He had already followed his master’s instructions and taken control of the nearby signal station. Besides, Paul Grayman had no opportunity to send a message through the signal station, right? He was still surrounded in the mountains.

“Misunderstanding?” The officer snorted coldly. “We’ll soon find out if it’s a misunderstanding or not.”

He waved his hand. “Search! Root out everyone in this residence and take them away!”

In about half an hour, a group of people were tied up on the village’s threshing ground.

Seeing this scene, Ferguson’s steward made up his mind that he would not tell this army his master’s “hunting location” no matter what. Only if his master’s side and the side in Lakeheart Town succeeded could their own crisis be resolved.

However, half an hour later, the steward told the interrogating soldiers the “hunting location”…he had overestimated his own willpower and endurance.

“That place is called Weaselcat Valley. There are mountains to the north and south, with only two entrances, east and west.”

The steward spoke with a lisp, partly because his face hurt and partly because he had lost a lot of teeth.

“Lord Ferguson… no, the traitor Ferguson… ouch… and his accomplices gathered a total of more than 600 people from the nearby villages and trapped the lord inside. They planned to assassinate him tonight when the lord’s guards let down their guard. If that still didn’t work… ouch…”

He clutched his swollen half-face and cried out in pain.

The battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Carter Holly, grabbed his clothes. “If it still didn’t work, what then? Speak quickly.”

“They would… they would…”

The steward was frightened by the lieutenant colonel’s fierce expression.

“They would set fire to the forest in Weaselcat Valley and use the fire to achieve their goal.”

Lieutenant Colonel Holly was shocked. How vicious!

“Quick, take a few people who are familiar with the terrain. We will immediately rush to Weaselcat Valley!”

The lieutenant colonel immediately made a decision, and his subordinates immediately took action.

The officers and soldiers of the Eighth Infantry Battalion once again galloped on their horses. However, they had just left the village for less than two miles when they saw a light appear far away in the night sky.

…

“They really set the forest on fire! These villains, I will make them pay.”

Paul swore angrily. He shouted outside, “Everyone, retreat to the camp quickly!”

Flames began to appear in the distance, burning larger and stronger. Moreover, it was a windy day, and the wind fanned the flames. In a short while, the surrounding forest was engulfed in raging flames.

In order to leave Paul and his men with nowhere to hide, the traitors had set fires in several directions.

The tents, which were flammable, had already been dismantled. Not long ago, the uninjured soldiers had also gone out of the camp and desperately started pulling up grass, hoping to prevent the fire from reaching the camp. But they did not have the right tools, and the efficiency of weeding was not high. Moreover, when the entire forest was burning, what could a small firebreak stop?

According to Paul’s order, the soldiers on the periphery of the camp all retreated.

Standing in the very center of the camp was Ladi Sertia. While everyone was busy, only this green-haired witch stood there motionless, her eyes tightly closed, it was unknown what she was doing or thinking.

Now, as the fire got closer and closer, she suddenly opened her eyes.