Chapter 388 Count Chavez

While they were talking, Count Lovett's private soldiers rushed in.

The rattling sound of guns being loaded made people's scalps numb.

"What are you doing?"

"Viscount!!"

"Count!!!"

This caused a chain reaction. The private soldiers of other nobles were not vegetarians. They rushed in together with a clamor.

The originally spacious venue was suddenly very crowded.

The key point was that a bunch of soldiers were holding rifles and pistols, and the scene was very tense.

If someone accidentally fired a gun at this time, it would be a big joke.

Those who were a little timid had already started to tremble in their legs.

Even Viscount Chavez had sweat on his forehead. He was different from others. He was about to reap the fruits of victory. Wouldn't it be a joke to die here?

"Calm down, fighting here is not good for anyone." Viscount Chavez stepped forward to mediate. He pointed at Viscount Rogers first: "Rogers, let your people calm down. I just want you to stay here temporarily.

Count Lovett, let your people go out too. If they fight here, I'm afraid the people in the Northern Principality will laugh their teeth off."

Count Bergen couldn't even stand steadily. The sudden situation just now was really beyond his expectations.

Fortunately, Viscount Chavez reacted quickly. He recovered now and immediately took out the earl's shelf and began to order: "Withdraw everyone. What do you want to do? Have you forgotten your identity?

Lovett, you withdraw your people first."

When their own lives were threatened, the nobles reacted quickly.

In a few minutes, all the private soldiers retreated out of the door.

But the atmosphere now can no longer be returned to the previous one.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air.

The surrender faction and the escape faction stood on both sides clearly.

Viscount Chavez thought about it and stood with Count Bergen and others.

Because of the conflict just now, it was meaningless to continue the discussion.

The nobles also realized the internal crisis.

Count Bergen's proposal was unanimously agreed by the escape faction.

They all had large colonies in the New World, some of which had even developed for more than ten years, and the area was larger than the fiefdom here.

So they were unwilling to surrender just like that, and they had to fight anyway.

They quickly reached a consensus and ran away tonight.

Everyone completed the arrangements under mutual supervision.

With only a small number of close family members, everyone boarded the ship.

This time, even the ships of the surrender faction were requisitioned.

In order to avoid conflict, Rogers and others had no objection.

Because the order came suddenly, the ships parked in the port suddenly moved in a mess.

Because there was no unified plan, the ships collided with each other.

Fortunately, there was a suddenness, and the fleet of the Northern Principality could not be on standby all the time.

When large and small ships rushed out of the port, the Principality fleet that had not received the news began to intercept.

At this time, Count Bergen and others began to board the ship.

Rogers and others also lost control.

"Quick, send someone to notify the Northern Principality." Viscount Rogers hurried to remedy the situation.

Although it didn't work, it was better than doing nothing.

It would be a proof in the future when the settlement was made.

As the first batch of ships rushed out of the port, a large number of ships followed.

Among them were some ironclad ships, which were the core team of the nobles.

At this time, they were all used as cannon fodder.

Viscount Chavez himself also took his close family members on board, and all his ships were close together.

According to the plan, they should escape when the firepower of the Northern Principality Fleet was sparse.

Some nobles in front could not wait to start the ship.

A large number of cannon fodder covered the real target and began to leave the port.

The roar of the artillery did not stop for a moment, and the Northern Principality Fleet could not intercept accurately.

Viscount Chavez heard the crying of the children. There were many children in the family, and they were already scared at this time.

In fact, the adults were not much better. How could the relatives not be afraid when they saw the situation collapsed to this extent?

Viscount Chavez was working for the Northern Principality, and not everyone knew about it.

Only a few people around him knew about it, and even his son didn't know.

So from their perspective, he was a dog that lost its home.

Seeing that Viscount Chavez did not move, his son couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Father, we have to leave too, otherwise it will be too late."

Viscount Chavez kept staring at Count Bergen's ship. Seeing that the surrounding ships were sparse and Count Bergen's ships began to start, he ordered, "Open fire, aim at the Bergen family's ships."

He came to take revenge this time, but unfortunately the old fox still found a chance to survive.

But even if he wanted to run, he had to see if he agreed.

After a few rounds of artillery fire, it would depend on whether the old guy was tough.

"Okay... bombard, no, father, did you say it wrong." Little Chavez was stunned. What was the point of bombarding the allies at this time?

But the gunner didn't care about him and only obeyed the orders of Viscount Chavez.

So the fleet, which had not moved yet, began to adjust, and soon a round of artillery fire flew out.

At this time, Count Bergen was very proud. He could see that he would be able to escape soon. It felt great.

"When I reach the New World, I will still be a count... No, I will also be a king."

Count Bergen fantasized, and then heard the sharp whistling of the shells.

The ship next to him suddenly burst into flames.

The fierce artillery fire fell around the ship, causing his ship to shake violently.

Count Bergen stared at the ship he usually rode in stunned as it was torn apart, and the screams and the artillery fire were almost inseparable.

If he hadn't been careful, he would be the one being beaten now.

Looking back, he saw that it was Viscount Chavez who was bombarding him.

The conflict between the two was seven or eight years ago, and he didn't take it to heart at all. Isn't it the rule for the upper nobles to exploit the lower nobles?

Besides, he gave compensation.

What Count Bergen was thinking at this time was: "Damn Chavez, an ungrateful villain, he actually wanted to take my life to please the Northern Principality."

He cursed angrily, but the other party chased his previous ship and bombarded it like he had a grudge against his father.

Fortunately, the fleet had started and quickly got out of the artillery fire, leaving only an unlucky scapegoat.

In the distance, Viscount Chavez felt a little regretful. He had confirmed that Count Bergen was not on the sunken ship, otherwise the fleet would not have left like this, and chaos would have been normal.

Looking back at his family, he said calmly: "Let's go ashore and guard the port for the principality."

Then, in the surprised eyes of his family, he turned around and changed into a coat in the style of the northern principality.

"Please call me Count Chavez from now on."