In other words, while dueling in the castle, Bao Hong and Blair also came to the gate of the artillery position.

    The two men changed their Cossack clothes, put on coir raincoats and coir hats made of straw, and painted their faces with colorful oil paint. Blair carried a big box on his back. Bao Hong held an iron chain in his left hand. At one end of the chain was a little brown bear about three years old.

    "What do you do?" the guard in front of the gate asked, seeing the strange combination of the two men and the beast, holding up the halberd.

    Bao Hong and Blair stood in front of the halberd tip and bowed to the guard. Then Blair said in an extremely flattering tone, "Dear noble master, we are the jugglers from borine. This is our little baby Polly."

    Speaking of the bear''s name, Bao Hong pulled the iron chain in time. The brown bear named Polly straightened up, two strong retreats, stood up, and waved his front paws at the guards.

    This move really frightened the guard. Even if he had a halberd in his hand, he was scared back by the beast.

    "Quiet, quiet, Polly. You scared the noble master." Blair comforted the little brown bear and smiled apologetically at the guard.

    "Sir, please allow us to serve you," Blair said.

    The guard put away the halberd. Blair''s "master" made the guard very useful. Even if he was only a knight attendant, he didn''t have a noble title.

    "How do you want to serve us?" asked the guard.

    "We will perform wonderful programs and let the bears dance for the Lords. As long as the Lords give us enough food," Blair said respectfully.

    "Oh, let the bear dance?" the guard immediately became interested.

    "Yes."

    "Well, come in. As long as it''s as you say, the food and money won''t lose you," said the guard. Boring guard work really needs some entertainment. Their noble attendants have no right to go to the castle to attend the ball or anything. They can only see juggling.

    Bao Hong and Blair led the bear into the artillery camp. In order to show that they did not carry prohibited items, Blair consciously raised his hands.

    Soon, a simple stage was set up in the camp. When the guards heard about the arrival of jugglers, they rushed from all positions of the camp, leaving only a few most important positions and people.

    Ding Dong, with a gong. Bao Hong, who took off his coir raincoat and put on his colorful feather coat, took the lead on the scene. Bao Hong walked up and down the stage with an exaggerated step with a clown hat with a red POM ball on the top and a wooden saber hanging around his waist. That funny look and exaggerated steps caused the audience to laugh.

    Then Bao Hong put the tip of the knife on his index finger, and the wooden saber stood firmly on his finger like a root. Bao Hong looked at the handle with his eyes. His index finger made a slight effort. The saber crossed an arc in mid air, and the handle fell on the index finger of Bao Hong''s other hand.

    This skill can be called a unique skill in Sabre art. If a swordsman is here, he will definitely recognize his unusual features with Bao Hong''s move. But although these noble servants who play temporary guest guards often know their masters to practice martial arts, they have limited eyesight after all, and they can''t be compared with Bao Hong. At the moment, I just think it''s juggling technology.

    After Bao Hong finished his performance, Blair also appeared. Bao Hong put a cloth monster''s head cover on his gloves and put a broom behind his ass to play the legendary dragon.

    Obviously, this is a common scene of knights fighting dragons. Blair''s Dragon roared and jumped at Bao Hong, who also waved a knife. In the cheering of the guards, the fight between the two on the stage came to an end with Bao Hong''s action of slashing the dragon''s head.

    "Here comes one."

    "Here comes one."

    Some of the guards shouted loudly.

    "Didn''t you say there were bears dancing?"

    The guard who let Bao Hong and Blair in also shouted.

    Listening to such an interesting program, the guards shouted even harder. Even the guards who were still guarding were attracted by the shouting.

    If the artillery positions are still guarded by people from the mercenary corps, even if someone can''t help but tempt Bao Hong and others to come in, those people in important positions dare not leave their posts without permission because of the command of the chief. But now, none of the servants of these nobles has a leader who restricts everyone. Each of them has his own master and only listens to his master''s orders, which leads to his own way.

    "Come right away, the program will come right away."

    Blair, who took off his headgear, bowed to the guards, and then retired with Bao Hong.

    "Bao Hong, it seems that the people are almost here," Blair, who stepped back from the stage, said to the officer.

    "Then you take this brown bear to attract their attention, and I''ll go to the artillery position." Bao Hong took off his clown hat and wiped the paint on his face.

    "God bless you, sir," Blair said affectionately, looking at Bao Hong, who was willing to give his life.

    "And God bless you, my brother!"

    Then Blair took Polly to the field. Bao Hong scattered the coir raincoat of himself and Blair. There were more than a dozen long nails of different lengths and thicknesses and gunpowder of a cow''s bladder.

    Bao Hong put long nails and gunpowder into his pocket, then changed into the regular clothes of noble servants, and slipped out quietly while no one was paying attention.

    There was really no one on the artillery position, and all the people were attracted by Blair. Bao Hong went to a long barrel gun, looked around with vigilance, and then nailed an iron nail into the fire door of the gun.

    After that, Bao hongrufa made eight or nine guns, which changed from a killing weapon to a big, black and thick iron bar.

    After nailing the tenth gun, Bao Hong put his next target on the giant gun in the center of the artillery position.

    Bao Hong also knew about this giant gun from Oleg. His lethality is so great that Bao Hong will get rid of it quickly. For ordinary guns, Bao Hong only uses long nails to make them temporarily lose their combat effectiveness, but for giant guns, the gunpowder of a cow''s bladder is the "food" prepared for it.

    Bao Hong stepped over the breast wall in front of the cannon, climbed up the gun barrel, put the cow bladder into the muzzle, and then hung the fuse inserted into the cow bladder out of the muzzle and straight to the ground.

    After all this, Bao Hong carefully jumped off the gun. He picked up the fuse and slowly pulled it away. He must be far enough to detonate the gunpowder, or he will hurt himself.

    "Stop."

    At this time, Bao Hong thought of a warning behind him.

    It was Cherchen who gave the warning. The little mercenary didn''t accompany his uncle to the castle, so he missed two wonderful duels in the castle. But at this time, he came to the artillery position just to say goodbye to this rare cannon. After all, he was going to Aragon''s company soon. Unexpectedly, I found a misbehaving person.

    "Turn around." Chechen said again. The hummingbird in his hand stabbed Bao Hong in the back.

    Bao Hong turned slowly. They looked at each other and recognized each other at the same time.

    "Bao Geng!" Chen exclaimed. He didn''t expect to be his own savior. And then, the slender sword against Bao Hong also lowered a few points.

    "I didn''t expect to meet here." Bao Hong smiled. Suddenly, Bao Hong raised his left hand and clapped open Chechen''s thin long sword. The back of his right hand became a knife and cut at the back of Chechen''s neck.

    This can''t blame Che Chen for his carelessness. There is a big difference in their strength. Bao Hong''s combat experience and knife skills are not comparable to those of today''s Chechen.

    "My little friend, remember that if you don''t hold a fire gun in your hand in the future, don''t let your prisoner turn around." Bao Hong held Chechen''s falling body and whispered in his ear.

    Later, Bao Hong held Che Chen and put him behind a breast wall, and then lit the fuse. The fuse braved Mars and moved forward like a fire dragon to the cannon