The soldiers defending the main gate immediately raised their single-shot breech-loading rifles, and the Grenadiers pulled out their stick grenades. After the commander issued two consecutive warnings, the enemy still charged straight ahead. Without any hesitation, the captain leading the team waved his saber, and a deluge of bullets rained toward the column of light, soon to be swallowed up by the fireball generated by the exploding grenades.
It serves them right—
The guards of Richelieu laughed and cursed, but seconds later, their eyes widened in disbelief.
In the fierce blaze, a knock-off Harley Fatboy motorcycle emerged unscathed, drawing a beautiful arc before coming to a steady stop 50 meters away from the barricade. The rider was dressed in a black dress, black shoes, white stockings, hairpins, and an apron, with doll-like neatly trimmed long hair, and delicate eyes hidden behind round glasses.
