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Just because, at this moment, Du Bin had already held her hand.

"go out."

Putting the blood-stained cloth robe on Joan of Arc, Dubin led Joan out.

"I'll show you what will be left in this village after I'm gone."

Saying this, Dupin had arrived at the gate of the small castle.

And the remaining more than 40 militiamen were also brought here by Lao Luo.

Facing the ragged Joan of Arc, the militiamen all lowered their heads and stopped looking at him. After all, it was their defense of the city that caused Joan of Arc to be almost captured alive by the robbers—and Joan of Arc at this moment, also Some didn't know how to face these militiamen. Although she could understand the reluctance of these militiamen to leave the city, things were still a little...

"Don't be distracted, just watch them."

Just when Joan was about to turn her head away, a big rough hand pressed on the top of her head, turning her gaze back.

"Watch them and focus."

A calm voice echoed in Joan's ears.

"Look at them and feel what power is."

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve Everything Starts Small

The militiamen gathered at the gate of the castle didn't know what happened.

Not long after they fell asleep, they were called out by the knight in gorgeous armor. Although they dared to disobey the order of the knight master in order to survive when they were on the top of the city, when they fell into life, they would I dare not say a word of no to the knight master.

It wasn't until they were brought to the gate of the city, until they saw the hero who killed all the robbers, and Joan of Arc behind the hero, that these militiamen vaguely realized what was going on.

When the hero was fighting alone, they shut the hero out of the city gate, and when Joan of Arc needed rescue, they still sat idly by.

Yes, they all have their own reasons, they have more important responsibilities, they have to guard this small castle, they can't leave their duties... But even if it's just this job, they haven't done it well, if it wasn't for the hero Returning back in time, the bandits had already broken through the castle's defenses in the second wave of charge.

So, is it time to start the reckoning?

They had already had a premonition when the hero came back with Joan of Arc, which is why they woke up as soon as they woke up, just because they couldn't sleep soundly at all—but anyway, they never thought that the liquidation would come so quickly, They just slept for a few hours before being called up, all without even overnight.

They closed their eyes in pain, they dare not face everything in front of them.

At this time, a loud voice rang in their ears.

"Maybe you will think that I will do something to you."

The familiar voice echoed in my ears, but at this moment it was like the whisper of a devil.

"Maybe you will think that I will hold you accountable for keeping the city... After all, you didn't come out when I killed the robbers outside the city, and you didn't come out when Joan of Arc was besieged in the church. You will think I'm sorry for us, I will feel ashamed of my training for you these days, I will feel that I can't do anything with weapons, and I feel that I am a bunch of waste."

Speaking of this, the devilish whisper paused.

"Now I want to tell you that you are right!"

"You guys are a bunch of trash! You just can't do anything! After only ten days of training, you want to fight the bandits who have been killing people for more than ten years? They spend more time holding spears than you holding hoes! They can't fight Is it normal? It's too normal! They can kill eight of you in one sight!"

Faced with the stormy reprimands, the militiamen bowed their heads in shame. This is a fact they cannot face, and the killing of their companions is an eternal pain in their hearts.

Obviously they were still training together a few days ago, but after only a short while, those boys have turned into cold corpses. Although they have experienced too many life and death, the casualties so close at hand still make them a little... …

timid.

That's right, timidity, this is their truest thought. It is precisely because they were born in the land of the Fourth World War that they have seen too much death, so they are even more afraid of the coming of death.

Don't want to die, don't want to be killed.

Even if they want to live without dignity under the protection of heroes, they are unwilling to go to the battlefield and be killed by those robbers like chickens.

"Forget it, let's eat first."

The hero on the steps waved his hand, and the knight in gorgeous armor brought over the steaming meal.

It was an extremely viscous porridge, the kind that wouldn't pour if you put a spoon in it, and it was covered with several large slices of overcooked meat—some were air-dried meat, and more were horse meat, although it smelled of handcrafted meat. It's not very good, but the attraction of meat still makes them twitch their index fingers.

A night of panic, coupled with emotional ups and downs, had already made them hungry, and when the meal was served in front of them, they could no longer bear the instinct of their bodies, picked up the bowl and poured out this not-so-delicate meat porridge All go into the mouth.

Perhaps because of the warm food filling their stomachs, their emotions calmed down a little.

But immediately, the hero's words on the steps made them fall into the abyss.

"This is the last food in the castle."

The hero on the steps sighed.

"You are the last armed force in the castle, so you can't starve you no matter what... But this is indeed the last food in the castle. After all, when you fled, you didn't think about bringing food in. .”

"This……"

The militiamen were stunned, and they couldn't even hold the spoons in their hands steadily.

The robbers outside would not retreat, they knew this. In fact, when the wounded villagers fled into the small castle, they had already heard that the robbers were not just here to rob this time, but To exchange their heads for English gold coins.

But now, facing the siege of bandits, they actually have no food left?

How could they hold on?How could the little castle hold up?

"Hero! You must have a way!"

I don't know who spoke first, and then more militiamen shouted.

That's right, the hero in front of him is easier to kill a robber than a chicken. Even the encirclement of robbers can't stop this hero who is like a god of death... This hero with strong martial arts is simply omnipotent, There is nothing he can't do!

"So, hero, you must have a way, right? You must have a way to save us, right?"

"There is indeed a way, but only I can use this way."

Saying this, Dubin pointed to the direction outside the city.

"I'm going to fight out all the time and snatch the supplies of those robbers. With this batch of supplies, the village may survive until next year...but, but."

Dupin's voice paused.

He didn't go on, but all the militiamen understood what he meant.

If the heroes go out of the city, they will die.Without the shelter of the hero, they could not resist the attack of the robbers at all.

But if the hero doesn't leave the city... With the strength of the robbers, plus the English who may be lurking in the dark, they can completely surround and trap the small castle, waiting for the people in the castle to starve to death.

If the heroes leave, they will be killed, if the heroes don't leave, they will be starved to death.

Both directions lead to death.

"Why……"

Some militiamen couldn't help sobbing.

"Why do we have to die, why do we have to die no matter what, we just want to live a good life, why is it so difficult..."

"Why, why can't we even survive."

"Why, we don't even have any strength..."

At first it was just one militiaman, but soon, more militiamen began to cry. The death that was close at hand almost overwhelmed them, and they could no longer restrain the fear in their hearts.

But at this moment, in their blurred vision, the hero in front of them shook his head.

"No, you have power."

Dubin's voice was very soft, but it echoed in everyone's ears.

"You have power, but you have never used it. You have power, but you have never had the opportunity to use it... If it were a peaceful age, this power would be taken to your grave when you die of old age go, but this time, you have no choice."

Saying so, Dupin stretched out his hand to the militiamen.

"Come on, do you want to be cowards and watch your family and friends starve to death in the castle with you, or do you want to use your strength to be a hero, even if it is only for a few minutes."

……

After a moment of silence, the first militiaman held out his hand.

Dupin touched his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third militiamen stretched out their hands, followed by the fourth and fifth... more and more militiamen stretched out their hands, and Dubin also walked among the crowd, using His hands collided with them one by one.

"Hero... hero!"

When Dubin's hand touched the last militiaman, he found that the militiaman had tears in his eyes.

"Hero! I want to be a hero like you!"

"That's too simple, your dreams shouldn't be so narrow."

Dupin smiled and ruffled the militiaman's hair.

"You have to be your own hero."

The militiaman whose hair was messed up clenched his fists, as if he had received great encouragement.

And Dubin also returned to the steps.

"...Is this what you said, the power of ordinary people?"

Joan of Arc leaned over and spoke in a low voice.

"Although it does sound exciting, just encouraging them won't change their combat effectiveness..."

"A good start is half the battle."

Dubin still had that indifferent look on his face.

"Now we're at least off to a good start... Heroes!"

Dupin let go of his voice suddenly.

"Which hero is willing to go out of the city with me to carry food! Now go put on your armor and assemble!"

"I!!!"

All the militiamen present raised their hands scramblingly, for fear of falling behind.

Even if their ability to kill is not as good as those robbers, can't they even do such a small thing as carrying food?

But the militiamen at this moment have not realized that everything starts with small things.

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