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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 13 Chapter [-] I can do this too!

Carrying food is indeed a trivial matter, at least compared to going into battle to kill the enemy, it is really too small.

The specific process is not complicated. It is probably that Dubin first goes out alone, pierces through the enemy line single-handedly, and then rushes back with food and supplies. The militiamen are responsible for moving the food into the small castle—after all, no matter how strong a hero is With only two hands, it is definitely not as fast as dozens of militiamen to lift things.As for the defense of the castle... It's time like this, they have no brains to take care of these.

What's more, the hero also said that the food in the village should be collected first, and this also meant that the hero would not leave the castle too far.

This also reassured the militiamen a lot, after all, they really couldn't stop the attacks of the robbers.

It's just that this seemingly simple plan, when implemented, has some small flaws.

"Hey! What are you doing standing there!"

Dubin, who broke out from the front, was slashing at the bandits while turning around and shouting.

"The robbers on the ground are not completely dead! Do you want me to be attacked from the back! Make up the knife! Can't even make up the knife!"

"Uh... oh!"

Although the militiamen were only here to deliver food, they also put on stock armor for safety reasons—of course, when putting on the armor, they didn't forget to take out the short spears, after all, they held weapons in their hands If they don't, it can make them feel more secure, at least they can have something to lean on when their legs are weak.

But they didn't expect that the short spear in their hands would still be useful.

"If it's just a make-up...it's okay, right?"

Several militiamen in the front row hesitated for a moment, and then stabbed the short spears in their hands at the robber.

It's really no problem, or too much of a problem. Facing the robbers who have fallen to the ground, they kill each other as easily as killing a chicken-even if some robbers who are not completely dead will instinctively He swung the sword in his hand twice, but the attack range of the short spear was much longer than that of the sword. The robbers' sharp swords could not touch the militiamen at all, but the short spears of the militiamen could easily pierce the robbers' throats .

Of course, the militiamen were still a little frightened seeing the sharp blade swinging towards their legs, but as the number of stabbing robbers increased, their movements became more proficient.

"Stay far away, that's what happened with the long sword."

A few militiamen with some experience are teaching the companions behind them, just like experienced farmers teaching young people how to farm.

"Hold the back of the gun barrel, and put the gun barrel forward...Look, hey, he's dead."

"Oh! It seems so!"

A few young militiamen also followed suit and stabbed the robbers who were not yet dead.

It's quite easy, not as difficult as imagined, even in terms of feel, the soft flesh and blood body is even easier to poke than when poking a tree trunk?

Of course, they also know that the reason why they can do all this is because there are heroes standing in front of them-to put it bluntly, these robbers on the ground are about to die, even if they just lie down, they will be bled to death. They just came to poke some dying corpses, which is even simpler than killing chickens.

After all, chickens can run away when they are killed, but these robbers who were seriously injured and dying could not even run away.

Of course, there are occasional exceptions.

"Yo!"

Seeing a bandit who looked like a corpse turned over and ran, the militiamen who were around the bandit were taken aback, and almost instinctively stabbed out the short spear in their hands.

At least six short spears stabbed the robber, and the robber who was still alive and kicking just now fell to the ground, the wound on his body spattered with blood, as if he couldn't die anymore.

And when the warm blood splashed on their faces, those militiamen finally realized what had just happened.

"We... killed people?"

It was not an ordinary stabbing of a fallen robber, but a real stabbing of a robber with a short spear... Killing a robber was simply impossible for them.

But now, this impossible thing has been done by them.

Being used to seeing death, they didn't have any physical nausea at the robber's corpse, they were just a little surprised.

Things that were originally unattainable in their eyes, things that were originally impossible to do in their eyes, could be so... easy?

That's right, it's too easy. Except that you need to predict the direction the opponent will run when you stab, everything is no different from stabbing those dying robbers.

Just to make up for the prediction... It seems that it is not as difficult as imagined?

It's really not as difficult as imagined. Who hasn't hit a rabbit when cuddling the grass, just changed the direction of the stabbing, and said that he couldn't stab, isn't there someone else?

"Three people poke in three directions, and there will always be one spear."

A few militiamen with some experience taught the companions behind them, as if they were teaching the secrets of hunting rabbits in the field.

"As long as one person is stabbed, the remaining two can also be stabbed... Hey, look, can't he run away?"

"right!"

The other militiamen followed suit and stabbed the robbers who wanted to escape to the ground.

As they discovered more and more robbers pretending to be dead, they gradually became familiar with the feeling of cooperation.Although they still couldn't take down those robbers alone, after all, they couldn't run as fast as the robbers, and their movements were even worse than the robbers' agility, but when two or three people stabbed them together, those robbers who pretended to be dead would even run away. No matter how fast you go, you can only drink your hatred on the spot.

But soon, they discovered that the robbers who fell on the ground gradually became difficult to deal with.

Some bandits were still holding sharp swords while pretending to be dead, and some bandits were even holding spears when they were pretending to be dead. They were still taken aback by the sudden thrust of a spear.

But immediately, the angry militiamen stabbed more short spears at these robbers.

At this moment, they had even forgotten how vicious these robbers were. At this moment, they were just surprised that these dying robbers dared to fight back!

"Pay attention to the gun! It is really impossible to resist with the thick armor!"

Several experienced militiamen shouted aggressively, and their loud voices were like the chant they shouted when harvesting wheat.

"Roar!!!"

The other militiamen also burst into shouts, just because the surrounding voices became more and more noisy, and they had to use this method to let their companions hear clearly.

But soon, the pressure on them became even greater.

This time, the robbers who appeared in front of them were only slightly injured, and some of them were not injured at all, and just fell temporarily.

But before these robbers got up, the sharp short spears had already nailed them to the ground.

"Stab them to death!"

Pulling out the short spear, the leading militiamen wiped the blood from their faces and continued to move forward.

At this moment, they have even forgotten the hero who opened the way ahead, they just want to stab any robbers in front of them with the short spears in their hands.

It's not because of the hatred of the ruined hometown, nor is it because of the impassioned passion.

Just because of them, really can do it.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen All Tactics Converters

In the camp far away, Mex, the leader of the Burgundy bandit group, was not fully awake yet.

It is still difficult for the robbers to capture Domremy day and night. After all, they are not a regular army, so how could they carry out such strict orders—but there is no way for this kind of thing. The team is waiting behind, and if he dares to say no if he has already received the benefits, he may not be the first to cut off the dog's head and hang it on the flagpole.

Fortunately, only the bandits under his command carried out the attack order, and only the bandits under his command were responsible for the siege. Since his men are so brave, as the leader, he can naturally sleep a little longer to make up for the long-distance march during the day. fatigue.

It's just that these little brats under his command are really ignorant, he is already asleep, why is there such a big commotion in the middle of the night?

"Has Domremy been breached?"

Mekes rubbed his sleepy eyes, then turned to look at the second head who hurried into the tent.

"Brothers have already entered? I knew that the broken fortress couldn't stop us at all. Thanks to them, they still have to spend a lot of money and wheat to rent it. If they had brought it to me and paid tribute, nothing would happen. It's..."

"No! Boss! That's not the case!"

The second leader's voice trembled a little.

"It's out! They're out!"

"... Tell me clearly, what came out?"

Mekes still seemed a little sleepy, and laughed as he looked at the second master in front of him. .

"Why are you trembling? Could it be you who came out?"

"I……"

The second boss was so choked that he couldn't speak, at this moment he didn't have the heart to take dirty jokes from his boss.

"It's Domremy's people! Domremy's people have fought! The monster in the daytime is the leader! The monster that killed many of us!"

"……Oh?"

Max's sleepy eyes, which were still a little bit sleepy, regained their shrewdness in an instant.

He had seen that monster during the day, and that man had even killed nearly a hundred of his brothers by himself—if it wasn't for the English supervising team behind them, the morale of his bandit group would have already collapsed. His brothers were indeed cruel, but no matter how cruel they were, they couldn't face monsters of that level.

A heavy cross that is as tall as a person can be lifted with one hand. Killing people is as easy as cutting wheat grass. Many robbers even thought that they were punished by God, and the figure waving the heavy cross was sent by God to come here. time to rescue their messengers.

This is already impossible to fight. They can't deal with this terrifying monster at all. It can even be said that even if they can bypass the monster and kill all of Domremy's people when the monster does it, the monster will kill them all. Kill them all, they still can't get the bounty from the English.

I didn't get the money, and all the people died. Is it worth it?

So after confirming this point, Max chose to besiege and not attack. As for the monster, it was natural for the English to deal with it—it is said that in order to defeat the remaining forces of France, the English even used evil black magic , calling back the terrifying undead... It's already so ruthless, so it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a monster with black magic, right?

But what Mex didn't expect was that before the black magic of the Englishman came, the monster of Domremy had come out first.

"Surround him! Don't confront him!"

The veteran bandit leader immediately thought of a way to deal with it. After all, he can be regarded as experienced in robbing houses.

"Take out another team of brothers to attack the small castle! Force him to return to defense! I can't believe that he was still protecting those muddy legs in the first half of the night, and he will watch them die in the castle in the second half of the night!"

Undoubtedly, this is a poisonous plan, to besiege Domremy's strongest and only combat power outside, and then deploy troops to attack the small castle. The small castle without its guardian cannot withstand the attacks of the robbers, but The fall of the small castle will also distract the monster, thus reducing its combat power... It is simply killing two birds with one stone, killing two birds with one stone, they can even fight until dawn like this!

As for after dawn, that monster is the trouble of the English, and what's the matter with them robbers?

They just want the money, the Englishman's, Dorémy's, or what the dead brothers are hiding in secret.

"After this time, God knows how many gold coins I can get..."

With the help of his subordinates, he put on his gorgeous armor made of fine steel, even polished to glisten, while the bandit leader Max was pondering.

"If there are one-third less people, it means that one-third more money can be distributed..."

"Boss! It's not good!"

Just as the bandit leader was thinking, the second leader broke into the tent again.

"Waiting, can't be surrounded! Our people can't be surrounded!"

"Can't surround it? How is it possible?"