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"……Eh?"

Lao Luo couldn't help but opened his eyes. He could confirm that he was not hit.

That is……

"Be careful, Lord Knight."

The neatly dressed old Jacques pulled out the sword in his hand from the bandit's back, and pushed the dead bandit off the wall.

"At a time like this, every ounce of combat power is precious."

"Father!"

Joan of Arc, who was resisting the attack at the city gate, exclaimed.

But soon, she realized that it was not only her father who stood on the top of the wall.

Her brother, her cousin, the village blacksmith, the shoemaker, the old uncles, even the grandfathers, her godmother, her sister, her girlfriends, the aunts and even the grandmother We... At this moment, almost all the Domremi who can move have already stood on the top of the city. Some of them are holding swords, some are holding spears, some are holding hoes, and some are simply cooking. The iron pot—yes, they were not warriors, and the way they swung their weapons was rather jerky, but they still smashed down with all their strength, smashing the weapons in their hands on the heads of the robbers.

The robbers climbing on the city wall fell down, and their screams could be heard across the city wall. At this moment, all the robbers recalled why they never thought of attacking this small castle before.

Just because, no matter how small a castle is, it is still a castle, and the tall city walls are synonymous with being easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Fighting low with high, the defenders can play an absolute advantage!

"This……"

Seeing those people fighting bravely on the city wall, Joan of Arc was in a daze for a moment.

She vaguely remembered what the man had said to her before.

"Is this the power of ordinary people?"

At this moment, Jeanne vaguely realized something.

But before she grasped this feeling, something happened suddenly at the city gate in front of her.

"You bastards! Get out of the way for me!"

A strong man with a machete pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the entrance of the city gate.

The gorgeous armor on the strong man is not even much worse than that of Lao Luo!

Joan of Arc knew this strong man, or in other words, there was no one in the surrounding area who didn't know the reputation of this strong man, the leader of the Burgundy bandits, and the legendary "troll" who used living hearts and livers as food Max...how did this demon appear here!

You must know that Max is the number one member of the Burgundy Bandit Group. His appearance means that the Burgundy Bandit Group has spared no expense to bring down Domremy!

"A piece of wood stopped you for so long, what a bunch of trash!"

After spitting, the strong man swung the machete in his hand.

"Open it to me!"

bang——

The thick giant blade slashed at the cross, forcibly splitting the cross in half!

"Rush in! Quick!"

Kicking away the smashed cross, the strong man swung his sword and chopped it off on Joan's head!

The bright giant blade fell head-on, which made Joan see the light.

Once upon a time, she had seen a similar light in her dreams. The light reflected by the sharp blade was so dazzling that it sent her relatives and friends to heaven one after another... It was precisely watching this dazzling light over and over again, Only then did she see the angels born in the light, and the places where the dead went.

And now, the light fell on her.

She could feel that an angel hugged her body and flew her up.

This time, is she going to that distant place too?

"Master Angel."

Joan subconsciously stretched out her hand, caressing the face of the angel in front of her.

"Are we going to heaven?"

"Do you think I look like I have wings?"

Suddenly, Joan of Arc heard a familiar voice.

"You... Hey! Don't touch it! Blood was rubbed into your eyes!"

Turning over and falling to the ground, Dubin covered his left eye in pain.

He could not see clearly in his left eye for at least 3 minutes, which was probably the worst trauma he suffered in this war.

"Uh……"

Joan of Arc withdrew her palm embarrassingly, only to realize that the one in front of her was not an angel at all.

At least there won't be so much blood on Angel's body.

The pungent smell of blood was so strong that it couldn't be melted away.

But Jeanne felt unusually at ease, and even wanted to just close her eyes and go to sleep.

"……Wait a moment!"

As if remembering something, Joan quickly raised her head.

"Where is the bandit leader! Mex and his men are attacking! He must be dealt with immediately! Otherwise the castle will..."

"It's over, it's all over."

Dubin patted Joan on the shoulder, then pointed in the direction of the city gate.

"As for the bandit leader you mentioned, it's probably over there."

Following the direction of Dupin's finger, Joan turned her head away.

In her sight, a giant man covered in blood was violently swinging a giant blade like a madman.

But with just a moment of raising his hand, more than a dozen short spears covered in blood nailed the giant man to the ground.

Several militiamen who were already covered in red came over, stepped on the giant man's body and pulled out their short spears, and then someone seemed to remember something and looked at the giant man twice.

"Is it the troll Mex... the leader of the Burgundy Bandit? How did he die here?"

Looking up at the somewhat familiar city wall in front of them, as well as the familiar wreckage of the surrounding buildings, these militiamen were in a daze for a while.

"What the hell did we... just do?"

"we won?"

"we won."

At the city gate, Joan of Arc clenched her fists and couldn't help trembling.

The entire night of offensive and defensive battles, how many times of life and death, everyone has stood on the city wall, and they have even completely despaired.

But they still held on, and have held on until now.

"we won!"

Not only Joan of Arc, but at this moment, everyone in Domremy Village was shouting to the sky.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning sprinkled on the city wall, coating everything with a layer of golden yellow.

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 16 Chapter [-] Super Sensitive

With the first ray of morning sun rising in the morning, the Domremy offensive and defensive battle that lasted all night finally came to an end.

Eight people died in Domremy Village. These were the eight militiamen who died under the siege of the robbers. Besides, the villagers did not die, and neither did the rest of the militiamen. As for the wounded, there were 18 people in total, and nine of them were Among the villagers who were blocked by robbers on the way to escape into the small castle, six were militiamen who rushed behind Dubin, and two were aunts who tried to climb the city wall but turned their feet.

As for the last injured person, it was Dubin himself whose left eye was smeared with blood, causing the eye to still hurt a little.

"Sorry……"

Beside Dupin, Joan of Arc was standing there with a guilty face.

It never occurred to her that this man who didn't leave any wounds in normal battles ended up hurting his eyes when she raised her hand to touch him.

You know, the reason why Domremy was able to survive until now, and even won the entire offensive and defensive battle, was all because of the...

"No, it's not just my credit."

Dupin shook his head.

"If there weren't those militiamen following me to expand the results of the battle, I would have fallen directly into the enemy's siege. If you didn't defend the castle, it would be meaningless for us to kill more... This is not my victory alone, but everyone's victory victory, do you understand that?"

"I see."

Jeanne bit her lip and nodded.

She really understood, just because she also experienced all this personally, when she had no time to care about the city wall because she wanted to guard the city gate, when she was almost completely desperate, those villagers standing on the top of the city, The backs of those who obviously have no force, but are still fighting with the robbers...

At that moment, she really felt something.

"Understood, go to sleep."

After washing his eyes with clean water, Dupin felt much better, so he rubbed Joan's golden hair to dry his hands.

"Everyone is tired after one night, go to sleep, and clean up the battlefield after waking up."

"I... um."

Joan originally wanted to say that she couldn't sleep, but when she saw the knight named Lao Luo appearing at the door in a suit of gorgeous armor, she still had to choose to leave in embarrassment.

Before leaving, Joan of Arc took a look at Lao Luo, and the eyes with a little bit of resentment made Lao Luo's back feel a little chilled.

"When did I offend her?"

Lao Luo was a little puzzled, but immediately forgot about it.

He had come to see Dupin because he had something serious to talk about.

"What did you think of that move before?"

Recalling what he saw on the top of the city, Lao Luo couldn't understand it.

Let the militiamen get used to the assassination process by constantly missing the robbers, and even quickly improve the fighting level of the militiamen by controlling the intensity of the robbers... Although he can understand the operation of this set of tactics, but this way, He has never heard of it!

"You really only played the game for two and a half days?"

"Is this kind of thing common?"