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"Leave him alone! He's only one!"

At this moment, the commander of the English ambushes shouted loudly.

"He's alone! Kill his accomplices first! Don't let the French..."

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the commander was nailed to death on his horse by a giant spear thrown from him.

"Come on! He's out of weapons!"

Some infantry were keenly aware of this, and he couldn't help but cheered. More infantry surrounded them, and they set up shields and spears—if they were facing the giant spear, they might not dare to go up. Before, but now...

Now, they all saw that the man carrying the evil spirit pulled out his sword from his back.

It's obviously just one sword, but it becomes two when you take it apart, the long one is sharp and good for piercing, and the short and thick one is good for chopping.

Double-strand swords, this kind of weapon is far inferior to giant spears in battle.

But at this moment, the infantry are becoming more and more afraid to come forward.

Just because, as fighters, they have more or less felt that the man in front of him is far more dangerous than when he held the giant spear just now!

"I've made it to this point, why can't you put some pressure on me?"

The footsteps were empty, and two sword lights came lightly.

All of a sudden, stumps and broken arms flew all over the sky.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 42 Chapter 42 When Joan of Arc realized sadness ([-] words for tickets)

Although the soldiers of the Heavy Armored Warrior Corps heard the phrase "follow me", they didn't actually rush forward.

It's not that they don't want to rush, but that they can't keep up. They are wearing heavy armor and rely on only two legs, how could they run faster than four? When they just started, the giant spear warrior had already charged into the enemy line alone. , as for when they finally rushed over...

"Kill it all!"

After taking off his visor and helmet, the topless Dubin showed a hearty smile.

And beside him, the stumped limbs and dead bodies have piled up into a mountain.

"It's a pity, that's the level of sweating. I haven't even used a knife yet... Does anyone of you bring a towel?"

Dupin stretched out his hand to the soldiers.

But these newly recruited soldiers instinctively took half a step back, and some even raised their shields subconsciously.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward.

And Joan also had a panoramic view of this scene. At this moment, she felt that she finally understood what that sadness meant—to master power, she must become stronger in the fight. The essence of martial arts is to kill the enemy. Of course, only by truly killing enemies can one hone real martial arts.

But when martial arts are mastered and one becomes a truly strong person, it means that there is already a pathetic thick barrier between him and ordinary people.

The gap between people is sometimes bigger than that between people and dogs. Even though these heavy armored soldiers are much stronger than ordinary infantry, the strong men in front of them made them realize what is the difference between heaven and earth—this even It was no longer just a gap in martial arts, but a gap between species. Their instincts reminded them that the man in front of them was completely different from them.

This made Joan tremble a little, since the strangers in front of her had just saved their lives from a dangerous ambush.

But more than trembling, it was shame.

Just because Jeanne suddenly discovered that she also couldn't move forward.

It's not that she doesn't want to, but that she can't do it, no matter how much she wants to get close to the bloody foreigner in front of her, and to wipe off the dirty blood, but at this moment her body is against her will. No matter how much you urged, you couldn't take even one step forward.

This is the survival instinct of life, the fear engraved in the blood, and the extreme fear of higher predators.

At this time, the soldiers who were going to support the Orleans Fortress also rushed over under the leadership of Baron Gil.

Baron Jill was stunned, and Lao Luo was also stunned, and the soldiers stood still in place, unable to speak for a long time.

Everything in front of them has completely exceeded their cognition, and they never imagined that one person could do such an outrageous thing to destroy the entire army-even Lao Luo couldn't think of it, even if he had seen Dubin with his own eyes. How to kill those robbers.

Bringing forty people to kill [-] robbers, and the English regular army who single-handedly killed an unknown number of people, this is not a concept at all.

Even if Lao Luo knew that Du Bin opened a martial arts gym in reality, he couldn't help but be stunned at this moment.

This level of force...is it really human?

What kind of monster did he attract by forming a team by accident?

"what……"

Looking at the people who stood there dumbfounded in front of him, Dubin couldn't help sighing.

"Knew it was going to be like this... so can someone pass me the towel first?"

Du Bin took a step forward, which directly caused everyone to instinctively take a step back. They didn't even dare to raise their heads, and didn't dare to look at the figure standing in front of him in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Only ten militiamen in heavy armor gritted their teeth, as if they had broken through some extreme fear, and took a step forward.

Immediately afterwards, they raised their heads and looked at their instructor, with increasingly fanatical expressions on their faces.

"So you guys should bring the towels... Forget it."

Shaking his head, Dubin simply waved at the militiamen.

"Bring me my knife, and then lead me a war horse... You don't need to worry about the rest, it's time to split up."

"Uh, you're leaving?"

Lao Luo in the team couldn't help being stunned.

"Don't we want to do it together? Why do you want to..."

"Don't be funny, how can you do it when you stay together? I just warmed up like this. If I really do it, I will hurt my teammates."

Several militiamen lifted up the odd-shaped sword. The heavy blade was more like an ax than a knife. But it was such a heavy weapon, but Dubin picked it up with one hand.

Putting the broadsword on his shoulder, Du Bin got on his horse.

"You also said that now that you have entered the stage you are familiar with, then my work in the first stage will be completed, and I will go to the solo belt next...Didn't I promise you that I would give you ten battle flags? Now there are nine shots left, give me half a month, and I will get it out for you."

"This……"

Lao Luo was speechless for a long time.

In fact, he always thought that the ten battle flags were a braggart, so he never took it to heart. Who would have thought that the person in front of him was really... always remembered.

"Okay, I'll hit you with peace of mind. You have a heavy task here. At least you must ensure that the front line does not collapse... As for you."

Dubin on the horse lowered his head and looked at the ten militiamen with fanatical faces.

"Go back, go back to the team, protect your commander, and don't let him die."

"……Yes."

Although these militiamen looked frustrated, they still accepted the order, just because they knew that their strength was far inferior to that of the instructor in front of them.

They couldn't keep up with the instructor's footsteps like this, just like they couldn't keep up with the single-handed charge just now.

However, just as the militiamen retreated, Joan of Arc stepped forward.

She finally suppressed her instinctive fear, she finally stood up, even at this moment she didn't know what she wanted to say - to let the other party stay?Or go together?But how could she persuade the other party to stay?What's the use of walking together?

Feeling a little confused, she could only instinctively raise her head and look at the figure on the horse.

But at this very moment, the figure on the horse shook his head towards her.

"return to."

Dupin sighed.

"I have already taught you what should be taught to you, and you have to practice the rest...Why are you crying? Is this little thing worthwhile?"

"I……"

Jeanne froze.

It wasn't until then that she realized that she had burst into tears at some point.

"Yes, can you not go?"

Sniffing, Joan sobbed.

"I always feel that once you leave, just..."

"What did you say, as if I was going to die, and besides, I was angry."

Dubin's face turned dark immediately.

"Furthermore, you have seen the situation just now. If I don't leave, what will you use to practice?"

"Uh……"

Facing the reprimand from the stranger, Joan, who had once treated him as an instructor, lowered her head reflexively.

But at this moment, a big hand pressed on the top of her head and rubbed her hair.

"Do it well, and it's your time to play. Didn't you say you want to save France? This is something only you can do."

"……Eh?"

Joan raised her head subconsciously, only to find that the stranger had dismounted and stood in front of her at some point.

This was also the first time she really saw the face of this stranger.

Perhaps because of the absence of the cloth robe, the foreigner in front of him finally no longer looks ordinary like before, and the tyrannical coercion that belongs to the warrior is also revealed between the sharp eyebrows. It is the kind of sword-browed starry eyes of a handsome man in the traditional sense, but the sophistication and calmness of holding strength.

But this majesty and mystery, at the moment, does not feel like she is thousands of miles away from others, on the contrary, it gives her an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

"Okay, it's almost done, and besides, I won't leave you too far."

Seeing that Joan of Arc had stopped crying, Du Bin got on his horse again.

"I will fight guerrillas near you. If you encounter problems that cannot be solved, just light three puffs of wolf smoke. When I see the smoke, I will come over and help you kill all the enemies."

"Ah."

Joan nodded, and once again raised the gun flag in her hand.

On the pure white flag, golden irises fluttered in the wind.

"I'll let you see, I can do it."

"Okay then, I'll leave first."