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"Is that so..."

Joan of Arc sighed and said nothing more.

In the past, she couldn't understand what the man in the foreign land was sad about, but now, she felt that she had completely understood everything about that man - because he was too strong, he had to be cautious, because he was too strong, he had to live alone, this Such a life must be very lonely.

Especially when the man left before, and no one could hand over the towel after asking for it twice, what kind of mood would that be?

"Hey……"

Thinking of this, Joan raised her eyes and looked into the distance, as if the figure on horseback with a knife was in the distance.

Even in the end, the foreigner still didn't force them, but chose to leave alone.

How gentle is this tolerance.

"He must be very sad, but no one can accept him."

Leaning on the blood-stained gun flag, Joan muttered to herself.

"He must be very sad."

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"I want to kill everyone, I want to kill everyone..."

On the trail in the distance, Du Bin, who was riding a horse and carrying a knife, was humming a song while scanning the nearby mountain scenery. At this moment, he looked relaxed, not to mention how happy he was.

That's right, he should have been solo a long time ago. Although he had tried very hard to win the team, and even gave up the opportunity to kill the Duke of Burgundy to teach Joan how to fight guerrilla warfare, it was obvious that his teammates They still can’t keep up with his rhythm to some extent—rather than everyone’s suffocating, it’s better to just push four and one. Anyway, Lao Luo and Joan can protect themselves, so it’s time for him to come out and have a good time. Cool.

Thinking of this, he rode his war horse and charged directly at the English marching team in the distance.

"Hey! Folks! Have you brought your flag?"

Dupin on the horse gestured to the English sergeants in front of him.

"That's it, the battle flag, hanging on a pole..."

"who!"

Seeing that the strange man on horseback dared to provoke, these English sergeants took up their weapons angrily, and after seeing the strange-shaped sword in the opponent's hand, the longbowmen in the team also began to draw their bows and arrows.

Dare to provoke the regular English army with weapons alone, how dare you dare to provoke the regular English army!

"Put down your weapon! I can still spare you!"

The noble-looking commander drew his sword, and behind him, the attendants set up a battle flag with the family crest painted on it.

This is the rule before making a move, first display the flag, if the opponent is also a nobleman, then he will definitely understand which family this flag represents.

It's just that the English army didn't expect that when they saw the flag, the man with the strange-shaped sword in front of him not only showed no fear, but his eyes became brighter.

"Yes! This is it! This is what I want!"

Saying so, Dubin patted his horse and stepped forward.

"Get it! Don't get me dirty!"

"Varied……"

As the commander, the noble knight just wanted to get angry, but only saw a ray of sword coming towards him!

puff-

With just one blow, the noble knight's head flew out.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody storm blew up among the English marching team.

"It's done!"

Two minutes later, Dubinzer immediately stepped forward, stepped on the stumped limbs, and took over the battle flag with the family coat of arms from the trembling knight attendants.

"Very good, it's really not dirty... What are you doing looking at me like that, I don't eat people."

Saying this, Dubin reached out from the horse and grabbed the frightened attendant from the ground.

"There should be an English team nearby. You must know where they are, right?"

"I, I know!"

The panicked knight attendant nodded repeatedly.

"It's right here, my lord, you follow me."

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Although nominally agreed to surrender, the knight attendant had already made another plan in his heart.

The man with the strange-shaped sword in front of him cannot be trusted, especially the black-haired and black-eyed appearance, which reminds the knight attendants of the orientals called "God's Whip" in the legends. , Those people killed all the way to the west, I don’t know how many city-states and countries they destroyed, those bloodthirsty devils take pleasure in killing.

Just like just now, even though hundreds of people were killed, the man with the strange-shaped sword seemed to be okay, even smiling at him.

It's so scary, you can still laugh while covered in blood, is this still human?

So no matter what, the young knight servant wants to get rid of this devil. At this moment, he remembered the glorious deeds of those great heroes. At this moment, he also wants to be a hero!

Of course, with his strength, he definitely can't be a hero, so he must use his wisdom to defeat this monster in another way

For example, lure this monster to the side of the large army, and then use sufficient troops to defeat this monster.

In order to realize this plan, the knight attendant even deceived a war horse from the monster, so that he could use it as a tip-off - of course, when he first started deceiving, he was still a little apprehensive, for fear of being hacked to death directly. Although the monster had formidable force, its intelligence didn't seem to be very high. It actually brought a horse that hadn't been hacked to death and gave it to him.

Then this matter is very easy to handle, but he knows where there are large troops.In just half a day, he found the team with thousands of fighters.

Able to support thousands of fully armed warriors, the leader of this team must be a noble earl, such a great person must be able to protect him, and even kill this monster on the spot.

Thinking of this, he suppressed the fear in his heart and shook his heart.

At this time, even if he was hacked to death with a knife, he would still run to report the news!

"Enemy! Attack!!"

The moment he saw his own large army, the knight attendant rode his horse and galloped towards his own people in the distance.

"Enemy attack!! There are enemies coming!!"

"……Um?"

The English sergeants who were marching all looked sideways, and even the noble knights in charge frowned—but when they saw the burqas on the men who came on horseback, they temporarily lowered their weapons go down.

There was a coat of arms painted on the burqa, and the person who came over was obviously a servant of a nobleman. Although this kind of attack on the marching team should be killed on the spot, even for the sake of the coat of arms, they are willing to let this cold The rules are a little more flexible.

This also allowed the knight servant to be successfully invited into the team and came to the side of the noble knight.

"My lord! There are enemies coming!"

The knight servant hurriedly knelt down to report.

"Our team has been wiped out, even the lord I serve has..."

"calm down."

Listening to the somewhat incoherent report of the knight attendant, the noble knight frowned even tighter.

"Where are the enemies you mentioned? From which direction did they attack? How many are there? How are their weapons and equipment?"

"There is only...one enemy."

The knight attendant hurriedly reported the truth. It was the first time for him, who came from a humble background, to try to talk to such a distinguished personage.

"Enemy, there is only one enemy. He killed all of us. He used a strange big knife to charge directly in front of us..."

"……what?"

The noble knight's eyes widened.

The English soldiers around also stared wide-eyed.

"You... seriously?"

"Seriously, seriously."

The knight servant nodded again and again.

"He's coming, he's coming soon, he's right behind me...he's coming!"

Thinking of the horrific killing scene, the knight attendants panicked. It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood that he had never seen before. The mighty and majestic warriors just now turned into stumps and broken arms all over the ground in just an instant. The bloody viscera was flowing on the ground, the horse's hooves were trampling blood and brains... Just thinking about this kind of scene made him tremble all over.

"My lord! You must immediately... eh?"

When the knight attendant raised his head and looked at the noble Earl, he didn't see any seriousness.

On that noble face, there was only a deep, loathing?

"What must I do right away?"

The face of the noble knight completely darkened.

"Are you teaching me to do things?"

"I……"

The knight attendant wanted to say something, but two English sergeants pinned him to the ground on the spot.

"Call me!"

The noble knight was so angry that he had never seen such an outrageous thing - he didn't tell the story like this, what does it mean that one person killed hundreds of fully armed warriors in 2 minutes.The bitch in front of him was obviously lying to them, he was clearly a deserter!

"Hit! Kill him! Let everyone know what happens to the deserters!"

"Hey! No, I! Whoops!"

Just as the knight attendant wanted to explain something, a gun was directly stuck in his stomach, followed by a round of punches and kicks, which directly beat him until he couldn't speak a word.

Obviously, the phrase "kill him" was not a joke, the noble earl was already angry, and he really wanted to execute him as a deserter on the spot.

"What a beast."

Seemingly still unrelieved, the count even spat at the knight attendant.

This humiliated the humble knight servant.

Obviously he came here to report the news, so he should be regarded as a hero, but because he chose to be a hero, now he will be beaten to death by the earl... But if he comes, he will be killed by the foreigner, and if he comes, he will be beaten by the earl If he died, didn't he come in vain?

"Quick! Kill him! Then chop off his head and hang it on the flagpole... eh?"

Just as the noble knight was about to urge his subordinates to continue, he vaguely saw something running towards him in the distance.