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In the process of retreating in, she killed five robbers. She swung the wooden club with all her strength and smashed the iron helmet and the head together, but that was all.

The altar in front of the god has been overturned, and the robbers have come over with spears.

Leaning against the huge holy cross, Joan clenched her fists.

There is no way back.

Is she really going to die here?

The three angels she had dreamed about, the fate that asked her to save France... were they all fake?

Will God bless her?

"God..."

At the last moment of her life, she turned her back and prayed her last prayer to the huge cross in front of her.

"Haha! She's dying!"

The bandits in the front row handed over their weapons to the brothers around them one after another, and then rushed forward with their bare hands.

"Catch her alive! Don't let her kill herself!"

thump—

The heavy wooden beam smashed down in mid-air smashed several robbers into the ground in an instant.

But when they wanted to get up, cloth shoes with white bottoms and black sides stepped on their heads directly.

With a stomp of his foot, the robber in the iron helmet suddenly burst into brains.

And Jeanne was also startled by the loud noise and turned her head.

"you……"

Looking at the blood-stained figure in the cloth robe, Joan of Arc seemed to have returned to a few days ago, before the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

It was the same at that time, the ordinary figure was wearing a blood-stained robe, and his inconspicuous appearance was like a clumsy knight squire.

But now, she understands that that ordinary appearance is just because this man restrained his aura.

But now, when this man's aura is fully open, he is so fierce and terrifying that even the evil spirits in hell can't compare.

But when such a hideous and terrifying figure stood in front of her, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace that she had not seen for a long time.

I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep for a while...

"Hey, you can't sleep if you lose too much blood."

Snapped--

Being slapped on the face, Joan of Arc, who had been drowsy, suddenly revived.

But when she was slapped, her eyes widened and she wanted to reprimand the devil, but she found that the blood-stained devil suddenly tilted his head.

"Why are there no weapons?"

The blood-stained devil looked down at the robber's corpse on the ground, seemingly dissatisfied.

Immediately afterwards, the devil stretched out his hand to the huge cross hanging on the wall.

A heavy wooden cross as tall as a person was removed.

"A little bulky, but just right."

"Strange...monster!"

The robbers around here stared straight at it. Two or three strong men might not be able to lift that huge and cumbersome cross. How could this man in front of him... how could he lift it by himself?

"This thing...is a human?"

"Swearing?"

Dubin turned his head and glared at the robbers in front of him.

"I'm a human! Can't you see it!"

"you……"

The faces of the robbers were stiff, especially when they saw that the heavy cross was actually held by Dubin with one hand.

This kind of wrist strength... can it really be called a human being?

"Forget it, if you can't see it, then don't read it."

The heavy cross roared past, and a dozen robbers were swept away in an instant.

A few bandits on the outside still wanted to escape, but the huge cross had already flew over from a distance, and the heavy force knocked half of their bodies away, leaving only the remaining half of their bodies flying out. He ran a few steps, but soon tripped over the cross and fell to the ground.

And Du Bin also helped up the bloody Joan of Arc.

"Why are you stuck here? Don't be careful yourself. If you die, I can't do the mission."

"I……"

Joan just wanted to defend herself, saying that she came to the chapel first to remind the villagers, but when she raised her head, something was stuffed into her arms.

It was a set of bright red cloth robes, and the smell of blood stained on them was almost indelible.

"Your clothes are all torn, let's wear them alive first."

After taking off his cloth robe, Dupin, who was only wearing bunts, moved his fists, and his joints cracked.

"Then hurry to the castle, your father is still waiting in the city."

"……it is good."

Joan nodded, and silently put the cloth robe on her body.

The cloth robe was soaked with blood, and it felt a bit sticky to wear, but Joan of Arc unexpectedly didn't feel any dirt.

But immediately, Joan of Arc seemed to have remembered something, and quickly raised her head.

"Wait, were you defending the city just now?"

"Yeah, is it me or who?"

Dupin shrugged.

"It's a rare opportunity to have this kind of opportunity. Those robbers are all charging at me, and I'm going to be the guard..."

"Oops!"

Before Dubin finished speaking, Joan of Arc suddenly screamed.

If it was the past, the robbers would have retreated after leaving so many corpses, but this time the robbers were not only extremely brave, but even wore solid armor that should not be possessed by the robbers...

This group of robbers is different from the previous ones!They can't just retreat like this!

"They want to attack the city head-on! The castle is in danger!"

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Ordinary Man Abin

The loss of the small castle was more serious than imagined.

Even though Dupin had brought Joan back to the defense as quickly as possible, the swarming bandits still smashed through the castle's defenses within a short time—or in other words, there was nothing in this small castle at all. What can be called defense, the two gates alone can't stop these robbers equipped with regular weapons.

The militiamen resisted under the leadership of the old Jacques, but after only a few days of training, they were no match for the ferocious robbers. In their panic, they couldn't even hold their short guns. They are simply living targets.

In just a wave of charge, the robbers killed eight people, which already exceeded one-seventh of the number of militiamen. Even if the local tyrants Lao Luo and old Jacques who stayed in the city tried to maintain order, the morale of the militiamen collapsed on the spot .

But the robbers only had this chance to charge.

When the bandits were about to charge for the second time, a huge and heavy cross swirled towards them. The whistling cross was like a chariot, plowing a bloody gully in the formation of the bandits.

This time it was the robbers' morale to collapse, especially after seeing that familiar figure - you must know that they are different from the horse-mounted robbers who went straight to the chapel to destroy the alarm system. How did this person block the road alone and beat all their brothers to death one by one.

And when that familiar figure covered in scarlet picked up the heavy cross with only one hand, the remaining robbers were instantly defeated.

They can fight the militia, and they can also fight some small castles under orders, but this does not mean that they are willing to fight monsters. The things that appear in front of them are not human at all!

"Run! Run!"

"You wait! You wait for me!"

“We will be back!”

The robbers ran faster than rabbits while talking cruelly. Some even threw away their armor and weapons simply because it made them run faster.

This time, Dubin didn't chase him out.

Just because the morale in the castle has dropped to freezing point.

"Anyway, rest tonight first!"

With a big wave of Dubin's hand, he signaled to the militiamen who had just recovered from the panic that they don't need to stand here anymore, they should bandage when they need to be bandaged, and go to sleep when they need to sleep.

And Joan of Arc, who had fallen asleep, was also found by Du Bin in a room and settled down. As for the huge cross, he simply threw it in this room because it was too bulky.

Although it's not impossible to use this kind of side weapon, but Dubin didn't think about using it every day. It's not unreasonable that the weirder the weapon, the faster the death. It's almost enough to live once or twice.

If you really want to use it normally, ordinary swords and spears are more convenient.

"The armament is still sufficient, but the long-range projection is missing."

In the armory of the small castle, Dubin is inspecting the weapons and armor stored here. Some of them were seized from the English centurion, and some were stored by the villagers. If you only look at these weapons, Donglei Mi Village's ordnance reserves are actually quite rich.

"It's just that their will to fight is still too far behind."

Just as Dubin was inspecting these weapons and equipment, Lao Luo, who was wearing gorgeous armor, also walked in.

"I tried to get those militiamen to fight out with me in order to grab more stored food, but they didn't even want to move... It's just a few days of training, these militiamen are useless at all, we don't have Any armed force that can be counted on."

He found a random box and sat on it, Lao Luo's eyes were blank.

"You are the only one who can really fight. Joan of Arc and I can count as half a man alive, plus old Jacques, this is all the people in the village who can be regarded as fighting strength. It is impossible for us alone to defend Stay in the castle, we are doomed to lose this mission... Don't worry, I don't blame you, I know that the hidden mission line itself is extremely difficult, but how should I put it..."

Sighing, Lao Luo smiled wryly.

"Maybe it's still a little...not reconciled."

"You don't have to be reconciled, it might just be... you don't understand?"

Dupin scratched his head.