Grasp the farming script in the famous book

When the army of rebels pressed the border and surrounded the territory, the common people in several important towns around the territory were already terrified.

"Mayor, why don't we...surrender first?"

Someone suggested to the mayor: "The target of the rebel army is His Majesty the King who is making a pilgrimage in Tianshui Town. What does it have to do with us?"

"No, I heard that there are many mercenaries from Belgium in the rebel army. They are all murderous guys. It's useless even if we surrender, not to mention the family fortune accumulated over the past few years. lost."

Legends about Belgian mercenaries have long been circulated in the territory.They are all described as pirates, wearing blindfolds, with terrifying iron hooks on their arms, and killing anyone they see.After hearing this story, none of the children from various households in several towns dared to cry at night.

The mayor was in a dilemma, so he just hesitated: "Your Majesty, the Lord's Madam, they won't leave us alone, will they?"

The lord's wife really won't leave them alone.Even as early as a few months ago, the territory began to carry out various combat preparations, and various fortifications were built around the town.

Today, women and children in the town are sent to pre-repaired safe houses.The rest of the men stayed in town, hesitant to defend their property against the rebels.

"Good news, good news!"

At this time, good news came from Tianshui Town: "His Majesty the King sent musketeers and imperial guards to help us guard."

The mayor cheered up, got up vigorously, and asked: "How many people are they here?"

The person who sent the news thought for a while and replied: "There are more than a dozen imperial guards!"

more than ten?Only a dozen forbidden troops?

The mayor's face changed suddenly, and even his voice trembled: "Then... how many gunmen are there?"

"One... one!" The messenger finally realized that this might not be the case.

A gunner, a dozen forbidden soldiers?

Outside the town are the rebel camps one after another.

The mayor said silently with tears in his eyes: His Majesty the King, Mrs. Madam... Thank you for your kindness!

A dozen or so men in uniforms came from Tianshui Town that day, and there was a tall, thin man in ordinary civilian clothes among them.

Among the dozen or so uniformed youths, the leader bowed slowly to the mayor of the town: "I am the musketeer under the king's command, and my name is D'Artagnan. It was the lord's wife who arranged for me to come. Lead everyone to defend your town, protect your life and property. Please rest assured, with us here, you really have nothing to worry about."

The mayor's body trembled, his upper and lower teeth tapped lightly, and he made a loud noise: "How...how can I not worry...worried?"

D'Artagnan immediately slid a step sideways, revealing the tall, thin figure behind him.

"Please, just because of this person, you should have more confidence in us! Those rebels outside are nothing at all."

The mayor took the lead, and all the people in the town stared at this person. For a long time, no one could believe that it was this person who came to their town.

The Duke of Orleans was a young man of short stature, with a rather handsome face, but his face was slightly swollen due to years of drinking and sex.

At this moment, the Duke of Orleans was standing majestically in front of the formation, letting the wind raise his cloak behind him.

Standing beside him were the Duke of Chevreuse and General Beavis.They occupied a higher position and proudly observed the town in front of them.The town has only a few fortifications arranged on the main roads, all of which are rebuilt from stone houses, and there is nothing special about them.

"I thought that which big city my brother would flee to, at least a castle. I didn't know that my brother was so 'pious' and ran to Tianshui Town."

"In such a small town, with two elite soldiers under his command and those Belgian mercenaries, I'm afraid it can be taken down in 10 minutes, right?"

The Duke of Orleans looked at the town in front of him, and the Duke and the general beside him laughed triumphantly at the same time.

The most greedy mercenaries were the first to attack. These people were used to bullying the weak. Seeing that the town in front of them did not appear to be heavily guarded, they immediately took a step ahead, preparing to rush into the town and then loot it.

The Duke of Orleans no longer focused on the small town in front of him. On the contrary, he and the other two chatted about his vision of the future, happily imagining that he was already sitting on the throne.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long before a burst of shouts suddenly sounded from the position in front of him.The Duke of Orleans turned his gaze back and found that the Belgian mercenaries had fled back one after another.

"Are there many of them? Is their firepower strong?" The Duke of Orleans hurriedly sent someone to ask. "If not, why run?"

Unexpectedly, none of these mercenaries ran away in an instant, without looking back.Only the leader with a bit of "professional ethics" left an explanation: "This battle... can't be fought! You have to fight yourself!"

The rebels had a bad start, and the Duke of Orleans, with a livid face, immediately ordered the infantry to form a square formation and quickly launch an attack.

This time he didn't dare to take his eyes off the battlefield, he stared intently at the road leading to the town.

The infantry carried their weapons and slowly approached the town.There was no movement in the town at all.Only after the infantry gradually approached, a flag of the Imperial Army was raised over a mill that had removed the windmill.

The Duke of Orleans laughed angrily: "Can those mercenaries be scared away like this? How many imperial troops did Brother Wang bring to Tianshui Town? Are there two hundred?"

After a few minutes, the rebels got closer to the town.And the flag of the imperial army above the mill was taken down, and a flag of the gunner was raised again.

The Duke of Orleans snorted, and was just about to say: the number of gunners is even smaller.

Unexpectedly, crackling, gunshots sounded, and several fortifications around the road shot in all directions.The rebels scattered and hid in all directions, in a panic.

"Hold on, there are few of them!" The Duke of Orleans pulled out the saber from his waist and made a charging gesture.But he was now in the rear of the rear, and no one heard his orders at all.

Soon the rebels also stabilized their position, trying to suppress those fortifications with a lot of firepower, and rushed into the town in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, someone in the rebel army suddenly yelled in horror: "That is, that is..."

"It's a saint!"

"Saint Heathcliff!"

The Duke of Orleans was stunned: Saint Heathcliff?

Are saints also willing to intervene in secular struggles for power?

"Ah, he came back from the dead again!"

"Whoever you shake me, am I dreaming!"

The rebels in front of the town couldn't believe their eyes. Some held the firecrackers in their hands in a daze, while others simply put down their weapons, knelt on the ground obediently, and began to pray loudly.

The name of Heathcliff, the "saint" of Tianshui Town, is widely spread in France, even the rebels, many people have heard of it.

The Duke of Orleans was incompetent and furious: "Impossible, this is impossible!"

"It's impossible for someone to come back from the dead."

He inadvertently exposed his belief-only in power, not in God.

"That's witchcraft! It's blindfolding! Don't believe it."

Duke Chevrez hurriedly reminded his soldiers and ordered them to step forward for reinforcements.

"It's true—"

The second group of rebels who fled back shouted at their commander.

"It's not about resurrection from death, it's that the other party won't die at all—"

"That's right... I clearly saw that he was just hit, and then slowly disappeared into the air. The next moment he rushed out again..."

"It must be God, and God is stopping us from this stupid and unjust war."

The third group of rebels fled back and further spread bad news.

The Duke of Orleans pointed his sword in the air, and he shouted loudly: "How can one person control the situation of the battle? Everyone rushes forward together, and the battle will be over in just 5 minutes!"

The fourth group of rebels who fled back were terrified: "There is more than one saint!"

"God is protecting everyone here."

"Everyone is like this. They looked like they were already defeated, but rushed out again in a blink of an eye, raised their guns and continued to hit us..."

The Duke of Orleans took two steps forward unsteadily.General Beavis handed him the most fashionable pair of spotting binoculars.

The Duke of Orleans pulled out the lens tube, held it in front of his eyes, and looked in the direction of the town.

He really saw a man in the uniform of the imperial army who happened to be hit by a gun and fell down staggeringly.That body just fell into the dust and gradually disappeared into nothingness.

The Duke of Orleans was very surprised. When he raised the binoculars in his hand, he saw the imperial soldier who fell down just now ran forward happily, picked up the weapon that had fallen on the ground before, and charged forward with a shout.

The rebels who witnessed this risked insanity, and the Duke of Orleans felt that he was the same.

The fifth group... thought the Duke of Orleans, he was the fifth group of rebels who fled.

So he put away the binoculars, turned around and ran away regardless of the surrounding soldiers.

Duke Chevreuse was shocked, but General Beavis seemed calmer and gave orders: "Temporarily stop the attack... retreat, retreat!"

"Don't stay and pray unless you want to be captured!"

The residents of the town never dreamed that the saint of Sweetwater Town, St. Heathcliff, would come to their town to help them defend against the rebels.

But think about it, Heathcliff was guarding Sweetwater Town and protecting the cardinal from being assassinated, and he was favored by God and had an "immortal body".

No one was afraid at once when Heathcliff arrived.

No one doubted that fire~gunner and the dozen or so forbidden soldiers. With saints around, who would be afraid of the rebels?Who is afraid of mercenaries?

But a miracle happened, with St. Heathcliff present, the dozen or so imperial guards also possessed the attributes of "saints" at the same time.

Facing the hail of bullets from the rebels, they charged without fear.Once hit, they, like Heathcliff, slowly became transparent and disappeared from the eyes of the rebels.The next moment, they rushed in front of the rebels like divine soldiers descending from heaven...

The men in the town thought to themselves: what else have they to be afraid of?

These men who were still doubting their lives an hour ago felt that it was time to show their masculinity at this moment, and they grabbed the guys and rushed up, but were stopped by the gunman named d'Artagnan. behind the line.

"Guys," said d'Artagnan calmly, "the dangers are to be left to the favor of God!"

He listened to Heathcliff's twelve-character mantra in front of him repeatedly teaching the juniors that "you can't get out of the line of fire if you are slightly injured, but get off the line if you are seriously injured", and he looked sincerely at the excited "natives" in front of him.

"Even myself, I was forced to stay behind by them, and I was not allowed to go forward!"

The author has something to say: Happy Children's Day to everyone who is still childlike (▽)