Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Max frowned.

"No matter how hard that monster can fight, there is only one person. Can't you surround yourself with one person? A bunch of trash... Get out!"

Kicking the second leader aside, Max, who picked up the machete, stepped out of the tent.

The vision was a bit dim, there were noisy shouts and killings all around, and there were dark figures in the distance. Even though Max was taller than ordinary people, he couldn't see anything in this dim environment——so He got on his own horse and ran up the gentle slope beside the camp.

This time, the condescending Max finally saw the situation on the battlefield clearly.

He saw that monster, that monster that killed people like mowing grass, in fact, there was no way he could not see it, just because the monster was so conspicuous in the crowd, every time he took a step, the surrounding bandits would all fall down on the ground.

Around that blood-red figure, there was even a complete circle of vacuum maintained all the time!

However, the most conspicuous thing at this moment is not the murderous monster.

But those who followed the monster, those with short spears...

"……militia?"

Max rubbed his eyes. He felt that he must have read something wrong. He had seen these militiamen before. Outside, even with weapons in hand, the bandits under his command could kill eight people in a single charge.

But now, who are those people with short spears and bloody faces?

Who are those who are frantically assassinating his subordinates?

What kind of monster appeared in front of him?

"Turn around! Quick! Turn around!"

The sharp perception that has experienced many battles made Max react immediately, and he immediately raised the big knife in his hand while riding a horse.

"Don't bother with that monster! Don't bother with those militias either! They've pulled out all the defenses!"

The machete swung down, and the blade pointed directly at the village of Domremy in the distance.

"Turn in immediately! Wash that castle!"

qun... According to ⑥ 8 ② 7 [-] wife and [-] durian

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of Evil Dragons: Chapter 15 Chapter 4000 Their Power ([-] words, please vote)

Before the gate of the small castle, the bandits in strong clothes rushed over.

In the past, the robbers would not attack the city, even if it was only a small castle, it would be a fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's different, they have the support of the English behind them.

The English's weapons and armor gave them confidence, and the huge bounties offered by the English aroused their desire. Of course, in order to ensure that they would not run away, the English longbowmen were also aiming at their heads ... The robbers have always known about the existence of the supervising team, but there is nothing they can do about it. Why did they really take too much?

The money of the English is not so easy to earn, at least they have to really pull out the village. Fortunately, the small castle is really shabby, and they don't even need to climb the wall, they just need to enter through the main entrance.

But it was the front door that looked like it could be broken in an instant, but they couldn't get in no matter what.

Just because there is a huge cross right there.

"drink!"

With a cry, Joan of Arc, who was born with great strength, picked up the heavier cross and rushed towards the city gate.

"Boom-"

A few robbers who had no time to dodge were hit by the heavy cross head-on, and their entire bodies were knocked out. Just looking at the depression on the breastplate, it was as if they had been hit head-on by a battering ram.

No, it's not like.

That heavy cross, when laid flat, clearly looked like a battering ram!

"Go in! Rush in!"

Some robbers shouted and tried to rush over from the side, but the huge horizontal tree on the cross directly blocked their way—then another collision came oncoming, and these robbers were directly pushed against them. On the blade of the companion behind him, just hearing the sound of the sharp weapon piercing into the flesh, he already knew that they didn't have a few minutes to live.

For a moment, Joan of Arc, holding the cross and guarding the city gate, seemed to be in charge of the gate!

"Come on! Come again!"

Holding the cross and retreating a few steps, Joan charged forward again. This time with the momentum brought by the distance, the robbers surrounding the city gate suffered even more casualties.

Using the cross of the church to fight is somewhat blasphemous, but after seeing the tragic situation of those robbers, Joan of Arc felt inexplicably happy.

This is the only way to fight... no, this is the only way to fight!

This is God's punishment for the unrighteous!

"drink!"

Taking a deep breath, Joan knocked the cross out again. With the heavy cross and her huge strength, another group of robbers were smashed to pieces.

But this time, the robbers also found a way to cope.

"Who has a spear! Bring the spear here!"

"Poke it in with a spear!"

"Throw the sword! Throw her with the sword!"

A sharp blade gleaming with cold light was thrown towards her, and the sharp edge cut through the blood-stained cloth robe on Joan of Arc, and more spear blades stabbed her face, which made her shrink her head to dodge.

In the final analysis, the cross is not an official weapon. Although this creation, which is nailed together by two heavy giant woods, can play miraculous effects in a special environment, it is difficult to really use it against the enemy.

At least Joan of Arc couldn't do it, and the only way she could think of for the time being was to use the cross as a battering ram and hit it outward.

If it was that man... he shouldn't be beaten like her, right?

Only this time, it was impossible for her to get any support from the other party.

"I will lead the team there, and directly execute the beheading plan on the command center of these bandits... Although theoretically, those bandits should retreat, but this battle is abnormal, and I always feel that they will take the risk and attack the castle, so your The task is to keep the gate, as long as the gate is not lost, we have already won half the battle."

Joan still remembered what the man said before leaving.

A good start is half the battle, and keeping the door is half the battle... That man always said that, as if he could really win if he did these things well.

Can you really win as long as you keep the gate?

"You can't get in the door! Don't go through the door!"

I don't know which robber shouted first.

"Climb the wall! Let's go in first!"

"Yes! Climb the wall! Divide a few people to climb the wall!"

"Ladder! Who has a ladder!"

Noisy shouts came from outside the city gate, making Joan's heart feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave—only at this moment did she suddenly realize where the fatal omission of this plan was.

Yes, even if she was born with supernatural power and carried a heavy cross, she could barely guard the city gate, but what if those robbers didn't go through the main gate?

What would she do if those robbers chose to attack the city wall directly?

Could she be able to defend the entire city wall by herself?

"Don't stop here! Keep going! Go!"

The robbers poured into the doorway like a tide again, apparently not intending to leave any chance for Joan of Arc to support the city wall—now the robbers have already seen it, and staying in this small castle at this moment can still be called Only Joan of Arc in front of me is the only one who can fight.

As long as this woman who is born with supernatural power is dragged before the city gate, who else can resist those robbers who climbed the city wall?Who else can resist it?

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Joan desperately pushed the cross forward. At this moment, she could no longer think rationally. She only knew that she wanted to kill these robbers, even if she killed one more...

"Haha! I'm coming in!"

Just when Joan was preparing for the next collision, there was a loud and piercing voice from behind her.

It was a section of the city wall behind her, only ten steps away from her position.

But at this moment, the distance of more than ten steps seems to be a world of difference.

She was blocked at the gate of the city and couldn't move. She could only watch helplessly as the robber with a sharp sword climbed up to the top of the city, watched him grin while holding his sword, and rushed towards the city with his sword in hand.

But she couldn't do anything.

ended.

everything ends...

"Get out of here!"

thump—

The bandit who was still showing off his power at the top of the city just now was forced to knock down the city wall at this moment!

But it was a bloody gun flag that sent the robber flying!

"This fucking is my mission! I didn't admit defeat, why did you come in!"

There is a figure in luxurious armor standing on the top of the city, with a gun and flag fluttering in the wind!

"Continue to block the door! I'm up there!"

"you……"

Joan opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

The surprised look in his eyes greatly benefited Lao Luo.

In fact, he had already squatted on the city wall, and just now he just wanted to show off on purpose, so he let a robber come up—and then he raised the battle flag and took that down again while waiting for the rabbit. Like a god of war.

Judging from Joan's expression... he should have hit that blow just now well?

"You! Behind you!"

While continuing to deal with the enemy army at the gate of the city, Joan of Arc shouted loudly.

"Someone is up!"

"Varied……"

Lao Luo turned his head subconsciously, only to find that in front of him, a robber who climbed up the wall had already raised his sword at him!

When did it come!Why is there no sound at all!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Lao Luo subconsciously raised the battle flag to block, and instinctively raised his leg and kicked it.

But after the kick, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing his flesh.