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The two leading cavalrymen were hit head-on by heavy stones, and they fell on their backs and fell off their horses on the spot!

And when the two horses were in the wrong stirrups, the lances in their hands also fell into Dubin's hands.

"The pole quality this time is good..."

With two lances in his hands, the smile on Dubin's face became wider and wider.

A lance exploded in his hand, and instantly turned into a cloud of black light, bringing about a bloody storm.

And the other lance shot out like lightning!

"Protector... ah!"

A bodyguard cavalry hurriedly stood in front of the Duke of Burgundy, before they even finished shouting their slogans, they were nailed to death on their horses by flying lances.

As for the Duke of Burgundy, he didn't realize what had just happened until now.

Everything was just for a moment, he didn't even have time to react!

"Don't fight! Don't fight with him!"

The Duke of Burgundy looked up again, and the dozen or so bodyguard cavalry had fallen into a pool of blood, which made him more convinced of the authenticity of the information, and also made him more convinced of his current situation. Order.

"Don't fight him! Don't fight him no matter what! His force is not human at all! Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

"Your Excellency, we can still..."

Several knights wanted to say something, but they were greeted by the fierce gaze of the Duke of Burgundy.

"I said retreat! Don't you understand?"

Saying this, the Duke of Burgundy turned his horse's head first, and ran away after flattering him.

And behind him was the Grim Reaper waving a lance.

"What are you running for! Don't you want to know me?"

Throwing the lance casually at the Duke of Burgundy in the distance, Dubin snatched another lance.

"It just so happened that I promised a friend that I would get him ten battle flags. Now I have one, and there are still nine left..."

"You are in the territory of the Burgundians! Are you sure you want to go to war with the entire Duchy of Burgundy!"

Seeing another guard cavalryman being nailed to death on horseback in order to protect himself, the Duke of Burgundy gritted his teeth.

It never occurred to him that he had condescended to come here to solicit, but this devil who had killed eight hundred and snatched it was still so ignorant of flattery!

"We'll cripple you! You're not going to have a good time!"

"Then don't run away! Let me see!"

Two shots knocked the two knights who were blocking them off their horses, and Dubin kept charging.

"Let me see what surprises you can surprise me!"

"You wait for me!"

Seeing the bodyguards fell one by one, and even the knights under his command began to be downsized, the Duke of Burgundy refused to look back and fled with his soldiers all the way.

And Dubin, also riding a horse and holding a spear, chased after him all the way.

"Keep the flag!"

"Leave me the flag!"

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 25 The Duke of Burgundy's Counterattack (25 words for votes)

After a quarter of an hour of chasing, Dupin still led the horse and slipped back slowly.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue chasing, the main reason is that the horse can't stand it anymore. Although the traveling horse brought out from the village is suitable for long-distance trekking, it is still a lot worse in fighting - not only that the speed cannot keep up with the opposite horse. , even the courage is much smaller than that of the opposing horse. If Dubin hadn't used sufficient force to make up for it, the broken horse might have been scared away long ago.

Fortunately, the Burgundians who fled in a hurry also left behind a lot of war horses, not only a few of them changed one by one, even the militiamen also shared one each, and changed from infantry to cavalry on the spot.As for the experience of fighting on horseback... This is not a big deal for Dubin and the militiamen. As long as there are enough enemies, experience can always be killed.

As long as there are enough enemies.

This is also the most troublesome place for Dubin.

"He is a duke after all, how could he run away?"

Until the whole team finished changing their costumes, Dupin was still muttering to himself, he couldn't believe it until now, the Duke of Burgundy still fled in the face of a team with thousands of people armed to the teeth.

Obviously he was alone, and he had already taken the initiative to show weakness...

"Hey! Ah Bin! Brother Bin! Can you calm down next time!"

Lao Luo, who was still in shock, rushed up, and the horrible scene just now made him still terrified.

"You are not afraid of fighting, what about us? There are thousands of armed cavalry, and even heavy knights! If they charge towards us..."

"If they charge towards you, they won't be able to run away."

Dopin closed his eyes and sighed.

"If they divide their troops against you, the Duke will definitely take command. The militiamen I brought out can at least help you last for half a minute..."

"Half a minute?"

Lao Luo's face was rather ugly.

"You mean we're going to be stabbed to death by knights in half a minute?"

"I mean, give me half a minute, enough time for me to capture the flag."

Half a minute, this is actually an extra ten seconds of time for the error tolerance rate. Judging from the position where the Duke of Burgundy was full and had to ride out, he rushed to the face of the Duke and even used It took less than 20 seconds—this still counted the time he spent charging all the way. You must know that even if the Burgundian soldiers wanted to surround the small team behind him, they had to rush across his face first.

It is impossible for a living person to pass by him. After seeing the gestures of the guard cavalry with their guns, Dubin already knew the gap between them.

As long as the duke hesitated for a moment, he would have the opportunity to directly kill through the opponent's command center, thus completely disrupting the enemy's army formation.

After the army formation was disrupted, only a group of disorderly troops remained, and everything else was easy to talk about. It happened that the militiamen could also practice their skills of killing the enemy on horseback.

It's a pity that the Duke of Burgundy never gave him this chance.

Even though he was a duke, he didn't want to lose face. Not only did he run away on the spot, he even ordered his subordinates not to fight back no matter what - this order was extremely unreliable, but the soldiers under his command actually strictly followed it. Except for the few guards who fell behind to block him, the rest of the Burgundian soldiers could run faster than rabbits.

But killing a few personal guards was not what Dubin wanted at all. What he wanted was to capture the flag and defeat the entire Burgundy army!

"Good job... good job!"

Thinking of the battle where he repeatedly mocked and insulted, but the Duke of Burgundy didn't even look back, Dubin couldn't help but take a deep breath.

To be able to make such a decisive judgment in an instant, and even to cut off his tail to survive, this Duke of Burgundy can be regarded as a hero for a while!

"Is this still a hero?"

Lao Luo on the side was a little disdainful. He originally thought that the Duke of Burgundy was some kind of amazing person. I thought this was some dungeon boss spawned.

But after that brief highlight moment, the duke with an entire army was driven to run all over the place by Dubin alone.

This also made Lao Luo completely lose his awe of this seemingly powerful Duke.

Perhaps, if it is another quest line, with the attitude of the Duke, even if it is not the final boss, it can be regarded as a tough opponent-but it is different now, they have the ultimate boss like Dubin here. With force in hand, as long as Brother Bin is willing to act, no matter how tyrannical the duke is... that's the essence.

As long as there is no force capable of competing with Dubin, when all the generals appear in front of him, it is equivalent to inserting a bid to sell the first.

This can't help but remind Lao Luo of the time when they first met, when Du Bin said he would take him to speed pass. .

Not to mention the Burgundians, even the English army is nothing but chickens and dogs!

They will be able to easily pass this task!

"It can't be easy, and it's our turn to trouble."

Looking at the confident Lao Luo, Du Bin shook his head.

"Don't underestimate that Duke of Burgundy, he really has something, this time he failed to kill him once, he just ran away, then we will be the ones who will be disgusted next."

"Disgusting us? What can he do?"

Lao Luo sneered.

"Can he still beat us? The two of us rushing over are not random killings!"

"This has nothing to do with combat effectiveness. People who are really disgusting often don't need to fight head-on."

Saying this, Dubin raised his head and looked into the distance.

And in the distant sky, there is also a small black spot, flying towards them from afar.

"Take cover! Use corpses as shields!"

Dubin was the first to pick up a corpse, and threw it towards the growing shadow.

There was a series of sounds of sharp weapons piercing into flesh, but more black spots still fell towards them.

For a time, arrows rained down.

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"Fire the arrows! Keep shooting the arrows!"

On the hillside in the distance, the Duke of Burgundy was directing his bow and arrow team to shoot at the conspicuous pair in the distance.

"Things that don't know how to lift... Give him three rounds of washing the floor first!"

"Uh, my lord duke."

A guard couldn't help but speak.

"Isn't this a bit of a waste of arrows? Although we have a lot of reserves, this kind of ineffective shooting..."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, shoot three rounds first, let them know whose territory this is."

The Duke of Burgundy took a deep breath, then looked at his personal guard.

"Have you ever raised an eagle?"

"……eagle?"

The guard was stunned for a while, not understanding what the duke was going to say.

He knows a little bit about raising eagles, but it is rare for the French to raise this kind of thing, and those who can domesticate this kind of thing are more Tatars on horseback. It is said that the mighty falcon is a Tatar horseman The shooter's best helper, this bird of prey flying in the air can not only accurately identify the enemy's position for the owner, but can even viciously peck off the enemy's eyeball under the order of the owner.

But their Lord Duke, why did he suddenly mention this?