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"Brother Bin, tell me the truth."

Taking a deep breath, Lao Luo, the local tyrant, still spoke.

"This sword of yours couldn't have been snatched from the hands of the King of Knights head-on, right?"

"...Neither."

Dupin scratched his head.

This made Lao Luo, the local tyrant, concentrate, and he was looking forward to hearing a different answer.

"I didn't snatch it head-on. I used joint skills to unscrew it after cheating the trick. It was really dangerous at the time. Fortunately, she is not good at close combat..."

Recalling the previous battles, Dubin began to talk more, and even began to talk about the process of his own fighting in detail.

"At that time, I didn't have much physical strength. After all, I beat twelve or fourteen Knights of the Round Table in a row. In two and a half days, I was almost numb...What's wrong with you, Luo? Are you okay? ?”

"I'm... all right."

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Lao Luo forced a smile.

He said why Dubin had such a big reaction just now. He had really made a feud with the King of Knights when he co-authored it. He single-handedly overthrew all the knights of the round table, and even snatched the sword of victory promised by the King of Knights... This is really a human being. thing?

With such ability, no wonder he threatened to take him to speed pass.With the help of such a master, you only need to know which boss to fight for this mission, or which group of enemies to kill. Dubin may not be able to get it done in a meal. Probably no more than 5 minutes.

It's just that sometimes, the goal given by the mission line is not just to kill a certain enemy.

Just like it is now.

"Okay, heroes, here we are."

When old Jacques brought the farmers who had a lot of harvest and led them to this small village that seemed to be a bit desolate, a new task reminder also appeared in front of Lao Luo.

[French mission line: Defend the country]

[Introduction: Heroes who are famous all over the world have also worked hard for their hometown. The original intention of defending the country often comes from wanting to protect their hometown]

[Mission Objective: To protect the village of Domremy under the attack of the English army. If more than half of Domremy died, the mission will fail. If Joan of Arc dies, the mission will fail.]

[Task Reward: French Region Prestige +1000, Spirit Base Experience +10000]

[Note: The reinforcements will arrive in fifteen days]

"Two heroes, although I know it's a little presumptuous to say this, I still have an unfeeling request."

Just as Dubin and Lao Luo were flipping through the mission briefing, Old Jacques also spoke.

"The two heroes also saw that the militiamen of Domremy are just like this. They are just farmers who have just put down their hoes. They can't fight the English at all... Although we have no money to hire two such soldiers to fight for us. , but I wonder if the two of you can stay for a few more days and teach these brats what fighting is?"

"can!"

Lao Luo stretched out his hand without hesitation, with a righteous expression on his face.

"I am willing to do my part to defend Domremy!"

"For training, let me try."

Dupin put his hand up too.

"Let me tell you first, I haven't tried it, so I dare not say it's too full."

"Count me in! I also want to work hard to defend my hometown!"

The blond girl named Joan also stretched out her hand and placed it on Dupin's.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 4 Chapter 4 I was born with supernatural power

When the sun rose again, Dupin, who had slept soundly all night, woke up.

Of course, this is a night in the game, not a real night, but in terms of sleep effect, it is far better than a night in the real world——according to Dubin’s previous understanding of the game, this game called "" The reason why the game of "Moon World" can be so realistic is not to rely on traditional display screens, but to let players enter a dream-like state through hypnosis.

And this also means that if you sleep in the game, you are resting in a dream. In other words, it is approximately equal to a controllable deep sleep.

This is also one of the reasons why Dubin is very happy to play this game, just because for people who practice martial arts, deep sleep that can relieve deep fatigue is an extremely precious thing.

But for Dubin, the deep sleep function is only part of the benefit.

What he really wanted was the almost real battle in "Moon World", the kind of life-and-death struggle that was not bound by any rules.

These precious combat experiences, as well as the combing and integration of technology between life and death time and time again, are the most precious things for a martial arts practitioner who pursues progress.

"So I play this game to challenge stronger opponents, right?"

In the threshing ground by the village, Du Bin, who was carrying a stick, looked at the young and strong militiamen lined up in front of him, frowning.

He who runs a martial arts gym in reality doesn't quite understand why he has to work overtime even though he is already in the game?

"Please guide us!"

I don't know who started it first, and the young and strong people started to talk. At first, they murmured softly, but soon they became loud shouts—however, the voices of these people were not uniform, and the rising and falling voices were not so much Shouting slogans, it is more accurate to say that a group of monkeys are screaming.

This also made Dubin frowned even more tightly.

It is clearly the same slogan but still shouting randomly, which means no organization and discipline, which can be understood only by looking at the loose team of these young and strong militiamen.Moreover, they still made such a loose posture when they were studying, which showed that they didn't have the will to fight at all.

Leading such a mess, still want to win against the regular army?

It's not bad if they don't make trouble!

"And you! Who's there!"

Dubin raised his hand and pointed at the blond girl standing in the front row from a distance.

"The militiamen are going to the battlefield! Why are women here to join in the fun! Go back!"

"I won't go back! This is my hometown! I will also work hard to defend it!"

The blond girl didn't budge.

"Men can go to the battlefield, why can't women! I am also a Domremy, why can't I defend it!"

"Other people's words may be okay, but you... this is really not okay."

Dubin shook his head, but still rejected the blond girl's request to join the training.

It's not that he deliberately underestimated it, but that he understood it too well - when he decided to join Domremy's side yesterday, the girl's hand was on his, and at that moment, he had seriously felt this. palm.

That hand is not too big, but it is slender enough, with long fingers and softness unique to women. Anyone will say that this is a beautiful hand. Coupled with the fair complexion like suet jade, it can even Treated like a work of art.

But for Dubin, this beautiful hand is unqualified.

Just because he couldn't feel any strength in this beautiful hand.

There are no calluses on the soft hands, and the skin that can be broken by blowing is obviously not done heavy work. Such hands can be used for painting, playing the piano, or holding teacups for afternoon tea , but it is not suitable for holding a sword, holding a shield, or holding a spear.

"So you can go back wherever you came from. What follows is not a tea party, but a war and death."

Saying this, Du Bin greeted a group of militiamen, and went away on his own.

The threshing ground is not the best training environment. Training in this kind of open space is okay in normal times, but right now, if these militiamen want to quickly form combat effectiveness, they must be led into the woods.

If the combat power is not enough, then the environment will come together. The complex terrain in the woodland is not suitable for the regular army to form an army. On the contrary, these militiamen who have lived in Domremy since childhood are more familiar with the surrounding environment - and now Dubin has to do Yes, that is to let these militiamen master the skills of fighting in the woodland, which is slightly different from the formation of formations in open areas.

"A group of three, cover each other, have a tacit understanding, and the three of them will stab one person together."

While arranging combat missions for the young militiamen, Dubin used the stick in his hand to move the short spears in their hands. At this moment, the militiamen also held short spears cut to the length of eyebrow sticks. This thing is everywhere. The forest full of obstacles is quite an easy-to-use weapon.

It's just that although the weapon is easy to use, the person holding the weapon is not very good. The young and strong militiamen in front of them are either laughing or not taking his orders seriously-Dubin even saw two lazy ones, God knows What are they here for.

"What the hell is going on with you!"

No matter how calm his temper was, Dubin couldn't stand it now.

"Don't you know the importance of training? Don't you know the importance of fighting?"

"I know I know, but so what?"

Some young militiamen couldn't help but speak.

"Forget it, if it's just this kind of training, we can't have a chance of winning... We can't fight the master knights. If those master knights with strong martial arts want to kill us, it's as easy as mowing grass."

"Yeah, what's the use of just practicing for a few days? No, I will still be killed by the English."

"It's better not to practice, that's it, anyway, just wait for the reinforcements to come."

The militiamen were chattering for a while, but none of them wanted to fight.

This also made Dubin even more embarrassed.

He has a conscience, no matter how vicious the boss is, he dares to go up and fight, no matter how dangerous the place is, he dares to take a look, no matter what the situation is, he can even destroy a British army by himself—— But his teammates are the only ones who can't do anything about it. Facing a group of people who have no will to fight, it is impossible to cheer them up by just preaching.

So in order for the mission to go on smoothly, he is ready to rescue these militiamen.

Now he only hopes that these militiamen are strong enough to resist beatings, so that he will not break a few sticks...

"Wait a moment!"

Just when Du Bin picked up his stick and was about to beat up the two untrained young militiamen first, a familiar voice came over.

"Since you said that I can't go to the battlefield, then I will prove it to you!"

Saying this, a wooden sword was thrown from a distance and landed in Du Bin's hand.

In front of Dubin, the girl holding a training wooden sword had already assumed an attacking posture.

"I want to challenge you! I want to fight you!"

"Haha, forget it."

Dupin shook his head.

"I don't hit women..."

click-

It was obviously just an ordinary training sword collision, but at this moment, the wooden sword in Du Bin's hand was unexpectedly broken!

It was at this time that Du Bin realized that the blond girl in front of him really had the qualifications to go to the battlefield.

Although the blond girl has never received any systematic training, and her hands don't have much strength, judging by the performance of the sword just now... this is clearly a natural divine power!

"Also! I don't call that who! My name is Jeanne!"

The blond girl raised her wooden sword, her violent attacking posture was like a tiger descending a mountain.