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At this moment, the leader of the robbers seemed to have seen the cruel scene of stabbing each other with a spear in his hand.

But there was a ray of light that zoomed in before his eyes at a faster speed.

"……Eh?"

puff-

The throat was pierced by the sharp sword thrown by the flying hand, and the leader of the bandits fell off his horse.

And his spear was also held by Dubin in his hand.

"The pole is too bad."

Shaking his head, Dubin tapped his toes and flew into the air.

The cheap spear instantly swung into a circle of light and shadow.

"Om-"

Accompanied by the howling sound of breaking wind, eight heads fell down.

The headless body on the horse was still running wildly until it rushed past the villagers before falling off the horse.

The rest of the horse-riding robbers who didn't rush over looked at Dubin more like looking at some kind of monster that didn't look like a human.

"I said no one of you can make it through, then no one can make it through."

The cheap spear, which was already unusable, was thrown out casually, and another robber was nailed to the back of the horse.

And Dubin turned his head once again.

"Hurry up, you won't have time to deal with the wound any later... Live well and don't let me lose the mission evaluation."

"oh oh!"

Several villagers nodded hurriedly.

Although they didn't know what the other party was talking about in the "task evaluation", at least they could understand the phrase "live well".When they realized that the terrifying killing god was on their side, they recovered from the shock and quickly supported each other and fled to the direction of the castle.

The small castle that old Jacques rented for fourteen gold coins and a lot of wheat every year played a role again. Even though the castle is small, it is still a building that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.It's just that the people crowded in the small castle right now are not the hard-wearing sergeants, but the villagers who have fled in panic. The entire Domremy Village has fled here, making the narrow castle even more crowded.

Under the leadership of the old Jacques, 54 militiamen went up to the city wall, and they were the last armed force of Domremy.

"Must fight out!"

Lao Luo, who was wearing gorgeous armor, also stood on the city wall, watching the enemy troops raging in the village.

Lao Luo, who has played many national warfare games, has rich experience in offensive and defensive warfare. He already knew at a glance that the number of robbers attacking Domremy is no more than a hundred—only this number, only Dubin I'm afraid I can kill them all at will, so there is no need for them to hide.

Fighting out, fighting out can reduce some losses, you must know that the property and food of the villagers are still outside, if they are all destroyed in the flames of war... Even if they can win, the ensuing food shortage will be even more terrifying things.

"Must fight out!"

Lao Luo raised the blood-stained banner in his hand.

"Who wants to come with me!"

……

On the city wall, there was no sound.

Lao Luo turned his head in shock, only to find that the militiamen were all hunched over. The militiamen who were still shouting vigorously during training during the day did not even dare to lift their heads at this moment, and did not even dare to look into his eyes.

"We... we're just farmers, just farmers who just put their hoes down."

Among the militiamen, it is unknown who spoke first.

"We are just farmers who have just put down our hoes. It is already the limit to defend this small castle. If we go out... we will die! If we go out, we will die!"

"Yeah! Why do you want to go out! If you don't go out, you won't die!"

"Don't we still have a hero? The hero is very powerful! He can kill so many Englishmen by himself, and he must be able to kill all these robbers, right?"

"Yes! We have heroes!"

"Hero! Come on, hero!"

"God bless you! Hero!"

As if seeing some light of hope, the militiamen on the top of the city shouted one after another, cheering for the heroes in the distance.

It's just that this scene, in Lao Luo's eyes, only made him want to laugh.

No wonder, no wonder no one has ever passed this hidden character line. Obviously, the previous missions didn't look difficult... Well, it was indeed difficult. The English army with hundreds of people was not something ordinary players could handle. .But who would have thought that the second part of the mission would be more dangerous and terrifying than the hundreds of English troops!

Even if they can defeat god-like enemies, who can defeat pig-like teammates?

"It's over, it's over..."

Lao Luo at the top of the city looked at the burning fires in the village and closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that this hidden mission line was not so easy to fight, he knew that these militiamen who had only been trained for a few days could not be reliable, he knew that the master could not solve everything, he knew, Joan of Arc's quest line...

"Wait! Where is Joan!"

Looking back at the militiamen around him, Lao Luo felt his scalp tingle instantly.

Just now he was too busy caring about those robbers, who would have thought that Joan of Arc would not follow into the castle!

"Who of you knows where Joan is! Quick! Tell me!"

"Joan, Joan is in the chapel!"

Some militiamen answered quickly.

"It was she who told us of the raid! It was she who rang the bell!"

"Varied……"

Lao Luo on the top of the city stared at the small church standing outside the castle, dumbfounded.

In his sight, two groups of horse-riding robbers had already attacked in the direction of the chapel.

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In the open space outside the chapel, Joan of Arc was waving a wooden stick to resist the attacks of those robbers.

She came out in a hurry and didn't have time to go to the small castle to get the weapon. The wooden stick in her hand was still broken from the chair in the church -- but the wooden stick that was less than two feet away was facing sharp swords and guns. spear.

The swung wooden stick smashed away the sharp sword, but the two spears pierced obliquely left two bloodstains on her body.

"Don't kill her! Keep her alive!"

There were robbers yelling loudly outside.

"This bitch is pretty! Leave it to the boss!"

"Okay!"

"That's how it should be!"

"Why don't we have fun first!"

The robbers started arguing one after another, and those obscenities were simply unsightly, but what made Joan even more humiliated was that the reason why she survived until now was precisely because these robbers wanted to capture her alive.

Whether it's the difference in numbers or the difference in weapons, it's too huge. Facing a dozen robbers who are fully armed and even wearing armor, she can't do anything with just a wooden stick.

It's not that she has never thought of rushing to kill bravely, but when she rushed up, the robbers would back away, and then a wall of gun blades stood in front of her, and the robbers' playful smiles were like Waiting for her to hit the spearhead by herself—of course she would not be so stupid as to hit the spearhead, her instinct to avoid danger made her push away quickly, but at this time, the robbers would push back and continue to attack her. One wound after another was drawn on his body.

This is how hunters hunt ferocious beasts. Smart hunters will not confront ferocious beasts head-on. Instead, they will form a circle, constantly consuming the ferocious beasts' energy until they completely lose any ability to resist.

This reminded Joan of Arc when she was young, or in other words, a few years ago.

At that time, she had just received the blessing of the angel, and just realized that she had the power of a body. When the robbers came in, she rushed up like those soldiers—she had strength, and she knew what to do. Fighting, she felt she could do it.

Indeed, she did it, and the heads of the robbers who were attacked by her were smashed, but immediately after, more robbers surrounded her, set up sharp spears, and oppressed her little by little. her mobile space.

That was perhaps the moment she was closest to death, even if she had the power of angel blessing, even if she could kill one or two robbers, more robbers rushed up.

If her father hadn't rushed over with reinforcements from nearby lords, she might really have died that day.

And now, the nightmare once again came.

Compared with her young self, after a few years, she has indeed become stronger, but the robbers in front of her are no longer those robbers of the past—compared to those robbers who only held weapons, These robbers in front of them not only have solid armor, but also have strong soldiers and horses, and are skilled in martial arts. This is obviously armed only after they have the support of certain forces. These robbers are even comparable to the regular army!

The only thing that can be thankful is that the number of robbers is not as many as imagined.

As long as there are reinforcements... No, even if it's just the militiamen who come to help, she can get a moment of respite, and then under the internal and external attacks, she may not be able to keep all these robbers here!

It's just... where are the reinforcements?

What about the militia?

"help me!"

Joan turned her head and looked in the direction of the small castle not far away.

She saw the militiamen, and she saw her father.

I also saw the grief and helplessness on my father's face.

"what……"

Jeanne sighed.

She already understood everything.

Father couldn't send troops, because the militiamen no longer obeyed the command, and the militiamen were unwilling to go out to fight, just because the robbers' rampage had not yet ended-this was Domremy's long-standing habit, and everyone used the fastest She quickly hid in the castle, and then closed the gate, waiting for the robbers who had finished wreaking havoc to leave by themselves, but this time something happened and she was left outside.

For her, will those militiamen be able to fight?

the answer is negative.

The more than 50 militiamen are already the last fighting strength of the village. With these more than 50 people, the village can still maintain the most basic stability-if you choose to divide the army to save her alone, then the little girl who has lost the protection of the armed forces The castle will soon be breached.

You must know that although the robbers are not good at attacking the city, this small castle is not very strong. If you really want to break it, you only need to set up two ladders.

Either come out to save people, or guard the village. Obviously, the militiamen have made a choice.

And now, it was her turn to make a choice.

"Ho..."

Joan of Arc, who retreated to the chapel, was leaning on a wooden stick, and her thin robe had already been stained red with blood.