【2-in-1 Chapter】

Chapter 225 [Your Name?]

The three of them were deliberating, and suddenly not far from the camp of the mercenary group, a group of soldiers came in formation, led by one of them, dressed in clothes that clearly distinguished him from the others, wearing a round cloak, with a wide belt around his waist, and a sword hanging from his belt.

On top of that, this guy also wears a pointed round top hat with a white feather stuck in it.

This look is typical of the dress of a noble person in the style of medieval France. Based on the fact that the base camp of the Norman family is in France, the French color in the Norman legion is very strong.

The arrival of this group seems to have caused a commotion in the mercenary group immediately.

The guy with the white feather in his hat proudly took out a parchment scroll and unfolded it, coughed twice vigorously, and began to read it aloud.

There were many mercenaries around him who tried to surround him, but were violently pushed away by the soldiers around him, and never let people get within two meters of the guy.

This is where the gap comes in.

The soldiers were clearly regular Norman legionnaires, wearing cuirasses lined with linen robes, and better armoured, some carrying long-handled axes, though most were armed with swords and shields.

In contrast, it seems that the men of the mercenary group around them are simply a group of rabble.

Chen Xiaolian and the three of them immediately got up and rushed over with the flow of people.

The guy who read it out loud had almost finished reading the parchment.

Finally he handed the parchment to an officer-like man beside him, and swept the crowd with a scrutinizing gaze - the guy covered his nose with his hand, as if he was unhappy with the terrible smell of the mercenary camp.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xiaolian casually asked a strange mercenary beside him.

This mercenary only has one eye and a leather eye cover on his face, which looks a bit tough, but Chen Xiaolian's question was not answered. Instead, he glanced back at him, his gaze was cold, and turned away.

"He's a mute. ”

A spy voice came from behind him, and when Chen Xiaolian turned around, he saw a thin guy with thin yellow hair. He has a large head, a thin neck, and a somewhat slender body. However, it has a big nose typical of French people.

"You are?"

"Locket, from Nantes. But you don't have to remember my name, everyone calls me Big Head. The big head grinned, "What about you?"

"I ...... My name is Little Face. From ......"

"Your hair is like those pagans. The big head stared at Chen Xiaolian twice: "But your French is very standard." You're not a fugitive, are you? I've never seen a freeman of your skin and hair color. ”

Chen Xiaolian immediately stared at this big head vigilantly.

"Alright, don't stress buddy. The big head laughed: "There are all kinds of people in the mercenary group, as well as fugitives and robbers." I just know a guy who is wanted by six different lords. ”

After a pause, he looked at Chen Xiaolian with his big head: "Your nickname is Xiaomian? But your face is quite small. It's kind of like my nickname. ”

Chen Xiaolian was noncommittal, it was obvious that this was a self-cooked guy. He asked, "May I ask, what did that guy say?"

"Oh, he's Taylor, a knight of the squire at the side of Lord Duke Norman. We should call him sir, and if we call him by name, we will be whipped. The big head lowered his voice and pointed at the guy with the feather in his hat. He continued: "He has come to give orders. The Duke is going to gather a volunteer team of people, probably some kind of combat mission. The conditions offered are not bad. You can keep all the loot without handing it in. I think a lot of people are tempted. ”

Chen Xiaolian's heart moved, and he looked at the big head: "Oh, are you tempted?"

"Me?" the big head laughed self-deprecatingly, "I don't have that much ability." Man, we are mercenaries, and generally speaking, the higher the conditions offered by Lord Duke, the more dangerous the battle. My skills are very ordinary. I just came to the war to make a little money, and I just want to follow everyone behind. I didn't really want to kill myself. ”

After a pause, his big head approached Chen Xiaolian, and he lowered his voice and said, "By the way, if you have any needs here." Can you find me...... I mean, I can get some good stuff. Like what...... Wine, and some meat and other things. I also know a chaplain who was attached to the army, and if you are a devout believer, I can ask him to come and do a prayer for you the night before the battle, of course...... You know the clergy are very busy, so ......"

As he spoke, the guy embarrassedly stretched out a few fingers and made a gesture.

Obviously, Chen Xiaolian immediately understood this gesture.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to look for you if you need it. Chen Xiaolian patted this guy on the shoulder, then turned his head to look at the tire and spare tire, and glanced at the two.

Both read it.

So the three of them squeezed forward in the crowd, and the muscular man with the tire opened the way, and soon crashed into the others and squeezed to the front.

"Stand back!!"

A Norman legion soldier threatened Chen Xiaolian and the others with a long-handled axe.

"We sign up. Chen Xiaolian took the initiative to take a step back, but stared at the guy named Taylor Buddha and shouted loudly.

Taylor Buddha also saw Chen Xiaolian, but Chen Xiaolian's stature was short and inconspicuous, but it was the tires around him that made Taylor Fo's eyes light up.

"Let them come. Taylor Fer waved his hand.

Chen Xiaolian glanced at the soldier and saw that the other party had loosened the axe and walked two steps.

"You should salute the knight!" a soldier reminded in a loud voice.

Chen Xiaolian sighed and had to bend down.

"Are you mercenaries, where did you come from? Tatars?"

Chen Xiaolian didn't speak.

"Well, I'm not interested in who you are. However, the Duke said that anyone who is willing to sign up can enjoy a good meal, and there is a hot bath to take a shower. You're in luck. After a pause, Taylor Buddha frowned a little, looked at Chen Xiaolian, and then looked at the spare tire: "But we don't want everyone." ”

"I'm good at fighting. Chen Xiaolian remained silent. Steady answer.

"......" Taylor Ford was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Not only him, but the soldiers around him, as well as the other mercenaries, also laughed wildly.

Chen Xiaolian's height is only 1.7 meters, and the typical yellow body is naturally thin in the eyes of Caucasians.

Even the big head. They all look a little tougher than him.

"Can you fight, I'll try you later, and I'll talk about it after the selection. If you can really fight, I'll let you be my squire. Taylor Buddha glanced at Chen Xiaolian very arrogantly, but when he looked at the tire, his eyes were much more satisfied: "This is not bad." ”

Although the reward is very high, as the big head said before, many old fritters in the mercenaries know that the better the conditions. The more dangerous the task.

So the number of people who signed up was not as large as expected, Taylor Buddha stood here for more than twenty minutes, and there were less than a hundred people in total.

This number obviously made Taylor Fer a little dissatisfied.

"Hell...... I need at least one hundred and fifty people, it's too few. Taylor Buddha muttered under his breath.

But he couldn't help it...... His master, Duke William himself, simply couldn't come up with any more money now.

This guy's method of winning over the Allies is to make empty promises. The land of England, which had not yet been conquered, was a condition of reward.

This is almost the method of the white wolf with empty gloves.

The Norman legions that maintained their own house had already cost the Duke a lot of money.

What's more, the army crossed the sea to invade England, and paid a lot of money to those Italian pirates, otherwise they would not have been allowed to swim across the sea.

Taylor Fer can't help it. had to leave sullenly with these 100 people.

Chen Xiaolian and the three of them left together and were taken to the central area directly behind the wooden village.

This was apparently the place where the Norman regiments were stationed. The tents and order here seem much better.

On a hillside, apparently the manager's tent. It just looks a little bigger.

The soldiers who were obviously much better equipped were in stark contrast to the guys of the mercenary group.

Chen Xiaolian had seen a lot of such armor and weapons in the exhibition hall of the Tower of London before.

"Alright, now for the selection. I don't want it if my strength is too poor. ”

Taylor Buddha seemed a little listless, and he pointed at Chen Xiaolian casually: "You! Didn't you say you're very good at fighting? Then try it, and if you lie, I'll have someone whip you and throw you out. ”

Chen Xiaolian grinned.

He walked out unceremoniously and stood in the clearing.

"Who wants to try with him? Whoever beats this Tatar. I gave him a leg of mutton. Taylor Buddha exclaimed.

A leg of lamb is obviously not small, and it is ...... Compared to the deterrent effect that Chen Xiaolian showed in appearance, this danger is too insignificant to mention - if it were replaced by tires, it might make people think about it.

Before Taylor Buddha's words fell, he saw a mercenary about the same height as Chen Xiaolian jump out - although he was about the same height, this guy looked much stronger.

"Come on, boy! you're my lunch !!" the guy grinned, his teeth mottled and missing - after all, this was the Middle Ages, and you had a tooth knocked out in battle, but no dentist gave you dentures.

As for the gold teeth used by nobles, ordinary people can't afford them.

The tire spare tire couldn't help laughing, and the two of them took two steps back with their arms in their arms.

What are you kidding, Chen Xiaolian, who has been strengthened physically, has at least B+ level strength, and it is no problem to put down an elephant with his bare hands!

It may not be possible to deal with that kind of top master, but if you put it in the pile of ordinary people, it is the template of the peerless general!

"I need a weapon. Chen Xiaolian suddenly said loudly.

Although he has a sword in the stone, that sword is not suitable for taking it out here.

"Hell, don't you have a weapon yourself, how did you get in and be a mercenary without a weapon?" ”

What was thrown to Chen Xiaolian was an extremely shoddy axe.

The blade of the axe is not made of metal, but of stone.

It's just a wooden stick tied to it.

Chen Xiaolian didn't care, and weighed it in his hand.

"Boy, are you ready!!" the mercenary opponent seemed impatient, and jumped anxiously, holding a short-handled axe in his hand - at least metallic.

"Okay. So...... Let's go. ”

Taylor Yawn in boredom, believing that the fight was no longer in suspense......

However, just as he opened his mouth and yawned, the expression on his face suddenly felt as if he had been punched hard!!

The mercenary rushed at the Tartar Boy with his axe, and the next moment ......

Rumble!!

A figure flew straight out, even over the top of Taylor's head!

After this guy landed. He lay on the ground and wailed, struggling but not getting up.

Taylor's eyes widened and he looked at the tartar boy in front of him in surprise.

"You ......"

"Do you need to try again?" Chen Xiaolian casually slammed his long-handled axe on the ground.

Taylor Buddha was stunned for a moment, his eyes had already changed a little, he turned his head sideways, and whispered to a soldier beside him, "You go and try him...... Two people go on it together. ”

The two soldiers took off their helmets and walked up, one on the left and one on the right, surrounding Chen Xiaolian.

Both men had swords in their hands, and one of them was holding a shield.

Taylor Buddha bred up his spirits and stared at the tartar boy carefully......

......

"I think. The location of the decisive battle can be selected in ......"

In the big tent, a young man dressed in aristocratic clothes was foaming at the mouth and saying something loudly.

The ventilation in the tent was very poor, and there was a smell of animal skins.

However, for these nobles, they don't seem to care too much about this.

And sitting on it, a guy with a beard, wearing a red robe, has a very strong appearance, but listens carefully. I didn't care about the spitting that came out of this guy's mouth from time to time.

But at this time......

Rumble!!

The big tent was near the door, and suddenly something smashed in. Smash the door of the tent into a big chunk!

The seven or eight generals in the tent suddenly jumped up, brushed a few times, and several of them had already drawn their swords, rushed to the bearded guy, and shouted loudly: "Protect the king!!!"

"What's going on!!"

"Guards !!"

When everyone saw it, they found this guy smashed in from the mouth of the tent. A soldier in the uniform of the Norman Legion!

The bearded man snorted, stood up and walked down, gently pushed away the officers and generals who drew their swords to protect him, and said lightly: "Don't panic! This is our camp! I don't think anyone can assassinate me surrounded by my warriors!"

The bearded man led the way out of the tent, and the rest followed.

......

Just a few meters outside the tent down the hill. Chen Xiaolian stood there, and there were seven or eight soldiers in front of him who had already drawn their swords and raised their shields, and surrounded him with fierce eyes.

Chen Xiaolian frowned, but he didn't react, just turned his head to look at Taylor Buddha.

"Lord Knight, is this the reward for victory?"

Taylor Buddha was already stunned.

He was already able to accept that this Tatar might be able to fight...... But I didn't expect him to be able to hit this kind of Cheng dù!

Two heavily armed soldiers, who are also their own personal guards, are very good, but they were killed with just a photo!

The one with the shield was lightly struck by the Tatar, and his body was like a straw tie, and even the man flew out with the shield.

And the soldier with the sword was grabbed by the other party, and even the person with the sword was directly pulled out!

Oh my God! That's a man!!

Not a rabbit!!

When the soldier was thrown out directly and fell into the boss's tent, Taylor finally reacted.

The soldiers in charge of guarding the big tent had already rushed out and surrounded Chen Xiaolian in the middle, and as long as Taylor Buddha made a slight gesture at this time, they planned to rush up and dissect the Tatar into pieces.

"Wait a minute!!Don't do it!!"

Taylor Buddha suddenly came to his senses, his eyes shone with excitement, and he jumped up with a roar, his hat was crooked, and the white feather didn't know where it had fallen, but the guy rushed out.

"Don't hurt him!Don't do it!!"

Taylor Fer's eyes lit up.

At this time, he heard a familiar and majestic voice: "Taylor, please explain, why did a soldier fly into my tent?"

When Taylor Buddha turned around, he saw the red-robed and bearded man standing at the entrance of the tent, and his face turned pale, and he quickly bent down.

"Duke, Lord Duke!"

The soldiers below turned around and bent over the tents on the slope.

Taylor Buddha crawled up with a rolling belt, came to the bearded man's side, whispered a few words, and pointed at Chen Xiaolian again.

The bearded eyes also changed a little.

He strode down suddenly.

He just walked directly in front of Chen Xiaolian and looked at this Tatar who didn't look strong.

"How old are you?"

“...... Eighteen years old. ”

"Do you know who I am?" the beard frowned.

Only then did Chen Xiaolian bend down: "Lord Duke." ”

This bearded man is undoubtedly the ancestor of Xianyin, the founding monarch who founded the Norman dynasty, William I!

"I heard that you are very good at fighting and defeated three people?"

"Yes. Chen Xiaolian raised his head.

William looked back at the tent, roughly estimating the distance: "How far is it from the tent?"

"There is ......" Taylor Buddha was covered in cold sweat, and quickly ran down, and said loudly: "Lord Duke, there are about fifteen steps. ”

"Fifteen steps? It is not a small force to be able to throw a person fifteen steps away. William smiled, his eyes seemed very happy: "I have seen the best warrior, I'm afraid I can't do this." ”

He looked at Chen Xiaolian happily: "Sue me by your name, Tatar!"

“...... I'm not a Tatar. Chen Xiaolian frowned.

"Oh, then tell me where you are from and what your name is. William didn't care.

Taylor Buddha's eyes immediately moved, and he quickly lost a look at Chen Xiaolian: "Don't say it quickly, Lord Duke, this is to reward you, you are lucky boy!"

“...... I ......" Chen Xiaolian thought for a while: "Lord Duke, I am from the far east, and the name of my hometown is ......

Demacia.

My name is Galen. ”

William laughed: "Okay! Galen from Demacia! From now on, you are not a mercenary! You can enter the Norman legion! If you are good in battle, I don't mind giving you the title of knight after the battle! I am the king of England, and this is the right of God!"

The tire and the spare tire stood in the distance, the spare tire pulled the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Boss...... Galen of Demacia, the name of the regimental commander is also too ...... By the way, are we going to make up a fake name too?

Why don't I call Jiawen and you call Zhao Xin?"

"you're the Chrysanthemum Letter!"

"Hey, we're brothers, and my mom is your mom. ”

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...... (To be continued......)