Richmond in early November has snowflakes at its coldest nights and occasional drizzles during the day. Such a cloudy and fluctuating weather makes every foreigner who comes to this land for the first time a little unaccustomed. It doesn't matter, time can make all outlanders, like the locals, get used to living in this weather sooner or later.

Sir Augustine, with a thin face and resolute eyes, sat on the back of his warhorse, which was of Arabian blood, and looked up thoughtfully at the sky where the drizzle was falling silently.

Then, in a calm voice, he said to the quasi-lancer beside him, "You are right, Hughes will not be able to enter heaven if he is held guilty. However, just because a burnt bonfire is not the person we were looking for last night. ”

The quasi-lancer blinked and asked softly, "Captain, what do you mean......"

"Have the two of them check if there's any sign near the campfire. If the person who spent the night on the fire is the person we are looking for, it is best to find her immediately. ”

"Yes, Captain."

When Sir gave the order, the two younger would-be lancers turned and dismounted. Wearing a round shield in his left hand and a light spear in his right hand, he came to the campfire and crouched down to carefully observe the various marks on the ground.

At this moment, Isabel's adrenaline in her body, hiding behind the tree, was surging violently, and her expression was so nervous that she kept rubbing the spear in her hand back and forth. The body also tried to cling to the trunk of the tree, listening intently to the movements of this group of "fully armed" ancient men.

When she used all the energy in her brain, it began to speed up, even though she hadn't replenished any energy since she came into the world. On the question of accelerated thinking, there is no doubt about how to deal with the tensions that follow.

From the few words she overheard, she had unmistakably confirmed that these five men on horseback, dressed in ancient armor, and armed with all kinds of cold weapons, had captured her for the self-defense murder last night. After all, she killed one of the serfs of the lord of Nottingham Castle and absconded with the help of a Catholic. At least that's what she thinks.

Then, one of the conclusions after accelerated thinking is to use the spear in the hand and the spear throwing to resist the opponent's capture by force.

Assuming that the other party is just one or two men, she is confident in her self-defense skills. But the opponent was five cold-blooded soldiers or officers in armor and armed with sharp weapons, and she was not at all sure that she would win a complete victory. Even if you draw with the opponent, it is estimated that you will be seriously injured and captured by the opponent.

Unless... Use sneak attack tactics and use hot weapons to kill these five people in a lightning-fast manner. Wait, hot weapons? Isabel was a little surprised by her modern habits.

You must know that this era is the era of Henry VIII of the Kingdom of England, the end of the Middle Ages. In this era, the only hot weapon invented by humans was the revolver rifle invented by the German watchmaker Johann Kiefers.

Before the revolver, it seems that only arquebuses could be counted as firearms. Well, whether it was an arquebus or a revolver, she didn't even know what country these two firearms existed in, how to use them once they were obtained, and so on. Therefore, it is purely fanciful to want to use hot weapons to resolve the current tensions.

The second conclusion is to evacuate here safely. To put it mildly, it is to run away as if throwing away the armor.

She didn't know where to evacuate, and whether she would be able to get food, warm clothing, and weapons. She didn't even know how big the primeval forest was now, and where the various exits of the forest led.

What's more, for fitness purposes, she can run up to six miles a day on the treadmill in a sweat. However, she never considered herself a world flyer-level sprinter or long-distance runner.

If you are not a master runner, how can you not outrun those five strong, energetic horses? What's more, on horseback sat five ancient cavalrymen who were skilled in using spears or swords, looking like crazy murderers.

Can you just tie your hands and beg for mercy on your knees, watching your head cut off with a sword by some ancient murderer? Or before cutting off their heads, five men used humiliating methods on themselves to make their lives worse than death? Or nail yourself to a wooden cross and place it outdoors for people to watch until they die in agony.

No, Isabel would never allow herself to die in such pain. She wants to fight, she wants to fight, she wants to make a final resistance for her right to live. Like her founding father, George Washington, who fought against the ruthless rule of the colonizers, he eventually won the Revolutionary War.

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Soon, two would-be lancers, who were probing and examining the traces, completed the order given by the knight. Coming to Sir he reported, "Captain, we found that there was still warmth from the campfire, the footprints of some women, and the debris left over from the use of knives to cut the branches. ”

Augustine looked at them coldly, nodded and said, "Well, it seems that this woman has just left here, have you noticed which direction this woman escaped from?" ”

One of the would-be lancers replied, "North or northeast." ”

"Get on your horse and go in these two directions at once to continue the search."

"Yes, Captain."

Augustine suddenly said, "Wait, what if this woman doesn't choose to run away, but hides." ”

Then, he gave a second order: "Three people to explore in these two directions, leaving two people to search on foot in the neighborhood." ”

So three would-be lancers rode out in a north-east or north-east direction. Augustine and his subordinate Alex Ferguson remained put, turned over and dismounted, and searched carefully near the campfire with a round shield and a light spear in hand.

Ferguson, the would-be lancer who had spoken to him earlier, looked at Augustine, who was advancing parallel to him and kept a distance of five paces, and said, "Captain, what should we do if we catch this woman?" ”

Augustine looked around keenly and said, "Burn a witch as is customary." ”

"What if this woman wasn't a witch? I mean, a witch wouldn't be stupid enough to kill Ackerman the janitor with a knife. ”

"Well, what do you mean?"

"I mean, if this woman isn't a witch, we might as well have fun first."

"Ferguson, I don't want you to do something as stupid as Janitor Ackerman."

"Really? What was Ackerman going to do before he was killed? ”

While the two were talking, Ferguson had already walked over to the side of the towering tree where Isabel was hiding. As his face was directed at Augustine to talk about sex, Isabel suddenly burst out from behind the tree.

Before Ferguson could react, she raised her spear and stretched it forward, aiming the tip of the spear at her opponent's left eye. Augustine, who was five paces away, was taken aback, and hurriedly ran a few steps away from the two people facing each other, guarding the young woman who had already restrained his subordinates.

Isabel pretended to be calm and said in a calm tone, "Sir, if you still want to live, you'd better not move." ”

Ferguson subconsciously glanced at the tip of the spear in front of him, pouted and said, "No problem, although this is the first time I've heard a woman talk like that." ”