I threw away the slashing sword, turned back to the back of the saddle and looked for the secondary sword hanging there, and groped for a long time, when a soldier who was supposed to be the other side screamed frantically and stabbed with a spear.

In a hurry, I pulled the reins tightly, and the horse raised its neck in pain, just to block the fatal blow, and was fiercely submerged by the sharp spear tip into the chest, and at the moment when the mount fell, I jumped from the horse's back, and I didn't care to find any weapon to choke the opponent's neck, and the enemy in the panic also grabbed my neck with his backhand, and both of them used their strength to feed, and the eye bubbles were swollen and about to burst.

At this moment, I have lost most of my consciousness, because of the lack of oxygen and my eyes are full of Venus, and I only think that I must not let go, but my strength is like a leaky ball, running away quickly along the gap that I can't find little by little.

With what little consciousness I had left, I struggled to control my trembling arm, fumbling for the other's protruding laryngeal bone, and digging the last of my strength into my fingers.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the throat that was about to suffocate suddenly loosened, and the disgusting air broke through the barrier and rushed straight to the atrophied alveoli, making a hoarse and obscure moan, and I opened my mouth to swallow the hard-won air, as if I had no chance to enjoy life again, and finally I couldn't help the exhaustion that came up from the depths of my soul, and fell softly into the mud.

I must have been lying for a century, my consciousness and senses gradually filling my body, and I listened to the roar of weapons colliding in my ears, the painful screams of human dying beings, and the crisp sound of splashing blood falling into the muddy water, and I remembered that I was still on the battlefield of fierce battle.

I struggled to remove myself from the mud, scraped the fishy dirty water from my eyelashes, picked up a mace with a severed limb nearby, and staggered past after a little observation.

"Rollo, Rollo!"

In a panic, I shouted around, feeling that he should not be far from me, and sure enough, after a while, the sound of horses' hooves arrived, and Rollo led a few attendants to surround me in the middle, and the former gave up his mount and said, "Sir, get on your horse quickly!" ”

With his help, I climbed onto the horse, and my vision suddenly opened up, and although the battle continued to heat up, Nijmegen's surprise attack from behind clearly took the initiative, and the completely unexpected Lorraine fought hard, but slowly fell behind.

A few of the enemy's attendants had just torn off the yellow-on-yellow red twill battle flag and threw it away, and the panicked movements happened to be caught in my eyes.

"There it is!"

I shouted excitedly, my voice almost torn: "God forbid, it must be the Duke of Dietrich, he wants to escape, rush over immediately, kill!" ”

Concentrate almost a dozen people, in the battlefield where they fight each other, it can be regarded as having a certain striking ability, in fact, the Lorraine people who want to run away, but a few knights and squires like frightened birds, they understand that they will only be captured, so they cover up the important people to protect, in a vain attempt to take advantage of the opportunity when no one is paying attention, but the self-righteous enemy made the big mistake of covering his ears and stealing the bell, and the battle is fought at such a time without taking care of each other, deliberately tearing off the flag and breaking through in groups, Who else but Duke Dietrich.

"Haha!"

I jerked my horse's buttocks, and the beast screamed in anger, but I didn't see it fast, and I waded through the muddy water and corpses strewn all over the ground, and let five or six knights without mounts pull their heads and catch up with the Duke Dietrich's guards before us, and cut them down without saying a word.

"You copy it from there, don't let the girl run away!"

I slammed the handle of my hammer into Rollo's back, and the splattering stars sprayed him in the face, and before he could reply, he led the men to the flank of the Lorraine.

When I came back to my senses, I aimed at a knight wearing an iron bucket helmet with teeth and claws, and chiseled from behind with horsepower, and wedged the seemingly sturdy iron helmet into a conical opening like an open can, and the other party covered his head and twisted his body into a coiled green snake in pain, but he couldn't cover the gushing blood and brains, and finally arched under the horse's hooves and didn't move.

Apparently not ashamed of my despicable deeds, I continued to look for unsuspecting enemies, and overthrew two or three Lorraine knights in a row who were preoccupied with their opponents.

With my brave charge, Nijmegen suppressed the enemy's resistance and cut off their retreat, and as people came and went, I met a pair of cold and hateful eyes, its owner hiding behind two heavily armed knights, staring viciously at the culprit who had no way out, and whose signature curly beard revealed the identity of the man, Dietrich, Duke of Lorraine!

"Lord Duke! I am Randy of Nijmegen, and it is with great regret to inform you that you are surrounded and have no choice but to surrender with dignity. ”

I swallowed and spat and wanted to continue talking nonsense, the Duke of Dietrich on the other side waved his hand impatiently, pushed away the knight who was blocking him, and the whole person stood up generously, although as his enemy, I would like to take a crossbow and finish the matter with an arrow nearby, but in this embattled moment of embarrassment, and the courage to show his face in a dignified manner, this courage alone is enough to make people awe-inspired.

"Master Randy, long time no see."

The Duke of Lorraine took two steps forward and reined in his horse, just right for everyone to see his face clearly, and not to be exposed to the range of the archers, as if he was the victor who controlled the situation, I have to say that this famous villain character does not have that kind of black and white face-painted image, just from the appearance and temperament, he must definitely appear more upright and majestic, on the other hand, I am the clown with a white nose, at least not a positive character.

The Duke of Dietrich had the typical golden eyes of the Franks, thin lips like two willow leaves, and many wrinkles on the corners of the eyes and chin, showing the passing years and frosts, you can imagine how handsome and rich the young Duke would be.

"Lay down your arms, Lord Duke, and I swear in the name of God that I will treat you as equal to your noble position, protect your honour and property, and send your own guards to escort you to His Majesty's palace of the Emperor for trial, where you will be given a fair trial and pay the price for your crimes." I threw the mace to the squire and kindly extended my right hand as a sign of unhostile sincerity.

"Crime? Is that sanctimonious puppet emperor in control of my fate? ”

The Duke of Lorraine pursed his lips disdainfully, as if he had heard something unbelievably strange: "Lord Randy, you should know better than me, once you put down your weapon and take it, what will happen to you, this is like an arrow shot from a bow, either hitting the target or piercing into the dirt, there is no possibility of starting over, please don't think too naïve." ”

"Damn! Do you think of this as a stage for your own juggling? ”

I almost crushed my steel teeth with hatred, but I still had a frightened childish expression on my face, and the performance in front of everyone was very torturous:

"Lord Duke, since you have resolutely chosen to stand aside with the rebels and thieves who have betrayed the Empire, you should have expected that there would be a day when you would be judged justly, and God would favor only the truly pious, please trust my assurance, that Nijmegen will defend the dignity and glory you deserve with all your might, and unless His Holiness the Pope excommunicates you, this oath will always be witnessed and supervised by God until the end of your life."

Duke Dietrich squinted, and there was a terrifying glint in the depths of his eyes that he could not see, as if he could easily penetrate what others knew and thought.

I saw that he calmly took off the iron gloves woven by the chain mail, revealing his trimmed white fingers, and his focused expression was very calm, as if all the life and death around him had nothing to do with him, he reached into his waist and groped, and then took out a small silver bottle with elaborate decoration, and before everyone could react, he pushed open the fastened stopper and sent it to his mouth, and tilted his neck to pour the contents inside.

"Don't, sir!" The knight behind him sensed the anomaly, and screamed and snatched the small silver bottle from his master's hand, but it was too late.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Randy, please forgive me for choosing such an unseemly means to end my life, but you'll never be able to catch me, hahahaha......"

The Duke of Lorraine slowly felt the poison slip into his esophagus, and then flow down the blood throughout his body, trying to maintain his pride until the end of his life.

"Randy, I know you too well with your troops, and I have always been vigilant on the flanks and behind all this way, but I didn't expect you to turn around and attack the infantry who are far behind, and when I got the news, I realized that destroying the Nijmegen army that was blocking me in front of me was the only way to turn the situation around...... Those damn car formations, who sacrificed so many knights, couldn't break through...... The pockets of the car were full of sand, and it wouldn't burn out even if I set it on fire, and I almost despaired, knowing that it was over. ”

Perhaps the poison was beginning to invade his bloodstream, and the Duke of Dietrich chattered without saying a word, but still refused to be supported by his knights.

"God's arrangement is ridiculous, you were originally a knight under the command of the Count of Ardennes, old Charles is dead, old Herman is dead, Otto of Carinthia is also dead, no one can stop you from ascending to the top of power, watch your back, knight, running too fast will expose your weakness to the enemy."

The Duke of Lorraine, staggering on horseback, talking incoherently, his face turned purple, suddenly pushed away the knight who was holding him, and concentrated what little reason he had left glared at me, and shouted hysterically:

"Behold, Randy, my faithful knights have not yet renounced their oath, and I have only one request, Randy, promise me, for God's sake, to forgive these knights, for I know you have never kept a captive...... Please spare them, my last ...... Request ......"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the Duke of Dietrich stiffened his neck like a proud rooster showing off his beautiful feathers, and then fell straight down his horse.

"My soul is silent and waits for the Lord, through whom my salvation comes: for the penalty for sin is death, but the gift of the Lord is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord."

I bowed my head and silently prayed for the dead duke, praying with the only Bible passages I knew, but in my heart I laughed at the fate of playing with life, the world's recognized harlequin left with an innate bearing and glory, while the sanctimonious gentleman often lived shamelessly, I really don't know if God likes to watch plays, or if humans are animals who are born to play stupid.

I was interrupted by an exclamation from the sound around me, and several knights who followed Duke Dietrich knelt on one knee around the corpse of the prince, raised their long swords to the chin position, and lowered their heads as if in silent mourning, but the blood flowing from the sword was a vivid reminder to outsiders that these noble knights chose to judge themselves and use their lives to fulfill the oath of allegiance they had made, and the whole process was so painful, but none of them groaned!

"Rest in peace! The soul will eventually return to the heavenly kingdom of the Lord. ”

I drew a cross on my chest and took the lead in bowing to the knight, who had remained in a solemn kneeling posture until death, putting aside the opposition between friend and foe, and paying homage to the indomitable soul only from the perspective of the touched, who made me understand once again the complex of contradictions of the knight.

Half angel, half devil!

Carrying the sword of righteousness......

Do some hooligan stuff too......

(End of chapter)

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