It was an unfortunate night, the Normans and the Imperial prisoners of war were all cursing in their stomachs and cursing the cooking squad preparing food, and the Legion Commander had already ordered the arrest of all the cooks and support staff, except for Lorraine, who knew that there must be something wrong with him, no matter how stupid he was. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sirens sounded throughout the camp, but unfortunately not many people responded, except for the three musket squads who were still on duty and the three priests in the medical class, who were all plagued by poor quality food and had to face the unfortunate situation of severe diarrhea. It was already the second half of the night, but not many people recovered, and a small group of soldiers who rushed to the prisoner of war camp unexpectedly found a large stream of blood, but did not find the body, most of the prisoners of war were not missing, and the detailed number could not be counted at present, and for a while the officers were full of confusion, and everyone was confused, and they couldn't figure out whether the other party had escaped or done something else, until there was a ghost crying wolf cry from the direction of the armory.

"What's that?" The barely recovered regiment commander looked at the sudden firelight in the distance and asked the people around him blankly, and soon several blue balls of light flew out and seemed to hit something, and the howl was instantly silent, and the staff officer next to him pointed there, "It's magic!" There are enemies in the armory! "Organize your hands now! We can't afford the enemy to take away the armory! ”

When the moonlight fell on the ground again, the wide road in front of the armory was covered with the corpses of the Normans, the houses next to them were burning to prevent the enemy from attacking directly from other directions, and at first there were only sporadic rifle shots at the unlucky unlucky ones, and as the extremely corrupt Normans began to slaughter prisoners of war, the ordinary soldiers of the Seventh Legion finally made a wise choice: they tied up a certain commander and ran to the armory to prove their loyalty. Before the last remaining senior officer could say a word, he was forked out by Lieutenant Colonel Kalinin, and the Normans were sent to the platoon gun hanging point.

Lorraine marked the other party as ruthless and strong enough, and it was safer for me to be obedient and obedient, and obediently listened to the other party's arrangement to help the Imperial soldiers recover their health. With the addition of the new forces and the gradual recovery of energy, the armory side has slowly changed from point fire to platoon guns, and the only three remaining squads in the hands of the Norman Legion Commander have unfortunately shrunk to half a squad, but fortunately, the Norman army that has recovered with the help of potions and magic is also increasing, and the battle on both sides has become more and more intense, gradually evolving into the second battle of Fontainebleau.

Holding out until the afternoon of the next day, the remnants of the Seventh Army finally recovered, and the troops, which temporarily numbered about 2,000 men, began to break through. Lorraine also saw for the first time what was called the battlefield of the Age of Muskets - swords, spears, and muskets were scattered all over the ground, the corpses of soldiers of different races and armies were strewn all over the land, all the places where they had worked and visited were dyed red, and the demonic flames engulfed everything everywhere, smoke and blood everywhere. Touching the old Norman helmet on his head, the attack spells stored in the tattoo had been depleted, and he had to transform into a medic to heal the wounded or carry the hapless ones off the front line, considering that there was neither a doctor nor a healing priest here, Lorraine became the only healer in the entire Seventh Legion!

Wash the soldier's wound with the water that was made, and hastily tie the bandage, "Thank you, Sergeant Lorraine!" "Don't worry, don't get hurt again, we're short of medical supplies." Suddenly I heard a rumbling sound, and when I turned my head, I saw Lieutenant Colonel Kalinin and the war group start to attack the opponent's only support point again, and Goliath's only few remaining battle priests had to retreat after releasing a few auxiliary spells in front of them, they had been fighting for too long and had no physical strength and magic skills.

An orange fireball flew out of the window on the third floor, and even if the veterans who had been ready for a long time in the next second fired a shocking volley of guns and killed the bold mage, they couldn't stop the fireball from smashing into the rear of the assault team, and the rubble in the sky was accompanied by flames and the limbs of the soldiers were sprinkled around, and the soldiers of the two armies in the battle hurriedly got out of the way, and only the unlucky ones fell to the ground and let out a terrible howl.

Lieutenant Colonel Kalinin rushed through the blockade of the other side as soon as possible, and after letting the muskets who opened the door, rush forward and chop the brave Norman soldiers to pieces, it seemed that this assault would be successful.

The desperate legion commander covered his abdomen and watched as the strong man of the Imperial Army quickly eliminated the surviving soldiers and officers with superb combat skills, and the only mage who could stop him had just been beaten into a hornet's nest by the window, he couldn't understand that at least two thousand troops here had lost to a group of captives! In fact, Loya added gadgets to the cooking, which caused more non-combat attrition than expected, and the priests and healing potions of the Norman army really couldn't cope with so many patients, so that the Norman army that arrived one after another added up to less than a thousand, which was really unlucky.

"Surrender, sir." The staff officer next to him whispered, the young man's face turned pale, the sweat on his head kept dripping on the floor, he looked very scared, maybe he really had no hope, but ...... "Don't say stupid things!" The only remaining priest suddenly spoke, and everyone who heard him bowed their heads, this was the most stern black-clad priest in the army. The black-clothed priest who directly belongs to the emperor and the **** god Kane has always been one and the same, and he is particularly brainless, sticking to the emperor's instructions and the teachings of the gods, and the execution is enough to make people feel ashamed, but many times because he insists too much on his own opinions, he is not welcomed, and then his brain is short-circuited, and the other party is shot and destroyed, which is also very likely, for example, now!

"You pigs, who have been favored by the Emperor and paid attention to by the Great God of Kane, actually want to surrender! Do you want to tarnish your honor and disgrace everyone!? The black-clothed priest yelled, and the young staff officer wiped his sweat and stood up under tremendous pressure, "But Lord Falmon, we are about to lose here, and we ...... surrender in order to save our lives" Before he finished speaking, the staff officer looked at the other party with a ghostly look on his face, and took out his pistol, "You coward!" You will die of shame! On behalf of the Emperor and the Great God, I sentence you to death! "You can't do that! You're going to kill everyone! The regiment commander shouted decisively, and then you and I shouted at each other, and everyone drew their pistols and pointed at each other, and the result was that someone accidentally shot and misfired, and in an instant, the gunshots in the room rang out......

When Lieutenant Colonel Kalinin cautiously kicked open the door and threw the seriously wounded prisoner in his hand in, he did not hear any response, and made a gesture, and immediately a commando rushed up to find that there was no one alive, and the black-clad priest Falmont's entire head was shattered to pieces, and the regimental commander was shot several times and bled to death. "Lieutenant Colonel, what if no one survives?" The iron-clad lieutenant colonel inspected and said, "Clean up the battlefield and take away their regimental flags, and I'll only give you five minutes if it's fast." After speaking, he took out the prepared signal flag and waved it outside the window, waiting for the others to arrive.

"It's been a long day." Lorraine stood in the former command building, looking at the Norman soldiers who were dispersing in the distance, with an indescribable exhaustion, from rescuing Lieutenant Colonel Kalinin to conquering the command post, they contained a total of more than 2,100 soldiers of the Seventh Legion, but unfortunately not one of the middle and high-level officers, now all of them are commanded by lieutenant colonels and Goliath high-ranking priests, and they are directly promoted from the original private to lieutenant, this line of fire promotion only works at this time, and they have to be reviewed by the military department when they return to the rear.

According to the officers' preliminary understanding of the current situation, there are currently less than 1,400 people who can still fight, thanks to Lorraine's frenzied production of water and primary healing potions, and the first aid operation was barely rescued, and from the information obtained from the outpost, it has been discovered that the Norman Alliance White Wolf Legion stationed in Fontainebleau is moving troops, and the forward is almost at the prisoner of war camp, and the Pirlofa side has also sent a wing of infantry to reinforce it.

According to the current situation, it is inevitable that they will not be able to defeat the White Wolf Legion, and they only have a few infantry guns in their hands, and there is no way to repel the wing of Pierlofa in a short time, just when everyone is worried, the lieutenant colonel spoke, "Arrange the evacuation of all parts of the personnel, I will take a small team of people to be the queen of the palace, and we will go to Pierlofa!" "But Lieutenant Colonel, we can't beat that wing at all!" "Don't worry about that, with the Blade of Dawn as a striker, you can survive the death, trust me."

At this time, there is really no other way, although Lorraine still has a few teleportation techniques, but he doesn't know the nearby terrain at all, and there is no standard positioning items, and there is a great possibility of dying from all kinds of unlucky death methods if he uses teleportation techniques rashly, which are all written in the textbooks of later generations, and listening to the guidance of the lieutenant colonel has become Lorraine's only choice, "Anyway, there is such a bull against me, and I don't have to bother." "But can you really break through the Pirlofa United defence safely?