Roland rode a war horse, sipped a little wine, and looked in a good mood. Seeing the smile on Roland's face, Gino, who was patrolling with him, asked curiously: "Uncle Roland, why are you in such a good mood today, is there any happy event?" ”

"Happy event? Of course, there is a happy event. Roland shook the small wine bag and tossed it to Gino. The young man did not expect Roland to throw the wine bag that he usually regarded as a treasure to himself, and hurried to pick it up. Seeing Jino's flustered expression, the culprit smiled proudly: "And it's a good thing worth celebrating, calculate the time, the eldest sister should be here in the past two days, since leaving the storm shamisen, the two of us haven't seen each other for some years." ”

"Big sister?" It's not the first time Gino has heard this word from Roland, but in the past, Roland always refused to say more, no matter how much he asked. Now that he's in such a good mood, maybe he'll be willing to reveal some?

"Is it Uncle Roland's sister?"

Roland sat on his horse and swayed with his horse: "Not really. However, everyone in the group regards her as their biological sister. Yes, my sister. Repeating a certain word, Roland continued, "If it weren't for her, the Storm Sanshle wouldn't be the Storm Sanshle." Without her, perhaps the Storm Shamisen would have dispersed or worsened, becoming one of those unpopular mercenary groups. That would be too bad that the glory of the storm shamisen cannot be tarnished. If that's the case, it's better to disband it in the first place. ”

Gino didn't think a mercenary group needed any glory, and they weren't a knight order. For a war hound like a mercenary group born with war, the best outcome is nothing more than finding a lord to become his personal soldier. However, since Roland values this mercenary group so much, Gino will not directly express his doubts by killing himself. The young knight pondered and chose a more secure question.

"I've heard the name of the Storm Shamisen before, but I never know its origin, Uncle Roland, does it have any story?"

What story can a mercenary group have? At most, it is just an organization formed by a few reckless people, relying on righteousness, and then passed down from generation to generation. Just like the guilds that only exist in those big cities, this group of guys united by interests will definitely fall apart because of interests.

"Nothing special" Roland did not go at length about his heroic past and the various deeds of the storm shamisen, as he usually did. Instead, he said naturally: "The Storm Shamisen used to be the imperial guard of the Governor of Rus'. ”

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In this era, the rise and fall of a kingdom or territory often depended on the ability of the ruler at that time. Therefore, the personal safety of the ruler is particularly important. With only seven governors in a huge empire, it can be said that it is a real pillar of the people. And the royal guards of each governor are the strongest of the strong.

Not to mention the Byzantine governor, that is, the royal knights under the command of His Majesty the Emperor Xià, which has become history, just the dragoons under the command of the demon governor, their great achievements, just find a crappy bard, you can say three days and three nights without repetition. Due to the remoteness of the region, Gino did not know much about the affairs of the Rus' Province, let alone the imperial guard of the Rus' governor. However, since they can take on this position, in addition to their own strength, they will definitely not lack the corresponding loyalty and courage.

But if Roland hadn't lied, how could the governor's royal guards run away to serve as mercenaries elsewhere?

The doubts in Gino's chest were not put into words, but the old and refined Roland could get a glimpse of the young knight's expression: "It's hard to believe, right? I didn't believe it at first. You've never left Ireland, so you probably haven't heard of the riots in Ross decades ago. Who would have thought that Sister Balalaika, she would actually be"

"Wait, what's the sound?"

Because of the practice of anger, most of the knights have a keen sense of the five senses. Although there was still a considerable distance from the source of the sound, the crisp sound of the steel clash fell on the ears of the two knights.

"That direction is the castle! Hurry back! ”

The horror of Balalaika, who got serious, was far beyond Sinlos's imagination. Obviously, everyone is just trying to get acquainted with each other. As long as the other party is not too weak, Sinlos said that he planned to "look up for a long time", and Balalaika said a few words "where, where". How good is it for everyone to be kind and get things done?

What is the situation now, it seems that the opponent who has a bitter hatred has really started a life-and-death struggle. I saw Balalaika holding two golden scimitars, constantly flying up and down. Like the coldest cold wind, it is continuous and pervasive, making people feel endless despair in their hearts.

However, her opponents are Mariana and Arian Hurd, and although the defeat is obvious, it is not a problem within a few dozen moves. And Robert has joined in, constantly sharing the pressure for the two. Although it can't affect the win for the time being, Balalaika's fierce stance will definitely not last long. By the time Balalaika began to fail, it was time for Robert to separate the two sides.

Wait, how could I have this thought?

Xinluo touched his head, not understanding why he, who had never been familiar with martial arts, would have such a thought. Although he followed the knights in the back for a few days, the style and the actual combat were never the same. If you haven't experienced a period of actual combat, you will definitely not have the corresponding vision.

Perhaps, it's because I've watched too many fights lately. Desmond has a lot to do, and he can't be idle. Even if it was rare to have a moment of leisure, there was no entertainment, and there was nothing to play except for the competition between the knights - Helmint's deck game was so bad that he would always draw all kinds of cards of unknown meaning every time except for the thunderous [Wing God of the Sun God], and he couldn't play normally at all.

Sinloth comforted himself and looked elsewhere.

When Balalaika really started to fight against the two female knights in earnest, her men were not idle. The well-equipped infantry lowered their large shields, lined up in a neat formation, and slowly moved forward. And their opponent, there is only one person.

Xia Li, who is extremely bored.

As a rabbit, born in a country with rich experience in warfare, I naturally have been exposed to a lot since I was a child. Since ancient times, there have been requirements for a strong army, which is as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest, as fast as a fire, as immobile as a mountain, as difficult as a yin, and as moving as a thunderstorm.

I don't know anything else, but its Xu Rulin, immovable as a mountain, is really displayed in front of Xinluos's eyes. Before Balalaika got serious, they stood motionless like stakes without an order. And after Balalaika began to erupt, without anyone's orders, they spontaneously formed a queue and slowly advanced.

For the infantry, the most terrible thing about the knight is, naturally, his impact and penetration. Although there was only one person in front of them, they still chose the safest way, slowly moving forward, approaching the direction of Balalaika little by little, oppressing Xia Li's space to exert herself.

However, Xia Li obviously didn't see it at all when she was crazy, her head was bloodshot and motivated by the upcoming battle, and there were only those slowly approaching enemies in her eyes, and nothing else. Neither forward nor backward. It is no wonder that the Vikings were so much taller than the Normans, but they were always overwhelmed by the Normans.

From Xia Li's expression, Xinluo can roughly guess a few points. These guys, who are enthusiastic when they encounter a battle, are brave, but they don't know that they will definitely suffer a big loss if they run away.

The terrible red anger burned fiercely, and the infantry looked at the red-haired girl in front of them with extremely solemn expressions. Although it is not as good as the terrible oppressive power of his own regiment commander, considering the age of the other party, few soldiers who have trained hard all their lives have not developed anger, so they can only sigh in their hearts about the injustice of fate.

Still, they don't stop moving forward. No matter what the situation is, they will move forward. Because, they are the storm shamisen.

It was not Xia Li's character to sit back and wait, and when the infantry were less than twenty paces away from her, the girl finally moved. The red anger was constantly injected into his axe and gun, and he saw a terrible red light flash in the air, even if he was holding a large shield, even if the other party did not control the war horse, the infantry still felt that they had been hit by an elephant, and they could not resist this terrible impulse. Immediately, several infantrymen were flown kites and flew backwards. Fortunately, Xia Li's head has not been completely covered by the blood for the time being, and she still has some reason, but there are no casualties.

Seeing Xia Li's toughness, the infantry reacted almost instantaneously. A few of the infantry, who would be angry, hurriedly crossed out and gathered in front of Xia Li. Holding a big shield to block her way, and the others behind her also changed to short guns behind her.

Sinloth squinted, observing their strain. Such a reaction can be made without the command of an officer. Either they often besiege and kill the strong who are lonely, or they are the elite of the elite. I know that relying on the strength of the group is enough to bury any strong person.

As for which one they were, Sinloth couldn't tell for the time being. However, both sides understand the meaning of this battle, and it is not really about separating the winner or loser. Sinloth wants to let the other party know that he is a powerful lord to follow. And the other party also wants to let Sinloth see his bravery and deserve his bid.

But as things stand, it's not bad. Xia Li rushed left and right in the crowd, and the people were on their backs, but no one was seriously injured. And even though they blocked Xia Li with a shield wall, the infantry didn't really stab their short spears at her vital point.

It's good, they all know how to measure, and seeing this, it's enough. Charlie is a psycho and needs to stop this fight before she goes mad.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the distance, and I saw a knight with a gray mist all over his body, waving the long sword in his hand, rushing in the direction of Balalaika, headless and brainless. And in front of him were the more than a hundred infantry of the storm shamisen.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Sinloth didn't have time to explain, so he had to shout loudly. What did this bastard Gino do when he came back suddenly, he didn't know about the storm shamisen. If he really hacked a few of the pink shamisen infantry, what would Cynroth do?

Sinloth's sudden voice saved more than just the lives of the infantrymen. Taking advantage of a gap in Balalaika, Robert rushed into her attack range, and in the face of the golden scimitar that slashed at her face, Robert did not choose to retreat. I saw the maid open her small mouth and bite down on the scimitar. And the scimitar, which shook the two sunrise knights dozens of times without the slightest trace, was bitten into a point of light by the maid's small mouth. And in Balalaika's hand, there was nothing to stop the silver dinner knife in the maid's hand.

However, the lord's shout came in time, and the maid was stunned for a moment, and forcibly restrained the castration of the silver dining knife. The sharp weapon rested on the woman's neck, leaving a tiny trail of blood.

The maid tilted her head and smiled softly, "Good day, Lady Balalaika." ”R1152