Street fighting!

Little Ablet, who led the main cavalry troops, actually made such a helpless choice, which shows how much the "British longbowmen" deterred him.

It is difficult to say whether this decision is right or wrong - the terrain in Paris is relatively open, and it is no problem for four or five noble heavy horsemen to make a short charge at the same time, but this is not their way of fighting after all, and without the speed advantage and the impact of the horse, the cavalry is not much better than the infantry of the same rank.

Entering the city were the infantry, which had been used as auxiliaries. The total number of them is also more than 10,000, and most of them are around D-level. If used to break out, they are official cannon fodder; If it was a street fight, they would have turned Paris into a meat grinder.

The British army, of course, will emerge victorious, but before that, enough corpses will be needed to be wrenched to pieces with them.

Those who were able to still follow His Holiness at this time were themselves die-hard French loyalists, and it was completely expected that such a choice would be made.

All in all, in the face of the desperate situation of not being able to win, the plot forces in France, from the commander to the soldiers, have made the final choice - just like a hedgehog, in the face of this predatory tiger, try to set up all the spikes in the body, not to defeat the opponent, just to make the opponent pay enough price.

"Great!" Fiona couldn't help but cheer at Little Abright's choice.

"It's a perfect formation, I bet, without more than 40,000 casualties, it will be difficult to capture this city that is not a fortress!"

"It depends on whether Count Vieira is willing to pull the longbowmen and royal knights into this battlefield!" Immediately, a wise man under his command took Fiona's words. This man is different from the others, his long golden hair shows that his blood is unusually noble, but his pale face and slender and powerful body do not match slightly, judging from the fact that he can easily hold the reins of Fiona's crotch, his relationship with Fiona is probably not so simple.

"Dear John, you'd better stand a little behind, if a stray arrow attacks you, even if it's just a little bit of your skin, you'll be in big trouble." Fiona patted the handsome blonde man on the head lovingly, and at the same time crossed her horse to block the front, and the blonde man snorted dissatisfiedly, but still stood behind obediently.

This is not a trailblazer in the field of exclusion zones, or rather, this is just a follower of Fiona, an A-class drama character.

How difficult it is to obtain A-level plot characters can be seen from Zhao Gao's follower Fang Jingshu. In general, Zhao Gao is one-third of the S-class prop "Eight-Foot Qiong Hook Jade" obtained by completing a task that almost surpasses the epic difficulty, which is already beyond the reach of most space explorers.

Judging from his physical appearance, this plot character known as John is also not a fighting type, and he may still have the gene of "hemophilia", which was expanded by his descendant Queen Victoria to the royal family throughout Europe in the next few hundred years.

"Vieira won't send even one longbowmen, he'll just have them stationed outside the city to kill any soldier who tries to escape, whether it's an English or a Frenchman."

John clearly had a lot of grievances with Vieira, the commander of the British army. He glanced at Vieira with slanted eyes, and saw that the other party still had a poker face, giving one mechanical order after another like a flowing water, but there was not even a single expression of victory or any other expression, and he felt a pang of annoyance for no reason.

He kicked the pebbles hard under his feet, and then said, "How can these fools have banned football in England, Scotland, and Wales in order to have more longbowmen, so how can they sacrifice even one of them at this time?" ”

"You're right, dear John!" Fiona's joy continued, "But isn't this the loss we wanted?" In such a battle, it was difficult for either the French army or the British army to control the final damage, and it was inevitable to destroy all the plot forces of France. At the same time, as long as the British army does enough damage, then we will have more opportunities to infiltrate, which is a good thing for us. ”

"You're a slave to power...... John sneered, and continued in a disdainful tone. Before he could finish speaking, the whip in Fiona's hand suddenly slapped half of his face, and his entire handsome face immediately swollen high, but not a trace of blood oozed out.

Fiona's power was obviously very delicately controlled, and this was obviously not the first time John had been beaten, but the expressions on their faces were very strange: John was beaten with an indifferent face, as if it was not himself who was beaten, while Fiona was a face of regret, as if it was not she who had beaten someone.

"Lurker, Howler, Predator, Vulture, Wild Lion, Fire Control......" Only a moment later, Fiona, who turned her head, had anger on her face, and a series of names were pronounced by her, and the bodies of everyone whose names were pronounced were trembling, but they still stood in front of the line.

"I command you to enter the battlefield immediately and destroy the last of the warriors in the Land of the Gods!" Fiona said as she swept her eyes over everyone in front of her, causing the person standing in front of her to let out a low whimper again.

Seeing that it is about to reach the moment of the final victory of the camp war, entering the battlefield at this time will definitely suffer the most fierce counterattack, especially Edward III, the ruler of the land of the gods, still has a lot of "feudal heavy horses" in his hands, even if it is little Abright, he has reached the historical B level in the ranks, and it is definitely a dead end to meet head-on on the battlefield.

"Your Majesty the Dominator......" only made a five-syllable sound, and a whip shadow struck in the air, this time Fiona didn't leave half a face, several bloodstained teeth flew out, and a warrior-type pioneer immediately hugged his face, but he didn't dare to make another word.

The Ruler can reason with the Pioneers under his command, but the Rulers are not qualified to reason with the Rulers, and even if the orders issued by the other party are unreasonable, they can only appeal to their superiors after they return, if they have the opportunity and guts.

With the influx of countless troops of all ranks into Paris, the city has become a grinding disc of flesh and blood, where countless lives struggle and wail. And they, both in the eyes of the high-ranking plot characters and in the eyes of the rulers, are just living instruments, as was the case with Edward III, and so was Fiona.

Unless someone can jump out of the battlefield like Zhao Gao, the fate of the chess pieces will never be much better, and there is actually no essential difference in which chess player to play.