"What's going on?" asked Jill in shock, then flipped over the fortifications and fell. The highest point of the fortification was about five meters above the ground, and he fell with his hands and feet staggered before falling firmly to the ground.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but in the evening a large number of British troops suddenly poured out near the main gate, and it seemed that there were at least thirteen thousand men. Joan of Arc has already arrived, and she asked me to inform you both to come as soon as possible......"

"Are those bastards stupid, it would take at least three times as many troops to attack from the main gate as here, and even I wouldn't do that. Jock threw away the bread in his hand and stood up, his heavy eyebrows twisted into knots, "Jill, what do you think about this?"

"I'm afraid it's a conspiracy, focus our attention near the city gates, and then the rest of the people storm here. Jill thought for a moment and said.

"So what now, there aren't many people on this side, if we all leave......" Jock hesitated as he watched the chefs pack the baked noodles into wooden barrels. Soon it will be surrounded by hungry people, and if there is no one in charge of this side, if something goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"You stay here, I'll just go alone. Jill said, climbing on his horse, "And Jock, take off that ridiculous apron, it's time for you to change into your armor, if there's anything unusual here, feel free to let someone come and inform me, and I'll come back immediately......"

Without waiting for Jock to object, Jill grabbed his horse's belly and ran in the direction of the city gate with the clanging sound of steel. The messenger knight followed with a brief salute to Jock, who was in some ways busier than the two men.

He's right. At some point, the artist approached Jock, "You should have taken this thing down, and believe me, you look as unpleasant as bread with milk and sugar." ”

"Maybe I should have done it a long time ago. Jock tore off his apron, revealing a sturdy body wrapped in bandages. He took out his armor from the wooden house under the fortifications and put it on, like a giant bear awakened, revealing the sharp light on his teeth, "though I still like to eat sweet bread......"

At the main gate of Versailles, more than 13,000 British troops lined up in a neat formation. Three thousand British soldiers dressed only in military uniforms stood at the front of the line, weapons of varying lengths in their hands.

Behind them, two thousand pikemen held sharp axes diagonally, their blades wafting with a cold aura. The axe gun is not a suitable weapon for siege, but as long as there is a place where it is, the momentum of the British army can always be invisibly raised, and this weapon that exists for killing can also find similar things in the Eastern world, but those weapons called "halberds" can only be used by the generals of the Easterners.

At the end of the procession, more than 8,000 English longbowmen checked their weapons, and one by one they pulled the strings of their longbows before slowly relaxing. After doing all this, the longbowmen held the arrows in their skins in their left hand with the bow, which allowed them to fire faster.

On the city wall in the distance, Joan of Arc, with a grim face, watched all this indifferently. The sky was getting darker and darker, and dots of starlight began to flash in the sky.

"Give me my command, put out all the fires on the city, and look at them, they will not attack the city until it is completely dark, and at that time, the city will be their living target, and I will not give them this opportunity." Joan of Arc said to the herald beside her.

The order was quickly communicated, and the torches on the walls were extinguished, except for some of the necessary lighting in the city. Although this is also a disadvantage for your side, an indiscriminate arrow attack is always less threatening than a precise direct shot.

"I always think these guys are a little weird. Cain said as he stood beside Joan of Arc and looked at the camp of the British army. He was the first to be notified by Joan of Arc after the British army appeared, because he was in charge of the defense of the British army when they attacked the city, and although he ultimately failed, at least he had experience with the enemy.

"So you feel that way, too. Jeanne d'Arc stroked the gradually cold city wall and said, "But is there really any conspiracy? ”

Cain shook his head: "I don't know, but no matter how you say it, it's definitely not good for us." Joan of Arc, I've divided the Ten *Word* crossbows of the Knights of the Guards evenly among the warriors defending the city, and no matter what the other party's purpose is, it's always right to defend well. ”

"That's all there is to it. Joan of Arc said as she looked at the increasingly oppressive sky.

Under the galloping speed of the war horse, Gil reached the station where the first and second detachments were located as fast as possible. After a brief notice, he led the men of the first and second detachments towards the city gate.

After going through the reorganization, the number of the two detachments combined was close to five thousand, and before going to the city gate, Gil deliberately sent a thousand knights to the central square in case something unexpected happened there.

Just as the two teams were about to arrive near the city gate, the British army outside the city moved.

Three thousand British soldiers in military uniforms walked at the front of the line, but they looked very awkward, and if these guys were coming to attack the city as dead soldiers, their movements were a little too decadent.

Before the action, these guys looked quite neat, but after the whole move, the three thousand British troops were in chaos in an instant. Behind them, the soldiers with sharp axes and spears exuded a completely different momentum from those people, and the whole team took on a distinct two-color color.

"What are they doing, infighting?" said Joan of Arc with a frown as she looked at the soldiers who were grinding forward, but even so, she prepared the soldiers defending the city to be on guard.

"Could it be that these Brits are trying to trick us into letting our guard down in this way? Cain said as he wound the ten-character crossbow in his hand, "Listen, everybody, and as soon as they're in range, release the arrows." Their longbowmen attack farther than we do, giving priority to the enemy in front of them!"

"Yes!" the defenders at the head of the city replied in unison.

"Joan of Arc...... Mistress Jill...... Already in place near the city gates, as long as you signal it...... And he could rush out of the gates...... Attack the British!" said the herald to Joan of Arc, who had run up from below, almost out of breath.

"It's hard work, you can rest first. Joan of Arc said, walking to the inside of the city wall and leaning down to see thousands of horsemen lined up in the street behind the city gates, the leading knight raising his sword and shaking it at her.

"This guy came in just in time, but unfortunately he took my job. Cain also saw Jill on his horse, and then raised the crossbow arrow in his hand and shook it at him, but Jill didn't react, I don't know if it was too dark to see or ignored it, "What a rude little ghost......

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp whistling sound brushed over Caine's ear. At the same time, there was a clanging sound in other parts of the city, "Damn, it's a rain of arrows, everyone be careful and try to hide as much as possible!"

As he spoke, he drew his shield from behind his back, and with a single turn, Cain stood in front of Joan of Arc and shielded her.

While arrows were raining down, the British troops outside the city also ran. Regardless of whether the 3,000 British soldiers were acting or something, they could only run in front of the sharp axes and guns of the pikemen behind them, although these guys did not seem to have a sense of discipline, but the speed of their march was unusually fast, and they faintly left the pikemen behind after only a few tens of seconds.

"Be careful, Lord Joan, we have to fight back. Cain said, closing the armor with his right hand holding the crossbow, he handed Joan of Arc the shield in his left hand, and then rolled himself against the back of the wall, "Observers, put a rocket, and see if they come into our range!"

Caine yelled as he cautiously poked his head out and looked down from the battlements in the wall.

After receiving his order, more than a dozen rockets shot out from the top of the city, and landed on the ground outside the city in a rounded arc, looking like wild chrysanthemums blooming in the black earth. The light was faint, but it was enough for a dark night.

"Figures passing by the firelight!' they're in range!" shouted the observer.

"Okay, all attention, shoot!" Cain commanded, leaning out first and shooting the crossbow arrow. After him, the remaining defenders also raised their ten-character crossbows in their hands, and vented their crossbow arrows and anger together.

Sharp arrows staggered through the air, and some even collided with a little spark. The two men and horses kept making a dull noise, which was the sound of falling to the ground after being hit by an arrow. However, due to the protection of the city walls, the number of arrows on Joan's side was much smaller, and these defenders were basically wearing heavy armor, so even if they were wounded by arrows, they would not be fatal.

"Shoot, shoot, wear them out!" Caine roared as he reloaded his crossbow bolts, using his years of experience to discern the current situation in the dark.

Beneath the gates, Jill waited anxiously on horseback. The war horse under his crotch also seemed to sense the anxiety of his master, and kicked the horse's hooves uneasily.

In the past, he was always the one who charged, and the bloodshed and fighting happened around him, but now as a reserve ambush, listening to his comrades fighting and dying by his side, his heart was filled with unknown anxiety. Most of the knights who followed him were like this, and this kind of irritating waiting was the most uncomfortable than fighting.

"How long will it be, Lord Joan of Arc......" Gil muttered as she stared at the straight spear at the city gate. Even in the dark, there was a faint glow reflected from the barrel of that weapon.