The crowd was quite chaotic, but the soldiers quickly found the man they were looking for. More than a dozen knights were fighting hand-to-hand with a small group of British troops, their numbers were basically the same, but the gap in equipment on their bodies was too great, and one of the knights led by him roared and waved the heavy sword in his hand, and he maintained the difficult situation.

"He's Mistress Lagrange. The soldier pointed to the rampaging knight in the heavy rain and turned back to Vlad III, but he did not see Vlad III, and in the blink of an eye, he was no longer there.

Lagrange swung his heavy sword desperately, colliding with the enemy's weapon, but the enemy's body suddenly fell limply, making him almost fall to the ground with uncontrollable strength.

Lagrange had just stood up when the British army in front of him fell to the ground as if they had been drained of their souls, and the silver-haired man in a poncho stood between the corpses of those men, the aura emanating from his body making people shudder.

If he had not held a sword but a scythe, Lagrange would have thought that death had appeared before them. Powerful, suffocating.

"Lagrange, the vice-captain of the sixth detachment, it's you. The Grim Reaper spoke, his voice cold, but magnetic. I don't know why, just hearing this voice, Lagrange had an urge to surrender, unlike Joan of Arc's sunny warmth, which had a dark night-like oppressive feeling.

"Yes, my lord, may I ask who you are?"

"You don't need to know my name, I'm just commissioned by Gilles de Ray to rescue you. Death said, thrusting the bloodless sword back into its sheath at his waist, "Tell me about you, in the succinct language possible. ”

"Yes, my lord," replied Lagrange involuntarily, "there are more than 5,300 of us in this camp, and although there is no threat to the lives of all of us, almost all of us are wounded. ”

As he spoke, Lagrange uncovered the cloth that was glued to his back, and although it was night, Vlad III could still see that his back had been whipped.

It's hard for these people to be able to continue fighting under such circumstances.

"In addition, our weapons and horses have been taken away, which makes it even more difficult to confront the British army. Lagrange shook the sword he had snatched from the British and said helplessly.

"Don't think about the superfluous things, and get out of the city before you recover. As for the war horse, my people have already helped you get it, but I don't know where the equipment is hidden, and the most important thing now is to get you out of here. Vlad III waved his hand, "Go and gather your men." ”

"But my lord, the battle is not over yet......

"Do as I say!" Vlad III interrupted Lagrange, "the time should be almost up, you must leave Versailles before the English reinforcements arrive, and if you want to fight, you must survive first." ”

As Vlad III was talking, a large number of horses' hooves suddenly sounded in the distance, and there were at least five thousand people just listening to the sound of war horses running!

"All on alert!, go into the room and take shelter, we are no match for the cavalry outside!" Lagrange's face changed, and he shouted to the knights beside him. I have to say that Lagrange is still quite authoritative among these people, and after hearing his words, everyone immediately took action.

Vlad III suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped in front of Lagrange: "Don't be so excited, you just need to integrate your own manpower, remember what I said?"

"Is it our warhorse?" asked Lagrange, in disbelief. He couldn't believe how many troops it would take to run so rampant in Versailles, which was occupied by the British!

As if to confirm his judgment, Vlad III nodded: "Take your people on the horse, this place will be solved by my people, and after completion, we will rush to the city gate together, although the black prince Edward is now opening the city gate twenty-four hours a day, but I dare not guarantee that there will be no ambush or anything." ”

Thousands of horses rolled in with a whistling sound, the hooves of the horses trampled through everything soaked in the rain, Lancelot, dressed in black heavy armor, walked at the forefront with a sword in one hand, and the rest were scattered in all corners to prevent these ownerless horses from breaking up in the run......

Ragrange watched dreamily as thousands of horses broke through the fence and ran into the concentration camp, and he could not believe that he could break through the British stables with just a few men, Vlad III patted him on the shoulder, then raised his sword and walked towards Lancelot.

"Lord Vlad, all the horses have been snatched out by us, except for a few dozen that were shot by the British in the battle, the rest are basically all here. Lancelot rolled and dismounted, and said to Vlad III.

"Very well, there is the leader of this group of humans, just give him these horses. Remember to leave a sufficient number of war horses for our people, now is not the time to be exposed. Vlad III said, picking a good-looking horse and riding it, "I'll go and clear the camp first, and I'll leave it to you." ”

"Rest assured. Lancelot bowed.

Vlad III nodded, and then with his legs between the belly of the horse, he rushed straight into the depths of the camp, and the horse was still fast in the chaotic crowd under the control of his superb horsemanship. The air swept across his face, blowing raindrops off his hair, and Vlad III held his sword in his hand, and a wave of crimson air lit up on the blade.

After the initial panic, the British troops in the camp had been assembled, but they could barely defend themselves under the attack of Toville and others.

Suddenly there was a long neighing from the warhorse, and Vlad III on his back rushed into the camp of the British army. The kiss of the goddess of victory silently cuts through the rain curtain that connects heaven and earth, evaporating the raindrops into a thick mist.

The crimson sword light flickered in the mist, and one after another British soldiers fell to the ground weakly clutching their necks. It was like a charcoal fire thrown by God into the snow, which melted a gap in the British army's defense.

"Thorville!" Vlad III shouted from a certain direction of the battlefield as he beheaded an Englishman.

Suddenly, a wolf howl swept away the nearby rain curtain, and immediately after, more than a dozen British soldiers were beaten into the sky by a huge force. These guys paused in the air for two or three seconds before falling to the ground, knocking down a large number of British troops by the way. At the same time, the blade of the Roman Light swept by, slashing one after another like mowing grass......

Thorville's eyes flashed with blood, and the bulging muscles tightened the poncho on his body, and he didn't need to turn on wolfification to deal with humans, but in order to slaughter more efficiently, it was understandable to do so.

The British were more than five times as numerous, but they were of little use against this group of bloodthirsty monsters. One by one, the British soldiers fell into the stagnant water with frightened eyes, and the blood mixed with the rain gradually spread.

"It looks like a waste. Pulling the corpse of the last English soldier from the blade of the Roman Light, Torville said lightly, but he didn't mean to suck blood, because Livien would always have everything ready for him.

"There's no way around it, you can't do it in front of humans. Vlad III rode on his horse and washed away the blood from his sword in the rain, "Let's go, just a small gift to Edward, the Black Prince, though not by our name." ”

Thornville nodded, then rallied his men and followed behind Vlad III.

The Knights had already prepared everything early, and although they had no armor on their bodies, once they sat on horseback, the aura of battle radiated from it. Lancelot and Lagrange stood at the front of the line, the latter's face full of anxiety.

It can be seen that Lagrange still cares about these allies, but the only thing he miscalculated was the identity of these allies.

"Your Excellency, you're finally back. Seeing Vlad III on horseback, Lagrange breathed a sigh of relief and said that although there were not many British troops in this concentration camp, they were considered an elite, otherwise, they would not have been appointed by Vlad III to take care of them.

"Is everyone assembled?" Vlad III glanced at the group in front of him, then at Lagrange.

"Yes, my lord, there are more than 4,900 people in all, it's really hateful, and if we had the equipment we had before, there would be even more. Lagrange gritted his teeth.

"It's not important anymore, let's go, take advantage of the heavy rain and leave quickly. Vlad III said, turning his horse's head, and Lagrange hurried to let the men behind him. It was already close to the city gates, and if they picked up their speed, they could run a long way before dawn.

More than 5,000 troops made a splash and evacuated from the camp, leaving behind the corpses of British soldiers all over the ground, and the heavy rain continued, washing away the traces on the ground. It doesn't take long for the marks left by the horses' hooves to be completely covered, and even if the British react, they won't be able to find them......

In the dungeon of the Palace of Versailles, Gil and Cain have returned to their cells. Although the broken locks could not be repaired, according to Cain, the dungeon guards only put food in through the holes in the doors every day, and did not check the locks.

In fact, it is easy to figure out this, who would have thought that a thumb-thick iron lock could be broken by a human hand? How can a normal person have this kind of arm strength, and this is also a problem that Jill has to face after calming down.

Cain played with the deadbolt that had broken in two, rubbing his thumb against the rough section of the deadbolt, the rough touch that made him realize that what he had experienced was not a hallucination. There was only one large bed in their cell, and the two men were now occupying one side of the bed, facing away from each other, as they had been when they were punished.

The atmosphere in the cell was awkward, no one knew how to speak, and the atmosphere was at an impasse for a while.

"Jill, didn't you use all your strength when you hit me before?" Cain finally opened his mouth first, and he asked as he put the latch in his hand on the bed.

"Isn't that for sure, no matter how you say you're a reinforcement, I can't beat you to death no matter how much I hate you. Jill was still on his back, and he didn't dare to turn around, for fear that Caine would find the cold sweat on his face. Although their cell was very dark, Jill was a little timid, probably because of lying.

"It's admirable that you can still keep your sanity in that situation, I thought you were just a bastard, but I didn't expect to look away. Cain said to himself, and did not continue to investigate, "If you really lost your mind at that time, I'm afraid, I won't be able to live here." ”

With his left hand, he touched the loose molars of his jaw, which Jill had left for him. Half of the root of this tooth was broken, and the other half was stubbornly preserved, and it was impossible to extract it if you wanted to. The relationship between the two of them is like this tooth, neither good nor bad, just shaking......

"Edward, the Black Prince, you've already seen it, right?" Cain suddenly changed the subject, which Jill didn't expect.

"yes, we've met, this bastard is horrible, I was knocked unconscious by him. "He's quite mature when it comes to lying, and he can almost open his mouth.

Cain silently stood up from the bed and walked in front of Jill, he suddenly punched Jill in the face, the force was so great that even he couldn't help shaking it a few times: "This punch is because of the first lie you told just now." ”

As he spoke, Cain clenched his fist and slammed it into Jill's face again. However, this time the fist did not hit Jill's face, and at the moment of contact, Jill grabbed Cain's fist with his hand, and his body did not shake in the slightest.

"So you've already figured it out. ”

Caine struggled hard, but he couldn't shake Jill's hand at all, obviously he grabbed it so casually, but it was stronger than any chain: "Bastard, you really think of me as an idiot, I'm the chief knight of the kingdom, and there are many more trained imps than you bastards." ”

Cain paused and gave up struggling: "It's not a woman's wrist, let it go." ”

Jill let go of her hand and sat silently on the edge of the bed, like a child who has been exposed by an adult. He didn't mean to lie, but the things behind it were too complicated, and even full of despair.

"It feels good to beat you up. Cain shook his hand and said, "Now we're even, one person and one punch, and we don't owe each other." ”

After saying that, Caine sat down on the bed and put his hands under his head: "I don't care what happens to you, for me, as long as you use this power in the right place." ”

Jill was silent, not knowing what to say, but his heart was much lighter.

"If we use this power, we should be able to compete with Edward, the Black Prince, Jill, you are our only hope. Whatever lies behind this, think of Jeanne d'Arc, if you really like her......"