A sword stabbed through Thorville's back, piercing him in the chest. Thorville grabbed the blade on his chest with his left hand, and the light of Rome in his right hand slashed backwards without even looking at it, the sound of the blade shattering bones came from behind him, and at the same time, the slippery liquid sprayed on the hilt, and half of the head flew in the direction of the slash, and the remaining mutilated corpse fell to the ground weakly.

"Woo Gau!" Thorville yelled, letting go of his left hand gripping the blade. When Ragauta, who was originally fighting with the enemy, heard this, he immediately rushed over nimbly. His man was still in mid-air, his bent right leg bounced off like lightning, as Trevil stooped down, revealing the hilt behind his back.

The moment the toe touched the hilt, the sword was directly brought out by the force of the kick, and such a rough way of drawing the knife was accompanied by Towell's blood......

The sword spun at a beautiful angle and fell into the enemy's group, and the huge force directly caused the victim to fall backwards. Rongaite landed firmly on the ground, then reached out and pulled Towell up, "How is it, alright?"

"It's okay, but can't you be gentle?" said Towell, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with some complaint.

"Don't be pretentious in this case......" said Rongait, his body was jerked aside by Thorville, and the next moment, a sharp sword slashed straight through his right shoulder, almost cutting off his entire hand! Before he could react, a thick arm grazed his cheek, and the air flow it brought up shook the eardrum of a person.

The huge fist hit the sneak attacker, knocking the latter's body more than ten meters away, knocking down several people in a row! This punch was no less powerful than a small battering ram, but the effect it caused was not satisfactory to Towell, watching the enemy whose ribs were completely shattered twist his body and get up from the ground, he frowned and shook his head in disgust: "I hate this kind of opponent that is more difficult than cockroaches." ”

"Sorry, you may not be qualified to say that. Ragaute handed the weapon to his left hand, glanced at the wound on the other party's chest that had completely healed, and said, "What about the rest of our men, if we don't attack again, even you and I will have to explain here, hurry up and send a signal, I don't want to die here with you." ”

"I don't know when they will do it, but at that time, it was discussed that everyone would directly attack and kill the Black Prince Edward, and even if they jumped out, at most it would attract the enemy's troops, so you don't want to rely on others to break out of the encirclement. ”

"Wow, thank you so much for your wonderful explanation, let me know what a bloody death game I have participated in!" said helplessly after snatching a spear from his newly recovered right arm.

"You're welcome, this is what I'm supposed to do......"

At this moment, the central square has fallen into complete chaos, and there are screams and cries everywhere. More than 100,000 Versailles could no longer care about the fear of the British army, and one by one fled in the direction away from the square.

Faced with this situation, the British troops who were responsible for guarding them on the periphery of the crowd also panicked. Their numbers were already small, and there were many people in charge of the vigilance of Versailles, and at this moment the crowd rioted, and these soldiers could not control the situation at all.

"God, chaos of this magnitude cannot be controlled even by force. Looking at the chaotic crowd that was surging over, the commander of the British army swallowed and said.

If he could, he would have let his men go, because casualties were inevitable if the men on both sides collided. Since the invasion of France, although they have occupied a large territory, the number of legions has also declined considerably.

The days of fighting and running made him feel quite tired, let alone the lowest soldiers.

"No one likes war, except the spectators who hold the throne of power. Looking at the crowd that was getting closer, the commander sighed and said. He glanced up at the huge stake in the distance, where the man who held the power of life and death was, and although he couldn't see what was happening there from this distance, the commander could still feel a pair of cold eyes pressing into him.

“...... If there is any movement in the crowd at the time of execution, let your people attack at will, remember, at will. "One day before the execution day, when the Black Prince Edward summoned him, he said this, and the man's tone was so flat, as if it was not the fate of tens of thousands of people who were decided, but a swarm of tiny ants.

"Isn't this a bit hasty in making a decision, after all, those people are civilians......" He wanted to ask, but looking at the eyes of the Black Prince Edward without the slightest emotion, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, my lord, I know......"

It is the duty of a soldier to obey orders, whether it is him or his soldiers, as long as they do the will of Edward the Black Prince, as for what they do, it is not their turn to consider, and they do not need to think about it...... Thinking of this, the commander sighed again, and then slowly pulled out his saber from his waist: "Everyone, pick up your weapons, don't let go of every thug who tries to rush through here, this is the order of Lord Edward, the Black Prince!

"Yes......"

Whatever the order, the commander will obey it, and the same will be true to the soldiers.

Three seconds later, the English longbow hummed neatly, and a dark cloud of nearly 10,000 feathered arrows fell from the sky, slanting into the ground with its inherent arc. Feathered arrows from all sides formed a circle around the central square, which was the bottom line for all, and as soon as the fleeing people of Versailles crossed the line, they would face the blades of the British army.

Does such a vigilance really work?

The answer was vividly reflected in the Commander's eyes. Watching one Versailles after another rush across this "bottom line", he blinked, and then jerked down the saber in his right hand.

Ten thousand arrows are fired.

The rain of arrows shot into the crowd of black pressure, and the sharp arrows sank into the fragile flesh in an instant, I don't know how many people were nailed to the ground in such an attack, and the screams and cries instantly made the already chaotic situation even more unbearable!

Those killed directly by the rain of arrows are lucky, because they do not feel the pain of blood flowing down the shaft of the arrow from the wound...... Many more were nailed to the ground by arrows, facing upwards on their backs, watching as the fleeing people behind them stepped over their bodies one by one.

Pain is just the feeling at first. As more and more people stepped on their bodies, the people who were nailed to the ground by the rain of arrows could no longer feel anything, their bodies had been extremely distorted and deformed, and they could hardly see the appearance of people, and the ground under them was also stained with blood by the slippery flesh......

This is just the result of the first wave of arrows.

Those who survived did not dare to stop their steps, they had to run forward, they could not stop, they could not fall, and if anything happened they would end up in the same fate.

Before these people had time to celebrate their luck, the second and third waves of arrows had already arrived. The bloody scene reappeared, but due to the closer distance, the speed of the arrow rain was even faster than before!

The blood-soaked crowd just wanted to escape from this nightmarish place, but for those who stayed on it, it was like purgatory.

Joan of Arc, who was hung at the highest point of the stake, witnessed this, and the wind blowing from above blew away her blonde hair, exposing everything on the ground to her eyes.

Although the details of what happened below could not be seen from here, the scattered circle of blood on the outskirts of the central square spoke for itself! The city and its people, whom she and her comrades had defended with their lives, were now ruthlessly ravaged under the control of the enemy, and whether they had betrayed her or not, they were now reduced to lambs to the slaughter.

The tears had dried up, but Joan of Arc's eyes were still red with the smell of Greek fire.

It was supposed to be her battlefield, and now she was the only spectator.

The sound of gold and iron shattered Joan of Arc's thoughts, and she lowered her head and struggled to see the two figures colliding under the stake. The man's frenzied attack, wrapped in a black suit, suppressed the familiar and unfamiliar figure and approached this side.

"Jill...... Morality...... Ray?"

There was no doubt that it was Jill's figure, but he was very different from the thin appearance he remembered. Although I don't know why he became like this, there is no doubt that if it was the Jill in the past, he would not be able to withstand a wave of attacks from the Black Prince Edward.

"Jill...... Be careful...... That man...... He's not something we can deal with......" Joan of Arc said with difficulty at the stake, her voice becoming hoarse. The sound she could make was not loud, and it was almost impossible to hear it under the influence of the high-altitude currents, but strangely, just as she finished speaking, Jill on the execution table suddenly turned his head to look at her, and then nodded slightly.

"Ji ...... ......"Although her consciousness was already a little trance, Joan of Arc was sure that what she saw just now was not her hallucination, and what she said Jill did hear, and the moment the two made eye contact, she also felt the meaning conveyed in Jill's blood-colored eyes very clearly.

He'll get her out!

On the execution table, Jill pulls her gaze back from Joan of Arc and refocuses on Edward, the Black Prince. He gasped for air as a way to regain some strength from his overtired body. The pressure on the furious Black Prince Edward is extremely huge, and even his current body is extremely difficult to fight.