"Commander Cain, the enemy's longbowmen are also within our range!" the observer shouted in the direction of Cain after another round of rockets were fired.

"Okay! I see. The feathered arrow struck the battlement beside Cain, and a bright spark burst out. Part of the stone at the battlement was crumbled, and it crackled on Cain's armor, "Everyone, shoot your crossbow arrows farthest, Lord Joan, tell Jill to get out of the city to meet them!"

"Okay, I got it. Joan of Arc said, shaking the "My Lord's Protection" in her hand violently. In the silence of the night, the faint light on the silver flag spear formed an arc, spreading far in the direction of the city......

"Lord Jill, it's the signal to attack!" said the heavily armed soldiers beside Jill excitedly. After seeing the silver light, the guards stationed in front of the city gate removed the heavy latch and slowly pushed the huge gate open to both sides.

Jill nodded, then slammed his visor shut, and in the sonorous sound of metal, he slowly opened his indifferent eyes: "My lord blesses, victory will belong to France, self-defense knights, charge with me!"

As he spoke, he slammed the horse's belly and rushed out like an arrow off the string. Behind him, the visors of more than 4,000 warriors were folded one by one, and then they rushed out of the city gate with an indomitable momentum. The iron hooves of the war horses galloped on the earth, rumbling like drums, and the knights of more than 4,000 people were like a beast out of the cage, biting fiercely towards the darkness in the distance!

As they marched forward, these valiant warriors drew their weapons and leaned themselves on the backs of their horses, the sound of the wind whistling in their ears.

Behind them, hundreds of rockets trailed through the night sky in long trajectories, like a concentrated burst of meteor showers, illuminating the way forward for the knights. For a moment, though, these elite warriors had spotted the enemy shadows hiding in the darkness, and they whistled and waved their weapons as they collided with the silhouettes of the humanoids.

Under the night sky, the battle unfolds on the outskirts of the city......

In the extreme speed of the warhorse, Jill didn't even need much strength to cut the enemy on his side in half. The speed of progress is so fast that the sword that tears through the human body will not even be stained with blood.

After slaying two enemies in a row, Jill's face hidden under the visor did not have the joy of success, but a deep solemnity. He slowed down his horse, and then looked back at his opponent who was still writhing on the ground, not yet dead, and without the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, the sound was clearer, like a thunderbolt.

"Save ...... Help me...... I...... No...... British ......"

Jill drove his horse over, looking at the body on the ground that had been cut in two by the faint light of the stars. The spilled blood stained his thin British uniform, and the face that had lost its blood color was undoubtedly the people of France.

"Bastard!" the man's angry roar spread far away from the blood-smelling wasteland......

"Here, please take your bread, if you are hungry, go back and eat with your family." On the makeshift defense of the central square of Versailles, Jock handed out the warm bread in the basket one by one to the people gathered below, and although he was wearing armor, his face still had a kind expression.

Burning torches were stuck on the platforms of the fortifications, and the torches soaked in tung oil occasionally crackled as they burned. The breeze blew, and the huge figure of Jock and the shadow of the fortifications shook gently, like stones thrown into the surface of the lake to break the original silence.

"Why are there so few people here today?" asked the chubby "artist" on the platform, looking at the remaining bread in the barrel. Jill went to Joan of Arc's aid, and the task of partnering Jock fell to him for the time being.

"Maybe it's your delusion, or maybe you made more bread tonight. Jock handed the bread to the hungry people and the empty basket to the artist, "And it's just time for dinner, isn't it?"

The "artist" handed Jock the basket full of bread, then nodded and said, "Perhaps, but the bread is so perfect today, they will be very happy if they can eat it while it is hot, so let's come as soon as possible......

With that, the "artist" sighed as he looked at the bread in the vat beside him.

"You guy, can you care about anything other than bread? Jock plucked his ears in a pretended manner, "You don't talk about your wife and daughter as often as bread, what a stupid fellow." ”

"Hey, hey, don't confuse my ideals with reality, a rough guy like you who likes to eat junk bread won't understand. "Also, concentrate on your own business." ”

It turned out that while they were talking, there were already several people waiting to receive bread in front of Jock. Perhaps out of upbringing, they didn't bother the two.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, gentlemen, give, your bread. Jock snorted as he shoved the bread into the hands of the people in line.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him did not show an expression of longing or joy, he picked up the bread and sniffed it, and then threw it on the ground like garbage: "You don't have to feel sorry, Yu didn't like this kind of food in the first place, but even if it's just a disguise, it's still quite unpleasant to be seen by you as the same feeling as those untouchables......"

As he spoke, the person in front of him slowly raised his head, and a pair of strange blood pupils flashed in his eyes covered by long black hair.

"You guy, are you mad, why do you talk weirdly?" Jock looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, and then reached out to touch the other's forehead. But as soon as his hand was stretched out, he was grabbed by the man in front of him by his forearm.

It was a rather strange feeling, as if the arm was bound by something, and it couldn't move at all. What's even stranger is that the man in front of him looks much thinner than Jock, but in his control, Jock's strong arms just can't move a bit.

It's like a wild cat controlling an elephant with its paws.

"Hey, what the hell is going on with you guy, let me go, I don't have time to mess around with you. Even if Jock was stupid, he could see the hostility of the other party, and said in an unkind tone. His other hand had been clenched into a fist, and if the other party didn't let go, he would use force.

"Dare to talk to Yu like this, you are still the first, not bad, I can give you a dignified death. The man said, letting go of the hand holding Jock, and before Jock could react, the man had already pinched his neck with his right hand and lifted him up, "This city has been at ease for so long that I have forgotten what fear is, but fortunately, Yu will do everything in his power to awaken the definition of fear." ”

The man carried the bear-like Jock with his slender arms, and the expression on his face was as relaxed as if he had choked a mouse. No matter how much Jock struggled, the man's seemingly fragile arm just didn't move.

"You bastard...... Result...... What kind of monster?" Jock struggled to squeeze the words out of his throat, his face had turned the color of pig's liver, and on his forehead, the bulging veins were beating violently, as if they might explode at any moment.

"I can still be conscious now, okay, remember Yu's name, even if you go to hell, don't forget it. The man raised his head proudly, his eyes full of crazy blood, "Yu Nai Black Prince, Edward!"

If it weren't for Edward, the Black Prince, who himself said it, no one would have thought that he was the culprit of the invasion of France. He was now dressed in the clothes of a Versailles resident, coupled with his already thin figure, which made Jock think of him as an ordinary resident.

Seeing that Jock was about to be strangled to death, the crunch of wood breaking suddenly appeared in the back of the Black Prince Edward's head.

The chubby "artist" was stunned to look at the rolling pin that had broken in half in his hand, and his body trembled uncontrollably. The rolling pin was made of dense pine wood, thick and heavy, and even a cow would have died if it was hit like this, but Edward, the Black Prince, only turned his head lightly and stared at the "artist" who was sneaking up with a cold gaze.

"You're dead. With that, Edward the Black Prince let go of his hand and let Jock's body fall to the ground. He turned around and approached the trembling "artist" step by step, each step was so slow, but it was like stepping on the heart of the "artist", which made people tremble.

"Quick...... Run!" Jock struggled to his feet from the ground, gasping for breath against the fortifications behind him, his eyeballs bloodshot and barely clear.

Hearing Jock's voice, the "artist" suddenly reacted, and he jerked his legs and ran, but the crisp applause behind him was faster than his speed.

The "artist" runs in the direction of the crowd, and as long as he hides in the crowd, he can escape the nightmarish footsteps of the Black Prince. But he stopped abruptly, for in the crowd in front of him, one after another vicious blood pupils lit up silently, like a sleeping demon opening its eyes......

"Oh God. He fell to his knees weakly, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief, thousands of pairs of blood-colored eyes blinking in the night, and the terrifying aura spread silently.

The blood burst out, sprayed in the air, and eventually fell to the ground and pooled. The thousands of residents who had gathered near the fortifications turned into bleeding corpses before they could scream.

The carnage was going so fast that Jock couldn't believe what he was seeing, he just felt the air suddenly become moist, and all that was left standing there was the red-eyed stuff.