There was nothing written on the surface of the black envelope, but the bright red fire paint on the envelope had a delicate crocodile pattern, although it was only rubbing, but it could still see the ferocity and hideousness of the crocodile.

"How long has it been delivered?" the commander hesitated to take the envelope, not opening it immediately.

"The carrier pigeons that arrived this morning, the pigeons, are now in the barracks. ”

"I see. The Commander nodded, then carefully peeled off the seal of the fire paint. There was only a thin piece of paper in the envelope, but the commander's movements seemed to be holding a heavy horse's hooves, and after a long time, he put the information back in the envelope, and then said to the people around him: "Collect the troops, clean up the battlefield, especially the tower shield abandoned by the other party, you can't let go of a single piece, and also, reposition the trebuchet, I will determine the new coordinates in a while, do it now." ”

"Yes, my lord, but we've run out of boulders, and even if we reposition, there's nothing left to fire as stone bullets......," the adjutant said, gesturing to the trebuchet deployed near the gates.

"Can't you use your brains, is the thing around your neck just an ornament?" the commander suddenly said angrily, he grabbed the adjutant by the collar, pulled the other party in front of him and glared condescendingly, "Listen, I don't care if you demolish the house or whatever, anyway, each catapult will prepare me with thirty rounds of stone bullets, now, get out!"

The adjutant was violently pushed away by him, and stumbled backwards against the wall, and the others watched all this in amazement, and no one spoke.

"Herald!" called the commander.

"Yes, my lord, I'm here!" replied the herald as he stood straight, though he didn't know why the commander was suddenly so irritable, but it had little to do with him.

"Let the people who manage logistics prepare three thousand sets of uniforms of our army, the sooner the better. The commander said, tossing his token to the herald.

"Yes! I'll do it. ”

Looking at the back of the herald gradually moving away, the commander's hand holding the envelope unconsciously and quietly forced......

"Quick! plug the gap, don't give the British a chance to attack!" "Gil had barely stormed the square when he shouted at the soldiers guarding the makeshift fortifications, and not far behind him was a torrent of British troops, so numerous that they blocked the streets.

The defenders, who had already prepared everything, immediately moved after hearing Gil's order, and when the British troops were still dozens of meters away from the fortifications, they had already plugged the gap, and it was not enough to plug it, these guys also poured the "Greek fire" on the ground in front of the fortifications, and the raging fire ignited, like a steaming wall separating the two armies.

"It's the first time I've been chased like a rabbit. Jill took off his heavy helmet, strands of sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead, and he gasped as he spoke to the bear-like Jock.

"Hahahaha, to be honest, the rabbit hasn't been chased by so many people. Jock smiled rudely, then reached out and pulled out the arrow on his shoulder, "Hiss~ Damn, it hurts so much without barbs, this Qiu Laozi wrote it down." ”

Jock threw the bloody arrow on the ground, and the iron arrow collided with the ground with a crisp sound. He then reached out and tried to untie the armor on his body, but the overstretch pulled the wound on his body, and the pain made his face slightly deformed.

"Looks like you need help. Jill said as she walked over to him and helped him remove the scarred plate armor from his body.

"What the hell, I didn't feel any pain when I was fighting just now, but now it's getting more and more painful. Jock gritted his teeth and, with the help of Jill, took off the plate armor on his upper body, which was already stained with blood.

"You should be glad that if the wound doesn't hurt, it means that the other party's weapon is poisoned, if so, you're almost doomed by now. Jill unfastened Jock's chain mail, then took out the flask and medicine from his horse, he first sprayed the liquor on Jock's wound, and then applied the black mud-like ointment to Jock's body, "The wound is not very deep, so it should be fine, but you better be honest these days." ”

After packing his things, Jill noticed that Jock was looking at him strangely.

"What's wrong? You guy's sudden expression, especially the eyes, is disgusting. ”

"Damn, I just wanted to take off my armor, and I didn't let you heal, in terms of treatment, the doctors in the city are much better than you bastard......" Jock gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, and then slowly moved his numb back, the wound was already painful enough, and Jill directly sprayed the spirits, that kind of instant stimulation, almost made him can't help but scream. If it weren't for the fact that his body was having trouble moving now, Jock would have wanted to pin Jill to the ground and beat him up.

Just when the two were arguing, the flag gun of "My Lord's Protection" slowly came from a distance.

Joan of Arc rode on a snow-white warhorse, and the silver God Arms had gone through the battle, but they were still not tainted with the dust of the world. Beside her was a somewhat lost middle-aged man, his sword dangling from his belt, flapping weakly on his thigh as the horse advanced.

"It's great that you two look okay. Joan of Arc got off his horse, looked at Jill and Jock and said excitedly, "This mission has been hard for you, how is the state of the British army now?"

"Don't worry, my lord, there are walls of fire and fortifications, and they dare not cross the square. Jill said lightly, "Your body is not harmed, and the situation you are facing is more dangerous than our experience." By the way, who is this?"

Jill pointed to the strange middle-aged man, he had been very concerned about this man since just now, although he looked a little lonely, but it was undeniable that the middle-aged man had this vicissitudes of life.

"I'm Cain, the head of the Knights of the Guards, and it's an honor to meet ...... for the first time."

Before Cain could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Jill's fist. No one expected that Jill would suddenly punch and smash Caine directly in the face and knock him to the ground.

"Jill!" Joan of Arc exclaimed, then straddled between the two men, separating them with her body.

Before Jill could give Cain another punch, he was hugged from behind by a tall and burly Jock. Although Jill was tall and tall, he was like an angry child in Jock's arms, and no matter how much he struggled, the powerful arm that wrapped around his side was tightly wrapped around him......

"Jock, you guy let me go, I'm going to teach that bastard a good lesson......" Jill said angrily.

Ka, who was knocked down by him, also got up from the ground at this moment, he spat on bloody saliva, and then squinted his eyes and looked at Jill coldly: "You should also be a knight, and the dirty method of sudden attack is actually used, although I don't know your name, but I, Cain Basaka, will not be as rude as you, if you have the guts, just duel with me." ”

"Duel?hehe, you bastard have the face to bring up a duel?" Jill had a mocking smile on his face, "Well, if that's what you want, then duel, I'd like to see how a knight who lost Versailles and put his army in danger can behave in the dueling arena!"

"You ......" Cain's originally pale face suddenly turned the color of pork liver, as if he had choked on a large piece of bread during a meal, and he couldn't say anything at once.

"Cain, is it? Come on, the humble knight of Orleans, Gil de Ray, is now challenging you! I have heard that you are the strongest knight in all of France, the model of all the knights of the guard, and I look forward to your fist striking me down like your chivalry!" Gil almost roared these words, his face began to redden, and the blue veins of his neck beat horribly under his skin, like an angry lion.

It was the first time he had shown such deep anger, and those who knew him well knew that Jill was the kind of calm person who could keep his sanity even on the bloody battlefield, but now he looked even crazier than Jock on the battlefield......

"Enough Jill, calm down. Joan of Arc said with her head down, her forehead bangs covering her pretty eyes, making it impossible to see her eyes.

"Why be calm! If it weren't for this guy, how many fewer deaths would we have! Reinforcements?Oh, fuck the reinforcements, it's the first time I've seen reinforcements who have put themselves in a siege, it's funny, if what I said offends you, Commander Caine, come and beat me! Don't show that expression like a wounded dog, it's disgusting......"

"Shut up Jill and I said calm down!" Joan of Arc suddenly looked up and slammed the flag gun in her hand into the ground. The floor of the square was paved with hard stone slabs, and even the sword could hardly do damage, but Joan of Arc stuck the tail of the gun directly into it.

Looking at the cold expression on Joan of Arc's face, Jill took a few deep breaths and forcibly suppressed the resentment in his heart: "Lord Joan of Arc, forgive me for being rude, I will not escape what kind of punishment I should receive, please calm your anger." With that, Jill touched Jock's body and motioned for him to put himself down.

"Very well, you should be punished for doing something wrong, and although you are the captain of the second detachment, you are no exception. Picking quarrels and provoking trouble, it should have been directly locked up for you, considering your merits today, forget about the confinement, from now on you are not allowed to leave the range of 50 centimeters of 'My Lord's Protection', tomorrow now I will come to retrieve it, and then you will be free. Joan of Arc said, taking a step back and letting go of the flag gun standing on the ground, "Do you have a problem with that?"