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"There are hundreds of horsemen to watch the smoke? What do you mean by watching the smoke? You can't fucking count!!" The Grand Master lifted his robe and kicked the thief scout's ass: "Give me a scout!

Filia suddenly turned over, thinking that even if she couldn't beat you, it would be better to be angry with you.

As soon as the scouts ran into the jungle in a panic, the bandit team over there was already in chaos, and I don't know who heard the words "Fort William", and immediately began to tell each other: "I heard that Fort William sent someone to support!"

When there are many people, rumors mutate faster than viruses. The rumor "Fort William came to help" suddenly spawned several versions, and finally reached the ears of the front line, becoming such a sentence: "I heard that Lancelot came over with a round table seat!"

The effect of this sentence is comparable to that of a bomb, almost scaring the bandits. The bandits are afraid of Lancelot.

For Lancelot once found out with joy that sending people to collect military rations not only failed to loot the grain, but offended the peasants. But the thieves always snatched grain from the peasants in a strange way, and the thieves were very diligent, like industrious little bees, snatching all the grain stored in a radius of ten miles back to the mountains and piling it up. Lancelot was very thin-skinned when he bullied the peasants, and super thick-skinned when he bullied the bandits, and when he saw that the bandits had a little stock, Lancelot sneaked into the night raids, and there was always a good harvest. The captured grain, the military eats the lion's head, and returns it to the masses to the small head, the best of both worlds, and it has been tried and tested repeatedly. So Lancelot was very fond of ravaging bandits.

The aged quartermaster was ashamed to say that the bandits of Bafaria had made him an officer of shame when it came to his contribution of food and forage.

So, in the Seven Years' War, Lancelot led the knights to cut from the Lane River to the Alps, across three provinces, and cut down all the good men and souls, as long as they heard the sound of Lancelot's horses' hooves, the bandits were eager to pack up and run a few miles away. This has become a conditioned reflex, and even if you drink new drugs, you can't change it.

Seeing that the bandits were panicked and already had the intention of going their separate ways, the Grand Master bravely stood up to stabilize the morale of the army: "What are you panicking about, what are you panicking about! Let me tell you, Mingxing City has been reforming the currency system in the past two days, opening warehouses and releasing grain, and those knights are working in tents in the Power Square, and they don't have time to care about the idle things in the Alps! Calm down, hey, those who talk nonsense, please refrain from it!"

Then, on the south side of the road, the sound of rolling horses' hooves was heard. The two men of the bandit and Elena turned their heads to look over, and saw a blue head popping up on the horizon, and then the blue head quickly expanded into four galloping horses, and Frederick took the lead, his buttocks did not touch the saddle, his feet stood on the stirrups, the whip whipped wildly on the horses, and he galloped in a hurry, his cloak fluttering behind him like a wave, and his blue hair swept in the wind, which was particularly dazzling.

Lily turned her head and saw that it was blue hair, and suddenly her body went limp, and she leaned into Elena's arms and cried bitterly: "It's Frederick......!

Elena patted Lily lightly on the back, frowning into the distance, refusing to squeak.

Filia was squinting at it, but she heard the cry of the swallowing mountains and rivers, and the familiar shout made her nose sore, and she almost shed tears of emotion.

"Surround them, see the walking coins, surround them, don't miss a single one!"

Not only did Frederick rush with the scarlet knight and the two scouts, he also stood on the stirrup, and 27 points of divine power poured into his vocal cords, letting out a heart-wrenching cry, encourageing his troops: "Jacob leads 2 teams to outflank the back road! Raymond and Florian, lead 3 teams to block the canyon! Otto! You touch me from the woods! Remember, it's better to kill them all than let one go! These bandits are super rich!"

Frederick ran wildly and shouted in frenzy: "In the name of the Cross Eagle! Surround them for me! Don't let any of them go! them, don't let them go!"

In the distance, there were three "orders" that swallowed mountains and rivers, and the billowing yellow smoke rushed straight to the north, trying to cut off the back road of the Fallen Knights' retreat to the north.

"Oh my god! The Fortune Eagle is really here! And the red Farragut!" The good-eyed bandit burst into tears, and shouted hoarsely: "Die, the flamingos are here, and they will die, they will ......die, they will die, and they will not dare to fight the dragoons, and the bandits began to hug each other tightly, back to back, in a circle, fearfully vigilant against the enemy in all directions, lest a group of regular knights rush out of nowhere and knock them into the sky one after another.

"Damn, Fortune Eagle?" Grand Master squinted and muttered, "Isn't it a Cross Eagle?" Suddenly his heart chuckled, secretly thinking that Frederick's reputation in the bandit world was so corrupt, it can be seen how desperate he exploited the bandits, no wonder the desperate bandits would rush to buy potions to strengthen their strength, and if they were exploited by Frederick, the bandits would be on the verge of extinction.

The Grand Master was a little exhausted, because the thieves were already afraid of the name Lancelot, and they always asked him to be the head of the regiment to boost morale, which was very tiring. I also have a lot of troubles as the head of the regiment, who will care for me! Always let me encourage you, what about the return? What about the reward you give me?

Then the Grand Master continued: "Don't be afraid, there are many red knights, not necessarily the 'flamingo' of the Farragut family!

Then everyone heard Frederick's roar: "Sir Farragut, don't save face on the Humanitarian Protection Act, rush, ravage, let these fragile souls tremble under the iron hoof!"

As he spoke, the four flying shadows that were still far away in the sky just now were already close in front of him. And Sir Farragut could no longer restrain his desire for the sugar gourd, and rushed forward in the lead, bowing silently, the blood-stained spear flag "crackling" and flying under the spear, the bright red hat tassel jumping and churning behind the helmet, and entering the charge of locking and killing the enemy with the riding skill of man and horse!

Then, to the sighs of the dragoons, Farragut's armored horse crashed through the trembling bandit camp and rushed straight for the Grand Master standing with his sword.

The bandits completely lost their fighting spirit. As Farragut approached, the bandit leader, who was full of reason, decisively decided to betray the regimental commander, and shouted and commanded: "Brothers, pay attention to dodging the spearhead, and use the sword to pick the knight down and besiege him!

Then, when Farragut rushed over, the bandits dispersed, and in an instant they gave way to a wide road and let the "Flamingo" gallop by.

The bandits, who had survived, stood together again and shouted angrily behind Farragut, "Damn! I just dodged the gun!"

"yes, it's his fate!"

Grand Master suddenly felt that the chances of victory would be better if he acted alone......

But there is no time, it is better to concentrate on the Mercedes-Benz flamingo...... This madman is too famous......