Crimson blood soaked the cloak on Bonaparte's arm, and drops of blood gradually appeared in the place where the cloak had been bandaged, and Bonaparte's face became paler and paler, and his already sluggish steps gradually became heavier. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Captain!" Little Peter, who was still running in front of Bonaparte, glanced behind him and saw a strange Bonaparte, and when everyone heard his shout, they couldn't help but stop and turn to look at Bonaparte, who had been falling behind them.

"What's wrong with you, Captain!" little Peter anxiously ran to Bonaparte's side and held Bonaparte's weak body with one hand, while the other town militiamen also surrounded Bonaparte with concern, and did not know when Bonaparte had become the object of submission and allegiance to all of them in their minds, and gradually they found that they had become accustomed to obeying Bonaparte's orders, accustomed to receiving Bonaparte's dispatches, and they could not imagine what they should do after losing Bonaparte.

"Hurry up! The pursuers are about to catch up!" Bonaparte stretched out his hand with difficulty and pushed little Peter away by his hand: "Hurry up, everyone!

"But Captain, your wounds!" said little Peter, looking at the great tear in Bonaparte's shoulder.

"Stepping on the foot~~" The crisp sound of horses' hooves came from not far away, like the sound of the oars of the ferryman of the River Styx, hitting everyone's hearts at once, getting closer and closer, originally still one horse, then three horses, four horses, more and more.

"Array! Meet the enemy!" Bonaparte knew very well that the sound of horses' hooves that would appear here at this moment was definitely friend or foe, which was undoubtedly a matter of aggravation for the town militia that was already on the edge of collapse, but it was clear that Bonaparte and his town militia would definitely not be the ones to be captured!

With Bonaparte's order, the town militia who had been around him quickly ran to Bonaparte's side and erected a shield wall, and even those soldiers who were about the same level of injury as Bonaparte struggled to occupy Bonaparte's side and erect the strongest shield for Bonaparte.

"Little Peter, you quickly take the captain and withdraw first!" just as a few horses appeared not far away, a town militia member of the town militia in front of him roared angrily.

Little Peter couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the roar of the soldier in front of him, turned to look at the weak Bonaparte behind him, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, take care!"

After saying that, little Peter was about to carry Bonaparte, but the weak Bonaparte just looked coldly at everything that happened in front of him, although his heart was like a rock at this time, although he was touched, but it was not yet the moment to forget life and death and lose his mind, I saw Bonaparte coldly pushed away little Peter, picked up the big knife in his hand to support his body.

"Ulla, Ulla!!" Bonaparte yelled at the town militia in front of him.

As if sensing the fighting intent in Bonaparte's roar, all the town militiamen couldn't help waving their short swords and shouting: "Ulla, Ulla!"

At this time, the town militia is like an old lion king under siege, and is letting out the last roar of the trapped beast, which also means that it is about to make a real trapped beast fight.

Feeling the fighting spirit of the soldiers around him, Bonaparte couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, after all, it was his own dazed arrogance that brought this excellent elite army into such a desperate situation, and if he had chosen to retreat decisively from the beginning, there would have been no such things.

But Bonaparte did not regret it, Bonaparte knew very well that these warriors in red samurai uniforms in front of him were far from transforming into a qualified warrior, an invincible iron army not only needs scientific training, but also needs continuous victory, continuous victory, continuous fighting, an army that can only fight with the wind can not be called an iron army, only an army that has experienced all the vicious battles in the world can be regarded as an iron army, and as long as this seed is planted, the blood of this army will flow with the factor of victory in the future!

As for death, Bonaparte never thought that in this era, captives and begging are simply commonplace, the big deal is to be captured as a prisoner, and let German pay a few ransoms, but Bonaparte is also the village chief appointed by the kingdom, but it is not these local nobles who can kill as they want, as for the soldiers around Bonaparte, although they are very cruel, but Bonaparte can imagine that once they are captured, they will inevitably face slavery or cruel strangulation, after all, for the nobles they are just a small "militia".

"Heavy javelin, ten steps to prepare!" Bonaparte gave the final counterattack in a hoarse voice!

With Bonaparte's order, the town militiamen slowly picked up the heavy javelins that had been on their backs, and it has to be said that the long heavy javelins were a big burden for the soldiers, but they still insisted on wearing the equipment, in order to let these high-ranking knights see the last madness of the horsemen!

The icy javelin was unusually sharp in the evening rain, and the white blade reflected a shocking cold glow in the lightning and thunder.

Near, near, nearer, nearer, Bonaparte's already drowsy consciousness told him that he should brace himself up and lead the charge, but Bonaparte's body was as heavy and tired as lead, and Bonaparte could barely see the knight who led the charge towards them.

I saw that the knight's plate armor was daunting, and the war horse under him also looked extraordinarily powerful, and I saw that the horse's steps were strong and the speed was symmetrical between each step, and it looked like a good war horse that had been trained for many years.

Behind this knight were 10 knights in chain mail, and I saw that they were a little jerky and controlled the war horses under them to charge straight forward, and their equipment was not as bright as the knight who took the lead.

Bonaparte looked at the 11 knights who wanted to rush towards him, Bonaparte's pupils couldn't help shrinking, a reorganized team of knights! Since crossing into this world, one knight has appeared on Bonaparte's combat simulation board, he has simulated countless times how to face such a knight team head-on, but he didn't expect that Bonaparte would face the "enemy" he has been studying in this way.

Looking at the chainmail knights behind the plate knight, Bonaparte knew very well why their horse control skills were so jerky, because the foals were social animals, and they could only ensure a straight charge when they were in a large group, if it was only a small group or a single horse, unless the horse master had super horse control skills, these foals would naturally cross the line, just like a human swimming with his eyes closed would naturally tilt.

But the plate knight at the head also seemed to know that these chainmail knights behind him couldn't keep up with him at full speed, only to see the plate knight slowly full of his speed, and the 11-man knight team once again merged into a whole charging formation.

Bonaparte couldn't help but start thanking the weather now, the town of Lieyuan, which was originally in the rugged terrain in the west, coupled with this pouring rain, had brought a lot of trouble to the knight squad in front of them, but even so, this knight squad still rushed to Bonaparte and the others with a fanatical yearning for victory and glory.

Gradually, the knightly squad rushed in front of Bonaparte, and Bonaparte could even see the manes on the horses, twenty paces! The cold raindrops hit Bonaparte's lips, which made Bonaparte's weak body feel a little wet.

Bonaparte greedily licked the water drops from his lips, but his throat was now nervously dry: "Ten steps!

The cold raindrops and nervous sweat made the javelins in the hands of the town militiamen slip a little, but they still threw the heavy javelins in their hands from such a narrow distance!

The javelins were thrown, and the shield wall formation of the town militia was also broken up by the charging knights, and even Bonaparte saw that several seriously wounded soldiers were knocked to the ground, and they could not survive.