If you were to describe this thing in the language of another world, it would be a weapon of mass destruction. The baron swallowed, and Jean Jacques beside him was dumbfounded.

Lildra remembered his favorite childhood bamboo dragonfly, and with a slight turn, the simple little toy flew into the sky.

And the bamboo dragonfly-like device in front of me definitely did not fly into the sky, but it undoubtedly flew to heaven or hell with the souls of many people.

The two "bamboo dragonflies" were like brooms, sweeping out two terrifying blank spaces in the chaotic formation of the Asuna people, at least dozens of people were lying on the ground, and a cloud ladder was destroyed. The battlefield is quiet for a while, and even the most courageous warriors cannot hesitate in the face of such a feared machine.

"God the Father is above. The old knight was stunned for a moment, and then he said these four words.

The battle continued, but the Assuna offensive slowed down significantly, until the second round of "Bamboo Dragonflies" brought death to them again.

The Asuna's attack was thwarted, and they retreated in terror, gasping for breath from range, while the pagan chieftains pulled their horses away from the terrible monster.

The Knights of the Holy City frowned at the pool of blood and mud swept away by the wooden sticks. Whispering about the power of the machine, the young knight that Rildera had just seen next to the machine was ecstatic to say something to the castle commander.

"This is the maker of the machine, Knight Donald. Seeing the baron and the old knight coming, the commander of the castle opened his mouth.

"Your machine, uh, is very lethal. Jean Jacques pondered the words, "You defended Rothdorf." "They're going to attack, they're just scared. The attack speed of the whirlwind is too slow. "Knight Donald has a baby face, and his voice, although excited, calmly analyzes the situation. "Donald had a lot of ideas, but unfortunately I stopped him before, only these two machines succeeded, and it was my fault. There was not much apology in the commander's words, and the knights beside him were running around carrying various things, "Donald, you can go and try more weapons, and I'll arrange a few squires for you." But don't expect too much, manpower is already tight. ”

Seeing that Donald hurried down the city wall with an excited face, the old knight muttered, "This is the devil's weapon." ”

"I don't care, as long as I can defeat the enemy, I can go and polish Donald's boots. The commander replied lightly, "Judging by the enemy's attack, this is a temporary gathering of several tribes, and the capture of Rosdorf will not do them any good." The two old fellows looked at each other, and a word was spat out at the same time.

"Sultan!"

Taking advantage of the excitement, the Asuna did not attack again. They have lost their sharpness, but they have only made the encirclement bigger. The steppe warriors began to remove their rucksacks from their horses, unload the tents from their wagons, and begin to camp. They skillfully erected a prototype of the tent out of wooden and bamboo frames, which were then covered with thick pieces of felt.

On the steppe night of early spring, the cool breeze gusted, the bloody air in the air was gradually blown away, and the howl of wolves could be heard in the distance, and the baron was silent as he watched the camp of the Arsuna people lit up by the stars.

"Infighting among the infidels. If they were united, we wouldn't have played so easily. The old knight stood beside him, "Their tribe is like a pack of wolves on the steppe, who is weakened, who fails, and what awaits him is only the fate of being bitten and devoured." ”

The baron smiled bitterly, he was surrounded by wolves, his future was uncertain, and he was more unlucky than the chiefs of those tribes.

"Why are they attacking Rothdorf now?" the rooster rider also came over, the blood on his armor had dried up, and its owner had deliberately not wiped away the traces of these battles.

"Rothdorf is desolate, but if war breaks out, it's an important place. The fact that it was a rabble, not an elite contingent of infidels, that attacked us showed that their sultan had not yet declared war on us, and that he was bound to take the place, but not very urgently. The old knight replied faintly, "I am afraid that this is a response to the constant provocation of a certain duke, and also a reaction to test the kingdom." The problem is that none of us could have imagined that there would be a cardinal besieged here. ”

The knights were silent. The cardinal's position is too noble for him to be in danger for too long. "When necessary, I'll break through with some knights. The old knight left one last word and left the walls.

The Rooster Knight and the Baron had nothing to talk about, and he then left the place.

Only the barons and the soldiers of the guards remained on the walls.

The baron remembered the relics that the young archer had left him before he died, and he carefully pulled them out.

It's a small box wrapped in kraft paper. It can be seen that its owner has carefully folded each corner. The baron lightly opened the box, revealing a pair of earrings with a few words written on the box, which the baron read out because it was simple.

"To my dear sister, Vivien. ”

The baron carefully packed the box again, he didn't quite know the price of the seemingly mediocre silver earrings, but he knew that an average soldier would not be able to afford the expensive jewelry.

Price and value are never the same thing.

Having asked where the archers lived, the baron descended the wall and walked towards the low, dark area.

The arrival of the nobles made the archers, who had been busy all night, very cramped, and they fidgeted about the place, for fear of angering the great man.

"You're talking about John, aren't you? Speaking of the young man who had fallen in battle, the experienced leader of the archers also showed a look of regret, "He is a great lad, brave and upright. ”

"I heard he has a sister? Where is he from?"

It was not known what the Lord had asked for, but the leader of the archers dragged out another young man, who stood there with trembling legs.

"He's John's best friend. Quick, Jack, tell the knight what you know. ”

When it comes to his best friend, Jack gradually overcomes his fear of facing big shots, and he tries to be as clear as he can about everything he knows. Then he continued to secretly look at the knight with a straight face after listening.

Just as the panicked Jack was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, the baron stood up, leaving behind a few silver coins, and left the dimly lit archers' quarters.

John from Iragon, twenty-one years old, has a sister Vivien, who has a deep affection. That village, what's it called, Illinois.

The baron remembered the name of the village, and when he turned around, the faint light of the archers' quarters had been extinguished, and several soldiers walking around looked curiously at the knights who stood there.

May your Father bless your soul, John of Illinois.