Never underestimate the destructive power of a woman, especially if she's already insane!

After defeating Bran's reinforcements and winning a crucial battle. The Bran army, which was retreating one after another, was horrified to find that the already unstoppable Gray Army seemed to be even more crazy......

Attacking from all directions, the gods are elusive. Frequent lightning raids, once you succeed, do not look at the results, do not clean up the battlefield, continue to rush forward, and chase and kill...... In just a few days, the gray-clothed army carried the domineering power that swept thousands of miles like a tiger, and the locusts crossed the border like crazy to occupy more than a dozen towns, wantonly waving their troops and sweeping in all directions!

It's not just a matter of speeding up the pace, what's even more terrifying is that this gray-clothed army suddenly changed the style of the king's army in the past and became more bloodthirsty and manic. Once on the battlefield, as long as there is a standing enemy soldier in the field, there is only a charge horn in the ear, and there is no drum. Regardless of whether the other party throws away their weapons and surrenders, whether the other party kneels on the ground and begs for mercy...... The only thing to greet is to stab the head and simply slap the head.

Kill-kill-kill-kill -

No loot, no prisoners of war, no recuperation...... The red-eyed Grey Army, like a heavy chariot that rumbles and charges at high speed, not only crushes the Bran army like a dead and decaying force, but also crushes a flesh and blood road. This side can't stop at this time, the officer conveys the military order, the soldier is responsible for killing the enemy, the division of labor is clear, the top and bottom condense into a battle rope, completely controlled in the hands of the frosty figure on the chariot, pointing where to fight, wreaking havoc on the side!

This anomaly was undoubtedly extremely dangerous, not only for the Bran army that retreated in fear, but also for the Grey army itself. Throughout the thousand-year history of war on the mainland. There is no such arrogant army. There are no such crazy tactics.

All it takes is a mistake. With a loss, this high-speed vehicle is in danger of losing control and collapsing.

But the fact is that after half a month, no matter how much the Bran generals who saw this calculated to block the attack, they eventually fell under the rolling wheels one after another, ruthlessly running over! The face of the chariot was like a frosty figure, like an emotionless machine. Tireless, no mistakes, precision makes people desperate!

It's a crazy battle that doesn't go the mainstream, and it's also a ruthless revenge from a woman on the verge of madness.

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Just when the Grey Army was setting off a bloody storm in the northern hinterland of Bran, on the eastern coastline, we had watched the ebb and flow of the tide in January, and finally succeeded in controlling the internal and external injuries, and were able to walk around normally like ordinary people.

This is a miracle that deserves much celebration, considering that Woodin and Bamutu, who were equally injured, one was lying in a hospital bed for a long time, dying, and the other was hiding in the shadows, licking his wounds. I can't see people at all. Not to mention wandering around.

Of course, being able to move around means that Donn's time is not far off. It's not that I don't want to recuperate. After all, his injuries are not completely healed, at least his strength has not healed. But Don knows better that he has disappeared for so long, and he doesn't know what the chaos is like outside, especially Josia and Lansha......

However, before Don could find an opportunity to resign, the little nun was worried about the trouble for half a month, and finally came to the door......

In fact, there was an omen, especially in the small city dozens of miles away a few days ago, when the news came that the forces that came to help the temple were wiped out overnight, Tang En had a premonition. It's just that the little nun still has a fluke mentality, thinking that this is not an important place for them...... Well, the point is that this church is too broken, and the incense is not thriving, maybe the Protestants can't look down on it?

It's a pity that the one who should come will still come......

At noon, when Don was learning from the old butler, squinting and reclining on a rattan chair made by himself in the courtyard, lazily basking in the sun and smelling the fishy sea breeze, the little nun hurried in like a fire, screaming in horror,

"Arthur-Arthur-they're coming, they're coming-"

"Well, who's coming?" Staying here for so long, Don was used to the little nun's startled personality. While asking casually without moving, he opened his eyes helplessly, watching the little nun scurrying around in the courtyard like a headless fly, looking for something, and then her eyes lit up, and she went straight to the corner of the courtyard wall to pick up her wooden stick that had been cultivated for more than half a month, and rushed out of the courtyard without looking back, and the voice came back from afar,

"Those scoundrels...... You go quickly, I'll save Uncle Maison...... Oops!" exclaimed with a pop. Well, I guess I fell down......

Slightly stunned, after understanding who those bastards meant, Tang En grinned: "You still want to save others like this...... Tsk, it's really righteous. Shaking his head, he touched the green material rattan chair under his hand, "It's a pity, just after you were built, it was cheaper than others." ”

got up, returned to the house and cleaned up, then took the wooden door and walked unhurriedly to the main hall in front of the church.

The church is built on a cliff next to a fishing village, and it occupies a small area, so as long as it is not a weekend prayer meeting, usually no one comes up. In this way, when Don walked outside the front hall and saw two knights in light armor guarding the door, the identity of the other party was naturally self-evident.

Before he could get in, the high-pitched screams that belonged to the little nun came out of the hall first,

"Let's go, you're not welcome here, let me go now-"

"I don't care what you want to do, if you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude-"

"Cindy, who told you to come, put down the stick!"

"Siying, it's Siying. Uncle Mason, don't be afraid of them...... I sue you, I have launched madness that even I am afraid, and you don't force me—ahhhh

"Uh......"

The sound of screaming and shouting, mixed with the sound of wooden sticks waving and whirring, you don't need to look to know what the chaos in the hall is like now.

Looking at the two Protestant knights by the door, whose eyes were constantly twitching slightly, Don held his forehead and walked quickly to the main hall. The two Protestant knights looked at Donne, not knowing whether they didn't think it was necessary or didn't care, but they didn't stop Donn from entering.

When I walked into the hall, I saw the little nun guarding a middle-aged man like a little female tiger, and the only priest here, Maison, closed his eyes and fanned out his sticks, whistling in the wind. Straight to the two strangers in plain robes, who pressed their palms and pressed them, they couldn't help but retreat again and again.

"Don't get me wrong, Sister Cindy, we're just here to ask a few questions......

"Cindy, don't mess around......"

"Siying, my name is Siying!!"

"Uh...... All right, Sister Siying. Can we put the sticks away first, we don't have any ill intentions, at least not ......for the time being."

"Don't listen, don't listen!

The little nun who has heard a lot of rumors about the truth and falsehood of Protestantism will not believe the two lightly. Single-mindedly trying to protect Father Maison, who is named Uncle behind him but is actually no different from his father, and beat away the gang of villains in front of him.

This is, of course, just wishful thinking. Not to mention that the strength of these two Puritans in plain robes is not low, they are just ordinary adult men, and it is not difficult to restrain the little nuns who are waving around.

After several unsuccessful attempts, one of the middle-aged Puritans frowned slightly, and stepped out his hand to snatch the flurry of sticks. But just as his arm was raised, a palm suddenly stretched out from behind and pressed lightly on his wrist.

Startled, Huo Ran, a middle-aged Puritan who didn't notice anyone approaching, turned his head and saw a smiling face appear in front of him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." This child can't hear others call her Cindy the most, and when she hears it, she goes berserk. Hehe, I smiled......"

He laughed, grabbing the stick at his side without looking back, "Alright, Cindy." Everyone who comes is a guest, so let's see what they have to say. If you are not satisfied, it is not too late to enlarge the move. ”

The stick was made, and Father Maison hurriedly grabbed it from behind the little nun, and Don let go of it, and the stick was thrown aside.

When she came back to her senses, the little nun's eyes widened, and she pointed at Don inexplicably sadly: "Arthur, you are in a league with them, ouch......"

Bang, grinning at the door of the little nun's head, "You guys, go pour two cups of tea." Covering her forehead, the little nun subconsciously responded, her palm-sized face full of grievances and confusion.

"Your Excellency, is this also a clergyman here?" The middle-aged Puritans who had been holding their wrists down looked Tang En up and down, his eyes a little wary.

"I, I'm passing by. Don smiled and put his arm around the little nun's shoulder, "But now I'm with her." ”

............ (To be continued......)