Albert's eyes widened and he glared at Zhang Ang outside the door. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Zhang Ang looked at Albert with a worried face and some puzzlement.

The two stared at each other for a long time, but neither of them spoke first.

In the end, it was Albert who was deflated first, and his tone softened: "Alas, forget it, come in, close the door." ”

"What the hell is going on? Is the injury very serious? I have some pills here, which have an excellent effect on external and internal injuries, and should have some effect. Zhang Angchong took out some pills and potions from his arms and put them on the table.

But Albert didn't look at those pills, he just shook his head, and his tone was like stagnant despair: "It's useless, my injuries can't be cured by any medicine, and I'm hopeless...... You leave me alone, just let me, leave me alone, okay?"

Zhang Ang stood and thought for a while, looked at the bandages on his lower body, and said softly: "There is no hope? Are you damaging your dantian?

Albert didn't speak, turned his head and was silent.

Zhang Ang had an idea, opened the "Eye of Data" and swept over.

Albert Gore

Rank: Great Samurai

Talents: Good

Strength: 21

Dexterity: 14

Constitution: 15

Spirit: 14

Martial arts: 12 slashing techniques of the standard sword (perfect), 8 special uses of the backhand knife (fusion), Gore's six-stage cohesion technique (integration), and high-level footwork of chaotic warfare (integration)

This martial arts is still there, and the physical fitness has not decreased significantly, not the dantian is damaged and the martial arts are abolished.

"What the hell is going on? I see that your martial arts are still there?" Zhang Ang couldn't help but ask.

But Albert still didn't answer, and Zhang Ang had to go closer, only to see Albert gritting his teeth and bursting into tears.

Zhang Ang pushed him, Albert still didn't answer, Zhang Ang pushed him again, Albert finally got mad, turned around and shouted: "I'm gone, don't you know? It's not a matter of martial arts or martial arts! It's the happiness of the second half of my life, it's all gone! I was taken away by those obscene people of the Holy See, those indiscriminate things, with those indiscriminate moves! I have no future! I have no future! I'm a waste now, I'm a waste! Do you understand? Ah? Get out of here if you understand! Get out!"

Zhang Ang immediately understood what he meant, and was shocked by his tragic experience, so he had to mutter: "This, this, I don't know, uh, this, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressed you, I'm sorry." ”

Albert didn't react, just sobbed quietly.

Zhang Ang didn't know what to say for a while, didn't know what to say to comfort his friend, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"This, after all, there is a way, this should be able to be connected, I remember that there were rumors in the Physician Association that the broken arm was connected. After thinking for a long time, Zhang Ang burst out to speak.

"Hehe, it's useless, it's useless to be able to pick it up! I can't find it, you know? It was so messy, so messy, but I kept looking, I kept looking, I kept looking, but I couldn't find it, I couldn't find it!" Albert screamed.

"Hmm......" Zhang Ang hesitated a little, he thought of a way, but he still hesitated.

But looking at the incomparably fragile and silently crying friend on the bed, he still gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Albert, do you believe me?"

Under the city of Paris, the flags were unfurled, the army was mighty, and the phalanx was continuous.

The revolutionary army has descended on the city of Paris, and it is now incomparably larger, and every day new blood is converging on it from all over France, making it stronger and stronger day by day.

The revolutionary army did not immediately attack, but stationed its troops down and began to shout to the city:

"The Holy See is a great rebellion! Slaughter the royal family, support the puppets, and want to secretly manipulate us in France! Let us France become their earthly kingdom! Compatriots and brothers in the city, wake up, don't be blinded by the Holy See and their minions, see for yourself, think for yourself, what are you fighting for? What are you learning that martial arts for? What are you fighting bloody battles for, not afraid of casualties? Not for the sake of the Holy See, for their great cause, but for yourselves, for the sake of your compatriots, for the sake of the Motherland, for our France!"

"The one sitting in the Grand Palais now, he is not our emperor of France, he failed nineteen years ago, and he cannot succeed today, he is just a puppet, a puppet firmly controlled by the Holy See! You see, on the city wall, how many are believers of the Holy See, how many are priests of the church. The rewards of the Holy See will always be given only to their devout devotees, their bishops and elders, and no matter how hard you fight, you will not be able to get any credit. France has shed enough blood, but we will shed more in the future, and we will completely defeat the Holy See that is sucking the bones and marrow on our stomachs, and completely drive out the British who invaded us and slaughtered our compatriots. You should fight for these things, fight with your bravery and fearlessness, make meritorious deeds, enjoy glory, and gain status. ”

"We won't attack the city now, not because we are afraid of casualties, but because we want you to see clearly and see clearly where the general trend of the future is. We have come from Marseilles, and countless people have joined us, including noble city lords, brave and resolute knights, and ordinary people with a skill, all of whom have come from all over France to join us and join us in this rolling trend. The Holy See wanted to strangle us in Marseille, we survived, and the Holy See wanted to contain us with that line of defense, and we broke through. Now we are here, under the city of Paris, we are the revolutionary army, for the liberation of France, from the slavery of the Holy See! We have nothing to fear for this goal! We will not give up! We will be victorious! Tomorrow when the sun rises, we will attack! Until then, we hope that our compatriots in the city will make the right choice!"

......

The internal force amplified the sound, repeating it over and over again, over the towering city walls, and sprinkled the will of the revolutionary army into the city.

Disturbances began on the city walls, and at first there were people suppressing and reprimanding, but slowly, the shouts of reprimand became quieter, and the chaos of the commotion became louder, and slowly, there was the sound of weapons clashing, roaring and shouting. The sound became more and more chaotic, spreading towards the city walls in all directions, into the city behind the walls. And the calm revolutionary army still stood in a neat phalanx.

Finally, the gates opened, and behind them, there were corpses that had been moved to one side, and on both sides of the road, warriors on one knee, covered in blood.

The audience was silent, the sound of neat footwork sounded, and the revolutionary army of the brigade marched into the city.

And the great commander of the revolutionary army was sitting on his horse, looking at the open city gate not far away, and sighed softly: "Paris, I am back again." ”