On the rugged mountain road, a broken army snaked as it walked slowly and with difficulty. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

They have long since lost their original majesty, bright armor, strict discipline, and look very depressed and embarrassed.

The banner was loosely held, the armor on the body was scattered, the weapons in the hands were also damaged, and most of them were stained with blood, either the enemy's or their own.

Except for a small group of men and horses in the lead, who were able to maintain the formation, most of the rest of the soldiers supported each other and stumbled along.

Along the way, they left behind heavy equipment, a large amount of grain and grass, tired horses, badly wounded robes and heavy corpses.

Finally, their vanguard has seen the outlines of Paris, and they are about to return to their dream home.

Suddenly, a thin figure rushed from a distance, and he used his agile light skills to move quickly on the mountain rocks, like a nimble mountain monkey.

He rushed from the end of the line to the front of the line, kneeling down in front of the haggard middle-aged man at the front.

"Report to the marshal! Duke Maurice has been killed, and our last line of defense has been breached! The enemy vanguard is less than ten miles away from us, and in an hour at most, they will catch up!" the thin scout reported anxiously, ignoring the sweat on his head.

Frowning and thinking for a while, the haggard middle-aged man gave an order with difficulty: "Pass the order, all the injured and difficult to walk, all stay, and assemble on the spot to block them! Omar, you stay and organize them, you must ensure that you stop the British, buy enough time, and ensure that the large army can return to Paris!"

"Yes!" a big black man with half of his face wrapped in bandages agreed and prepared to walk back.

"Wait!" a black spear stood in front of him, and a tired voice said, "I'd better go." ”

"No! You're a sharpshooter! Paris needs you! You can't die in this place!" the emaciated middle-aged man decisively refused.

"Don't worry, I'm not so easy to die, the mountain road is so narrow, they can't get up to many people. Leave it to me, Villar, I promise, I'll come back alive. The black-armored knight with the spear still insisted.

After a stalemate, the middle-aged man compromised: "Promise me, you must come back alive!"

"Don't worry! I'm very hard!" the black-armored knight turned and left.

In the dark night, the flame-condensed roses bloomed.

The spear swept again, repelling the crowd that had gathered around them.

In the darkness, a powerful weapon shimmered in the light of the flames.

Ados didn't know how long he had swung his spear or how many stabs he had made, all he knew was that he kept swinging his spear to break up the surging onslaught.

From day to night, the offensive seemed to never see an end, from weak to strong, from melee to long-range, no matter how many cliffs he knocked down, no matter how many stabs he stabbed, there would always be the next group of people howling and shouting to rush up.

In the dark night, the shameless sneak attack, the strange hidden weapons are more numerous, and the entanglement in front of him is no longer an opponent who can be knocked down with one move, heavy steel shields, huge iron hammers, and thick steel rods, each of which requires him to spend more strength to resist and counterattack.

After another whole night of persistence, the spear in his hand became heavy, and the fiery true qi flowing from his body slowly thinned.

The mountain road became darker and more dangerous, and the enemy's offensive became more and more fierce.

It seemed that as long as he worked harder, the black-armored knight in front of him would fall, but after adding countless strengths, the black-armored knight still brandished a terrifying spear and blocked the front.

Yes, he was embarrassed, weak, covered in blood, and his protective true qi was on the verge of collapse, but he still did not fall.

It was the darkest hour before dawn, and Lord Cromwell, on a tall black horse, had no patience to watch the farce before him, and he didn't want to see the rose swaying in the wind not far away at dawn.

So, he looked behind him and gave a cold order: "Go, give him a decent death." ”

A man in brown leather armor and a dark green cloak stepped forward, and he parted the crowd on either side and stood in front of the black-armored knight standing with a gun.

After a chest stroking salute, he pulled away an emerald longbow.

An astonishing green glow radiated and pierced the boundless darkness.

In the endless light, the black-armored knight sighed softly: "Alas, I'm going to break my promise." ”

A shining green comet pierced the sky, and the fiery flame rose was extinguished.

In the dawn of dawn, the remnants of the defeated soldiers entered Paris one after another through the city gates.

The early risers looked at the dejected and embarrassed army in front of them.

Some people went up to help, some asked loudly, and some recognized their family members and hugged them and wept bitterly.

Marshal Villar stood on the ramparts, saying that he was not willing to go down to rest.

Until I saw the chaos of smoke and dust in the distance, and the nightmare flag.

Alarm bells were ringing, and loud and rapid bells rang throughout the city.

Villar knew that the taciturn, down-to-earth black-armored knight would never return.

Under the persuasion of his subordinates and the urging of the royal envoy, the tired and haggard middle-aged marshal fainted and was carried off the city wall with all hands and feet.

Groups of soldiers were sent up to the city walls, and all kinds of defensive equipment, bundles of bows, arrows, and crossbows were also carried up.

In the nervous or panicked preparation of the people, the army outside the city also began to camp in the mountains not far away.

The infantry cut down trees, built camps, and siege equipment. Brigades of knights struck out in all directions, sweeping the city around.

The city was also in chaos, and countless people were running on the streets.

Everyone was full of doubts, full of disbelief, full of anger.

The streets have been completely exploded:

"What, the British are all in the city?"

"How did they get here? Where did they come from?"

"Aren't the British being held back in the city of Lille?

"I saw a rout army entering the city in the morning, it was the second and third corps!"

"There are so many people in Lille City, how can it be so easy to be breached?"

"What about the four reorganized regiments?

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all. ”

"Where have the people from the Second Legion gone? My husband is in the Second Legion, where are they now, has anyone seen them?"

"Let's go to the city gates, maybe it's not as bad as we think. ”

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Zhang Ang was woken up by the huge bell early in the morning, and after hearing everyone's discussion on the street, he also roughly understood the whole story.

But he looked at the quaint ring on his hand, and his heart was not panicked at all.

After a moment's hesitation, he walked towards Albert's house.