Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 84 Retreat
On the rugged mountain road, there is a dilapidated army, and they move forward slowly and with difficulty.

They were no longer as mighty and majestic as they were before. They were well-armored and disciplined, and they looked very desolate and embarrassed.

The flag was held loosely, the armor on their bodies was in pieces, and the weapons in their hands were also damaged. Most of the people were covered with blood stains, either the enemy's or their own.

Except for the leading small group of troops who were able to maintain their formation, most of the rest of the soldiers supported each other and stumbled.

During the rout along the way, they left behind heavy equipment, a large amount of food and grass, exhausted horses, seriously injured robes and numerous corpses.

At last, their pioneers have seen the outlines of Paris, and they are about to return to their dream home.

Suddenly, a thin and small figure came running from a distance. He displayed his sensitive lightness kung fu and moved quickly on the rocks, like a flexible mountain monkey.

He ran from the end of the line to the front of the line, and knelt down in front of the haggard middle-aged man at the front.

"Report to the Marshal! Duke Morris died in battle, and our last blocking line of defense has been broken through! The enemy vanguard is less than 10 miles away from us, and they will catch up in an hour at most!" The thin scout was anxious despite the sweat on his head loudly reported.

Frowning and thinking for a while, the haggard middle-aged man gave the order with difficulty: "Go on, all those who are injured and have difficulty walking, stay here, and gather on the spot to stop them! Omar, you stay and organize them. Make sure to stop the Britons, buy enough time, and ensure that the large army can return to Paris!"

"Yes!" A big black man next to him with half of his face wrapped in a bandage agreed, and was about to walk back.

"Wait a minute!" A black spear stood in front of him, and a tired voice said, "Let me go."

"No! You are a sharpshooter and martial artist! Paris needs you! You cannot die in this place!" The haggard middle-aged man resolutely refused.

"Don't worry, I won't die that easily. The mountain road is so narrow that they won't get many people. Villar, just leave it to me. I promise, I will come back alive." The black armored knight holding a spear still insisted.

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

"Don't worry! My life is tough!" The black armored knight turned and left.

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In the dark night, the flame-condensed rose blossoms bloomed.

The spear swept across again, repelling a group of people who surrounded him again.

In the darkness, a handful of powerful weapons shone coldly under the light of the flames.

Athos didn't know how long he swung the spear and how many stabs he made, he only knew that he kept waving the spear to smash the surging attack.

From day to night, this offensive seems to have no end in sight, from weak to strong, from melee to long-range, no matter how much he knocks down the cliff, no matter how many he stabs to death, there will always be the next group of people rushing up howling and shouting .

In the dark night, there are more shameless sneak attacks and weird hidden weapons, and the opponents who are entangled in front of them are no longer opponents who can be knocked down with one move. The thick steel shield, the huge hammer, the thick steel rod, everything needs him Spend more strength to resist and fight back.

After another whole night of persistence, the spear in his hand became heavy, and the fiery true energy flowing through his body gradually became thinner.

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

It seemed that as long as he put in more effort, the black armored knight in front of him would fall down, but after countless efforts, the black armored knight still waved the terrifying spear and blocked the front.

Yes, he was embarrassed, weak, covered in blood, and the true energy of his body was on the verge of collapsing, but he still didn't fall down.

It was the darkest hour before dawn. The Lord Protector of Cromwell, who was riding on a tall black horse, had no patience to watch the farce in front of him. He didn't want to see the rose swaying in the wind not far away at dawn flower.

So, facing behind him, he gave an order coldly: "Go, give him a decent death."

A man in brown leather armor and a dark green cloak stood out. He separated the crowd on both sides and stood in front of the black armored knight standing with a spear.

After performing a bosom salute, an emerald green longbow was pulled away by him.

An astonishing green light radiated out, piercing the boundless darkness.

In the endless light, the knight in black armor sighed softly: "Oh, I'm going to break my promise."

The shining green comet pierced the sky, and the fiery flame rose was extinguished at once.

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In the morning light, the remnants of the defeated soldiers entered Paris through the city gate one after another.

The residents who got up early looked at the dejected and embarrassed troops in front of them in puzzlement.

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

Marshal Villars stood on the city wall, unwilling to go down to rest even if he said nothing.

Until I saw the chaotic smoke and dust in the distance, and the nightmarish flag.

Alarm bells were sounded one after another, and the huge and rapid bells rang throughout the city.

Villar knew that the taciturn, reliable black armored knight would never come back again.

Amidst the persuasion of his subordinates and the urging of the royal envoy, the exhausted and haggard middle-aged Marshal passed out and was hurriedly carried off the city wall.

Teams of soldiers were sent up to the city wall, and various defensive equipment, bundles of bows, arrows and crossbows were also carried up.

In the tense or flustered preparations of the crowd, the army outside the city also began to camp on the mountain not far away.

The infantry felled trees, built camps, and various siege equipment.The knights of the brigade attacked in all directions, sweeping around the city.

The city also suddenly became a mess, with countless people running on the streets.

Everyone is full of questions, full of disbelief, full of anger.

The pot has been completely exploded in the streets:

"What, the Brits are coming to the city?"

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

"Isn't the British guy blocked in the city of Lille? Could it be that the city of Lille has been breached?"

"I saw a rout of troops entering the city in the morning, the Second and Third Legions!"

"With so many people in Lille City, how could it be so easy to break into?"

"Where are the 4 Reorganized Legions? Has anyone seen it?"

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

"Where did the people from the Second Army go? My husband is in the Second Army. Where are they now? Has anyone seen it?"

"Let's go to the city gate to have a look, maybe the situation is not as bad as we thought."

Zhang Ang was woken up early in the morning by the sound of a huge bell. After going to the street and hearing everyone's discussions, he also roughly understood the whole story.

But he looked at the quaint ring on his hand, and he didn't panic at all.

After hesitating for a while, he walked towards Albert's house.

(End of this chapter)