Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Youfu Ma deliberately pretended not to hear, and put the holy emblem in his pocket: "Then, there will be an expiration later, Miss Jeanne."

……

When Ma Youfu left the tower where Joan of Arc was temporarily staying, more than 160 kilometers away, in a small village named Livri, the bishop of Bowen, Peter Kaohong, was wandering solemnly towards his wood elves. The reporter asked: "The Seris is still staying in the Duke's palace. Maybe he has additional plans, or maybe he just thinks that he has a chance to win, so he wants to enjoy the Burgundy red wine before leaving. This gives us a chance to plan ahead."

Bishop Beauvin took out a rudimentary map: "The most convenient way to return to Charles VII's court in Chinon is by water. Just like you, from Dijon to Livry, you can take the The ship sailed westward along the Loire. After sailing about [-] kilometers, they disembarked at the ferry where the Loire and Creuses meet. There is a high possibility that they will spend the night at the abandoned castle of Kanders nearby, before heading south to Chie Nong. This is your best chance, Respan Nightstar. Hope you don't let me down."

Although the wood elf does not like assassination, but for the future of his clan, he has long been deeply bound to the royal family of gorse, even if his hands are stained with blood, he will not hesitate.

"Philip III will definitely send someone to escort the Serisians. You may not have enough manpower. But it doesn't matter. There is a monastery southeast of Kanders Castle, which is occupied by a group of wool soldiers. They have about 100 people, all experienced servants The soldier, whose leader is Ian Gaskill, is a good player with a flail, and has reached the core ranks many years ago, not weaker than the Garter knights." Bishop Bowen said, while holding a heavy purse, and a letter to the wood elves.

"Those woolen soldiers don't like the English, but they have a connection with the Armagnacs. You sneak into Chinon first, find Le Camus, the favorite of Charles VII, and he will help you. Hate Philip III to the core Among the Armagnac faction in , there must be quite a few people willing to sabotage the peace talks. I have to admit that the Seris has the eloquence to turn the situation around and is a natural negotiator. But as long as he dies, The negotiation is doomed to fail. The weak French pseudo-king will compromise as long as he is under a certain amount of pressure.”

"Okay, let's go. May the Seven Sages guide you." Bishop Bowen waved his hand and told everyone to get on the boat quickly.

Led by the wood elf Respahn, three Garter knights, five wandering knights hired in Dijon, and twelve squires, they boarded the ship in a row.

After carrying the dry food, wine, arrows and other materials, the ship set sail and gradually disappeared from sight...

three days later.

The wood elf Rispan walked into the camp near Kanders Castle with a gloomy face.

He had just returned from Chinon from a meeting with the favourites of Charles VII.

Respin didn't like the guy named Le Camus.Slippery, full of lies, and with a nasty smell all over him—the wood elf's wild instinct told him that this man was hiding a dark and evil side.

After reading Bishop Beauvin's letter, Le Camus agreed immediately, and sent a personal magic consultant to help contact the group of woolen soldiers.

And this self-proclaimed "grey-faced man", who wore a mask all day and never took off his hood, made the wood elves even more repelled.

He secretly called it "the mouse with its head hidden".

"Everyone, let's go to the monastery quickly, maybe we can catch up with Ian's 'entertainment' before lunch." The gray-faced man's voice was as rough as sandpaper, making people irritable.

The group left the camp and headed towards the monastery.

The closer you got to the monastery, the more unbearable the sights on the road became.

On both sides of the road, mutilated limbs and even babies can be seen hanging from spiked stakes.The two villages passed by on the way have already been turned into ruins, and there are traces of scorched black after the raging flames.

The monastery on the hill is like a dead castle.Crows swirled in the dark sky, making ominous calls from time to time.

On a huge pine tree under the small hill, the skins of human beings hang high, swaying in the cold wind.

Chapter 18 Wool Soldiers

Seemingly affected by the ominous surrounding scenery, the wood elves and their group were not very good-looking - except for the "grey-faced man".

In the open space in front of the monastery, a large group of mercenaries gathered.

They were dirty and disheveled, but they were strong and well-equipped.There was bloodthirsty light in everyone's eyes, and cruel smiles hung on the corners of everyone's lips.

In the center of the clearing was a fire on which a woman's corpse stood, scorched black in the scorching fire.

A middle-aged man and a teenage boy were bound and kneeling beside the fire, their bodies covered with bruises and bruises, only the numbness left in their eyes after being tortured by pain and despair.

"Tell me, where did the Abbot Le Luni go? How many people did he take with him? Did he take the hidden treasure with him?" asked a man with a burly stature like a bear and a large burn scar on his face.He is the leader of this group of mercenaries, Ian Gaskill.

no answer.

"Hmph, it seems that I am too hungry to speak. In that case, brothers, let them taste the barbecue cooked by Ian himself!"

The two mercenaries cut off the charred female body with a wicked smile.

"No, no!" The two prisoners finally showed a look of fear, struggling to retreat.

Immediately, mercenaries came over and held them down.

The man and the boy clenched their lips desperately, and the mercenaries couldn't open it.Ian waited impatiently and said, "Break their jaws!"

Two mercenaries walked over with hammers.

After the bone cracking sound that made the hair stand on end, the mercenary walked away with the bloody hammer.The two captives collapsed on the ground like mud, no longer struggling.

Their bodies are still lingering, but their souls are long dead.

The mercenary chief stuffed the scorched human flesh into the mouths of the man and the boy, and laughed wildly: "Haha, how, how does the wife taste? The mother's taste is great! Don't you father and son comment on my barbecue skills? "

The two captives just kept twitching and struggling like fish out of water, making a "ho-ho" sound in their throats.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Two air-breaking screams interrupted the cruel laughter of the mercenaries.The man and the boy took their last breaths, each with a dagger in their throat.

Ian angrily looked at Respan, who was shooting: "You are meddling, pointed ears!"

The lazy mercenaries immediately took up their weapons, making the wood elves feel like they were in a pack of wolves.

"Bah!" A Garter knight spat out a mouthful of phlegm and drew out his sword, "I don't mind killing the French, but the thought of fighting alongside you woolly soldiers makes me very, very angry. It's better to kill you first. It's gone!"

The Wool Soldiers are the unmanned soldiers who are in chaos in France. The sources are the soldiers who are defeated on the battlefield, the bankrupt knights, and even the nobles who want to fish in troubled waters to make a fortune.Of course, the biggest group is those mercenaries who are not paid enough and lose their restraints.

The long war placed a heavy financial burden on the English royal family.So, in order to save money, the King of England made a lot of showy operations.

For example, mercenary wages are only paid when the war is fought. Once the war is won, the mercenaries are immediately kicked out of the battlefield, and then their own guards are sent to loot the spoils.

After coming and going, the mercenaries who couldn't make money naturally wouldn't obey the command, and they started to burn, kill, loot, commit all kinds of brutal crimes for the village.

Hearing the English accent of the Garter knight, Ian immediately picked up the heavy flail, and said with a grin: "Very well, your King Henry still owes me a lot of money. I caught a few of you nobles, just in time to exchange the ransom."

At this time, the gray-faced man stood up.A dark figure grew out of his back, and there was a faint flame burning around him, and a faint smell of sulfur wafted in the air.

Warlock!

There was a hint of caution on Ian's murderous face.

The gray-faced man spoke, and the rough voice made everyone feel uncomfortable: "Calm down, everyone."

"Ian, the English brought you a big business. Much more than the monastery treasure you've been searching for."

The gray-faced man turned to the wood elves again: "Aren't you nobles only talking about chivalry on the battlefield and women? Ian is just dealing with his prey, why should he destroy the bishop's arrangement for such a trivial matter?"

Both sides put away their weapons.Not because of the gray-faced man's persuasion, but because of the strength he showed.

The wood elf walked to Ian: "I want you to lead someone to ambush in the woods west of Kanders Castle. When someone enters the castle, none of them will be kept. This is the deposit."

He dropped a purse.

Ian picked it up, opened it, and the golden light immediately filled his pupils.He smiled with satisfaction: "Happy cooperation, pointed ears. Do you have any requirements?"

"Listen to my command, don't attack without authorization. Afterwards, all the spoils will be handed over to you."

"Yes." Ian asked again, "How many enemies are there, and how are they fighting?"

"An elite dwarf, famous mercenary, very strong. There are three to five knights, and a dozen well-equipped and well-trained squires," said the wood elf Rispan.

"Well, up to six pros? Isn't that easy. By the way, are there any spellcasters?"

Yofu Ma's face appeared in the wood elf's mind, and then he shook his head.

A foreigner who is just a quick talker, no threat at all.

……

Ship along the Loire towards Chinon.

"Pedro, your problem is that you have to change your writing habits. Get rid of those clichéd heroic epics. Go and read more civic literature. For example, "Lena Fox" and "Decameron." The illusory romance of the novel is closer to life, so that the love between men and women that burst out in the plot can make readers feel immersed..."

Youf Ma was on deck, sipping cider and giving pointers to Castilian writers.

When he was in the ducal palace, Pedro heard that Mayof was going to return to Chinon, so he proposed to go with him in order to learn to write novels of color.

Ma Youfu pushed the boat along the way, and asked him to help contact a few knights on the condition of exempting tuition fees.

Even though Pedro didn't make a name for himself in Dijon, he was quite famous in the Castile noble circle.

Pedro was also very powerful, and he helped Youfu Ma recruit three knights.

They had been trained in the Knights of San Diego, and they were all powerful professionals.The nine squires that followed were light cavalry who were good at using javelins.

This kind of light cavalry, a specialty of the Iberian region, is especially good at moving on complex terrain such as hills and forests, coming and going like the wind.

In addition, Volgar's cousin, Joey Horn, who runs a blacksmith shop, also pulled a large group of people to follow Yofu Ma on the road.

After the Burgundy Knights Conference ended, Qiao Yin smelled a new business opportunity-after the reconciliation between France and Burgundy, Charles VII would definitely prepare his army for the war, recover the lost ground, and have a great demand for ordnance.Chinon, where the Dharma King is located, is a golden mountain in his eyes.

Chapter 19 Refugees

A group of [-] hoplites led by the Count of Luxembourg followed Youf Ma back to Chinon.They were all orcs, tough warriors handpicked from the Duke's Guard.

The eight shield dwarves, including Volgar, are strong and strong, can wear heavy armor, and are good at using various weapons.Among them was a rune mage.

Twelve Castilian cavalry were recruited through Pedro's relationship.

Together with Youfu Ma, there are a total of seven professionals who have mastered extraordinary powers.

With this strength, it is enough to reach Chinon safely.

However, Youfu Ma still did not dare to be careless.

After analyzing the return route, Volga, who was familiar with the terrain and military, told Ma Youfu that if the English wanted to make a black hand, they would definitely be at the ferry where the Loire and Creuses meet.Because there, they had to give up the safe and fast waterway and disembarked for Chinon.

Calculate the time, we will arrive at the ferry tonight.

This will be the Englishman's best and last chance.

Because tomorrow along the river to the south, you will soon be able to enter the territory controlled by the king.

The abandoned Kanders Castle is the best place to spend the night.If it is in the wild, the wet and dirty environment, the cold weather in November, and the wandering beasts and undead are all very troublesome.

Therefore, the English are likely to ambush near the castle, waiting for Mayoufu and his party to settle in, and then launch an attack.

"Our safest course of action is to stay on the boat overnight. The three-meter-high side of the boat is a wall, and even if the English attack, they can be repulsed by the advantage of the location. Alternatively, a rider can be sent overnight to Chinon. Inform the king and send troops to meet us."

Youf Ma thought about it and accepted Volgar's suggestion.

He had never experienced a battle involving life and death in his previous life and this life. For the sake of safety, it would be best to arrive at Chinon without incident.

To increase combat experience, wouldn't it be better to start with the abuse of vegetables, why bother to provoke the enemy lurking in the dark?

"There is a situation!" Suddenly, the watching sentry shouted loudly.

The people on the boat immediately became alert, and Ma Youfu took Pedro, who was unable to tie the chicken, crouched down and hid behind the wine barrel.

Following the sentinel's direction, Ma Youfu saw that there were people moving in the forest by the shore.

Several ragged people rushed to the shore, and immediately waved and shouted after seeing the blue-backed golden iris flag flying on the boat.