Gate of Apocalypse

[Two in One Chapter]

Chapter 225 [Your Name?

Three people were discussing, and suddenly, not far from the mercenary group camp, a group of soldiers came in line, the first wearing apparently different clothes from the others, a round cloak, a wide belt at the waist and a sword at the belt.

Most importantly, this guy also wears a pointed top round hat with a white feather inserted very well.

This is a typical medieval French costume for the finest. Based on the fact that the main battalion of the Norman family is in France, the colors of France in the Norman Legion are very intense.

The arrival of these groups immediately seemed to provoke disturbances in the mercenary group.

The guy with white feathers on his hat pulled out a parchment roll with high toes, coughed twice and started reading it out loud.

A number of mercenaries tried to get around but were brutally pushed away by the soldiers next to him, never letting anyone near the guy within two meters.

This brings us to the gap.

The soldiers were clearly regular Norman legions, wearing chest armor, lined with linen robes and better equipped with weapons, some with long-handled axes, but most with swords and shields.

In contrast, the men surrounding the mercenary regiment are a mob of mob.

Chen Xiaoliang and the three of them immediately got up and went with the flow of people.

The guy who read it out loud has almost finished reading the parchment.

Finally, he handed the parchment over to an officer like him, sweeping everyone with a gaze of scrutiny —— and he covered his nose with his hands, seemingly dissatisfied with the bad smell here in the mercenary camp.

“What happened?” Chen Xiaolian asked casually a strange mercenary around him.

The mercenary had only one eye and had a leather cover on his face. He looked a little harsh, but Chen Xiaocai's question was not answered by this guy, but he looked back at him, his eyes were cold, and he turned away.

“He's a mute. ”

A slender voice came from behind him, Chen Xiaoliang turned around and saw a thin guy with thin yellow hair, big head, thin neck, and a slightly thin body plate. However, a typical big nose of a Frenchman was grown.

“You are?”

“Rocket, from Nantes. But you don't have to remember my name. Everybody calls me Big Head.” Big head hips and hips: “And you? ”

“I... my name is Little Face. From…”

“Your hair is like those heathens.” Your head stared at Chen Xiaocai twice: “But your French is very standard. You're not a runaway, are you? I've never seen a free folk like you in skin and hair color. ”

Chen Xiaoliang immediately stared vigilantly at this head.

“Okay, relax, man.” Big head laughs: “Anyone in the mercenary corps has a fugitive and a robber. I knew a guy who was wanted by six different lords. ”

After a pause, his head looked at Chen Xiaocai: "Your nickname is Little Face? That's an interesting nickname, but your face is quite small. It's a little like my nickname. ”

Chen Xiaoliang couldn't resist, obviously this is a well-versed guy. He asked, "Can you ask what the guy said? ”

“Oh, he's Taylor. He's a waitress knight next to the Duke of Norman. We should have called his lord, but he would have been whipped.” His head pressed down, pointing to the guy with the hat in his feathers, and continued: “He's here to make an order. The Duchess is going to assemble a volunteer team of manpower components, presumably on some kind of combat mission. Pretty good condition to keep all loot without surrender. I think a lot of people are moving. ”

Chen Xiaoliang moved his mind and looked at this head: “Oh? Are you in the mood? ”

“Me?” The head laughed at itself: “I don't have that much skill. Dude, we are mercenaries, and in general, the higher the conditions, the more dangerous the fighting. My skills are ordinary. I came to fight just to get some money and hang out with everyone. I didn't really want to give my life here. ”

After a pause, his head approached Chen Xiaoliang and lowered his voice: “By the way, if you need anything here, you can call me... I mean, I can get some good stuff. For example... wine, you can get some meat and other things. I also know a pastor who accompanies you, if you are a devout believer, I can ask him to come and pray for you the night before the war, of course... you know those clergy are busy, so..."

Speaking, this guy was embarrassed to stretch out a few fingers and make a gesture.

Obviously, Chen Xiaoliang immediately understood the gesture.

“Thanks, I'll be sure to call you if I need you.” Chen Xiaocai patted this guy on the shoulder, then turned his head and looked at the tires and spare tires, giving them a look.

Both of them understood.

So the three men pushed forward in the crowd, and the muscular man with the tires opened the road, and he quickly smashed into the side of the crowd and squeezed to the front.

“Back off!! ”

A soldier from the Norman Legion threatened Chen Xiaolian and others with a long-handled axe.

“We sign up.” Chen Xiaoliang took the initiative to step back, but stared at the guy named Taylor Buddha and yelled.

Tyleford also saw Chen Xiaoli, but Chen Xiaoli's body was small and not very eye-catching, but the tires around him made Tyleford's eyes shine.

“Let them come.” Tyler Buddha waved.

Chen Xiaocai glanced at the soldier and looked at the other side to loosen his axe and took two steps.

“You should salute the Knight Master!” A soldier shoutely reminded.

Chen Xiaocai sighed and bent down.

“Are you mercenaries? Where'd it come from? Tatars? ”

Chen Xiaoliang did not speak.

“Well, I'm not interested in who you are. However, the Duchess said that anyone willing to sign up could enjoy a meal and a hot bath. You guys are lucky.” After a pause, Tyleford frowned a little, looked at Chen Xiaocai, and looked at the spare tire: “But we don't all want it. ”

“I'm good at it.” Chen Xiaoliang answered quietly and steadily.

“…” Taylor stood still and laughed hahaha.

It wasn't just him, the soldiers around him, the other mercenaries all laughed.

Chen Xiaocai's height is only 1 meters and 7 meters. Typical yellow people's bodyboards are naturally thin in white people.

Even that big head looks a little tougher than him.

“Can we play? We'll try you later. We'll talk about it after the selection. If you can really fight, I'll let you serve as my squire.” Taylor looked proudly at Chen Xiaolian, but when he looked at the tire, his eyes were much more satisfied: “This is not bad. ”

Despite the high prizes, as the brain said before, many mercenaries know that the better the conditions, the more dangerous the task.

So not as many people signed up as expected, and Taylor stood here for more than twenty minutes, and there were less than a hundred people in total.

This number clearly dissatisfies Taylor Buddha.

“Damn... I need at least 150 people, too few.” Tyleford whispered.

But he can't... his master, the Duke of William himself, can't afford any more money right now.

This guy pulls the Allies together with an empty cheque. The land of England, which had not yet been conquered, was offered.

This is almost the White Wolf Empty Glove method.

The Norman Legion, which maintains its own, has consumed the Duke's financial resources.

Not to mention the invasion of England by the army and the large sum of money paid to the Italian pirates, otherwise you will not be allowed to swim across the sea.

Tyler had no choice but to leave with this hundred depressed people.

Chen Xiaoliang and the three of them left together and were taken to the central area directly behind the wooden mansion.

Obviously, this is where the Norman Regiment is stationed, and the tents and order here look much better.

On a hillside, obviously, is the commander's tent. It just seems bigger.

Much better equipped soldiers, in stark contrast to the guys in those mercenary groups.

Such armor and weapons, Chen Xiaolian had seen many before in the exhibition hall of the Tower of London.

“Well, let's do the selection now. I don't want to be too weak. ”

Tyleford seemed a little sloppy, and he pointed his finger at Chen Xiaolian casually: "You! Tatars, didn't you say you were good at fighting? Then try it. If you're lying, I'll have you whipped and thrown out. ”

Chen Xiaoliang grinned.

He walked out unpolitely and stood on empty ground.

“Who wants to try it with him? Whoever beats this Tatar man, I give him a sheep's leg.” Tyleford said out loud.

The attractiveness of a sheep's leg is obviously not insignificant, and… compared to the deterrent that Chen Xiao Xiao showed in appearance, this danger is too little to mention - if it were a tire, it might be worth considering.

Tyleford's voice dropped, and a mercenary about the same height as Chen Xiaocai jumped out - although he was about the same height, the guy looked much stronger.

“Come on, boy! You are my lunch!!!” This guy grins, his teeth are flawed —— after all, in the Middle Ages, his teeth were knocked out in battle, but no dentist gave you a dental prosthesis.

As for the golden teeth used by noblemen, they can not be loaded by ordinary people.

The tire spare tire smiled and they took two steps back with their arms in their arms.

Are you kidding me? Chen Xiaolian, with a strengthened body, has at least a B + level of strength, you can drop an elephant with your bare hands!

You may not be able to deal with top experts like that, but put them in a pile of ordinary people, that's the template of the Jedi!

“I need a weapon.” Chen Xiaoliang suddenly said out loud.

He has a sword in stone, but that sword is not suitable to be taken out here.

“Damn, aren't you armed yourself? How did you get in here as a mercenary without a weapon?” Tyler was somewhat dissatisfied, but he tried to shut his mouth and said to the soldiers beside him: “Give him an axe. ”

What Chen Xiaolian was thrown at was an extremely crude axe.

The ax blade isn't metal, it's stone milled out.

It's just a wooden stick tied to it.

Chen Xiaocai didn't care. He weighed it in his hand.

“Kid, are you ready!!” The mercenary opponent seemed a little impatient, jumping anxiously, with a short handle of axe in his hand - at least metallic.

“Okay, so... let's get started. ”

Tyler fought boringly, he thought the battle was unmistakable...

However, just when he opened his mouth to beat the crap out of him, the look on his face suddenly felt like he had been punched hard!!

The mercenary waved his ax towards Tatar Boy, the next moment...

Boom!

A man flew straight out, even over Tyleford's head! Then he fell into the mud!

After this guy landed, he lay on the ground and cried, struggling but couldn't climb up.

Taylor stared wide-eyed and looked at this Tatar boy in front of him with astonishment.

“You…”

“Need to try again?” Chen Xiaolian casually axed the ground with a long handle.

Taylor froze for a moment and his eyes had changed. He sided and whispered to one of the soldiers beside him: “Try him… the two of you go together. ”

Two soldiers took off their helmets and walked up, one left and one right surrounding Chen Xiaocai.

Both had swords in their hands, one of them carrying a shield.

Tyleford cheered up and carefully stared at this Tatar boy...

……

“I think the location of the showdown can be chosen at…”

Among the large accounts, a young man dressed in noble clothing was spitting in his mouth and saying something out loud.

Poor ventilation in the tent, smells like animal skin.

For these aristocrats, however, they do not seem to care much.

And sitting on it, a guy with a beard, wearing a red robe, his figure was very tough, but he listened carefully, and he didn't care about the occasional spit in his mouth.

But at this time...

Boom!

The big tent approached the door, suddenly I didn't know what had broken in, smashed the tent doorway into a large chunk!

Seven or eight generals in the tent jumped up and brushed a few times. Several people had pulled out their swords and rushed to the bearded guy, shouting: “Protect the king!!!! ”

“What's going on!! ”

“Guards!!! ”

When the crowd saw it, they found this guy coming through the tent, a soldier dressed in a Norman army outfit!

The beard hummed, stood up and walked down, gently pushed away the officer who was drawing his sword to protect him, faintly: “Don't panic! This is our camp! I don't think anyone can stab me around my warriors! ”

Bearded headed out toward the tent, and the rest followed.

……

Just outside the tent, a few meters outside the hillside, Chen Xiaolei stood there. Seventy-eight soldiers had pulled out their swords and lifted their shields, and Tiger's eyes surrounded him.

Chen Xiaoliang frowned, but did not react, just turned his head and looked at Taylor Buddha.

“Knight Master, is this the prize of victory? ”

Taylor Fowler is already stuck.

He can already accept that this tartar may be able to fight... but I didn't expect him to hit this level!

Two heavily armed soldiers, also in their own right, very good hands, but only one photo was killed!

The one with the shield was slightly hit by this Tatar man, his body was like straw, even a man flew out with the shield.

And the soldier with the sword, he was caught by one of the other swordfighters, and he even took the sword and went straight out!

God, that's a person!!

Not a rabbit!!!

When the soldier was thrown out and dropped in the commander's large tent, Taylor Buddha finally reacted.

The soldiers responsible for guarding the large accounts have washed out and surrounded Chen Xiaolian. As long as Taylor gives a slight indication at this time, they intend to rush up and split the Tatar into pieces.

“Wait!! Don't do it!! ”

Taylor suddenly woke up, his eyes glowed with excitement, he jumped out yelling, his hat twisted, the white feather didn't know where it had fallen, and this guy rushed out.

“Don't hurt him! Don't do it! ”

Taylor Buddha had a fine light in his eyes.

At this point, he heard a familiar and imposing voice: "Taylor, please explain why a soldier flew into my tent? ”

Tyler turned around and saw the red bearded standing at the tent, his face white, bending down quickly.

“Duchess, Duchess! ”

The soldiers below turned around and bent over against the tent on the slope.

Tyleford ran up with his rolling belt and stuck it next to his beard. He whispered a few words, pointing to Chen Xiaolei and pointing a little.

The bearded eye also changed a bit.

He suddenly walked down.

He walked straight to Chen Xiaocai and measured this seemingly weak Tatar.

“How old are you? ”

“… eighteen years old. ”

“Know who I am?” The bearded frowned.

Chen Xiaoliang just bent over: “Duchess. ”

This bearded beard is undoubtedly the ancestor of the fairy voice, the founding monarch of the Norman dynasty, William I!

“Heard you could beat, beat three? ”

“Yes.” Chen Xiaolei raised his head.

William turned around, looked at the tent, and estimated the distance: “How far is it from the tent? Taylor? ”

“Yes…” Tyleford sweated, hurrying down, shouting: “Duchess, there are about fifteen steps. ”

“Fifteen steps? You can throw a person 15 steps away, you have a lot of strength.” William smiled and his eyes seemed very happy: “I've seen the best warriors I've ever seen, and I'm afraid I can't do that either. ”

He looked at Chen Xiaocai happily: "Tell me your name, Tatar! ”

“… I am not a Tatar.” Chen Xiaolian frowned.

“Oh? Then tell me where you are and what your name is.” William doesn't care.

Tyler immediately moved his eyes and quickly lost a look at Chen Xiaocai: “Tell me! The Duchess is here to reward you, you lucky bastard! ”

“... I...” Xiaolian Chen thought about it: "Duke, I come from far east, my hometown is called...

Demacia.

My name is Galen. ”

William Haha laughed: "Okay! Galen from DeMarcia! From now on, you are no longer a mercenary! You can enter the Norman Legion! If you excel in battle, I don't mind giving you the title of a knight after the war! I am the king of England, and this is God's power to me! ”

The tires and spare tires stood in the distance, the spare tires ripped the corners of their mouths and lowered their voices: “Boss... Galen of DeMarcia, the captain's name is too... by the way, do we have to make up a fake name too?

Or my name is Gavin. Your name is Zhao Xin. How about that? ”

“Fuck off, you're the fucking daisy letter! ”

“Hey, we're brothers, my mother is your mother. ”

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