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Although these protective gears are not as good as Gerard Chevalier, they are also excellent equipment that ordinary farmers cannot imagine.Take Nobleva for example.People searched the whole village, but only found a few rusty swords and two pieces of rusty armor, which seemed shabby in their hands.

The bandits, robbers, and goblins wandering in the woods are not much stronger in this respect.In terms of protection, they can sew a few pieces of broken iron on their bodies at most, and in terms of weapons, they can only obtain hunting bows, pitchforks, sickles, and old knives and swords that the ghost has turned several hands.

To deal with such rubbish opponents, armed riders don't even have to dodge, just rush over.Half of them were armed with spears and wore light helmets with protective coverings; the other half had iron-armed crossbows on their backs with open helmets suitable for aiming.In a real battle, the two groups cooperate with each other, and a single charge can defeat ten times as many thieves, and the loss they pay is at most a few cuts on the mount, and the armor on the person’s body may even be scratched. will not have.

Little Albert dares to bet that as long as these armored cavalry are there, the morale of the militia and the villagers will never collapse, because he himself is the best example.[No matter which enemy is coming.He spit out a squishy saliva on the ground, with excitement, he looked at the smoke and dust on the road reluctantly:

[They are destined to be unlucky this time.Look at these samurai!Our fearless warrior!With them, what battle can't be won?!

Little Albert was so excited that he completely threw Raymond Janek aside, no matter how the opponent called, he just refused to agree.His partner is still like this, let alone the others:

Lucien took François, marking the trap, and trying to talk with the militiamen around him; Isabella Gaspar put down the wooden hammer on the stake, and was as happy as a six-year-old girl. , Bounce around the Zhaimen."This is my Mr. Chevalier! My heroic master of the village!" Maybe because she was too happy, she sang her brother out of tune, and even dragged a militia-soldier guy to force that person. Dance with her.

The neglected fat waiter sat on the ground and complained for a long time, but everyone else was busy, and none of them took care of him.After begging for his ignorance, he could only be sad and angry, staring and grunting, and got up from the turf without anger."Let's see! Daydream!" Raymond Janeck flung his sleeves, yelling at the young Albert and also demonstrating to Lucien, Isabella and others:

"The majestic one is Gerard Chevalier, not you! Get intoxicated, continue to indulge! I am different from you, and there are sacred duties that must be fulfilled. I am going to help the refugees in front, and I want them to feel the above The warm aura of a bit, go, this is gone!"

After saying this, Raymond Janek actually turned 180 degrees and walked towards the refugee team on the ramp.Although he turned his head as he walked, he was slower than the tortoise, making it clear that he was waiting for someone to stay.

Little Albert was too lazy to act with him, picked up the basket and continued to help Lucien transport soil, by the way, dreaming of the next battle in his heart.[At that time, you can definitely see the armored cavalry charge.As the bard often sings, the brave and fearless cavalry charge.Last time, the soldiers hacked to death 20 orcs. This time, I don’t know how many thieves will be killed—]

"Jesus-Christian Governor!"

The waiter's scream suddenly sounded from the east.Accompanied by the sound of "plops" on the bottom."Come here quickly. Come here soon!" His voice was crying, as if he had just been beaten up, with purple packets all over his head:

"Albert! Elizabeth! Old man! Blue Fingers! It's incredible, it's incredible! I'm telling you, I'm with you-it's amazing!!"

This call like a pig slaying led all eyes near the gate of the village.As a work partner, little Albert only felt feverish on his face, and he wished to uncover the trap lid and stuff Raymond into it."Okay, don't howl!" He threw the basket to the ground and hurried to the fat waiter following the safe passage marked by Lucien:

"You are three years older than me, can you stop learning from kids and make trouble? Didn't you hear from the village owner? All are refugees, only refugees @, still howling! If you have the courage, just come with me to help, no courage , Then go back and move the soil, what a big deal!"

He walked out of the trap area angrily, getting closer and closer to the waiter sitting on the ground.The refugee team coming down from the slope has also become more and more obvious in the field of vision.Their scale is quite large, definitely more than a hundred people, dozens of families are sitting in cars, or driving cattle, and they all have lights in their hands.

This group of refugees does not lack light, and torches and lanterns can also provide enough heat, but the atmosphere of the entire team is even more gloomy than the dark clouds of a blizzard.[No way, I'm having a good time at home, and I'm suddenly forced to leave the village by thieves. Who can feel better?

Little Albert was full of sympathy for them.But the more he watched, the more he felt something was wrong, and he always felt that there was a... an inexplicable sense of familiarity.When he walked to Raymond Janeck, this familiarity had turned into a strong anxiety, because he was almost certain that there must be someone he knew on the carriage at the front of the team.[And it's the people who are closest to me in this world.How did they get here?Why are they here?

"Father? Mother"

Little Albert waved his right arm and shouted tentatively.He doesn't expect a response from the other person, and is even afraid of responding from the other person, but in this world, it is often what he is afraid of.As soon as he heard his call, there was a commotion in the carriage. One of the two persons in charge of driving the carriage gave the whip to his companion and hurriedly jumped onto the road.

"Alber?" The man shook his arm and shouted tentatively, probably because of surprise, there was even a trill at the end of the sentence:

"It's really you? Why are you not in the village? Why are you not hiding in the village? Why, why did you come here?"

Little Albert almost fainted on the spot.When he came back to his senses, he found that he was rushing forward regardless, wishing to plunge into the light."Father. Father!" He yelled, running wildly, tears pouring out of his eyes like a stream, making his vision hazy:

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with the village?! Where's the mother? Where's the second brother? What's the younger sister? What's going on here, what's going on — ah?!"

Because he was running too fast, when he was about to reach the slope, he accidentally kicked a stone and almost flew out flat.