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"Why was the army besieged? I am afraid that only the one above knows the answer to the question." The village priest fiddled with the rose rosary, his face getting stinky:

"Don't ask, Lu Meng's boy. Since Big Bear has assigned you a job, then continue to do it. I will also bring the lambs into the village. I don’t have time to stay here. After daybreak, see what happens. Go ahead."

"It's probably going to be terrible." The timing of Pevy McTaf's answer was seamless, almost intentional.He raised his tired eyes, and after taking a rough look at Little Albert, he suddenly shook his head in pain and took off his left glove:

"Child, Uncle Mike is not trying to scare you, but you really have to be careful. It's not just you, we all have to be careful. Although the village burner is not an orc, he is much more fierce than the green-skinned barbarians, really. Okay, the fourth oldest of the Holler family, an uncle of the village chief, Edmund who helped in the oven... they were hacked to death, they were hacked to death on the spot!"

Little Albert's brain buzzed, and his thinking stopped.He didn't speak back, his tongue was like a bumblebee sting, and it suddenly expanded several times, his eyes were firmly fixed, and only McTuff's left hand was in his vision.

The big hand with thick joints that can calm the cow instantly is now wrapped in countless times by the linen bandage, and it has become immobile; the blood stains ooze out of the gray cloth strips and spread into dark stains, as if telling the wounds below. How deep and how fierce the enemy wielding the sword is.

[If I was cut by a sword, or stabbed by a spear, or shot by an arrow.Little Albert walked forward in a daze, holding Uncle Mike's handicapped left arm.[Then I will definitely hurt more.If the lead bullet of the matchlock gun is hit, it will be directly——and directly——]

At this moment, he finally realized that fact.The fact that he had already realized it, but was exiled to the depths of his consciousness:

The shiny armor and the heroic charge are just the glorious surface of the war.Death and bloodshed are the fertile ground for it to thrive and endure.Now, this terrifying monster that devours human life has indeed come before him.

A few hours later.Kotweimel Dongzhai Gate.

After overnight repairs, this planned village, which has not been under siege for many years, has taken on a new look.Huzhai trench is no longer a stinky mud ditch filled with rubbish, but a depth of more than five law feet. It is protected by a parapet and back wall, and has strong fortifications for the garrison of civilians and soldiers in the town. The walls are also painted wet. The mud can prevent the enemy from climbing on the one hand. More than a dozen rope ladders hang down from the top of the wall, which can not only send troops to support quickly, but also respond to the retreat of the defenders outside the village if necessary.

The Dongzhai Gate has been completely blocked, and most of the bridge deck has been removed from the suspension bridge. Outside the door leaf covered with iron leaves, there are dozens of large and small bags of soil piled up, and there is no problem blocking the bow.The two gates to the north and the west were also blocked according to the same standards. Only the south gate was half open so that the villagers and refugees who were busy with their work could go back to the village and take refuge.

Little Albert did not go with them.Before sunrise, he finished his work and returned to the planning village before closing the door.But he did not, like other women and children, got into the church to seek asylum from the priest, nor did he learn from his second brother to join the handyman team in the central square.The youngest son of Lu Meng's family insisted on staying at Dongzhaimen, and had to climb up the wall, and refused to listen to any persuasion.

"I want to stay here!" When the sun first came out, he used to face the dazzling sunlight and generously addressed Gerard Chevalier himself:

"I want to see with my own eyes which bastard burned the village! If he dares to rob my house, I dare to stab him in the stomach, just to let these bandits know that some people here are not afraid of them!"

After hearing this, the village owner praised him greatly.In addition to verbal praise, Gerrard also gave extra benefits. First, he arranged a veteran bodyguard for Albert, and then ordered the armed rider to run back to the private house and took out a set of well-maintained cloth that happened to fit the child. A,

When doing these things, Gerard Chevalier had no intention of avoiding the crowd.In fact, he deliberately gathered the surrounding civilians-soldiers and villagers, and acted out in front of them."This was used to practice swords with my noble son when I was a child." The planning village owner, who was wearing the whole body, handed the cloth faceplate to the Lu Meng family boy, his expression was more solemn than the priest doing the Mass:

"Now, it's over to you. Put it on, brave child, put it on, and witness our glorious victory here! Remember, don't take risks easily, don't blindly chase the enemy. Promise me, the enemy After you flee, you must stand under the flying battle flag and return the armor to me unscathed!"

Little Albert's answer was very brief, with only the word "understand".The adults who watched the excitement were so moved that they took off their hats and paid tribute to the boss of Gerald, "Hurray!", "Victory!!!", "Don't retreat!!!", shouting slogans like waves.

The village owner drew out a half-hybrid sword and bowed back to them with grace.His performance was so successful that not only the morale of the defenders of Dongzhai Gate was greatly increased, but he also got great satisfaction.As for Albert, there was indeed a little excitement, but only a little excitement.Ever since I saw the refugees in Noblewa Village, I was so pleased with this emotion, I have never had any chance with him.

The veteran who was left to take care of Albert was sensitively aware of this mood.But he didn't understand this at all, and he actually pretended to be a teacher and directly taught the Lu Meng family boy."You kid, don't you know something? Raise your arm, your left arm, your left!" He raised the cloth visor that looked like a vest, and looked at the size of Little Albert while chattering in his mouth.

"This armor came from the Castle Armory. You understand, Lord Duke's Armory! You are a pig-driving kid who can wear the old protective gear of the village lord. Think about how great this is. Okay, both arms Lift it up and I will put it on for you. This thing is easy to wear, and things that protect the chest and back are easy to wear... Hey, I said, what's the matter with you, can't you squeak?"

"My son is irritated. I am irritated." Hubert Lumen poked his head out of the wooden ladder, barely squeezing a smile on his face:

"Last night, three people were hacked to death in the village. There are acquaintances in my family who have been dealing with. His uncle was also injured, not his uncle, but my good friend, and his left hand was chopped to the bone. The child still met for the first time. It’s this scene, that’s why--it’s the reason--sir, how about a piece of salted fish?"