Chapter 955 The Protestants Come

Never underestimate the destructive power of a woman, especially if she is already crazy!

After defeating Bran's reinforcements and winning a key battle. ? The Bran army, which was retreating continuously, was horrified to find that the already unstoppable gray army seemed to be even more crazy...

Attack from all directions, appearing and disappearing. Frequent lightning raids, once successful, without looking at the results or cleaning the battlefield, they continued to rush forward, chasing after each other... In just a few days, the gray-clothed army carried a domineering power that swept thousands of miles like a tiger, and occupied dozens of people like locusts crossing the border. Towns, wantonly sweeping the army across all directions!

Not only was the pace accelerating, but what was even more frightening was that this gray-clothed army suddenly changed its demeanor from the king's division in the past and became more bloodthirsty and manic. Once entering the battlefield, as long as there is an enemy soldier standing in the field, there are only charging horns and no drums for retreating troops. No matter whether the other party threw down their weapons and surrendered, no matter whether the other party knelt down and begged for mercy... the only thing they could receive was a knife to the head and a simple bow.

Kill - kill - kill -

There was no need for trophies, no prisoners of war, and no need for rest... The gray-clothed army, which was red-eyed with killing, was like a heavy tank charging at high speed, crushing Bran's army to pieces and crushing them alive. A road of flesh and blood comes. Our side couldn't stop at this time. The officers conveyed the military orders and the soldiers were responsible for killing the enemy. The division of labor was clear. The top and bottom formed a battle rope and were completely controlled by the frosty figure on the chariot. He could hit wherever he pointed. Wreak havoc on Si Fang!

This abnormal situation is undoubtedly extremely dangerous, not only for Bran's army who retreated in fear, but also for the Gray Army itself. Throughout the millennium war history of the mainland. There is no such arrogant army. There are no such crazy tactics.

Just one mistake. If it fails, this high-speed chariot is in danger of losing control and collapsing.

But the fact is that after half a month, no matter how General Bran, who saw this, planned to stop him, he would eventually fall under the rolling wheels one after another and be mercilessly run over! The frosty-faced figure controlling the chariot seemed like an emotionless machine. Tireless, without mistakes, and despairingly accurate!

This is a non-mainstream crazy battle, and it is also a ruthless revenge from a woman on the verge of madness——

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Just when the Gray Army was unleashing a bloody storm in the northern hinterland of Bran, on the eastern coastline, our Tang En children's shoes, who had watched the ebb and flow of the sea for a whole month, finally successfully controlled the internal and external injuries and were able to Walking around normally like ordinary people.

This is a miracle worthy of celebration. You must know that Wooding and Bamutu, who were equally injured, were currently in bed for a long time and dying; the other was hiding in the dark, licking his wounds. Can't see anyone at all. Not to mention wandering around.

Of course, being able to move around means that Tang En's time to leave here is not far away. It’s not that I don’t want to rest again. After all, his injury is not completely healed, at least not in terms of strength. But Tang En knew better that he had disappeared for such a long time, and it was still unclear what kind of chaos the outside world would be like, especially where it was difficult to explain to Joshua and Lansha...

However, before Tang En could find a chance to say goodbye, the little nun finally came to her door after worrying about the trouble for half a month...

In fact, there was a sign, especially when the news came a few days ago that the forces coming to aid the temple were wiped out overnight in a small city dozens of miles away, Tang En had a premonition. It's just that the little nun was still lucky, thinking that this was not an important place for them... Well, the key point is that this church is too shabby and the incense is not prosperous. Maybe the Protestants will not like it?

It's a pity that what is supposed to come will still come...

At noon, Tang En was imitating the old butler, lying on a hand-made wicker chair in the courtyard with squinted eyes, lazily basking in the sun and smelling the smelly sea breeze, when the little nun hurried in as if there was a fire and screamed in shock. Call,

"Arthur—Arthur—they're coming, they're coming—"

"Huh? Who's here?" After staying here for such a long time, Tang En has become accustomed to the little nun's sudden and sudden behavior. He asked casually with a calm expression, while opening his eyes helplessly, watching the little nun running around in the courtyard like a headless fly, looking for something, then his eyes lit up, and he went straight to the corner of the courtyard wall to pick up her practice The wooden stick, which was more than half a month old, rushed out of the courtyard like putting out a fire without looking back, and his voice came back far away,

"Those bad guys... leave quickly, I'll go rescue Uncle Mason... Oops!" There was a pop, and he exclaimed in surprise. Well, it must have been a fall...

After being slightly stunned, Tang En grinned when he realized who those bastards were referring to: "To save others like this... Tsk, how loyal." He shook his head and touched the green material wicker chair under his hand, "What a pity. As soon as you are built, you will be cheaper than others."

He got up, returned to the house, tidied up, then closed the wooden door and walked slowly towards the main hall in front of the church.

The church is built on a cliff next to the fishing village. It occupies a small area. Usually, unless it is a weekend prayer meeting, no one comes up. In this way, when Tang En walked outside the front hall and saw two knights in light armor guarding the door, the identity of the other party was naturally self-evident.

Before entering, a high-pitched scream belonging to the little nun first came from the hall,

"Let's go, you are not welcome here, leave now -"

"I don't care what you want to do here. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude——"

"Cindy, who asked you to come, put down the stick!"

"Siying, it's Siying. Uncle Maison, don't be afraid of them...I tell you, I'm going crazy even if I'm afraid of myself. Don't force me - ah ah ah -"

"Well……"

Screams and shouts, mixed with the sound of waving wooden sticks and whirring wind, you can tell what kind of chaos the hall is now without even looking.

Looking at the two Protestant knights beside the door whose eyes were twitching slightly, Tang En held his forehead and walked quickly to the main hall. The two Protestant knights looked at Tang En, and they didn't know whether they thought it was unnecessary or didn't care, but they didn't stop Tang En from entering.

When he walked into the hall, he saw a little nun guarding a middle-aged man like a little tigress. The only priest here, Maissen, had his eyes closed, and the wooden stick was dancing in a fan shape, whistling in the wind. The two strangers, who were wearing plain robes, pressed their palms against each other, making them laugh and cry and move back.

"Don't get me wrong, Sister Cindy, we just want to ask a few questions..."

"Cindy, don't be ridiculous..."

"Siying! My name is Siying!!!"

"Uh...Okay, Sister Siying. Can you put the sticks away first? We have no ill intentions, at least not for the time being..."

"Don't listen, don't listen! Let's go - you guys should leave now -"

The little nun who had heard many mixed rumors about Protestantism would never believe these two people easily. He only wanted to protect Father Mason, who was named Uncle behind him, but was actually no different from his father, and get rid of the gang of bad guys in front of him.

This is of course just wishful thinking. Not to mention that these two Puritans in plain robes are not low in strength. It is not difficult for ordinary adult men to control the little nun who is flailing wildly.

After several attempts to negotiate to no avail, one of the middle-aged Puritans frowned slightly, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, intending to grab the flurry of wood first. But just when he raised his arm, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and pressed lightly on his wrist.

Startled, the middle-aged Puritan who didn't notice anyone approaching suddenly turned his head and saw a smiling face appearing in front of him, "Sorry, sorry. This child can't bear to hear others call her Cindy, and she goes berserk as soon as she hears it. Haha. , funny..."

While laughing, he grabbed the swinging stick at his side without looking back, "Okay, Cindy. Everyone here is a guest, let's see what they say first. If you are not satisfied, it's not too late to use more tricks."

The wooden stick was restrained, and Father Mason quickly reached out to grab it from behind the confused little nun. Tang En let go of it, and the wooden stick was thrown aside.

After coming back to her senses, the little nun suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at Tang En with incomprehensible grief and anger: "Arthur, you are in the same group as them, ouch..."

Bang, he slapped the little nun on the forehead with a grin, "You guys, go and pour two cups of tea." Covering her forehead, the little nun subconsciously responded, her palm-sized face full of grievance and confusion.

"Your Excellency, is he also a clergyman here?" The middle-aged Puritan who had his wrists held down before looked Tang En up and down with a somewhat wary look.

"Me? I was passing by." Tang En smiled and put his arm around the little nun's shoulders, "But now I'm considered to be with her."

…………(To be continued...)