The group of people followed Astolfo's guidance and headed northwest. They walked about three or four kilometers. Fujimaru Ritsuka's feet were sore from walking. Sakata Kintoki originally said that he would carry her, but he had already lost his heart towards the girl.
For Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was overwhelmed with choices - she chose Astolfo's Hippogriff without hesitation.
The Hippogriff did not take off, but just walked on the ground. Fujimaru Ritsuka lay on it, pressing his body hard into the soft Hippogriff feathers, showing an expression that was so sweet that it almost melted. Astolfo was in front.
Leading the eagle.
Yagi Xuezai suddenly thought of a Chinese classic, Journey to the West... Although he became interested in the four major Chinese classics because of "Water Margin", except for Dream of Red Mansions, which was really difficult to read, the other three
I have finished reading the original work.
This is like watching an anime and finding it good, then looking for the original light novel. After playing a game and feeling good, it’s normal to go back and read the original work - although the original work of Water Margin is different from the one in the game.
It's just completely different.
The place Astolfo found was a small camouflaged military camp.
This place is cleverly hidden on the back of a slightly raised hill. It is made of wooden sticks and wood chips tied with ropes, and then wrapped with grass, leaves, rattan and the like to create a simple disguise.
There were about thirty people inside, and most of them had injuries on their bodies. Everyone looked dejected. The high nose bridge and sunken eye sockets unique to foreigners, combined with the thin cheeks caused by mental stress, really looked like a skeleton.
There's a layer of crust on it, and it's not alive at all.
Some people were still wearing chainmail, some were wearing military uniforms, some were holding swords in their hands, some were holding muskets, and some were holding nothing. They hugged their knees and hid in the shadows of the corner without speaking.
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No matter how you look at it, it looks like a dejected army after a defeat. No matter how well it is armed, its morale is extremely chaotic.
In this era, France should have basically completed the transition of weapons, from a traditional cold-weapon army to a modern-style army dominated by muskets and cannons. Therefore, judging from the appearance of these people still holding spears and swords, they should be
When escaping, I frantically looked for something to defend myself.
"That one! Hello everyone~"
Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could decide what to do, Astolfo jumped to the entrance of the cave and greeted the soldiers on the opposite side in French.
When the soldiers saw someone coming in, they were all shocked. Some even cried, and some were trembling with their weapons. Even until Asltofo spoke French, the tension did not ease at all.
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After all, the woman who forced them into such a situation also spoke fluent French.
"Um? Everyone... hello?"
Seeing no response from anyone, Astolfo showed an even more relaxing smile on his face, waved his hands slightly, and walked inside in a familiar manner.
"Don't come over here!"
Probably these two steps entered the defensive line in everyone's mind. Someone couldn't hold it back and pulled the trigger. With a bang, the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air. It was originally a small camp, and as the air
The whole atmosphere suddenly became tense. The bullet hit Astolfo's body, and the impact knocked her staggering.
However, how could such an extremely mysterious lead shot harm a servant who was essentially a spirit? She patted her body and shook off the metal pieces that had been squeezed into thin sheets by the impact.
"Wow wow ah ah!!"
As soon as they saw an opponent who couldn't even be defeated with a musket, these soldiers immediately fell into a state of madness. Some of them clasped their hands together in trembling prayers, while others knelt down and shouted for mercy.
"Astolfo!"
Yagi Yukisai couldn't stand it anymore and hurried in. Mashu also protected Fujimaru Ritsuka and led everyone into this small camp.
This was good, so many people came in together, and there was a burst of crying in the camp, making it impossible to communicate properly.
It took a long time for everyone to make these frightened birds understand that they were not the enemy.
It has to be said that Niijima Yae's cold, business-like attitude, coupled with his quick treatment behavior - dressing the soldiers' wounds - played a considerable stabilizing effect, using personal actions to make the soldiers understand that he was not
Bad guy.
"Are you... really not... not the witch's helper?"
A man who looked more or less like an army officer asked.
He had been huddled in the corner and shaking, his eyes full of fear. However, he didn't panic when Astolfo came in before. Now, he is also taking the initiative to stand up and negotiate with Chaldea.
It can be seen that officers are slightly more imposing than ordinary soldiers.
"Witch?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't know why. She hadn't heard of any witches in the French Revolution.
After thinking about it, it seemed that the image of Catherine and the witch were more compatible, so I asked:
"Are you talking about the witch wearing a black dress, extremely white skin, and a black veil on her head?"
"No...it's a witch in black armor and riding a dragon..."
Before the officer finished speaking, just hearing these few descriptive words, the soldiers around him began to tremble uncontrollably.
"It's the Dragon Witch! It's Joan of Arc! You can't be wrong!"
"Yes, it's true! Joan of Arc really came back from hell! She came to seek revenge on France!"
"Ah ah ah, Lord... please forgive us ah ah!"
There were endless shouts and shouts like this, and the officer had a look of confusion on his brows, but he did not stop them.
It's very simple. In this current situation, it is useless to stop them. Even if you forcefully stop them and prevent them from talking, the seeds of fear have already been planted. In the current situation, it is only a matter of time before it takes root and grows out of control.
The water can be unstoppable. If it were ordinary times, he could still shoot one or two and use force to suppress the voice of fear. But now... Well, if he really did this, he would probably really do it.
There's no way around it.
"Dragon Witch...Joan of Arc?"
Matthew responded in confusion:
"Isn't Joan of Arc the saint who saved France? And... Joan of Arc is not from this era? She must have been dead for a long time... is she a Servant?"
Matthew, who knew something about history, immediately discovered the core of the problem. However, before the officer could answer, Arash drew his big bow with a solemn expression. He aimed at the distant sky and flew from the end of the field of vision.
A batch of black spots.
"Something is coming. There are about twenty of them. They should be wyverns. Subspecies of dragons."
"Dragon? Ahhhhh! Help!!! Run ahhhhh!"
As soon as they heard about the dragon, all the French troops were in a panic, even the officers. Everyone panicked and picked up their weapons, picked up a handful of rations and ran away.
"Senior! Please give instructions!"
Ma Xiu said anxiously. From the gap in the shield, Fufu also made a loud noise to express her approval.
"I know! Everyone, protect the French army! In short, repel this wave first!"
"No problem, at this time, just leave it to me, the archer..."
Before Arash could finish speaking, Astolfo smiled and said, "It's all up to me! Let's go! Hippogriff!"
With that said, he made a small jump and ran up the back of his friend. With a command, the huge monster instantly rose into the air and responded to the flying dragon army.