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Volume 2: Laiyan Rebellion Chapter 955: The arrival of the Protestants

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

    After defeating Bran to reinforce the army and winning a key battle.  Bran's 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 is the pace accelerating, but what is even more frightening is that this gray-clothed army suddenly changed its former demeanor as a king's division 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¡ª¡ªKill¡ª¡ªKill¡ª¡ª

    There was no need for trophies, no prisoners of war, or even 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 path 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.  Wreaking 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 thousand-year war history of the mainland, there has never been such an arrogant army or such crazy tactics.

    Just one mistake and one defeat.  This high-speed chariot is in danger of losing control and collapsing.

    But the fact is that it takes half a month.  No matter how General Bran, who saw this, planned to block the attack, he would eventually fall under the rolling wheels one after another.  Run over mercilessly!  The frosty-faced figure controlling the chariot is like an emotionless machine, tireless, without mistakes, and so precise that it makes people despair!

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

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    While the Gray Jie Army set off a burst of blood in the northern hinterland of Bran, the oriental coastline, we looked at Tang En children's shoes with a tide tide in January.  Finally, he successfully controlled the internal and external injuries and was able to walk around normally like ordinary people.

    This is a miracle worthy of celebration. You must know that Wooding and Bamutu, who were equally injured, were on the bed for a long time and dying; the other was hiding in the dark, licking his wounds.  I couldn't see anyone at all, let alone wander around.

    Of course, being able to move around means that Tang En will not be far away from leaving here.  It's not that he doesn't want to recuperate, 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

    but.  Before Tang En could find a chance to say goodbye, the little nun worried about the trouble for half a month and finally came to her door

    In fact, there are signs.  Especially a few days ago, when the news came that in a small city dozens of miles away, the forces coming to aid the temple were wiped out overnight, 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 slightly fishy sea breeze.  The little nun rushed in as if on fire, screaming.

    "Arthur - Arthur - they are coming, they are coming -"

    "Huh? Who is 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."

    Get up and return to the house to collectAfter a moment, he immediately 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¡ª¡ª¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t care what you want to do here, if you don¡¯t leave, don¡¯t blame me for being rude¡ª¡ª¡±

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

    "Siying, it's Siying. Uncle Mason, don't be afraid of themI tell you, I'm afraid even myself when I go crazy, don't force me - ah ah ah -"

    "Well¡­¡­"

    Screams and shouts, mixed with the sound of waving wooden sticks and whistling 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 you walk into the hall, you will see a little nun guarding a middle-aged man like a little tigress. The only priest here is Mason, with his eyes closed, and the wooden stick is 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!!!"

    "UhOkay, Sister Siying. Can you put the sticks away first? We have no ill intentions, at least for the time being"

    "Don't listen, don't listen! Leave - you guys leave now -"

    After listening to a lot of nuns about the rumors of the true and false of the new religion, how can he easily believe in the two.  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 and stepped forward to grab the flurry of wood sticks.  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 wooden stick at his side without looking back, "Okay, Cindy. Everyone who comes 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 from behind the little nun to grab it. Tang En let go of it, and the wooden stick was thrown aside.

    When she came 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, slap on the little nun's forehead, "You guys, go and pour two cups of tea." Covering her forehead, the little nun subconsciously responded, her 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 at Tang En up and down, his eyes a little wary.

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

    ¡­¡­¡­(To be continued)
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