"Bastard!" The guards beside the Duke of Aquitaine immediately drew their swords, "A declining nobleman dared to raise his sword to the Duke!"

"Get back, stupid dog." The Duke of Aquitaine glanced at the Guard, "This is not an ordinary declining nobleman, this is a declining nobleman who controls the army, a declining nobleman who has made contributions to the Count of the Isle of France. No one here deserves to talk to her except me!"

After drinking, the Duke of Aquitaine turned to Luka and said, "It seems that you are not in a good mood today. It doesn't matter. Our army is waiting outside. If you can't attack the Bastille, you can come to us at any time."

As he said that, he waved his hand and turned around and left with the guards.

"Stop, leave a finger before leaving!"

Luka unexpectedly swung his sword and rushed up. The guards of Duke Aquitaine were startled and quickly drew their swords to greet him. However, in the flash of lightning, a guard's index finger had been cut off by Luka. Luka succeeded in his attack and immediately retreated, flashing through all the other guards' attacks, and kicked an enemy who was chasing him to the ground.

"Now I only hold one finger." She drank, "Go ahead and I will take your Duke's head on your neck!"

The Duke of Aquitaine turned his hand with a dark face and stopped the guard who wanted to continue chasing.

"Miss Luka, you will suffer a great loss in your temper." He said, "I will remember this account first. Let us wait and see if you can conquer the Bastille."

Helping the injured guard up, the Duke of Aquitaine and his group left the besieged camp in anger.

Giles walked up with a wry smile.

"Luka, what you just did was too much."

"Over the fire? If outsiders are allowed to attack my soldiers at will, the army will be disastrous. So what about the nobles? The days when nobles bully civilians at will will not last long."

Luka helped the beaten soldier up and wiped the wound with a handkerchief.

"He laughed at me for not being able to attack the Bastille, so I insist on attacking him. I will send the order to attack the entire army and attack tonight!"

"Score a little soldiers guarding the direction of the Duke of Aquitaine." Gilles said, "I'm afraid he will suddenly attack our rear."

Luka nodded.

The news that the Bastille was attacked at night was sent to Versailles at a speed of 100,000. At that time, Mary was still in the reception room and negotiated with Alfred and Hestein. Upon hearing the news, she jumped up from her chair!

"If you don't go to bed at night, you actually have a night attack? Despicable and shameless! Despicable and shameless!"

Josephine ran out in a panic: "Miss, I'll prepare a carriage for you right away."

Alfred laughed.

"Let's do this, Miss Mary, you will slowly consider my proposal. Tonight, we will accompany you to the city wall first and get to know the enemy this time, how about it?"

"Don't include me in the only way," Hestein said coldly, "I will continue to sit here and see when the Count of Ile-de-France will come back."

In the Bastille, the torches under the city had already illuminated the night as bright as day. The soldiers of both sides who had been tired for a day climbed up again and launched a life-and-death battle on the giant-like city wall.

Luka, who issued this order, still stood under the city wall as usual, with a sword standing on the ground, looking at the entire battlefield.

"Is Giles my illusion? The enemy at night seems to be much looser than during the day."

"No, I also discovered that the enemies during the day can be called iron army, but the enemies now are no different from ordinary lord soldiers." Giles broke into doubt, "Is it the effect of a night attack? But this effect is too good."

While he was speaking, a soldier had already climbed onto the city wall. He was originally a farmer, but he followed Luka to fight and was now wearing a full set of armor stripped from the Almani army. He only persisted for more than ten seconds before he was stabbed from the city wall, but at this time, more and more comrades in the army had gained a firm foothold on the city wall.

Seeing this, Luka pulled the big sword out of the ground. Giles, who was beside him, looked at it and quickly stopped him, "Luka, don't be impulsive!"

"No, now is the best time!"

She held the big sword and rushed up, without using her hands to climb, and just stepped on the ladder and climbed the city wall. She cut the sword vertically, and an enemy was split in half from head to toe, and then waved it horizontally, and the three enemies in front were cut into two pieces.

The rebel army immediately became more powerful, and the morale of the defenders fell to the valley. Faced with Luka's attack, fleeing enemies appeared on the city wall.

"The whole army is pressing forward! Attack the city walls and gates!" Giles could only support Luka with orders below, "After Miss Luka's footsteps, we can win!"

Giles' original intention was to use crazy attacks to disperse the pressure on Luka's front, but Luka had already set off a bloody path among the enemy's clusters, killing the enemies on the city wall into a defeat!

"Follow me to put down the city gate!" She raised a fist in the sea of ​​blood, "Put all the friendly troops outside the city in!"

——"Under the holy sword, justice is!"

As a light shone across the audience, the fleeing enemy troops suddenly stopped in unison and turned around. Luka still slashed, and the enemy troops were still slashed in two pieces with one knife, but no one turned around and ran away again. The iron military discipline even made Luka think that he was cutting a wall of iron!

The soldiers from both sides of the enemy and us were lost one after another, and were supplemented by the soldiers in the back row one after another. The battle on the city wall once again turned into a fierce war of attrition. But at this point, Luka could choose only to continue attacking - until exhausted!

With a "date", her big sword was blocked for the first time. She then focused on the opponent standing in front of her. The attack she had just hit hard, but the person standing in front of her just slightly tilted the tip of the sword. Using the arc of the tip of the sword, she easily tilted her sword, without even using much strength.

She quickly retracted the sword and took a few steps back to pull away.

"Who are you?" she asked.

“Alfred.”

As he said that, Alfred turned the tip of his sword as if nothing had happened and continued to point at Luka.

"It turns out to be the Knights of Great Britain." Luka carefully changed his posture to test Alfred, "Why, are you in the same group as the Earl of Ile de France?"

"It seems you are the leader of this rebel army. I have heard of your name, Luca, right?" Alfred responded to Luca every move with caution. "Is it a group of people? It's hard to say now. I just want to ask you a question. Do you really think that by solving the Count of Ile de France, you can eliminate this plague?"

"Who knows." Luka replied indifferently, "Try it."

"Have you ever thought about it, what if you wronged someone?"
Chapter completed!