The panic seemed to turn into a visible curtain, covering everyone around the Earl of France. Before the Count of France could order, the group of swordsmen from Antilia had already begun to flee around.

"What are you running? Escape here, aren't you going to slaughter?"

The Earl of France shouted loudly and at the same time imparted Zeus' protection to everyone. Under the influence of magic, everyone's emotions became a little more stable, but they heard the Earl of France continue to shout:

"Are you all practicing sword skills in vain? You can't beat others on the city wall, can't you do it on the flat ground? The enemy takes the initiative to leave the fortress, and this is the best time for us to counterattack. We must take this opportunity to kill the enemy!"

Everyone's momentum rose.

Having said that, just by listening to the sound from afar, the Count of France knew that there were many cavalry among the enemy. These people were swordsmen with swords. If they started a conflict with the enemy's cavalry on the flat ground, they would suffer heavy casualties. He looked around and finally locked his eyes on a slightly raised hill: "Go to that high ground first and fight the enemy's cavalry there!"

The mountain bag is not high and does not have much effect of stopping cavalry, but staying on it can give you some comfort in your heart.

The troops retreated to the high ground urgently. Along the way, the Earl of France kept listening to the sound of horse hooves behind. He could not see many things clearly in the darkness, but he could judge the distance between the two sides by his voice. If the sound of horse hooves was too close, or the frequency suddenly increased, he had to give up the plan of withdrawal and let the troops turn around and fight immediately.

Fortunately, such a thing did not happen. The enemy did not seem to find the exact direction of their retreat. The sound of horse hooves not only did not approach, but gradually became sparse.

Standing on the high ground, the Count of Ile de France closed his eyes and listened to the changes in the sound of horse hooves. The sound gradually became denser, which meant that their orientation had been locked. Not long after, the sound of horse hooves also came from the left and right sides, which meant that they were surrounded.

But these cavalry did not rush up directly, but monitored them from afar. After a while, a series of torches appeared in his sight like dozens of fire snakes and swam towards the mountain. Looking at the number of people, there were as many as thousands!

"This really respects us."

The Count of Ile de France cut his finger with his sword and sucked a mouthful of blood flowing out of it. When necessary, he would sprinkle blood on the enemy, launching a raid on the enemy's lord like he did in the Principal of Brittany. He knew that the Duke of Aquitaine was not here, and the enemy's lord was mostly just a small lord who stayed in Paris. Even if he could catch it, it would be impossible to exchange him for Mary. He was ready to exchange himself for Mary, but to reach this deal, he had to prove to the enemy that he was not so easy to be killed by them!

They were soon surrounded. But as before, the enemy did not launch an attack immediately. After a while, the enemy in front dispersed and four horse-riding people walked out of them, as if they were about to come up to ask them. The Earl of France knew that there was a high probability that there would be an enemy's general. At the same time, he also knew that this was the best time to launch a raid!

"No matter what the enemy asks, you all say wait, your lord is coming."

After giving such instructions, he lay down and used the cover of the night and grass to quietly approach the enemy below.

From below, the enemy's question came: "Whose troops are you?"

——"Wait, our lord is coming!"

Taking advantage of the time of both sides' Q&A, the Count of Ile de France quickly walked through the grass.

"I ask whose troops you are! Do you still need your lord to answer this kind of question?"

——"Wait, our lord is coming!"

The other party's tone obviously became a little impatient. After all, it was not fast enough to crawl down the mountain. The Count of Ile de France took the risk and rolled straight down the mountain.

The plants and trees showed a series of abnormal movements, but fortunately the enemy did not notice them.

"Why are you not in Paris, but outside Paris?"

——"Wait, our lord is coming!"

"Bastard! I'll ask you the last time - which lord's unit are you? If you don't answer, we will immediately launch an attack!"

The Count of Ile de France rolled to the bottom of the mountain! The violent sound finally attracted the attention of the other party. The Count of Ile de France felt pain everywhere, but he didn't care about these things. A carp started to bounce, drew out his sword and rushed towards the four knights!

"I'm already here!"

He yelled and ran forward wildly. At the same time, the four knights appeared clearly in front of him:

The first knight rode a white horse, light armor, and a longbow in his hand.

The second knight rode a red horse, loudly armor, and carried a big knife.

The third knight rode a dark horse, said to a commoner, and held a balance in his hand.

The fourth knight was riding a pony, wearing a blue dress, looking at the Count of Ile de France who was rushing towards her with his sword, his eyes were shocked and surprised.

The sword in the hands of the Count of Ile de France fell to the ground with a "ding bell". It was no one else, but the princess of Navarre, Simena.

"Calorin? Is it you? Is it really you?"

Simena flipped off the short horse and threw herself into the arms of the Count of Ile de France.

The Count of Ile-de-France heard her sob:

"Calorin...I thought I would never see you again."

The red sword, white bow, and black scale jumped off the horse and saluted the Earl of Ile de France.

Red Knife first raised his head and said, "Consul! We have transferred troops from Burgundy. I heard that Paris is going to push you to the guillotine after the public trial. We are preparing to attack Paris and rescue you!"

"We are afraid that there is too late to go to help, so Xingye rushed to help and marched for three days." Hei Tianping said, "I'm sorry, the princess. She has never been passing by like this. I asked her to rest behind her, but she refused and insisted on following us."

"I'm afraid I'll never come to you again if I'm afraid I'll see you again." Simena wiped the tears in her eyes, "You're okay, it's so good, it's so good."

The Count of Ile de France didn't know what to say, so he could only pat Simone on the back with comfort.

"So, consul, what's going on in Paris' public trial?" Bai Gong asked, "How did you escape alone?"

The Count of Ile de France's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Those who were locked in... weren't me from the beginning."

"I lied to Mary and said that I had killed the princess of Navarra. She believed it...and was willing to go to jail for me."

"I lied to her kindness...I'm just a liar...I'm a bastard...maggot!!!"

"I... maybe I shouldn't have kept going on."

He shook his body and pushed Simena's body away.
Chapter completed!