A fierce battle was taking place on the suspension bridge. Whether it was the siege or the defender, they were all red in their eyes. Blood was splattering in the sky, and the falling corpses lay under the suspension bridge. The Earl of France personally led the group of Antillian swordsmen to fight to the front. At this close-killing place, the martial arts of these swordsmen finally played a role, and under the protection of Zeus, their strength went further. All kinds of dazzling and breathtaking actions were sent out by them like wholesale. The rebel army composed of peasants was no match for the enemy at all, and the battle loss ratio between the two sides had reached more than nine to one.

However, despite this, the front line was stalemate. Reinforcements continued to arrive, and some people fell down, and some people stepped forward. Under Luka's leadership, the group of farmers seemed to be crazy, guarding this line of defense.

"Get out of here quickly! I don't have time to spend with you here!"

"Get out of the way? No one can get through here!"

Luca and the Earl of Isle of France competed with sword skills. She had given up the short sword she used to dodge on the city wall and replaced it with the thick iron sword like a door panel. Every time she waved it, it was a whirring sound of wind. A large circle of people around could not approach, and only the Earl of Isle of France could make an effective counterattack against her in between.

At first glance, the Earl of France was at a disadvantage. But anyone with a discerning eye knew that Luca's offensive looked powerful, but in fact he was quickly overdrawing his physical strength. The Earl of France's action of avoiding her offensive became lighter and lighter, and the number of counterattacks was gradually increasing. If this continues, Luca will fall down shortly after not long.

But Simena obviously does not belong to the "savvy person". She saw that the Earl of Francis dodged Luka's attacks with a slight difference, and was extremely anxious. She shouted in front of her: "White Bow, why don't you go and support your consul!"

The white bow was killing the archer on the city wall. Hearing Simena's shout, he glanced at the front line, then turned around and said to Simena, "Princess, don't worry, the consul has an advantage!"

"Calorin is in a hurry to save his sister! Let him waste his time on the front line, so he may not be sure to do anything dangerous! Find a way to kill that female swordsman!"

"That's right. This is indeed something the consul can do."

Bai Gong nodded his head, then quickly adjusted the direction of the bow and shot an arrow. The bow passed through the bodies of the two defenders in a row, and the red swords in front of the two defenders turned their heads angrily and shouted: "Bai Gong, why are you doing robbing my head?"

"Idiot, go and help the consul." Bai Gong shouted, "Fake that female swordsman first!"

When Hongdao turned his head, he saw that the Earl of France was fighting hard, and immediately turned around and waved his big knife and slashed all the way. Baigong silently used the bow to treat several defenders who wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack on the back of Hongdao.

With a "date", the red sword and Luka's sword collided. These two heavy weapons made both sides' bodies slightly frozen, and the Earl of Ile-de-France took the opportunity to rush forward, and a sword passed through the gap in the armor, slashing Luka!

"I haven't lost yet!"

Luka knelt on the ground, put his sword body in front of him as a shield, and struggled to support the attack of the Red Sword and the Earl of France. As soon as her sword stopped, soldiers from both sides rushed forward to fight. The farmers were not opponents of Antillian swordsmen, and were soon killed and exposed Luka's sideways!

"No one can pass here!"

Luka shouted violently, crawled up with blood all over his body, waved his sword again as before, forcing the enemy around him back again!

Her wound was further torn apart due to violent movements, and the blood turned into a trickle. Even the Red Knife cursed: "Crazy!"

With a "swoosh", an arrow flew over. The arrow seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, and it directly penetrated the armor and Luka's body, and shot a defender behind Luka. Luka could no longer stand and fell to the ground.

"No one... can... pass here..."

Luka held the floor with both hands and tried hard to get up. When the rebels saw that Luka was seriously injured, they rushed forward like crazy and tried to rescue Luka!

"Don't move!"

The Count of Isle of France put the sword on Luka's neck and looked at the rebels behind them coldly. The rebels stopped suddenly, but they all cursed at the Count of Isle of France in anger:

"Let go of the dew card!"

"If we dare to kill Miss Luka, even if we try our best, we will kill you!"

"Everyone has seen this little dwarf! If he takes action, everyone will chop at him in a while!"

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"If this continues, I don't know when I will fight. You are really loved by the soldiers."

The Count of Ile de France sighed and said.

Luka kicked in anger and did not answer.

"But you have lost. Let your soldiers make way out quickly and stop making fearless sacrifices." said the Earl of Ile-de-France.

"Don't think...pass!"

"Why do you have to be so persistent?" The Count of Ile-de-France looked at her, "Is there anything important in the city?"

"Of course... there is." Luka rolled his eyes and looked at the Count of Ile de France. "The villagers... believe me, the villagers who followed me to cause trouble... are all behind me!"

"Very good, only such a person is qualified to become a lord."

Surprisingly, the Count of Ile de France patted the sword on Luka's left shoulder, then placed it on her right shoulder, and patted it.

"I have heard of you for a long time, Luka, I allow me to be my vassal, you can inherit your father's title. As for your enemy, the lord who is willing to act, after this matter is over, I will go and take away him, even if it will cause war. Now, let the peasants behind you put down their weapons, can I guarantee their safety with reputation?"

"Be your vassal?" Luka gave the Earl of Ile de France a blank look, "Who are you?"

"You should recognize me," said the Earl of Ile-de-France. "You have grown up, grown taller, and become much more beautiful. But I am still short and always look like this."

"You are..." Luca almost jumped up. Although she had long been suspicious, because "that person" should be serving her sentence in prison, she just felt that she was thinking too much. At this moment, when the Earl of Ile-France mentioned this, she blurted out: "You are the consul of the Federation of Almany, the Earl of Ile-France!!!"

"Not the Count of Ile-de-France."

Turning his head and looking at Simena behind him, the Earl of France turned around and said seriously:
Chapter completed!