Chapter 166 One Step Away [5k HD Remastered Edition]
Hiding in an abandoned courtyard, Dane walked around anxiously.
The wooden door opened, and an attendant looked at the door before retreating.
Dane couldn't wait to ask the returning attendant: "What are they singing? What are they singing?"
The attendant looked at the Duke with a troubled face: "Those refugees said You are the devil.”
"I, ha, I, I, am a devil?" Darnay pointed at himself in disbelief and asked, "If I hadn't taken in these refugees, they would have starved to death in the wild, and I would have become a devil. ”
Isn’t that because it is convenient for you to use the Green Piper to catch people? The attendant secretly rolled his eyes.
"Don't talk about this, how is the situation?"
The attendant replied with difficulty: "Since the city hall was breached, there are mobs along the way, not just outside the city, The laborers and even some craftsmen and citizens in the city..."
"...Kill all the devils and never look back!"
A clear shout came from outside the wall, and the Duke swooped into the bushes of the small garden, only his buttocks shivering.
The attendant stepped forward helplessly and helped the Duke, who was so frightened that his face turned pale: "They just passed by here."
"That's good, that's good." Darnay caressed Holding his chest, he gasped and said, "Can we continue to hide?"
"It's probably impossible. If they occupy the whole city, we are forced to stay in this small courtyard and we can't even run away. Don’t go out.”
“You lowly refugees, I’ve been so kind to them, and this is how they repay me?” Darnay cursed angrily.
He was kicked out of his own home and was hiding in various places. How had he ever been in such a situation?
Under such circumstances, Darnay could only lead the knights carefully out of the courtyard and rush towards the castle.
Along the dark alley, the frightened Duke Dardenne came to the side of the moat.
At this moment, thousands of refugees and mercenaries were charging along the street, and the screams of holy guns sounded from time to time.
Seeing that the gate of the castle was blocked by an army of refugees, Darnay immediately wanted to turn around and run away, but when he thought that the entire Castle of Joan of Arc was occupied by the Salvation Army, it was almost impossible to escape outside.
If they stay in the castle and wait for the church army to arrive, there might be a glimmer of hope.
Danai even regretted that he should not have run to pick up Bamanda just now.
But seeing the current scene, he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he woke up halfway through the run, otherwise he would have been blocked by the army of refugees.
Scattered knights were charging into the crowd, but they were much more careful than before, and they did not dare to charge into the depths of the crowd or charge too hard.
You know, unlike before, if you fall at this time, the devil will not be able to kill him when the wind blows.
Walking on the darkest path, Duke Dardenne crouched down, fearing that anyone would find him.
But although he was afraid of being exposed, and even more afraid of being accidentally injured, he still took twenty knights with him under the covers, and was discovered by the refugees before they even got close.
Although not everyone has seen the true face of the Duke, at least the nearby citizens have.
They hid in the house, stood by the window, held their throats, and shouted to the refugees below: "The one in the red robe is the Duke, and that is Darnay."
The battlefield was silent for half a second, and everyone's eyes were focused on Darnay.
After hurriedly taking off the red clothes on his body, Darnay shook the reins and shouted: "Go!"
The refugees immediately swarmed up and began to yell and curse at Darnay crazily, throwing mud, dung and stones at him. piece.
Darnai lay on his horse in embarrassment and moved forward. Even the knights with guards around him were hit in the neck by iron sand bullets and fell from the horse.
"Damn, damn." The knight next to him held the reins forward, and the Duke lay on the horse without even daring to raise his head.
The beautiful white silk underwear was dyed brown by feces and mud, almost turning into a yellow robe.
But most of the holy gunners and old soldiers went to besiege the city hall, and most of the people here were local farmers from Fort Joan of Arc.
Although their hatred was deeper, in the final analysis, without those clockwork guns and spears, they still couldn't stop the Duke, and Darnay successfully broke through the outermost obstruction.
But before Darnay could breathe a sigh of relief, his life-threatening high-pitched voice shouted again: "The one wearing yellow and white silk is the Duke, that is the Duke."
According to the attendant Pulling out a jacket from inside and warming the cold excrement, Darnay shouted angrily: "Come on, what are you doing standing still?"
"Lord Darnay, Lord Darnay."< br>
Among the crowds fighting around, hundreds of mercenaries formed a square formation and fought against the crowd to reach Dardenne's side.
Holding the saucer-shaped iron helmet on his head, a mercenary captain wearing a red or blood-stained jacket came to the Duke's horse.
"Your Majesty the Duke, we are here to pick you up."
"Okay, okay." Dardenne ran over on horseback in a panic. He patted the mercenary captain on the shoulder, "If so. If I can escape this disaster, I will make you a baron!"
"That would be my greatest honor."
Under the gunfire of the French mercenaries, Darnay struggled to move forward among the surging crowds, and the sound of clockwork muskets often sounded.
Fifty yards, forty yards, thirty yards...
The place that usually can be reached in an instant when charging on horseback is so far away for Darnay.
He could already clearly see the scene in front of the castle.
In front of the castle's drawbridge, three hundred French mercenaries formed a semicircular array, stabbing each other with their spears at the refugees on the opposite side.
In the narrow battle formation, every time a spear was thrust out, someone fell down, and every time a gun sounded, several mercenaries covered their arms and bodies and screamed.
But the Holy Gunners were in the minority after all. Although they kept squeezing the mercenaries, they still failed to break through their defenses.
"Bang!" A stray bullet penetrated the neck of the inner horse.
The Duke on the horse let out a miserable howl, and then his whole body fell from the saddle as if he had been hit by an invisible giant fist.
Visibly to the naked eye, his expensive woolen trousers were covered with bright red blood.
Holding his right leg, the Duke knew that he could no longer ride the horse. He gritted his teeth, held the attendant's arm, and shouted to the knights.
"You cut off the queen."
Faster, faster!
Cold sweat broke out on the Duke's forehead. Every step he took, he felt a knife cutting out the flesh on his thigh.
"The Duke is there! Kill!"
But before they could take a few steps, hundreds of spears rushed out from nearby. It was obvious that the Salvation Army had discovered the Duke.
Amidst the sound of gunfire, the Duke was so frightened that he fell to the ground, while the mercenaries started a duel with the spearmen of the old battalion in front of them.
The crowds were trampling back and forth, and the Duke who was lying on the ground was dizzy. He didn’t know how many feet he had stepped on and kicked.
Kneel on the ground, crawling awkwardly between people's crotches and knees.
Dane crawled forward regardless, blood flowing down his thighs to his knees, leaving marks of kneeling on the ground.
His face was bruised and swollen, and someone stepped on his ankle. With his butt sticking out, Darnay crawled towards the last safe place.
No one could have imagined that this beggar crawling on the ground, covered in filthy mud, would be Duke Darnay.
Looking at the vamps that the mercenaries were becoming more and more aware of, Darnay gritted his teeth.
One step, only one step away from entering the protection of the mercenaries' spear array.
Just within reach.
"Want to escape?!"
A huge force came from his waist, and the world suddenly spun in front of Danai's eyes.
After being hit hard and falling to the ground, he grinned and looked around, only to see a shirtless old priest.
A broken cross frame hung around his neck, and his body was covered with wounds of various sizes.
“I caught you!” Cosset showed a charming smile towards Darnay.
"Let me go." The angry Darnay looked at the open space in front of the castle door less than five yards away, struggling wildly, "Damn untouchable, let me go."
The forty-year-old man in front of him was obviously The old priest was seriously injured, but the young and strong Darnay could not break free from his restraints.
Dane beat Cosset's face crazily with his fists. The old Cosset, who had always been weak, was now as hard as a piece of iron and his hands were firmly wrapped around Dardenne's waist.
Seeing that he could not break off Cosey's hand, Darnay turned to begging: "What do you want? Whatever you want, I promise you. Do you want money? I'll give it to you."
"Money?" Cosey gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "What money do I want?" "Then I can give you a title. Do you like women? I have all kinds of beauties..." Darnay almost said Said in the most humble manner.
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"What do you think we are? What do you think we are?!" Locking the Duke's waist, Cosey's eyes were filled with tears for the first time since learning about his daughter's death, "We are not pigs , we are not sheep, we also have feelings!”
Kosei’s eyes turned red, but his cloudy eyes stared at Darnay.
“I’m just a pig butcher. I haven’t read the scriptures, and I don’t know any big principles, but I know that when the piglet was taken away, the old sow tried her best to bite him!”< br>
The hoofs of the war horse next to him rushed over and broke Ke Sai's thigh, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
This middle-aged man, who had always been sitting on the fence, hugged the Duke's waist tightly and could not be more firm: "I have worked so hard to get here. How many sins have I suffered, how many hardships have I suffered?"< br>
A soldier stabbed Cosey in the thigh with a dagger, and he yelled at Dardenne as if he couldn't feel the pain: "What do you think I want? Ah? You think I want it?" What?”
“I don’t want money! I don’t want a woman!”
“I want to let out a sigh of relief. I want Papa to know that your Papa will definitely avenge you!”
He sniffed hard, sucking the blood, snot, and tears into his stomach. His mouth trembled, trying to swallow all the choking and fear back into his stomach.
"Master Duke, the old sow bites people, and it hurts very much!"
The unique explosion of the gun sounded, and a knight fell from his horse first.
Dane raised his head in despair. From the left side of the road, the salvation flag representing Horn was raised high. On the right side of the road, strong white light enveloped Saint Jeanne's Holy Grail battle flag. Along the way, With the crowd coming.
The mercenary semicircle gun array five yards away is obviously very close, but it seems to be a natural chasm.
When the gunshots sounded, more mercenaries and knights fell down. Then, it was unknown which knight raised the head, and all the knights fled towards the alley.
The guards and nobles in the castle, seeing that something was wrong, actually raised the suspension bridge.
“Lift the suspension bridge and close the city gate!”
Amidst the creaking sound of the winch, the iron cable pulled the suspension bridge up slowly. The mercenaries parked on the shore wanted to retreat to They went up the suspension bridge, but when they stepped back, they found that their feet were hanging in the air.
The mercenaries in the back row turned their heads one after another, only to find that the suspension bridge as an escape route was slowly rising.
"Bridge, look, the bridge is rising."
"We haven't gotten on the bridge yet, we haven't gotten on the bridge yet."
Some of the unwilling mercenaries tried to get on the bridge from the shore. Jump up and grab the edge of the suspension bridge, but most of them jump directly into the moat.
Even if someone grabs the edge of the suspension bridge, they will become a living target for the holy gunners.
As the moon gradually sank toward the plain to the west, the soldiers on the street either ran away or surrendered. They were stripped of their clothes and taken to the dungeon.
Hurriedly dismounting from a distance, Horn did not immediately identify Dardenne, who was pressed on the neck by two strong men with his knees, but Cosset, who was lying on his back on the ground.
The bloody holes and wounds on his body were covered with linen gauze, but the wounds almost stopped bleeding.
"Your Majesty, Duke...have you caught it?"
Half-kneeling on the ground, Horn grabbed Coser's hand, his voice was unusually dry: "Catch it?" Yes, you caught him with your own hands, he is right there."
"Your Majesty... do you think... Lina and Anna will... blame me?"
"They are all good children. You have caught the murderer. They will be proud of you."
"But the murderer...hasn't been caught yet...hasn't he?"
From the end of the road, the short Armand's eyes were bruised. It seemed that he had just hit something. He was running quickly. When he came close, he did not dare to get close.
"Armand...my...my child." Cosset reached out and wanted to touch Armand's face, but he couldn't raise his hand higher.
Armand immediately put his head over. Unlike Horne, he could no longer speak clearly: "Cosepapa, I'm here."
In the previous battle, Kesei had been seriously injured all over his body. Later, his thigh and spine were broken by a war horse. The blood was flowing so much that he could no longer be saved.
"I'm sorry...Actually...I have always regarded you...ahem...as...as my...biological son..."
"I know, I know that I am your biological son. You paid for me to go to a missionary school and helped me bribe the dean to let me come out early..."
"Actually... between Lina and... Anna... Before I was born, I...I always wanted...to have a boy...but after my two little angels...they were born...I felt it didn't matter anymore."
Holding Kesei's hand, Armand couldn't stop the tears from the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know how to answer.
"Armand, my child, I haven't given you a Christian name yet, have I?" Suddenly, Cosset's words became smoother, and his eyes glowed.
“No, no.”
“I asked the bishop to spend 20 dinars to get a Christian name. I originally wanted to leave it to my biological son...cough cough cough cough , give it to you.”
“You said.” Armand’s voice trembled.
"Richelieu." Cosset glanced at Armand, then looked at Horn aside, "That Christian name is Richelieu..."
"Okay." Armand wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "From now on, my name will be Richelieu."
Cosset didn't reply. He stared blankly at the sky, smiled, and slowly closed his eyes. On the eyes.
Armand, no, Richelieu's cry was like a flood that had opened a gate, flowing wantonly from the lungs to the mouth.
At the same moment, a touch of milky fish belly white appeared on the mountains in the distance.
The golden wheel of the sun jumped out from behind the mountain, dispelling the madness and blood of the night.
Dawn has arrived.
The golden morning light fell on the shoulders of each refugee. On their faces, they were all injured and supporting each other, but they still couldn't believe it.
Did they really defeat so many extraordinary knights? Did they really defeat the Duke? Did they really capture the entire Castle of Joan of Arc?
The Blood Winter Riots, what 300,000 farmers failed to do, did they do it?
But at this moment, they were a little confused.
Several guards escorted Darnay behind him, and Horn strode forward. The black and red Salvation flag was already flying on the roof of the Castle Joan of Arc church.
Through the windows of the citizens, Horn could vaguely see their vaguely peeping faces.
Stepping on the stone ground of Minshi Road, it is still the same street as before, but it is no longer the same street.
When the refugees gathered in the small square at the entrance of the castle, those who couldn't see them would step on the roof, climb on the trees, and look this way.
Danai's hands were tied, and his crotch was already covered with feces and urine.
Perhaps because he already knew that he was going to die, Darnay kept yelling at Horne all the way.
“Do you think everything will be fine if you kill me?”
“There are also the church and Prince Condai’s army. They will arrive in three days, and you will all die... —”
She stuffed a rag into the Duke’s mouth and kicked him to the ground.
“Dear believers...”
Facing tens of thousands of eyes, Horn walked behind the Duke, stepped on the Duke's back with his right foot, and lost his voice mid-sentence.
Most of the time, Horn knew what he should say, but at this moment, he rarely stopped talking.
He took out the blood covering the cloud from his waist and flicked it lightly.
“Ding——Zheng——”
After the crisp sound, Horn sniffed and chuckled, not knowing whether to himself or to the sword:
"You bastards, you really left me with a big problem."
Stepping between the Duke's shoulder blades with his feet, pressing his head deeply into the soil, Horn raised it high He picked up the Blood Covering Cloud in his hand and said: "Dear believers..."
The Blood Covering Cloud reflected the rising dawn. He waved it down gently, and Horn casually chopped off the head of this born thing.
Easy, as if the blood stains all over the street were flowing out of thin air.
Lifting the Duke's head high, his frightened face was bathed in the sunlight.
Although Horn tried his best to hide it, there was still a hint of crying in his voice that he was not aware of:
"The devil has been killed!"
"We have won!"
(End of this chapter)