Everyone looks like Master Rabbit

It was late at night, and the Milan cavalry vanguards who had been tossed for half the afternoon were all drowsy at this time, including the sentries at the camp gate.

His eyes looked out of the dark camp. At this moment, another month had passed since Zhao Fubo attacked the first castle. There was still no moon in the sky these days, or the crescent moon, which could not help the sentry's eyes.

“Hu…huh…huh…”

The bored sentry seemed to hear something flying in the air.

"A fireflies? Why do they fly so fast!"

He looked at the bright spots of light that suddenly appeared in the air in confusion, as if they were flying over at an extremely fast speed. The thought that had just passed by in his heart was whether the alarm bell should be sounded, but something that forced people to fear would have happened.

He watched helplessly, something dragging the blue-colored tail flame flew over from the wall of the camp.

"Boom boom boom..."

As the "fireflies" landed one by one, balls of fire burst out, and bursts of blasts like thunder sounded. The sentry was startled and squatted on the whistle, then desperately shaking the alarm bell. While shaking, his eyes looked into the darkness in the distance.

They suddenly appeared in the night sky like "fireflies" in the sky, but they were not one by one, but group by group, suddenly appeared in the sky and then flew over. A burst of loud explosions made all the standing awake.

People near the explosion site, whether they were wearing armor or not, were spinning and falling into the ground among the prefabricated fragments flying everywhere. The frightened horses neighed, and the hit tent was thrown directly into the sky.

The first feeling of the sentinels was that they should kneel down and pray immediately. Because they did not encounter any army, they encountered demons. However, Bishop Francis, who was warned by the Bishop of Genoa, sent many knights of the Knights who were sheltered under the church among the forwards. At this time, their role was played out.

"Don't be afraid... don't be confused. This is the attack of the demons. We must fight them. For the sake of God, we must fight them! The brave warriors... insist... this is when the Lord tests us... we must give... answers..."

Such shouts rang everywhere in the barracks, probably their voices that made the soldiers understand that this time their combat mission was sacred and glorious. All the soldiers were lying on the ground. Amid the violent explosion, they wanted to integrate their bodies into the earth.

But in the end they proved their bravery and loyalty to the Lord of Heaven in the test of blood and fire, because they gritted their teeth and persevered to the end of these shellings. However, the end of the shelling does not mean the end of the disaster.

On the contrary, what was coming from the sky was approaching, 1,500 trigger rockets. The other 1,500 were flying in the air, and there were another 1,500 just landing on the bow. In fact, the artillery fire just now was just covering the Yulin Army's approaching.

Three silent waves of arrow rain fell, and 4,500 fire points began to burn in the barracks. Although this could not completely defeat the Milan cavalry vanguards, their food and tents were finished, and everyone would have had enough of a night of sin in the cry of the wounded.

Fortunately, when 4,500 trigger rockets fell, the sound of horse hooves sounded outside the camp. The survivors guessed that the guy who had been struggling for half an afternoon was probably tired and planned to go back to sleep. This made the soldiers on the whistle and those lying on the ground in the camp feel hope.

"Lord, let these pagan demons go back and rest, and give us time to put out some damn fire!"

To be honest, after running for more than half a day, they were tossed for half an afternoon. The newly built camp was burning in a fire, and it would take a while for the fire to be put out. So tonight, whether to eat or not or not is a serious problem.

"Actually, they don't have to expect to sleep tonight. At least no one can think of sleeping when I haven't slept! The Lord said that everyone in the world is equal, and if I don't slept, no one can think of sleeping!"

At this time, Zhao Fubo had already joined the musket team led by Sophia, and they were waiting for the return of the Yulin Army. They were going to the larger camp together to cause them some trouble and let them understand. When the war began, they would better not consider sleeping.

"Cut, where does the Bible come from?"

Sophia showed some dissatisfaction with Zhao Fubo's distortion of the Bible, but since she planned to marry a pagan, this was impossible.

With the return of the Yulin Army, while the 5,000 soldiers of the vanguard were desperately trying to put out the fire, Zhao Fubo and his men bypassed the camp and appeared in the limelight of the army led by Bishop Francis.

Looking at the flames in the Milan Army's forward camp, Manfred shook his head in confusion.

"Brother, I'm chasing in the afternoon. We did a good job just now. If we don't need to do anything, our musketeers just flatten the camp!"

Although Manfred is smart, like most Europeans, he has fewer turning heads. Of course, this kind of persistence or "one-point translation" is also a necessary prerequisite for excellent research. You must know that Edison used filaments for light bulbs to test light bulbs, and tested thousands of materials. People who often use intelligence to turn corners will definitely not be able to do such things.

"No need, think about it. Tomorrow, everyone will look at each other, those who are injured and those who die, and they stayed up all night and kissed the Lord of Rabbit. How big a blow to their morale! Brother, you have to remember a little about the war. Sometimes, quality and morale are more important than quantity! So as long as the war starts without form, you have to keep trying to harassing them and make them all look like Lord of Rabbit. Then we will win this battle with ten thousand!"

Zhao Fubo sat on his Flying Fire Sky Beast, leisurely chatting with Manfred, and watching the fires gradually blasting in the burning camp, Bishop Francis' camp was not far away.

The 20 gunners of the five crossbows were busy again and unfolded the marching crossbows.

Looking at these crossbows, Zhao Fubo had some ideas. He reached out to scratch his chin, and he seemed to have thought of something.
Chapter completed!