Vol 3 Chapter 955: Protestant

Never underestimate a woman's destructive power, especially if she is already crazy!
After defeating Bran Lai Regiment and winning a crucial battle. Bran's army, who was losing streak, was terrified. The already unstoppable gray army seemed more crazy ...
The Quartet attacked, and the ghost appeared. Frequent lightning strikes, once successful, do not look at the results, do not clean the battlefield, continue to leap forward, chase after the killing ... Within a few days, the gray-clad army with a domineering force that swept thousands of miles, the locusts madly occupied ten Towns, wanton troops to sweep the Quartet!
Not only is the problem of speeding up, but even more horrifying is that this gray-clad army suddenly changed the style of the king of the past and became more bloodthirsty and manic. Once in the battlefield, as long as there is an enemy soldier standing in the field, there is only a charging horn near the ears, and no troop retreat. Regardless of whether the other party threw down the weapon or surrendered, whether or not the other party knelt down and begged for mercy ... The only thing to be greeted was to make a stab in the head, and simply shudder.
Kill-kill-kill-
No trophies, no prisoners of war, no need to rest ... The gray-eyed army with red eyes is like a heavy tank with a high and high charge. It not only crushes and destroys Bran's army, but also crushes it out. A flesh and blood road comes. My side couldn't stop at this time either. The officer conveyed the military order and the soldiers were responsible for killing the enemy. The division of labor was clear. The battle line was condensed up and down, completely controlling the frosty figure on the chariot. Raging thoughts!
This anomalous condition is undoubtedly extremely dangerous, not only for the Bran Army, which is scared to retreat, but also for the Gray Army itself. Throughout the war history of 6,000 years, there is no such arrogant army, nor such crazy tactics.
Just one mistake, one defeat. This high tank is in danger of getting out of control and crashing.
But the fact is that half a month later. Regardless of how Bran, who saw this, calculated obstacles, eventually fell one after another under the rolling wheels. Relentlessly run over! The face of the chariot is frosty, like a machine without emotion, tireless, error-free, accurate and desperate!
This is a non-mainstream crazy battle, but also a relentless revenge from an endangered crazy woman-
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At the time when the gray-clad army set off a gust of blood in the northern hinterland of Bran, on the eastern coastline, we watched Tang En's children's shoes in the ebb and flow of the sea in January. Finally successfully controlled the internal and external injuries, able to walk around like normal people.
This is a miracle that is worthy of celebration. You must know that Woodin and Bamutu are equally injured. At this time, one is lying in a sickbed for a long time and dying; one is hiding in the dark and licking the wound. I can't see anyone at all, let alone go around blindly.
Of course, being able to walk around also means that Tang En is not far away from here. It's not that he doesn't want to recuperate anymore, after all, his injury is not complete, at least his strength has not healed. But Tang En knew better that he disappeared for such a long time, and he didn't know what the mess was like, especially Josiah and Lansha.
but. Before waiting for Tang En to find a chance to offer his resignation, the nun was worried about the trouble for half a month, and finally came to the door ...
In fact, there are warning signs. Tang En had a hunch, especially in the small city that was a few dozen miles away a few days ago, when the news came to the temple to help the temple force overnight. It ’s just that the nuns are still lucky, thinking that they are not an important place ... Well, the point is that the church is too broken and the incense is not strong. Maybe the Protestant despise it?
It's a pity that what should come is still coming ...
At noon, Tang En was learning the appearance of an old housekeeper. Squinting squintingly lying on a hand-made rattan chair in the courtyard, lazily basking in the sun and sniffing the slightly sea breeze. The little nun rushed in like a fire, screaming in astonishment.
"Arthur-Arthur-they came, they came-"
"Well? Who's here?" Tang En has been accustomed to the nun's disappointment at staying here for so long. Asking casually, he opened his eyes helplessly, watching the little nun scrambling in the courtyard like a headless fly, looking for something, then his eyes brightened, and went straight to the corner of the courtyard to pick up her cultivation The wooden stick with more than half a month rushed out of the courtyard without looking back, and the voice came back far away.
"The bad guys ... you go quickly, I'll save Uncle Mason ... Ah!" He uttered, exclaiming in a panic. Well, it should be a fall ...
After hesitating, after understanding who the are, Tang En grinned: "I'm going to save others ... Well, I'm really talking about righteousness." He shook his head and touched the green rattan chair under his hands. It just made you cheaper for others. "
Get up, return to the house and pack up, then take the wooden door, and walk to the main hall in front of the church.
The church is built on the cliff next to the fishing village, and it covers a small area. Normally, no one comes up as long as it is not a weekend prayer meeting. In this way, when Tang En walked outside the front hall and saw two knights in light armor guarding the door, the identity of the other party was naturally self-evident.
Without waiting, the high-screaming scream belonging to the little nun came out from the hall first,
"Go, you are not welcome here, just leave me now-"
"I don't care what you want to do and don't blame me if you don't leave--"
"Cindy, who asked you to come down and put down the stick!"
"Siying, it's Siying. Uncle Maison, don't be afraid of them ... I tell you, I'm crazy and even afraid of myself, don't force me-ah ah-''
"Uh……"
Screams, drinking stops, and whistling winds mixed with sticks, you don't need to look to know what the chaos is like.
Looking at the two Protestant knights who were twitching slightly at the corners of the door, Tang En helped his forehead and walked quickly to the main hall. The two Protestant knights looked at Tang En, and they did not know whether it was unnecessary or did not care, but they did not stop Tang En from entering.
Entering the hall, I saw the little nun guarding like a little female tiger in front of a middle-aged man, and the only priest here, Maison, closed her eyes, fan-shaped dancing with a stick, and whistled. Straightening two strangers in virtual palms and plain robes, they couldn't stop crying.
"Don't get me wrong, Mother Cindy, we are here just to ask a few questions ..."
"Cindy, don't make a mess ..."
"Siying! My name is Siying !!!"
"Uh ... well, Sister Si Ying. Whether we can put away the stick first, we are not malicious, at least for the time being ..."
"Don't listen, don't listen! Go-you leave me now-"
After listening to a lot of rumors about the Protestant's true and false rumors, how could I easily believe them. Thinking of protecting the uncle behind him, Father Mason, who was no different from his father, beat the bad guys in front of him.
This is of course just wishful thinking. Not to mention that these two Puritans in plain robes are not low in strength, they are ordinary adult men, and it is not difficult to control the little nuns who flutter.
After several attempts to negotiate without success, one of the middle-aged Puritans frowned slightly, and stretched out his hands to grab the flurry wooden stick first. But as soon as his arm was raised, a palm protruded from the back, pressing lightly on his wrist.
Startled, without realizing that someone was approaching, the middle-aged Puritan Huo Ran turned his head, and saw a smile moaning his face ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Sorry, sorry. The child couldn't hear anyone call her Cindy, and he ran away immediately. Hehe, laughed ... "
Laughing, he didn't turn around and grabbed the dancing stick on his side. "Okay, Cindy. The visitors are all visitors. Let's see what they say first. If you are dissatisfied, you can zoom in later.
The stick was restrained, and Father Maison rushed to grab it from behind the sister-in-law, and Tang En loosened, leaving the stick aside.
After returning to the gods, the little nun stared wryly and pointed indignantly at Tang En: "Arthur, you are with them, oh ..."
Bang, grinning and knocking on the nun's head, "A group of you, go and pour two cups of tea." Holding her forehead, the nun answered subconsciously, her palms and faces full of grievances.
"This lord, and the clergy here?" Middle-aged Puritans, who had been holding their wrists before, looked down at Tang En with some vigilance.
"I? I passed by." Tang En smiled over the nun's shoulder, "but now it's with her."
………… (to be continued)