Gate of Revelation Chapter 233: [Before the war]

Besides the camps on this plain, the sharp wooden stakes form a fence wall. This is a relatively simple wooden wall. The wall is only about one person tall, and the sharp wood buried on the ground Piles have become the best defense weapon outside the wall.

Chen Xiaolian's three-person carriage drove all the way. Before they even reached the Zhaimen, a team of cavalry came forward.

Chen Xiaolian noticed that these cavalrymen were wearing light breastplates, and the leading cavalry held a bright red double lion flag on the tip of a spear.

Chen Xiaolian's eyes changed immediately!

The red double lion flag ... This flag has been seen by Chen Xiaolian. And ...

I saw it in the Countess's mansion when I went to Miaoyan for dinner.

He remembered the oil painting ... the ancestor of the countess, William I, who conquered England and founded the Norman dynasty.

The banner of the Norman family?

Chen Xiaolian's expression was strange.

The outfits that contacted the three of them and the spare tire of the tyre were automatically transformed into the current appearance by the system, and ... the Land Rover suv also became a carriage.

So ...

Plus, now you see a huge barracks in the Cold War era, and the banner of the Norman family in front of you.

It is also explained when the system releases the copy task ...

Throne battle!

"That's the case? It's a lot of fun right now." Chen Xiaolian touched his nose and smiled bitterly.

The cavalry rushed to the carriage, but they did not show hostility.

Chen Xiaolian immediately pulled the reins and stopped the carriage.

The leading cavalry sat on the horse's back, glanced at the three Chen Xiaolians, glanced at the three Chen Xiaolians costumes, and then glanced at a tattered flag hanging beside the carriage.

Okay, let's consider this a banner. Chen Xiaolian seems. This seems to be just a piece of broken sheepskin hanging on a wooden pole of a carriage, with a messy pattern drawn on it.

"Are you a mercenary ration team?" The cavalry's helmet was very low, covering his eyebrows and looking very vicious. He grinned and showed yellow teeth. Obviously, one is missing from the incisors: "What good thing did you find?"

He politely poked out his spear and yanked it off a piece of linen behind the carriage.

Chen Xiaolian accidentally discovered that he had a half bag of cereals under his sackcloth and a leg of lamb.

"It looks like you've done a good job, boys." The cavalry is obviously a figure like a leader, "It's a little bit less. It's only enough for a team to eat two meals."

Come, he just watched this guy carefully.

"Why, is the bar for recruiting mercenaries so low now?" This guy suddenly saw a spare tire. Especially when he saw that the spare tire was missing an arm, he said unpleasantly, "Why even a guy with only one hand was recruited! Damn it!"

"The knight master." Chen Xiaolian immediately moved forward, sitting in front of the spare tire, with one hand behind his back, and gently shaking his hand towards the spare tire, while trying to use a gentle tone to the cavalry leader. : "Although he only has one arm, it is also useful."

"Hahaha! I'm not a knight." The cavalry chief was obviously pleased to be called a knight, but he quickly shook his head and said, "It's a country guy. I'm a cavalry of the Norman Army. Not a knight! Where do you come from, do you think it is the knight lord who sees the horse? The knight lord will not wear our leather armor. "

He was happy. It seemed like I had forgotten that the spare tire had only one arm.

"Okay, you guys go back to camp!" This guy waved his hand: "The ration teams have almost returned. But it seems that the harvest is not good. It seems you have to run more places tomorrow. . "

Chen Xiaolian's heart moved, and when these cavalry were about to leave, he suddenly said again, "Master, please wait."

"Huh?" The cavalry chief glanced at Chen Xiaolian.

Chen Xiaolian immediately pulled up the cloth on the carriage. Grab the leg of lamb from above, then leaned over and hung on the saddle of this cavalry, try your best to use a humble smile and tone: "Can I ask you something?"

The chief of the cavalry glanced at the leg of lamb in his saddle, and the fierce expression on his face turned into a satisfying smile: "What do you want to know? Country guy?"

"When ... when will it be officially launched?" Chen Xiaolian tried to ask a very vague question, and then added: "You know. We mercenaries are all for the benefit."

"Greedy guy." The knight's head glanced at Chen Xiaolian and cursed, "You mercenaries are a group of greedy vampires. Mad men who want money but not their lives."

However, although he cursed a few words, he still said something.

"You're lucky, you met me. My brother was in the Duke's Guard, and he told me a message. He was urging troops urgently, loyal to his nobles, and free people were going to London. The assembly, it is estimated that we will come and fight with us soon ... but this is news two days ago, I do n’t know when they will come, maybe tomorrow, maybe a few days, only God knows . "

At this point, the cavalry leader took a glance at Chen Xiaolian, probably feeling the value of the news he disclosed, enough to pass a leg of lamb, and then he took a sip and took the cavalry behind him and left. .

Chen Xiaolian touched his chin and looked at the figure of the cavalry in the distance.

Tire spare tires have fought side by side with Chen Xiaolian many times. I knew his nature early, knowing that Chen Xiaolian just showed some intentional weakness and there must be a reason, so he kept silent.

At this moment, the tire asked, "How about? Did you ask anything?"

Chen Xiaolian nodded, his eyes were dignified: "I think ... it's probably certain."

He exhaled a long breath: "Brothers, we ... should have been thrown back by the system a thousand years ago. If I guess, plus what the cavalry just told us, these news are combined. If so, I can probably confirm one thing: we are now facing the founding battle of the Normandy dynasty in England!

That is ... the ancestor of Xianyin, the founder of the Norman Dynasty, invaded Britain, on the eve of the final battle! "(To be continued ...)