Chapter 113

The fighting in the city continues.

The stormy attack of the three legions of Faustin made the Charlotte soldiers guarding the city disorderly. After the city gate fell one after another, except for a few soldiers who chose to fight to the death, the other soldiers fled to the city and fought street battles with foster soldiers.

"Come on, come on!" Miller hurriedly called on ORN behind him.

Although ORN is not low and has a lot of strength, he can't run fast. Miller has slowed down a lot, and ORN still can't keep up with him.

"Come on!" Miller couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed ORN and took her to the city. At the moment, there were countless such Charlotte soldiers around them, all running to the inner side of the city. Behind them was the orderly and approaching army of Faustin.

If the forstans hadn't pushed Miller to avoid a cold arrow when they attacked the city, Miller wouldn't want to care about the life and death of this big guy.

Miller has lived in Otis city for more than 20 years. Every alley clearly remembers that although he pulled ORN down a lot, after seven turns and eight turns, he still pulled a large part away from the rest of the sherlow soldiers and the foster soldiers behind him.

Miller didn't take it lightly. He continued to run a long way before stopping to have a rest.

Holding their knees, they gasped for breath. This is a spacious street. In the past, people came and went on both sides of the street, opening all kinds of shops, the sound of boys' Hawking and customers' bargaining.

But at this time, there are only closed doors and empty doors.

"Where are we going?" ORN asked stiffly. He has never been a man of his own mind. He always likes to listen to other people's opinions.

Miller gave him a white look. "Of course, go back to each family. Do you have to go to the faustans to fight?" Miller took time to look back when he just ran away. He found that the forstein soldiers were only encircling and suppressing their Sherlock garrison, and did not invade the residents' houses in the city.

Charlotte nobles have been spreading the arrogance and cruelty of foster soldiers. But from that scene, Miller felt that this was not the case. The nobles might be intimidating them.

"But the nobles said that the forstans would kill all of us." ORN continued.

"Just kill." Miller said indifferently, "I'll die sooner or later anyway. Charlotte's army has been defeated. I want to be with my family before I die." Miller thought of his two lovely children and his beautiful wife.

The food hidden in the chest also emits a slight heat. It was just picked up in the afternoon. I want to take it back to my family.

This is the sadness of the little man. Miller is unable to fight and can only choose the decision of fate.

Miller rested and straightened up to leave. He found ORN still standing where he was.

"Go! Do you want to stay and bury the nobles?" Miller asked puzzled. After a period of time, the shouting and killing sound behind us approached a lot. We must leave here as soon as possible.

"I, I have no home." ORN lowered his head. The man, who was one meter eight tall, choked and burst into tears.

"Where's your family?" Miller wanted to slap himself as soon as he asked. From ORN's obvious northern accent and his current speech, it is obvious that he fled from the north.

"All dead." ORN replied that Miller was blocked by the Frank words. He had a wife and children, but ORN was alone.

Seeing that ORN remained where he was, Miller, who was ready to leave, put down his feet. Strictly speaking, ORN is Miller's life-saving benefactor. Although Miller was born in a tavern, he also attaches importance to love and righteousness.

"Follow me first!" Without saying a word, Miller came forward and took ORN's arm.

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"Where are we?" Christine asked Raffi curiously. Although she is the little princess of the Marquis's family, Christine is so old that she has not been around Otis city. She is very strange to Otis city.

"This should be the southwest of the city." Raffi replied that she had been trained as a maid since she was a child. When she was a child, she followed the maid, Mammy and others to purchase in various places of Otis city. The familiarity with Otis city is no worse than that of the old people who have lived in the city for decades.

When Locke took them into the city, he went to the west gate. Locke's idea was to take advantage of the war and send the three women of grace out first. It's best to send them directly to Henry of the rear Quartermaster camp and then he came back to find the army.

It was late at night, but the city of Otis was brightly lit, and even bursts of gunsmoke came from the air. Where should it be on fire.

At this time, the four of Locke were wearing the uniform of foster soldiers outside and rode around the city. They also set torches and flints in their saddles, but Locke wouldn't let them be lit.

It's better not to expose the four of them, otherwise it's hard to solve whether they meet the residual army of Charlotte or the army of forstan.

"It's close to the west gate." Grace said aloud, because they could hear the fighting voice of Charlotte's remnant army and Foster's soldiers.

"Damn it!" Locke has tried his best to avoid the main attack route. Unexpectedly, he can still hit the battle area.

"You can't go like this! It's hard to do when other soldiers find you three." Locke said that he was just a squadron leader. He was only a little famous in the second regiment of the eagle Corps. There were three legions and more than ten regiments outside. Who knew Locke.

There was something wrong with grace's three women's dress at first sight, and she couldn't help asking. "Why don't we find a civilian house to hide first?" Grace suggested.

After thinking for a while, Locke nodded and agreed, "OK! You hide first. Tomorrow the war is over. I'll find a way to send you out."

Glancing at the surrounding area, Locke took the lead in riding to one of them.

Locke, a low-ranking attendant, felt that there were three faint smells in the room. If it could be so weak, it could only be women and children. Locke prefers to place the three women of grace in a low-risk place.

This is a closed house with a low roof and broken walls. It tells people who see it that it is a civilian house.

When he came to the door, Locke was too lazy to shout. He kicked open the closed door and broke a small wooden strip of the door into two ends with a "click".

Locke didn't want to be so rude, but time is urgent. He doesn't know whether the family is easy to talk, so he doesn't care too much.

"Come in!" Locke shouted to the three women behind him.

When the four entered the door, Locke saw what he saw. First, there was a sense of self reproach. Standing in front of him was a bony woman with two equally thin children behind her.

The woman full of broken patches and her two children told Locke that the family didn't look very good.

The woman looked at Locke in horror and obviously recognized the military uniforms they were wearing. The two children opened their curious eyes and stared at the sudden stranger.

Locke suddenly didn't know how to comfort the family. He just broke the door of the family's house.

"No offense, we just stay here for one night and leave." At the critical moment, grace stood up and said kindly to the frightened mother and children of the family.

Grace's pure royal accent and elegant words obviously reduced the woman's vigilance. Christine looked at the two children behind the woman licking their fingers. She couldn't bear it. She took out a piece of white bread from somewhere and handed it to the two children. "Come on, sister, give you something delicious." Christine is a sister too.

Seeing this, the two children opened their hands and grabbed the bread from Christine's hand.

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