This Plug-in is Too Middle School

The ashen-faced Gilbert rushed over without saying a word, and fought with the Marquise with his sword in hand.

He had no intention of keeping his hand at all, and every time he swung his sword, he went straight to the point. However, these extremely dangerous attacks were avoided by the Countess one by one, and she even found an opportunity to bully her in and punched him fiercely in the corner of his eye.

Gibb took a step back while clutching his broken eye socket, and threatened with a grim expression, "Pomona! You forced me! Don't blame me..."

"Not only will I force you, but I will also beat you!"

The marquise, who was so excited, pounced on her with a "smiling smile", raising her hand and sealing her with an elbow. Perhaps because of her temper, a trace of resentment gradually emerged in her eyes.

When Gilber swung the sword to block, she raised her arm sideways to let the blade pass, then opened her left armpit to firmly clamp the blade, and locked Gilber's long sword under her armpit. The vacant right hand slammed into Jiber's chest and abdomen frantically. Every punch made Jiber's armor bang, and the violent collision was deafening.

"It was promised to exchange leather goods and soldiers for iron, salt and rice. Did you do it?"

Pomona knocked Gilbert's armor into a big hole with a knee, and shouted angrily while hitting:

"In the first few years, you could barely fulfill the contract, but then the supplies every year began to gradually decrease. In the past two years, not only could you not be able to give 30% of the contract, but you even deliberately sent my clan to die!"

Her fists were getting heavier and heavier, and the breastplate, which seemed to be of extraordinary quality, was smashed with potholes and even cracked two cracks.

"The 3,000 people newly added two years ago, how many are still left? Even fifty of your Warren family can't die, why is my clan's death and injury so heavy? Even my own nephew is missing. A leg?"

As she spoke, the circles around her eyes began to turn red, and the strength in her fists increased by three points.

"You used food threats to force our tribe to cut off business with most of the chambers of commerce. Do you know how many people will starve to death this year? In order to survive, my people are forced to work hard with the Grand Duke of the North, and you... "

Gilbert resisted Pomona's violent attack without a word, as if he was woken up by the successive heavy blows. The look on his old face was no longer annoyed, but became extremely gloomy.

He discovered that he was no match for Pomona.

Earth knights are invincible on the battlefield. Even the people and horses are wrapped in thick stone armor. Once they charge, it is a nightmare for the enemy, but in this one-on-one battle, the knight without the speed advantage is more resistant to beating. Canned only.

What's more, I'm fighting a close combat with a fighting master now. Even if the Marquise's fighting experience is not rich, the huge power is real. Every time the stone armor is just put on the upper body, it will be mercilessly scattered directly. to protection.

Jibe was beaten back and forth again and again by her, and even his long sword was bent down, probably because he had to rely on him to provide food. The Marquise didn't kill him, but Jibe was beaten until the corner of his mouth bleeds.

After being cut into a hole in his breastplate by an elbow, he hurriedly resisted the attack, and shouted loudly with a sullen face:

"Stop! I'll give you food!"

"How much?" The Marquise's attack slowed down, and a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

"At least you can get through this winter!"

The countess, who was still red-eyed just now, grinned and showed a sincere smile. It turns out that there is food for one meal, so you should have said it earlier. If you said it earlier, I would have beaten you years earlier!

"Pfft!" Her vision became blood red.

Just when she relaxed her vigilance, Ji Bo opened her mouth and sprayed blood on her face, completely blocking her vision, then raised the long sword indifferently, and stabbed it without hesitation, accurately and cruelly. A sword pierced through the heart, and the entire tip of the sword went into her chest.

The Marquise fell down with an unbelievable expression, and a large blood stain immediately seeped out from the chest of the white pajamas, while Gilbert's expression remained indifferent, and she had no regrets for the small tricks she played.

"Despicable... despicable... you really... not a man..."

"Is this your last word?" Gilbert raised his eyebrows, raised the long sword in his hand and aimed it at the Marquise's neck and cut it down.

"Pomona!"

An angry roar sounded from a distance, and a scarlet shock wave spread from far to near.

The ground under Gibbert's feet was shaking wildly. The sudden shock made the sword lose its head. It failed to cut off the Marquise's neck, but only cut a shallow wound on her neck.

Hans, who was wearing a beggar's costume, took the opportunity to jump at his feet, and the Marquise, who had fallen to the ground, turned around and ran away.

"I forgot, you are still here."

Jiber sneered, threw away the bent long sword, and chased after him with his bare hands.

The bearded cousin fled desperately without looking back. At this moment, someone slapped his cheek fiercely, leaving a familiar red mark.

"As expected of... the little man I picked, dares to go up to the fourth rank."

The muscles on Hans' face trembled, and his full beard trembled twice.

"You... don't talk, save your strength, and I'll take you to the pastor."

The Marchioness smiled weakly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the hot blood dyed Hans's "clothing suit" a lot of red.

"I'm already helpless~www.novelmt.com~ Although I closed the wound temporarily by closing my muscles, I will die sooner or later. Put me down, while I still have some strength, I can probably... He takes a few minutes, and you take the opportunity to find the queen..."

"Shut up!"

The bearded cousin yelled at her and ran forward desperately with gritted teeth.

"Hans, you have to listen to me. I can't live anymore, you must not die with me, let go of me and run..."

"None of you can escape."

Gibber chased after him with yellow light all over his body. The dirt and stones on the road spread up along his knees, forming a thin khaki armor.

"Give me all to die!"

The fist covered with earth armor hit the Marquise's back. Unprepared, the fist was firmly imprinted on her back. The shock caused both of them to spit out a mouthful of blood. A huge force smashed and flew out.

As soon as the bearded man landed, he rushed to the Marquise's side, lifted her back and leaned against his lap.

"Hou... Pomona! Are you okay?"

The Marchioness grinned, her white teeth stained red with blood.

"Barely alive."

A bad wind came from behind, and Hans rushed out embarrassedly with the Marquise in his arms. The ground behind them splashed with soil and rocks, smashing the bearded back with blood.

"Well."

The Marchioness spat out a mouthful of blood, and her eyes gradually began to slacken.

"Unfortunately, if I... had known that I would die, yesterday..."

"You won't die! You won't die!" Hans took her hand and put it on his face, his beard was already wet with two lines of tears.

"It should be... two more rounds..."