Mage Joan

"I received the information you sent back this morning. I should have taken the opportunity to abandon the Fort Nisesi and lead the troops to retreat. Unfortunately, I failed to make a correct decision in time, which caused the troops to be in desperation. Now I can't go if I want to go."

In the sigh of Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa, there was a trace of regret.

"Mr. Vassar, this can't blame you all." Joan tried to comfort. "We all don't know enough about the Fire Giants. Who would have thought that the destructive power of the stones they threw before the battle started?"

"As far as the situation at the time was concerned, sticking to the fortress was undoubtedly the surest decision. If you retreat without a fight and easily abandon the fortress we built at a huge cost, it will only be questioned and opposed by all the officers and men."

"It doesn't make sense to say this now."

George Vaasa couldn't hide his frustration.

"Facts have proved that my previous self-confidence was very ridiculous. Now the fortress can't be kept, and the breakout has also failed. After two days of battle, we have killed more than 200 people, and the remaining troops are less than half of the enemy. Continue to fight. It must be the end of the whole army."

He could only speak to Joan with these frustrated words, and he still had to calm down in front of his subordinates.

"If we can insist on the arrival of Lieutenant Colonel Anderson, the situation may usher in a turning point." Joan whispered.

Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa shook his head with a wry smile: "Anderson’s troops are at least three days away from Fort Nisesi, and even if the reinforcements arrive in time, it is impossible to lead the Blue Cavalry, the Jackal, and the Fire Giant mercenaries. The opponent of Louis Jumonville came to death in vain."

Joan had to admit that Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa’s pessimism was more realistic, but what should I do next?

"Joan, the reality is cruel, but we have to face it. In the current situation, it is no longer meaningful to continue fighting." Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa said hardly.

Joan heard what he meant, and lowered his voice tentatively and asked, "Do you mean...surrender?"

George Vaasa nodded painfully.

"I have already discussed this with Nathaniel and Magni just now, and everyone agrees."

"As a soldier, fighting until the last moment until dying for the country is certainly powerful, but in the desperate situation of the enemy, the choice to surrender in order to preserve the lives of the officers and soldiers under their command is not detrimental to the knighthood. The question is whether the enemy is the same Having a chivalrous manner allows us to surrender in a decent way."

Joan was speechless.

When Lieutenant Colonel Vasa made the decision to surrender, he and all the officers and men could no longer control their own destiny, and could only pin their hopes on the kindness of General Jumonville.

However, Joanne did not forget that the main reason for General Jumonville to provoke the war was to avenge his brother.

Lieutenant Colonel Vasa and his officers and soldiers, either directly or indirectly, can be counted as the murderers of Sir Joseph Jumonville. Once they fall into the hands of the revengeful General Jumonville, can they still count on others to treat the prisoners of war?

"Mr. Vassar, I don't like your decision, but I have to admit that there is no better choice than that."

Joan truthfully expressed his thoughts.

George Vaasa nodded bitterly with a grin and said, "Do you still have a'messaging' scroll there? Use this scroll now to send a letter to your Excellency Governor telling him that Fort Nisesi is about to fall, I There is no choice but to ensure that all the teams have to surrender to the Hailan Border Defense Forces. As for what will happen in the future... it is up to the great goddess of destiny to decide."

From his emotions, Joan heard the sorrow of the manpower’s invincibility, forced his heart to unfold the spell scroll, and reported the frontline battle situation to His Excellency as far away as the Port of Leiden.

Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa re-ignited the pipe and took two deep breaths, pacing back and forth in the wet room.

It wasn't until Joan finished casting the spell that he sent the last battle report, he stopped and turned around, and smiled softly at the young mage.

"Thank you these days, Joanne, and finally I have one more thing to ask you."

"Mr. Vasa..." Joan suddenly had a bad hunch.

"Let us know what happened here. Lieutenant Colonel Anderson is still unaware of it. If he brings troops to support according to the planned plan, he will surely hit the powerful enemy army head-on, with unimaginable consequences."

"In order to avoid such a tragedy, Joan, I need you to leave Fort Nisesi immediately. Be sure to send my personal letter to Lieutenant Colonel Anderson as soon as possible to warn him not to rescue the Fort Garnier. Be safe and avoid unnecessary sacrifices!"

Faced with the solemn request of Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa, Joan couldn't help crying.

"Now only you can leave the fortress without disturbing the enemy. The mission of sending letters can only come to you. Come on!"

Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa handed the letter to Joan, impatiently urging him to leave, but his eyes turned slightly red.

Joan is not a fool, and of course he can hear that "delivery" is just a sounding excuse.

The real purpose of Lieutenant Colonel Vasa is to send him away from the fortress that is about to fall, and to avoid becoming a prisoner of the ranks of the Sea Blue.

"Mr. Vaasa, I can actually take you out of here..."

"I know you can do it, but I can't leave."

George Vassar turned around and didn't seem to want the young master to see the tears in his eyes.

"Indeed, it is not difficult to take me to escape with your spells, but what about Nathaniel and Magni, and what about your friend Dingdall Brothers?"

"Even if you can take these relatives and friends away, what about the hundreds of other officers and men?"

"Of course, you are not familiar with them, there is no deep friendship, there is no obligation to save each of them!"

"But I'm different, Joan, every soldier here is my relative and friend, all the same robe that accompanies me from birth to death, and instead you are me, can you bear the heart to abandon them and escape alone?"

"If I walk with you today, how should I face the remaining comrades and their families for the rest of my life!"

"I see, Mr. Vaasa."

Joan barely restrained the urge to cry, facing the back of George Vassar, choking to send the last blessing.

"There will be a period of time...May the gods bless you with peace."

After that, he turned on "Morphing" and turned it into a Yodenheim Hawk through the window, fluttering his wings with difficulty in the rain curtain, and flew towards the south.

The feathers were wet with rain, and the wings became extra heavy.

Joan flew higher and higher in the thunderstorm, looking back at the broken and bleak fortress in the rain, two lines of tears finally couldn't help but poured out of his eyes, and was instantly washed away by the cold rain.

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