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"When you first started taming a falcon, you had to learn how to boil it... that is, you have to keep looking at the falcon, the falcon doesn't sleep, you don't sleep, until the falcon is completely exhausted and can no longer show any wildness, he will Admit that you are his master."

Saying this, the Duke couldn't help clenching his fists.

"We shoot arrows while they eat! We shoot arrows while they sleep! We shoot arrows while they shit and pee! Don't give them any respite! I'll see if this eagle can survive me!"

"Follow, follow orders!"

The personal guard couldn't help shivering, and looked at the Duke with a little more awe.

It is obvious that this duke is known in the world as "the good man Philip", but this good-tempered duke... unexpectedly has such a vicious and decisive side!

But it is such a talented and bold monarch that is more worthy of their loyalty.

"Okay, you go down first."

After waving his hand to signal the guards to leave, the Duke of Burgundy continued to observe the small team in the distance.

The battle just now was too fast, and the intense tactical confrontation in a short period of time left him with no time to think, but thinking about it now...he felt something was wrong.

If the soldier was alone, he wouldn't dare to take such a risk and go back to fight some kind of harassing battle. After all, compared to the army under his command, it is too easy for a mere person to hide himself. If the other party chooses to lie in wait for an ambush, then he is simply throwing himself into a trap.

But that mighty warrior was not alone.

"...you, who are you?"

The Duke of Burgundy frowned when he remembered the man and woman who were guarded by that tough warrior and even ten sergeants.

That male knight in gorgeous armor didn't matter, he just saw at a glance that the opponent was basically no different from the noble knights under him. Just by looking at the loose posture on the horse, he could tell that the opponent didn't even know how to fight on the horse. have no idea.

The only thing that the Duke of Burgundy couldn't understand was that woman.

"A woman in armor? Why did they escort a woman in armor? Even using such elite force?"

If only that soldier came, he could still understand, after all, for a soldier with such force, he could go wherever he wanted.But right now, that soldier is actually escorting a woman...

"hiss……"

The Duke of Burgundy inexplicably remembered some rumors.

There are many rumors saying that in this war-torn land, a girl will appear to save the whole of France—of course, there are many similar rumors, such as a dwarf who will save France, and some people say It will be a foreigner who will save France. If he wants to hear such so-called prophecy stories that are circulated among the people, he can hear [-] different versions.

As a duke, he didn't need to believe in these things originally, and any so-called prophecies were no match for his elite soldiers.

But just now, these elite soldiers and strong generals under him were almost defeated by a single person.

The bloody battle was right in front of his eyes, and the figure who used the lance like a dragon was still in his mind.

There are some things that he can't help but not believe.

"How could it be possible for you to save France... That false king is not worthy of allegiance at all!"

The Duke of Burgundy's face sank.

"For the sake of Burgundy, they must be taken down!"

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Difficult to Travel ([-] words for tickets)

During these recent journeys, Joan of Arc has experienced what it means to truly live rather than die.

She can bear the bumpy horseback, and the rough dry food is not too hard to swallow, but the arrow rain from a distance almost drives her crazy--when she eats, the Burgundians will shoot arrows, and when she rests, The Burgundians know how to shoot arrows, and even when she is in a hurry, the Burgundians in the distance can still shoot arrows.

Of course, this is not the most hateful thing. The most hateful thing is that every time she finds a bunker and prepares to defend, the Burgundian arrow rain stops.

There were only some whistles coming from afar, the mocking of the Burgundians, and Joan of Arc, who was hiding behind the bunker, looked like a panicked clown.

This made the young Joan extremely angry.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Finally, after another round of arrow rain, the young Joan of Arc was completely consumed by anger. She finally understood why the stranger said that it was their turn to be disgusted next.

It's really disgusting. This is completely different from the confrontation between the two armies in her imagination. They don't fight head-on at all, but just keep chasing after their ass and shoot arrows. How can this kind of nonsense play work?

"This group of beasts, how could they... ouch!"

Before Joan could swear a few words, a big hand like a cattail fan suddenly slapped her helmet.

"Don't talk dirty!"

Dupin glared at Joan of Arc.

"What kind of harassment is this? At least they haven't played with you all-weather arrow rain coverage... Hurry up and break all the arrow shafts for him, don't let them recycle these arrows."

"Oh……"

Joan of Arc walked out of the bunker resentfully, and started poking at the feathered arrows on the ground together with the militiamen.

The shafts of the feather arrows were smashed into several sections, and the arrowheads were taken off and thrown into the pockets—according to Dubin, these arrowheads are also good supplies, if you can take them away, you can take more, and you may not know what to do in the future Useful at times.

Supplies, supplies.

Joan of Arc started to have a headache when she heard these two words.

When she was in Domremy, her father organized the village to raise a militia team, and after seeing her old father do this, she thought she could do it—but now she realized that, Leading troops in battle was not what she thought at all. For example, the first question was, where did she get the supplies?

Swords can curl their blades, spears can be broken, and even armor can be damaged. Of course, these are not the most important thing. The most important thing is that people eat horses and chew—you must know ten heavily armed militiamen, Adding the three of them together, the amount of food is already a considerable expense, let alone thirteen war horses?

In fact, the dry food they carried had been eaten up three days ago, and the drinking water in the leather bags had been completely consumed two days ago.If it wasn't for the foreigner's foresight, when the first wave of arrow rain fell, he decisively killed those seriously injured horses to get meat and make meat jerky, and their small team would have even been out of cooking.

The dried horse meat roasted on an open fire was unpalatable, and the little water collected every day was not enough to drink. At this moment, Joan of Arc missed her hometown very much. She suddenly felt that being a village girl for the rest of her life might not be a bad thing.

"But this is war."

The voice of the stranger echoed in her ears again.

"This is the most difficult operation to cross the enemy-occupied area. The opponent will not give us any chance to breathe. Everything around us is the enemy... You see, another well has been sealed."

Hungry and thirsty, Joan raised her head subconsciously, but only saw the mouth of the well sealed by huge stones.When she rushed over to forcefully remove the boulder, she saw that the well had been thrown into the dirt.

There was no one in the village, and naturally it was impossible to leave any food, which made Joan, who was already hungry, feel even more sad.

"Then what are we going to do!"

Joan of Arc, who was hungry and thirsty, sat helplessly on the ground, and she had completely collapsed in despair at this moment.

Originally, she thought that the war was probably like in Domremy, if you defend the village, you win, or in other words, as long as you kill the terrifying bandit leader, everyone will be safe.

But now it seems...

"Is this, war?"

Smelling the peculiar smell coming from the well, Joan of Arc in double armor just collapsed by the well.

Is this war?

It's not a majestic confrontation between the two armies, nor is it a majestic general and capture the flag, but to do everything possible to attack the opponent with all means, even if you kill a thousand enemies and hurt yourself eight hundred without hesitation.

Such a thorough fortification of the wall and clearing the country must be a loss that cannot be underestimated for the Duke of Burgundy.

But the duke did it anyway, just to deal with their group.

The arrow rain in the distance hit again, but this time Joan of Arc had no strength to dodge any more, she just collapsed by the well, staring blankly at the arrows falling from the sky.

It's all going to end here, probably.

The angel's prophecy was nothing more than a dream of hers after all, and she was nothing more than a stronger village girl after all. It was really...

"Om-"

A dark light flashed in front of her.

It was a lance of fine texture, and the lance it swung was like a writhing dragon.

The arrows that fell in the air were all sent flying away and fell to the ground, and soon Joan of Arc was surrounded by feathered arrows.

Joan herself, however, was unscathed.

"You, you are here..."

Looking at the familiar figure of the stranger, Joan of Arc at this moment has no strength to even have some emotions.

"I, I already..."

"Are you going to give up?"

The voice of the stranger rang in her ears again.

"Are you giving up?"

"I……"

Joan opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound. Her lips were already split due to thirst, and her throat was already hoarse.

Are you going to give up?

she does not know.

She didn't even have the energy to think about it.

But why is the stranger in front of him still insisting?

They spent these difficult days together, the stranger, the knight called Lao Luo, and the militiamen... They ate the same food, drank the same amount of water, Why didn't they give up yet, but they couldn't hold on?

Is it because her will is not strong enough?Because she thinks she can't do it?

"I...don't want to give up."

Taking a deep breath, Joan's lips moved.

"Don't give up, I will continue, I can still do it, how can I not be able to stand it..."

"...I'm afraid it's not a matter of holding on, it's my negligence."

Shaking his head, Du Bin waved to Lao Luo behind him.

"Lao Luo, give everyone the whole job, and take out the last bit of your wealth."

"This is the last of my belongings! You save some food!"

Saying so, Lao Luo opened his backpack.

In a trance, Joan thought she had seen hallucinations.

She was clearly in a deserted village, but somehow she saw a large long table, which was filled with roast chicken, roast pig, steak, bread, and even all kinds of delicacies that dazzled her.