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Dubin quickly pushed down the excited knight attendant, he didn't want to just throw this precious prisoner away - you must know that it would be quite troublesome to capture a prisoner who can do things for him, let alone someone like a knight attendant. Smart captive.

Of course, it should be called Jin Yuehan now, but Dubin didn't expect the other party to invite some strong men out today.

After these days of cleaning the field, the English have obviously stepped up their vigilance. It is already a bit reluctant to deceive a team of people out. If they want to deceive again, the English will probably see it.

"The next few days will probably be garbage time... It's my fault that I played too hastily."

Dubin shook his head helplessly. This was indeed his negligence. The English were not fools. They evaporated seven teams in a few days, and they were killed every time. Even a pig knew that it was time to be vigilant.

"Forget it, let's let them go for a while, and wait for the New Englanders to grow before cutting."

Thinking of this, Dubin couldn't help looking in the direction of Fort Orleans.

The jungler on his side has almost wiped out all the wild monsters, so how far is the defense of the city going?

Judging from the loss of the English, the defense of Fort Orleans should be very smooth, right?

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In the distant Fort Orleans, Lao Luo and Joan of Arc who were defending the city were already devastated.

When they first entered the city, they were still full of confidence, and the remaining people in the city also excitedly lit torches to celebrate the arrival of the "Saint of Lorraine"-but the ensuing city defense battle let them know that this city is not at all It is not so easy to defend, or in other words, the defense of the city is completely different from what they imagined.

For a large fortress like Fort Orleans, the defense battle they faced was not at all the close combat they imagined.

Instead, the sky is full of artillery fire, and the cannons are bombarding each other.

"boom!!!"

The large-caliber stone-shooting gun roared loudly, and the heavy stones flew towards the artillery position of the English in the distance with huge kinetic energy—and the English on the hillside in the distance were not to be outdone, and also operated the stone-shooting gun to return. Same cannon fire.

For a while, the sound of the roar of the cannons in the positions of both sides continued continuously, and an unknown number of unlucky soldiers were seriously injured on the spot by the splashing gravel.

"We must call out, we can't wait any longer!"

During the night's combat meeting, Joan slapped the table on the spot.

"The English's artillery is better than ours. We can only be beaten passively in the city! We must fight out! We must attack frontally!"

"no!"

A nobleman shook his head repeatedly. It was Gogut, the general manager of Fort Orleans.

"As reinforcements, you are here to help defend the city! This is an order from the crown prince! How can you leave!"

"you……"

Hearing these words, which obviously didn't even understand the battlefield, Joan immediately clenched her fists.

What is assisting in defending the city!It's just that he was beaten passively, how could he win!

But just when Joan was about to say something, Baron Jill, who was standing beside her, grabbed her directly.

When Joan turned her head, she saw Baron Gil shook his head at her.

"Don't offend him, he is the commander-in-chief in name... In addition, the crown prince's order is indeed true, and it is also for your safety."

Baron Gill gritted his teeth, he was also a little helpless, how could he not see that the current defensive posture behind closed doors could only let the English pour their artillery fire.However, among the orders given to him by the crown prince... there was never any mention of being able to fight.

Not to mention going to war, the crown prince didn't even think about letting Joan of Arc go to the battlefield. These three so-called "men of destiny" were originally only used to boost morale, and their own safety was the first priority.

It's just that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. The stranger obviously didn't need them to ensure safety, and the woman broke out with more power than the man in the charge-the only reliable one might be the dwarf, but The unlucky dwarf was pierced through the thigh by the splinters from the shell during the day.

That is to say, the dwarf has a mysterious alchemy potion in his hand, otherwise he might not be able to survive tonight.

"Let's go back first, Mr. Luo still needs to take a look."

Holding back the angry Joan of Arc, Baron Gil persuaded Joan of Arc back to the camp after a lot of persuasion.

This is the resting place assigned by the city of Orleans to the reinforcements, and it can also be regarded as Baron Gil's own territory-of course, these soldiers are now at Joan's command.After seeing Joan's unparalleled bravery on the battlefield, these soldiers willingly obeyed Joan's orders. As soldiers, they knew very well who they followed on the battlefield would live longer.

The only one who doesn't listen to Joan of Arc's order is Lao Luo. He has gone through the mission line of the first four rings, which makes it difficult for him to connect Joan of Arc in front of him with the heroic Valkyrie in the official mission line. ——After all, he and Du Bin are considered to be of the same generation, and Joan of Arc also called Du Bin an instructor, so rounding up, he is also a generation older than the Joan of Arc in front of him.

This directly caused Joan of Arc to not take care of him very much at ordinary times, or in other words, he had nothing to be ordered.

So Lao Luo is now lying on the hospital bed and has become a negative example for all soldiers.

"It's that dwarf who didn't listen to the command of the saint. It's not like he was shot."

When being carried back, Lao Luo heard the voices of soldiers pointing and pointing, which made him dizzy with anger.

What does it mean to be hit by a cannon? He is just unlucky. Can this be blamed on his head?

But the offensive and defensive battle in front of him is indeed not the offensive and defensive battle in Orleans in his impression.

"That's not how it was fought, this battle wasn't fought like this..."

Facing Baron Gilles and Joan of Arc who came to visit, Lao Luo on the hospital bed tried hard to recall the offensive and defensive battle of Orleans in the official mission line.

In fact, in the official mission line, what the players participated in was not so much the Orleans offensive and defensive battle, but rather the Orleans counterattack—the time when the players intervened in the mission was actually after Joan launched the counterattack.In Lao Luo's impression, the player side was more following Joan of Arc to attack the city and destroy the English fortifications surrounding the Fort Orleans. There was no such stinky and long artillery battle at all.

This is also the reason why he was blown away by a cannonball, just because in his original impression, this thing didn't exist at all.

"In short, if you fight, you must fight."

Lao Luo on the hospital bed waved his fist.

"Only by fighting out can we have a chance of winning, and if we continue to be bored here, we will only be suffocated to death!"

"Call out..."

Baron Gil's face was a little dark, and then he told what happened in the previous evening meeting.

"This……"

Lao Luo also frowned.

Having only participated in the official quest line, he never thought that there was such a hidden story behind the Orleans offensive and defensive battle—or in other words, the players in the official quest line were still too low-level, and it was impossible for him to hear such a secret. Level military newspaper.

But now...the commander-in-chief of the city defense doesn't support them to fight?What are you kidding?

Then what happened to his impression of the decisive battle out of the city?Could it be that Joan of Arc led the troops to go alone?

Thinking of this, Lao Luo couldn't help turning his head to look at Joan of Arc.

But found that Joan of Arc had put on the helmet at some point.

"Mr. Luo, give me the command of the ten militiamen."

Jeanne stretched out her hand to Lao Luo.

"The English should have rested at this point, and it happens to be a good time to rob the camp... I will take the heavy armored fighters out to fight once, and the ten captains will also obey my command."

"you……"

Although he had already found out the "Militia Commander Medal" in his hand, Lao Luo always had some ominous premonitions.

"Or don't... let's light the wolf smoke, maybe Binge can help us get rid of those English artillery?"

"If the instructor was there, he would support my decision."

Saying so, Jeanne snatched the medal away.

"I will save France, this is my mission."

Wearing the medal on her body, Joan picked up the gun flag, and then struggled to lift the heavy snake spear.

Following Joan's footsteps, more heavily armored warriors followed her silently.

The war started peacefully like this.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 46 Chapter 16 Bloody Battle of Orleans ([-] words for tickets)

The commander-in-chief of the English side is named Suffolk, a calm and prestigious earl.

Unlike King Henry V of England, who was good at winning by surprise with longbowmen, the Earl of Suffolk has always preferred to fight steadily. As a seasoned commander, he is more used to cannibalizing his opponents strategically, driving them to a dead end step by step.

Just like now, since he came to Orleans, he commanded his subordinates to build seven forts to ensure the safety of his own supply lines, and for the enemy side, he even used four castles and more than 60 fortifications to directly surround the Orleans fortress. It was completely impenetrable - and on the south side of the Fort Orleans, on the other side of the Loire River, he directly sent people to build a large siege tower called "Fort Augustine", blocking the last supply line of the Fort Orleans.

If Lao Luo were here, he would probably say "I'm sick of my brain, this is a siege battle and not a tower defense game", but the facts have proved that this disgusting bunker style combat method is extremely effective—— You can tell from the current state of the Fort Orleans. They are short of supplies and can only be beaten passively, and they don't even have the ability to fight back.

"In short, shelling, shelling, shelling."

This is how the Duke of Suffolk ordered his sergeants.

"They eat, we fire, they sleep, we fire, they shit and piss, and we fire. We have more supplies than them, and we have more troops than them. What do they have to waste with us?"

The sergeants are very satisfied with this style of play, so that everyone is not very tired from fighting, and they took Fort Orleans easily. Just dawdle.In addition to the rounds of shelling, they were also responsible for cutting off the supply line of the Orleans Fortress in order to achieve the goal of clearing the walls.

Since you want to defend the city, you should simply consume all the Frenchmen in the city. Anyway, it is not easy to grow crops in the city. If the time is prolonged, will these Frenchmen still refuse to surrender?

This is the strategy of the Earl of Suffolk, at least in theory, it is perfect, and Henry V said it was good after hearing it.

However, recently, this strategy has gone a little bit wrong.

A French reinforcement army has entered the city. This is the news a few days ago. Although the combat effectiveness of this reinforcement army surprised the Earl of Suffolk, it is not a bad thing for him—the troops in the Fort Orleans The more there are, the greater the consumption of supplies will be. Those soldiers are not productive, but they can eat more than one. With one more reinforcement, Orleans, which is short of supplies, can be eaten up a day earlier.

But compared to this nothing-so-called French reinforcements, things other than city defense were the most troublesome for him.

He had recently received news that unknown persons were intercepting and killing the English troops.Originally, those teams were released on purpose by him in order to intercept the French transport team sent to Orleans, but these teams that were supposed to intercept the French were now intercepted by others—and what was even more outrageous was However, according to the news from the rout soldiers who fled back, it was only one person who did these things.

At the beginning, the Earl of Suffolk naturally didn’t believe this. It’s enough for one person to kill hundreds of people, but it’s even more ridiculous for one person to kill thousands of people—so at the earliest time, he regarded these as The lies of the rout soldiers even ordered a few rout soldiers to be hanged to make an example to others.

But as batch after batch of rout soldiers fled back from the fortress, the outrageous rumors appeared again and again in the ears of the Earl of Suffolk, until the seventh batch of rout soldiers came to tell him how they were When he was fished out of the fortress, the Earl of Suffolk finally became serious about this matter.

According to the soldiers, the one who attacked them was a Tatar with a strange-shaped sword, black hair and black eyes, as brave as the "God's Whip" in the legend - some people even swore, The one who intercepted them was Attila, the legendary King of the Huns, the "Military God".

"It's me! It's me!"

The deserter kneeling below burst into tears, obviously remembering something unacceptable and terrifying.

"I can see it clearly! He rides like the Huns in those stories! Black hair and black eyes! So he is Attila himself!"

"...Get off."

The Earl of Suffolk rubbed his eyebrows in distress. Of course he would not believe what a broken soldier said.

The Huns' empire has been destroyed for an unknown number of years, and that has long been a matter of myths and legends.However, if one had to talk about people on horseback, those Mongols from the East were in the same situation.

Those Mongols who are good at salvo are similar to the legendary Huns. They also relied on iron hooves to lay down a huge territory. If it was those terrifying cavalry archers, they would probably be able to kill his troops completely—but This is France, and it is a bit too far away from the place where the Mongols are active. What are the Mongols doing all the way here?

"Could it be a mercenary?"

A thought suddenly appeared in the Earl of Suffolk's mind, or, this statement sounds a little more reliable. After all, these days, everyone will more or less hire some foreign fighters to fight for themselves, and the French hire some Mongols. People... It's not impossible.