Your type of online game is too fake, right?

"Okay, I promise you."

Saying this, Dubin pulled out the sword of vowed victory at his waist for the first time.

The sharp blade cut through his fingers, and there was another line of blood-red writing on the thin document.

【Du Shenhuai】

"See you next time."

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 50, Chapter [-], Life and Death ([-] words for tickets)

With the departure of the magic dragon, the offensive and defensive battle at Fort Augustine gradually came to an end.

The appearance of the magic dragon shocked everyone present, whether it was the English or the French, everything in front of them challenged their reason too much, which even made them forget to fight for a while—but when the magic dragon went away, it was The French came back to their senses first, especially the ten militiamen who were currently serving as the team leaders of the heavy armored soldiers. These ten militiamen reacted immediately.

And their expressions became more and more fanatical.

"Our instructor defeated the dragon!"

The excited militiamen swung their halberds and slashed at the heads of the Englishmen in front of them. The heavy attack seemed to be chopping dragon scales—but how could the helmets on the heads of these Englishmen in front of them compare to dragon scales? The moment the halberd was swung down, they were all fired.

Then, it was a one-sided massacre.

Under the leadership of ten fanatical militiamen, the French were in a state of invincibility, and the English sergeants who were still immersed in the shock could only hastily carry out some instinctive counterattacks. It is basically useless, and it is even more meaningless to the heavy armored fighters in the front row.

So, an hour later, the last English soldier who had no time to escape was also beheaded by the halberd.

And this raid under the night has finally come to an end.

The French side killed 15 people and injured 57 people, including Joan of Arc himself as the commander. As for the English side...there are too many corpses to count.However, except for the hundred or so who escaped by chance, the rest of the English sergeants had already died in the battle.Numerous soldiers and supplies were seized, which were originally hoarded by the English for the siege war. Even this fortress across the river from the city of Orleans is not damaged much at the moment.

The soldiers took advantage of the risk to attack at night, and in exchange for an unimaginably huge harvest, if there must be a fly in the ointment... it is that the Earl of Suffolk's team was not kept in the city by them.

When he realized the defeat, the siege commander ran faster than anyone else. While the French sergeants were still advancing inward, the Earl of Suffolk led the team along the tunnel dug long ago. ran away.

But for the French, this is nothing.

After all, this is their first big victory in many years.

Big win!

"Won!!!"

I don't know who started the celebration first, and then everyone shouted, and the sergeants threw their helmets into the air to vent their joy of victory—but after a few unlucky ghosts were knocked over by the helmets that fell from the sky, , this recreational activity quickly turned into throwing hats, throwing their own hats, throwing other people's hats, some laughed wildly, and some simply sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

How long did they wait for this victory?

How much did they pay to defeat these Englishmen?

No one knows, and they don't dare to think about it. It is only because the wounds in their memories are too deep, and it is precisely because of this pain day after day that they arm themselves, train themselves, and Will take part in this nocturnal attack, even if the dangerous action will cost them their lives.

Fortunately, finally won.

"I won..."

Joan of Arc, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked at the washed gun flag beside her, but her consciousness was a little dazed.

Did you win?It seems to have won, but she always feels that this victory does not seem to be real.Even though it was already rumored that she made a decisive decision to attack at night, it was a great and courageous decision, but in fact she knew that she almost killed all the soldiers that night.

If the foreigner hadn't appeared in time and defeated the dragon, she who was about to behead the general and capture the flag would have been beheaded by the black-armoured girl on the spot.

In the past, she always wanted to imitate the appearance of that foreigner, what kind of "kill the general and capture the flag", but this time she realized that killing the general and capturing the flag may not be a panacea--indeed, as a member of the team The strongest one, she has a strange power that far exceeds that of ordinary people. When she uses herself as the front arrow, she can completely lead the team to pierce through any formation... But this is the strongest point, but also the weakest point.

Just like a sharp knife, the stains and rust spots on the knife body are not a big deal, even if there are pits, it doesn't matter, but if the blade breaks, the whole knife is at risk of breaking.

And as the strongest of the whole team, she herself is the blade of that sharp knife.

If she is broken, the entire team will be crushed in an instant.

In fact, this is also the reason why those sergeants were killed and injured. Judging from the questioning of the wounded afterwards, when those soldiers were injured, it happened to be when she was defeated by the black-armored girl.

The general was defeated, as soldiers, how could they not lose their minds, and on the bloody battlefield, a moment's distraction was enough to cause them serious injuries or even death.

"It's still not strong enough..."

Joan of Arc, who was lying on the hospital bed, couldn't help clenching her fists.

Although she can comfort herself with the fact that the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, she can also say that the soldiers are already prepared to die in battle, but when the soldiers under her command suffer casualties, she still feels that it is her own problem——she It could have been done, she could have allowed those soldiers to go home safely after the war, but now...

"Okay, eat the apple."

A peeled apple was stuffed into Joan's hand.

"Don't think too much about it. It's normal to die in battle. You're disrespecting the dead just because you feel sorry for yourself... Those are all soldiers you led. Do you think they would like to see their coach look dejected? ?”

"……Um."

Jeanne gnawed on the apple silently, the warm flesh still carried the body temperature of the stranger.

"So who lit the wolf smoke? Mr. Luo?"

"it's me."

The figure of Baron Jill appeared outside the tent door.

"Mr. Luo in your mouth supports your decision. I don't know where he has the confidence to think that you can win... That is an entire fortress. You don't even have heavy weapons to fight a siege battle. Are you are you crazy?"

"I……"

Joan opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to refute something.

But when the words came to her lips, she still lowered her head.

"sorry."

"You don't need to tell me that your soldiers are so expensive and fast, I just know that this is very dangerous... huh?"

Baron Jill was taken aback, he even thought he heard it wrong.

"What did you just say?"

"I said... I'm sorry, this time I made a strategic misjudgment."

With a sigh, Joan of Arc struggled to support herself on the hospital bed.

"I still know too little about the battlefield, and I won't be like this again in the future."

"you……"

Looking at Joan of Arc with drooping eyebrows on the hospital bed, Baron Gil was a little dazed.

Although he once regarded the other party as the legendary angel of strength, after marching all the way, he also understood that although this holy girl has extraordinary courage, she is just a simple peasant girl in character— — But at that moment just now, Joan of Arc in front of him just lowered his head and didn't even look at him, but he already faintly felt a trace of the demeanor of a famous general in the world.

Don't be discouraged by defeat, and not arrogant when you win.

Obviously won such a hearty victory, but summed up the experience and lessons in the first time, this rare quality...

This child will become a great one in the future!

"Then I won't disturb your rest for now."

Even Baron Gil himself didn't realize that there was a bit of respect in his words.

Now he only knows that in time, maybe he can really witness the birth of a famous general.

It wasn't that he was directing hundreds of people to make small fights, but he was holding thousands of troops and berating Fang Qiu.

Baron Jill is very clear that he is not a good person, he is cruel, even a little irritable, and he is rational and decisive only when commanding a battle-but he has nothing to do, the crown prince is weak, then he will It must be tough, and the English must be treated with the cruelest means, and executed with the most violent side, so that the crown prince can feel at ease, and the crown prince can rest assured of him.

However, when he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he had never imagined that if he was not following the crown prince of the "Southern Tour", but a real hero... then all this would be different?

"A real hero...?"

Baron Jill couldn't help but think of Joan of Arc on the battlefield.

Is there anything more heroic than breaking a city with one man against a hundred?

However, Joan of Arc at the moment doesn't feel that she can be regarded as a hero. Even if she becomes a hero, it may not be really useful to her—just because her opponent is not even human anymore. Well, how does this make her fight?

"I said why she is so strong, she is really a dragon..."

Seeing that Baron Gil had already left, Joan collapsed back on the hospital bed.

"Instructor, if you said you want to deal with the dragon, how should you fight?"

"Theoretically, it is to break the wings first, pull the battle into a ground battle, then break the tail first and then break the claws, if conditions permit, break the head... But this is only in theory, after all, dragons can fly, so they are definitely not stupid It fell to the ground and sprayed on you."

After thinking for a moment, Dubin still shook his head.

"Don't think about it, this thing is not something you can deal with now. I will be with the army for a while to prevent the magic dragon from sneaking in. In addition, I have captured an interpreter before. He is from England. Please tell your people to pay attention. , don't kill me."

"……okay."

Joan of Arc nodded, but seemed to remember something, and quickly raised her head to look at the stranger in front of her.

"Don't go?"

"Don't leave for now, otherwise, when the dragon comes, who of you can handle it... What does your look mean? What are you happy about?"

Dubin frowned immediately.

"You don't think you can start messing around with me, do you? That's impossible. I'm only responsible for fighting dragons, and you can do the rest yourself. Since you said you want to save France, then go fight the battle yourself, don't Thinking about messing around all day, can you win by messing around?"

"……Oh."

After being scolded, Joan lowered her head, this is not what she wanted.

But the stranger in front of me is right, she is indeed going to save France, this is her mission, and she really needs to complete it by herself-the war is not over yet, which means that she has no time to go to France. Think of something else.For example, the inexplicable happiness just now is obviously not suitable for talking about during the war.

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc, who finished eating the apple, simply started to pick up some small bits and pieces on the table beside her.

Those are all foreign things from the body of the foreigner, which should have been carried on the body, but just now the foreigner went to wash the blood on his body, so these foreign things were placed on the table casually.

There was a medicine bottle filled with red liquid, which Joan of Arc had seen before. It was an alchemy potion brought out by Mr. Luo in the team, and she also had a copy.There is also a medal that symbolizes the identity of the militia instructor, which is made of scrap armor, and this thing was knocked by Joan herself - only the thin contract, which Joan can't understand, was born in the countryside She still suffered some cultural losses to some extent.

"Instructor instructor."

Joan moved over with the paperwork.

"How do you read this?"

"Oh, these are Chinese characters."

Looking at the place where Joan's finger was pointed, Dubin read out casually.