Your type of online game is too fake, right?

At least, Sir Talbot and Sir Forstoff, who were noble knights, already felt it.

Most of these French knights are fakes!There are only a few people who can really be called knights!

"Everyone, calm down! Don't be fooled by them!"

At this moment, the two jazz shouted together.

"It's just a group of infantry on horseback! Hold the line! Let me kill..."

thump—

Before the words were finished, Sir Forstoff, who was among the two, flew out, and his huge figure fell to the ground, life or death unknown.

But when Sir Talbot turned his head, he only saw a pair of shiny heavy armor, and that pure white gun flag raised high!

"you……"

Sir Talbot finally realized what had happened.

It was the heavy armored infantry regiment. When they were stepped into the joint battalion by horses, that heavy armored infantry regiment had already rushed in while panicking!

What greets the English right now is an attack from two sides!

"I am invincible! Follow me!"

With a roar of battle, the barrel of the gun flag slammed on Sir Talbot's body—it was obviously just the barrel of the gun, but Sir Talbot felt as if he was hit head-on by a siege engine generally.

At this moment, he already knew why Sir Forstoff just got hit and never woke up again.

It turned out that what the Earl of Suffolk said was true.

That crazy old man wasn't lying.

There are really monsters hiding in France's ranks...

"Surrender without killing—"

These were the last words the unconscious Sir Talbot heard.

As the gun was pulled down again, Sir Talbot's eyes went dark.

At the same time, more shouts sounded from all over the battlefield.

"Surrender without killing!"

"Surrender and don't kill! Everyone squats on the ground with their heads in their hands!"

"What about you! Hurry up! Throw away the weapon!"

With the fall of England's two main generals and the complete defeat of the main longbowmen, more and more Englishmen chose to throw down their weapons and crouch on the ground with their heads in their arms, just seeking a way out, even as a captive.

Special personnel were drawn from the French team. They were all seasoned soldiers, and they could tell at a glance whether the captives had any dangerous weapons in them, and whether they would suddenly explode and hurt people.

Thus, amidst the noise, the entire raid came to an end.

"amazing!"

After getting off his horse, Baron Gil couldn't help applauding. As the most critical part of the whole plan, only he knew how difficult this battle was.

Flanking raids are not uncommon, and any general can do it.Baron Jill has only seen it once in his life that he can use flank raids to this extent. After all, he can choose to attack from the side, and the enemy will naturally know how to defend from the side. No one is stupid. Looking at the opponent coming, it is naturally impossible for the Englishman.

But Joan turned this impossible into a possibility.

Joan of Arc, who was fighting head-on, attracted all the attention of the English, and the attitude of the heavy-armored warrior group's desperate charge completely deceived the English-it was at this time that the English focused all their attention. When facing the front, the cavalry attacking from the side can break up the formation of longbowmen in the first time.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy-armored warrior group entered the arena, and the final decision was made.

When the English used their bodies as bait to lure and kill their pursuers, did they ever think that Joan of Arc who appeared in front of them was also using her body as bait?

Such courage, such courage, and just this concentration are enough to be called a famous general in the world!

It's just that this tactic, even a famous general, is difficult to do easily.

Just because of this tactic, it is too much a test of the tacit understanding and trust among the sergeants.

Whenever Baron Gill's cavalry is late for even a moment, the heavy armored fighters will be shot and killed on the spot, and if the heavy armored soldiers don't rush into the formation in time, the English people who react will also kill Baron Gill's cavalry. .

Only trust, the trust that they can entrust their lives to each other, can allow them to play such a perfect cooperation and achieve such a brilliant record.

"Is this what it's like to work under a real hero?"

Holding the sharp sword in his hand, Baron Jill's body trembled slightly.

For many years, he has been struggling with fame and fortune, and he has long since become cold-blooded and philistine, but at this moment... He actually feels like he has come back to life!

His blood is still not cold!

"grown ups."

At this moment, when he saw the holy girl again, Baron Jill used his honorific title for the first time.

"My lord, what should we do next?"

"There is no need for Wolf Smoke anymore..."

Joan of Arc, who lifted her visor, did not answer Baron Jill's words, but just looked into the distance and muttered to herself.

The rambling words made Baron Jill a little confused.

"...Smoke? What do you mean by smoke?"

"It's nothing."

Joan of Arc smiled, and simply took off the helmet, revealing a head of soft blond hair.

It is no longer necessary to light the wolf smoke.

She is now able to stand on her own.

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 55 Chapter 55 is the end and the real beginning ([-] characters for votes)

For the first time, this is the first time that the French side defeated the main force of England in a field encounter after losing Paris.

No one has ever been able to defeat the English in an encounter in the wild, not even the knights that the French are proud of, just because the longbowmen's big bows and heavy arrows are too sharp, I don't know how many knights fell in the overwhelming battle Under the rain of arrows.

But this time, and only this time, the longbowman that the English were so proud of fell to pieces.

On the French side, only one person was slightly injured!

Without sacrificing a single life, they wiped out the main force of England in the field encounter, beheaded generals and captured the flag, and captured countless people... This is the first time that France has achieved such brilliant results, and it even lasted between England and France. In nearly a hundred years of war, no one has ever achieved such brilliant results!

And it was only one person who did all of this!

"Jane!"

When he saw the battle report brought back by his subordinates, Crown Prince Charlie shook his fist fiercely.

At this moment, he was so elated.

When he first received this military newspaper, he thought it was a fake, but the news from the front line, as well as the prisoners and captures that were constantly being brought back, let him know that this is really a worthless job. Moisture report.The French did not sacrifice even a single life, but wiped out the main force of England in one battle. This is simply, this is simply...

"Reward! Great reward!"

Prince Charles slapped the table hard.

"Cole! Go get some more good things! I want to reward the soldiers on the front line! Every one of them is a warrior! Every one of them deserves this reward... Where is the Ministry of Joan of Arc stationed now? Bring all the things to me !"

"Uh, my lord."

Cole, who had almost become the crown prince's pocketbook, reported in a low voice.

"How can I, a businessman, know the whereabouts of the army... But according to the statements of the captives, after winning the Battle of Pati, the Joan of Arc just stopped for a long time to recuperate before continuing to move forward."

"……what?"

Crown Prince Charlie was stunned.

"They actually...didn't stop?"

"Yes, my lord."

Cole nodded.

"They're still marching on."

Crown Prince Charlie suddenly felt a little unbelievable. He had never seen such an army. They were victorious in every battle, but they didn't even have time to get the rewards. They seemed to be indifferent to everything. All they had in their eyes was war. And only war.

Indeed, such an army is indeed excellent for a king, but such an army...does it really exist?

Crown Prince Charlie was a little disbelieving, mainly because this kind of troops who had no desires and desires, and only had the battlefield in their hearts, was too magical.

But the military newspaper that came later put the facts in front of him.

Three days after the Battle of Paty, Auxerre surrendered.

Five days after the Battle of Pati, Troyes surrendered.

"I am invincible! Surrender without killing!"

Whenever Joan's troops shouted this slogan, the Englishmen stationed in the fort gave up the idea of ​​resistance one after another, and the residents of the villages and towns along the way even emptied their pots of pulp to welcome the king's teacher!

"But you don't take anything."

Joan of Arc shook her head at her subordinates when she found out that some villagers had come out to work in the army.

"When they were sent over, I persuaded them to go back and told them to let them live a peaceful life for a few days."

"But……"

The sergeants under Joan of Arc were a little hesitant. They still wanted to accept it—after all, it was sent for nothing by the people. But military funds are always getting more and more...

"It's nothing but, I'm from the village, how can I not know what they think?"

Joan shook her head and sighed, she didn't realize that the so-called "labor army" was a real labor force.

Just because in this troubled world, burning, killing and looting is normal. The so-called banditry is like a comb, and soldiers are like a grate. Organized soldiers often loot more fiercely than bandits, and this kind of looting is not just for the enemy. Areas, and even their own villages and towns in the war zone sometimes become their food targets.

So this is not so much the support of the people for the army, but rather the fear of the people for the army.

They were afraid, afraid that the army would loot the surroundings, so they sent the supplies over first as a proof of surrender—what they wanted was that the army would not do anything to them, so that they could leave the last morsel of food in their hands.

The soldiers may not know, they have long been used to the life of the army, the nobles may not know, they have long been used to this kind of recruitment, but Joan of Arc, who was born in the countryside... how could she not know these things?

"Or take some."