"Women! Shorties! And foreigners!"

At this moment, Charles VII was in a state of mind.

In any case, he never imagined that the casual chess that he laid out by accident would have such an excellent effect, and even directly lead France to a comeback and victory!

"In short, if you want any reward, just say it!"

Looking at Joan of Arc who was wearing a helmet and armor beside him, Charles VII did not hesitate to praise this fierce general.

Without this fierce general, he might not have been able to ascend the throne so quickly. Without this fierce general, he might still be in prison at the Château de Chinon!

"As long as you want, I will reward you! This is what you deserve! It is what all soldiers deserve! Tell me! What do you want!"

"I want……"

Facing the generous reward from Charles VII, Joan of Arc was suddenly stunned.

Yes, the war has been won, Crown Prince Charles has been crowned, the French have returned, and everything is going in a good direction.

But her words... what does she want?

Is it wealth?Forget it, if she really wanted wealth, she would have done it when she had the opportunity to scrape land in the enemy-occupied area.What's more, she also knows how tight the war is now, and there is a high probability that France will not be able to squeeze out any money to reward them wantonly.

If it's about status and honor... She doesn't need this either, she just needs to let the soldiers trust her, after all, this is what really matters in terms of combat effectiveness, and their life and death on the battlefield.What's more, she has already led the army alone, and even stood in front of a group of generals at the enthronement ceremony. Isn't this a symbol of honor?

But if wealth, status, and honor are not important to her... then what does she want next?

"I……"

Vaguely, Joan of Arc thought of something.

But before she could speak, she shook her head secretly.

"I want to dress up the troops, my lord."

With a sigh, Joan changed to a more practical idea.

"I want to expand, I want to lead more people... We will continue the Northern Expedition, we will expel the English from this land! Even to the other side of the sea!"

Saying this, Joan raised her arms and shouted to the north, as if the English Channel was in front of her eyes!It is the vast sea!

"Across the sea is the enemy!"

"it is good!!!"

Charles VII laughed.

"Look! You all look! This is the general under my king! This is the destiny that God bestowed on France! Even in such a glorious celebration, she still only has the battlefield in her heart, and only war!"

Saying so, Charles VII waved his hand.

"Sure! The Kingdom will fully support your military expansion plan! Cole! You will be responsible for the funding of the military expansion... Also, have you thought about the name of your army? Such a majestic army must have a thunderous name! "

Such an honor caused the French generals present to cast envious eyes. They never imagined that Charles VII would actually support Joan of Arc so generously.

Only Joan herself scratched her head in embarrassment under everyone's gaze.

"Uh……"

Thinking of a thunderous name, this question directly baffled Joan of Arc, and she, who was born in a village, once again realized how much she had suffered culturally.

"Or... just call the Northern Expeditionary Army."

After being silent for a long time, Joan managed to hold back a name, which was not as thunderous as imagined, but just the most common and straightforward description—after all, it was an army going north, so it was reasonable to call it the Northern Expedition Army, but it was just It can be considered passable.

However, Joan had her own ideas.

"Maybe this name is still very common now, but I believe that what this army has done will make this name famous all over the world!"

"it is good!"

Seeing Joan of Arc's calm and prestige, Charles VII became more and more happy.

If the generals under him can be like Joan of Arc, why worry about the royal family being unhappy!Why worry about France being unhappy!

"You all have to learn from Joan of Arc! This is our future star in France!"

As soon as this remark came out, the generals present raised their wine glasses to pay tribute. They were all congratulating Joan of Arc’s rhetoric, boasting of this brave general—the only one who did not congratulate was Joan herself. It was that expressionless look, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

This can't help but make Charles VII a little puzzled. He doesn't quite understand why this brave general is still unsmiling on such a happy day?

"because……"

Jeanne was suddenly in a trance.

Obviously everything she wanted has come true, and she just needs to continue the Northern Expedition. Isn't this what she wanted when she left the village?Isn't that what she has always wanted?

But why, everything has been realized, but she didn't feel anything unexpectedly?

"Because . . . because the English are around."

Seeing that the atmosphere of the celebration had become a little awkward, Joan simply made up a reason and looked out the window.

That is the direction of the city of Paris, which is also the old capital of France.

"The king's capital has not yet been recovered, and the enemy is right in front of us. How can I drink and eat?"

"This……"

Charles VII pondered for a moment.

"Then you mean..."

"I'll go to Paris first, and then I'll have a feast with everyone!"

Saying this, the upset Joan of Arc quickly stood up, saluted and left.

At this moment, she didn't really want to be questioned like this anymore. Instead of accepting this kind of boring flattery and interrogation like checking household registration, she would rather go to fight the English.

At least on the battlefield, she only needs to think about how to fight.

Other than that, she didn't have to think about anything.

"Follow me!"

Following Joan's order, the heavy armored warriors set off again, followed by Baron Gil with the second echelon, and Joan's entire army rushed to the battlefield in Paris.

In Reims Cathedral, the celebration is still going on.

Although Joan of Arc, who made the greatest contribution, has left, the protagonist of this celebration is still there after all—after all, this is the enthronement celebration of Charles VII.So after Joan of Arc left, the French generals quickly changed the object of boasting to Charles VII.

"It's all because of the king's brilliance and martial arts that he attracts talents to join him!"

"Everywhere, I rely on you to fight the enemy bravely."

The generals praised the king, and the king also praised the generals modestly. For a while, the guests and the host had a good time, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than before.

This also made Lao Luo who was still at the banquet drink a few extra glasses of wine.

This time, Lao Luo didn't follow the team, or in other words, he couldn't keep up with the team because he was already on a stretcher—now Lao Luo was more likely to be placed in a logistics management position, just replacing Baron Jill's previous job .Of course, this job won't bring you much military success, but it's safe enough, and it's just right for Lao Luo, who has a broken leg.

Therefore, the matter of asking for military funds from the logistics also fell on his head.

This old Luo is quite familiar, and the time when he started his business can be called a battle of wine.Right now, I am trying to drink high-alcohol liquor, drinking these wines with average alcohol content, and it is actually drinking all the generals to the fullest - and those French generals are also very happy, they thought these so-called "Man of Destiny" is like Joan of Arc who is dedicated to fighting and doesn't care about the atmosphere, but now it seems... the dwarf in front of him looks like their kind?

"drink!"

All of a sudden, the nobles and generals raised their wine glasses to Lao Luo.

This made Lao Luo shake his head secretly.

It's a bit uncomfortable to ask him to fight for wine.But since these people want to test his drinking capacity...then he doesn't mind showing his strength.

So, after three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, some nobles and generals are going to get under the table.

Some of the generals were already sound asleep, and some of the wine tasted bad and even became drunk - but Charles VII obviously didn't care about this situation, just because he also drank a lot of wine on this happy day. few.As for Lao Luo... Lao Luo is fine.

Not to mention that he only has a quarter of his sensitivity turned on right now, and he can only feel a quarter of his drunkenness. Even if he drinks directly, that little wine is nothing to him.For Lao Luo, who is used to drinking high-quality alcohol, that little alcohol is just fun, not much different from fruit juice, only women and children drink this.

But when Lao Luo was about to force a few more people, a noble general directly grabbed his shoulders.

"Mr. Luo, you are older than me, so I will call you brother."

The aristocratic general who spoke was sleepy-eyed, and he didn't know which baron or even earl he was by looking at his clothes, but at this moment, this high-ranking figure no longer had the gentle and elegant aristocratic style, and even his words began to be a little awkward.

"Brother Luo, you can really drink. I treat you like a big brother, so I ask you something today...can you stop letting your general continue to fight?"

"……what?"

Lao Luo was startled suddenly, and the only bit of alcohol completely dissipated.

"This...brother, what do you mean? Don't everyone want to fight the English? Isn't the more you fight, the better?"

"The more you fight, the better, that's why you fight more... Brother Luo, do you think about us? We also came with the army, but you all took the credit... Yes, you can beat England People, but we can't fight, is it our fault? Didn't we fight seriously? But those English people... hey."

Shaking his head, the noble general poured down another large glass of wine, and then he fell headlong on the table without speaking.

Only Lao Luo, who had a cold back, stayed where he was, fidgeting.

Vaguely, he had already realized that those words just now were not accidental, but the common will of most of the French generals... Those who failed to achieve much results already had considerable resentment towards Joan of Arc. The more eye-catching De was, the more incompetent they were before.

"This……"

Lao Luo subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of Charles VII.

It is reasonable for the nobles and generals to have such thoughts. Now he only hopes that the king of France will not follow suit...

"grown ups."

Just when Lao Luo raised his head, the businessman named Cole also joined Charles VII.

Lao Luo could see clearly that this businessman named Cole was not drunk at all just like him.

Cole moved closer to Charles VII, whispering something in his ear, his expression made Lao Luo very uneasy - at this moment he tried to prick up his ears and listened, he instinctively felt that something had begun to change Wrong.

But no matter how hard Lao Luo listened, he could barely hear a few words.

However, it was these few words that made Lao Luo terrified.

"Paris... can't fight... withdraw..."

Cole, who leaned close to Charles VII's ear, whispered.

"Great master!"

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