Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Zhu Zhanqian's words startled the Duke of Marseille and others.

No matter who you are, you will be frightened. The army came from nowhere and said that your king is going to be judged.

But you still can't beat others.

The Duke of Marseille sneered in his heart, sneering disdainfully. The black-haired foreign youth in front of him actually said that he wanted to judge their king. Even if their king was still a lunatic, he could not tolerate such insults from others.

"The whole army is ready." The Duke of Marseilles issued an order to his army, and all the troops were ready to fight.

He can see that the opponent's numbers are seriously insufficient, and the fortifications have not yet been built. If his army launches an assault, as long as it rushes into the enemy's formation, their strongest artillery and firearms will be difficult to use, but in this case He had to lose a lot of troops, so he hesitated.

Hesitation will defeat.

He missed the best opportunity. Although Da Ming's side is short of people, as long as the fortifications are built, their equipment advantages will be brought into full play during positional warfare.

The Duke of Marseilles has not ordered the attack for a long time. He himself is still a person who is not good at leading troops. He lives on the southern front of France. The war on the northern front has almost nothing to do with him, so he has always lived in peace. Now facing He was at a loss for war.

He sent someone to negotiate with Zhu Zhanqian, but it was useless. Zhu Zhanqian's attitude was very tough.

In Zhu Zhanqian's expectation, the conflict with France was unavoidable. After all, he wanted to capture the king of France, so he didn't intend to speak nicely, but just fought.

Hou Xian said worriedly: "Your Highness, if we really want to fight like this, our numbers and supplies are insufficient. I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue."

At the beginning when Xian followed Zheng He, France and Ingolan were taken by surprise. They wailed and beat them so hard that they were helpless to fight back. But later they ran out of ammunition and lost the biggest guard of honor. We can only fight and retreat.

He was worried that Zhu Zhanqian would be in the same situation as they were back then.

One cannot make the same mistake twice.

But Zhu Zhanqian didn’t think so. According to what I learned before, Hou Xian’s first landing in France should be on the northern line. Both Britain and France have heavy troops on the northern line. They must not have enough people, but this is the southern line. France's own troops are not enough. Even if the Ming army can't occupy this place, at least it will be no problem to escape.

However, disturbing the southern front of France and making France feel threatened by the south will make it difficult for them to care about the north and south fronts. If the army is to come over, it will definitely leave the northern front empty.

Zhu Zhanqian's purpose now is to mess you up. If you mess up, I can take advantage of it.

According to the words of the elder brother of the Timur Empire, Joan of Arc in France has organized an orderly counterattack, and Zhu Zhanqian's trouble will completely disrupt the power in the country.

I occupy this place, is your army moving south? If you don’t come, there are less than [-] troops in Marseilles. Wanting to take yourself and the steam warship is tantamount to nonsense, or let your Marseilles die. to fill.

In the city of Marseilles, the Duke of Marseilles ordered Weimin to surround Daming's army from a distance, but at this moment he was very distressed.

He is a playboy who likes to enjoy himself, and he has a headache in the face of such a situation.

"Hurry up and send someone to report to the king, saying that there is an army of tens of thousands of foreigners here, and our army is fighting hard. Let him send the army over early, otherwise the city of Marseille will fall."

The entourage beside him said speechlessly: "But Your Royal Highness, they don't have that many people. Once the king's army arrives and sees them, they will blame you."

"You're stupid, it's okay to say that the others were all killed or driven away by our heroic resistance, and you can still claim credit."

It has to be said that the Duke of Marseille knows how to report military information.

He set off as soon as he rode a fast horse, but just a few miles north of the city, he suddenly encountered a French army who was thinking of marching to Marseilles.

There were nearly a thousand people, and the leader was a girl with a soft face but a firm determination. She was wearing a silver-white armor, riding a tall brown horse, and was at the forefront of the cavalry team.

And the most conspicuous thing is that no matter when and where, she always holds her flag.

One side of the flag is embroidered with the names of the Holy Father and the Virgin, and the other side is two angels holding white irises, which is the strength given to her by her god.

The girl holding the flag has almost become a symbol of a person in France. The messenger who sent the letter saw that it was a friendly army and immediately stepped forward.

"Subordinate Marseille City Guard Army, may I ask your Excellency why you are going to Marseille City this way?"

The leading girl rode on a horse and said, "God has sent a will to me. There will be troubles in Marseilles, so I will come with a large army."

The soldier froze in place, and then made a prayerful gesture to the girl: "Miracle, miracle, it is really a miracle, it is really a blessing from the heavens, and it can be considered that this Marseille is in trouble. No wonder they say you are a messenger from heaven."

"Take me there." The girl's voice was immature but unusually cold.

"But your Excellency only has more than 1000 people, I'm afraid it's not enough."

The girl Joan of Arc stared at the man with cold eyes: "Are you doubting the will of God? The decree of God told me enough, do you think it is enough?"

The man apologized quickly.

Joan of Arc urged the horse, skipped the man and rushed towards the city of Marseilles, with a serious expression on her face.

The soldier followed. Although he felt that the people brought by Joan of Arc would not be able to win, but because the whole of France was now filled with legends about this saint, he had to believe it.

She allegedly met the Archangels St. Michael, St. Margarita, and St. Catherine, who told her to drive out the English and lead the crown prince to Reims for his coronation.

And she predicted many wars. At the beginning, people didn't believe her prediction ability, but gradually her predictions were continuously confirmed, and the soldiers were in awe of her, thinking that she was a messenger sent from heaven.

With her prophetic ability, the French army can always know the actions of the Ingoland army first, and then formulate corresponding strategies.

Not long ago at the Siege of Orleans, she predicted that she would be pierced by a sharp arrow in the shoulder, but she said that it was the will of God and the only way to victory, so she did not take any precautions.

Sure enough, during the war, the enemy's sharp arrow shot through her shoulder.

Joan of Arc, with short hair and wearing men's clothes, did not back down, but cut off the sharp arrow and continued to hold her flag high, telling the French soldiers that God had sent a decree, and her prophecy was still correct. For a while, the French soldiers The morale of the army was greatly boosted, and everyone was not afraid of death, but the soldiers of Yinggelan panicked.

In the shouts of God bless France, Joan of Arc led the French army to regain the victory of the Siege of Orleans.

This station further established Joan of Arc's status as a saint, and now her reputation is extremely high.

And this time, it was predicted that foreigners would invade the old port of Marseille, and the miracles happened every time, which strengthened people's worship of her.

Joan of Arc led the cavalry into the city of Marseilles from the other side, and the Duke of Marseilles greeted him immediately. He never expected that the reinforcements would come so quickly, and the famous Joan of Arc would come in person.

Joan of Arc has a special buff that no matter where she goes, the morale of the French soldiers is passively increased by 20.00%. As soon as she heard that she had entered the city, the Marseille city guard, who had been frightened by the artillery fire of the Ming army before, suddenly felt that they could do it again .

Although the Duke of Marseille is a duke, he is weak. At this time, he has to rely on Joan of Arc to fight, so he puts his posture very low.

"I wanted to ask for help, but I didn't expect to meet Joan of Arc. It's God's will. I don't know how many troops there will be in the future?" He looked at Joan, so much is not enough.

"It's not that we met, but the saintess came here after receiving God's will, saying that foreigners invaded the South Bank."

After the Duke of Marseille was shocked, he was overjoyed and laughed loudly: "Since it is God's will, then saint, you must have a way to repel those foreigners."

Joan said with a cold face: "Rest today, and I will go to talk to the alien army tomorrow morning."

"well."

The Duke of Marseille arranged everyone, and after the arrangement, his face changed: "Hmph, it's just a little girl, putting on airs in front of me."

He was very unhappy with Joan of Arc's indifferent attitude, but Joan of Arc is like this, not only to the Duke of Marseilles, but also to the French king and prince. Except for the knight's salute, she is neither humble nor overbearing appearance.

It sounds nice to say neither humble nor overbearing, but in front of many older dignitaries, Joan of Arc is just taking credit for herself. Why should a teenage girl face them with that face? You must know that if Joan of Arc would not lead soldiers to fight, she would be so arrogant. The little girl is just a plaything for these guys one night.

Joan of Arc hated the lustful eyes of these people, so she cut her long hair short and put on a man's outfit.

This night, it was rare for Joan to sleep on a soft bed, but she was not used to sleeping on it, and finally lay on the ground. Even so, she covered herself with her own flag, and she was always used to her flag not leaving her body day and night. .

Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, with hesitation and helplessness in her eyes, she stroked her flag and said to herself: "Dear Virgin, great God, is this really the will for me this time? I misunderstood Oh God, please continue to bless me, please continue to convey your love to the world through me, let me save all the people in this world, and I will never hesitate to die."

While speaking, Joan of Arc caressed the shoulder that had been pierced by the sharp arrow before, and it seemed that she was still in pain. The exhausted girl fell into a deep sleep. She was so tired, so tired.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Zhanqian came to the front of the battle, and the opponent was already waiting for the battle. He thought that the Duke of Marseille would continue to send envoys, but he did not expect that the opponent was a girl riding a white horse in front of the battle.

This white horse is the favorite horse of the Duke of Marseille. In order to create momentum for today's battle, the Duke of Marseille contributed his horse.

The girl riding on the horse, not to mention really heroic.

In the misty morning mist, in the layers of haze, a girl riding a white horse, holding her iconic flag, walked slowly towards the camp of the Ming army amidst the sound of trampling horseshoes.

Although Zhu Zhanqian had never seen her before, he recognized her at a glance as the French hero Joan of Arc.

The two armies faced each other, but she walked towards the camp of the Ming army without fear.

"Your Highness, open fire?"

"No, she's the only one, she should be the messenger." Zhu Zhanqian signaled his subordinates not to do anything.

"But Your Highness..."

"But what but, don't listen to my words, what are you afraid of just a girl?"

"There are landmines planted in front of His Highness, if you don't say anything to remind her, let her go a little to the left."

It was only then that Zhu Zhanqian remembered that a minefield had been set up around the perimeter, and he hurriedly wanted to remind him, but before he could speak, he saw Joan of Arc miraculously reining in the reins and letting the horse go sideways, just avoiding the previous arrangement. minefield.

Zhu Zhanqian looked at Joan of Arc in disbelief. Could it be that Joan of Arc has those miraculous miracles on this person, otherwise how could it be possible to just avoid the minefield set by his own army.

Zhu Zhanqian stared blankly at the front. Joan of Arc came slowly on a white horse. Zhu Zhanqian stood up and stood on the dirt barrier dug out by his side.

In the early morning steam, the soil was wet, and Zhu Zhanqian's clothes were wet.

The white horse got closer and closer until it came to his army safely. The white horse took two steps forward. The soldiers around Zhu Zhanqian were very nervous, but Zhu Zhanqian signaled them not to move.

The closer he was, the clearer Zhu Zhanqian could see.

It was a heroic face, but it was not so beautiful. An ordinary peasant girl originally had long wavy hair, but it was cut short to look like a man. Her figure could not be seen under the silver armor, but her pair of Her eyes were full of determination, and her face was immature. Perhaps in order to avoid being looked at as weak, she specially smeared mud on her face to cover up her slight baby fat.

Her skin should be pink, but it's a pity that she can't show her cuteness and beauty as much as other girls, and she will make her dress a little messy every morning.

She finally walked in front of Zhu Zhanqin, one on a horse and the other standing on the barrier mountain, almost at the same level.

The girl spoke, with a very sweet voice at first, but she seemed to be afraid that her voice would be too immature, so she lowered her voice specially: "Your Excellency is the prince of the Eastern Empire."

"According to what you said, yes, I am the sea king Zhu Zhanqian of Daming, are you Joan of Arc?"

Joan of Arc nodded, holding the flagpole even tighter.

"Are you here for peace talks?"

"No, I'm here to ask for your help." With that said, Joan of Arc dismounted from her horse and performed a knightly salute to Zhu Zhanqian.

This sudden change made everyone stunned. Zhu Zhanqian and the Duke of Marseille were very surprised. What's going on?

Although Joan of Arc led the French army to win some wars, she also deeply felt that the British army was getting stronger and stronger, and they had stronger firearms. If this continued, France would have no chance of winning.

She swears to God that she is willing to exchange her most precious things, hoping that God will take pity on France and send down a will to save the world.

The god said that the black dragon from the east would drive away the Ingolans.

God said, fire for fire, blood for blood.

God said, God bless France.

God said, I will save you, my child.

Joan of Arc knelt down on one knee piously in front of Zhu Zhanqian: "Please also ask His Royal Highness King Haiwang to send troops to drive away the English!"