Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

The two retainers of Duke Humphrey began to think of ways to save Joan of Arc as soon as they received the news from Duke Humphrey.

The two were originally young retainers of Humphrey's mansion. Seeing their outstanding aptitude, Humphrey trained them as aides, eating and drinking at the mansion. Some time ago, Humphrey rebelled, and the mansion in London was occupied. The two retainers originally wanted to go with them, but Humphrey kept an eye out.

The two were young, and not many people knew about them, so it might be better to stay in London to do internal work, and this was just when it came in handy.

Looking at the high tower, the two were helpless. The high tower was made of stone. Although there were still some places on the surface, they still couldn't climb it.

Just when the two were distressed, there was a muffled sound, as if something had fallen from a height. The first reaction of the two was to hide their figures, and they looked quietly under the moonlight. A figure stood on the soft muddy ground of the moat. When he got up, he looked like a woman.

The two looked at each other, both were quite astonished, and approached quietly.

Joan of Arc slowly got up from the mud. At this time, she was writhing internally, and a mouthful of blood spewed out uncontrollably.

Just now, Joan of Arc wanted to save herself in the prison cell of the high tower. She relied on her body advantage to climb out of the window. She stuck her fingers in the crevices of the stone with difficulty, trying to find even a little foothold to climb down.

Climbing two steps with difficulty, Joan was exhausted, her fingers and toes were so stiff that she was about to cramp, her shoulder was in severe pain, and the wound that had just been bandaged was oozing blood, making her in unbearable pain.

In the end, after only climbing down a little distance, she couldn't hold on and fell down.

During the short time when she fell from the sky, what appeared in Jeanne's mind was the scene of that Daming prince, that godless prince, and the scene when she met him for the first time on a white horse.

God, will you save me?
Joan of Arc fell on the soft muddy ground. Although the impact was huge, she never thought that she would survive. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, she became more convinced that God was protecting her.

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, God is protecting me." Joan of Arc actually laughed at this moment.

Two figures approached her slowly, Joan whispered vigilantly, "Who?"

"Is it Your Excellency Joan? We were sent by Duke Humphrey to rescue you."

As soon as she heard about Duke Humphrey, Joan thought of Zhu Zhanqian. She naturally knew that Zhu Zhanqin and Duke Humphrey were now in an alliance, occupying a large area of ​​land in the northern part of Ingoland.

"Is it what Daming Sea King means?"

The two nodded repeatedly, stepped on the wet soil, and sank in after a while.

"Your Excellency Jeanne, let's go, the sound of you falling just now was quite loud, and someone may come to check the situation later."

At this moment, the two of them looked up at the tower, still a little unbelievable, but they didn't die after falling from such a high place. If they went out and said it, others might not believe it.

Joan finally ran out, and just happened to meet people who came to save her. As long as she followed them, there was a high probability that she would be able to escape, but at this moment she froze in place.

"Your Excellency Joan of Arc, Your Excellency Joan of Arc."

The two called out to Joan of Arc in a daze, and wanted to take her away quickly to avoid being discovered, but Joan of Arc froze in place.

The lights in the distance have been turned on, and it should be discovered that Joan of Arc is missing, and she will come to find him in a while, but at this time Joan of Arc said: "Let's go."

"Ah?" Both of them looked dumbfounded, what kind of operation is this.

Looking at the window she climbed out of, Joan murmured to herself with a smile: "Everything is arranged by God. God is already protecting me. He has responded to my piety. I will repay God's gift. I will stay here and spread the mercy of God to all fools."

The two didn't understand what Joan of Arc meant.

Joan of Arc felt that her immortality must be God's blessing, and she couldn't just leave like this. She believed that God had heard all the unfair trials against her, and she must have a more important mission in her body, and she must bring God to justice. Tell these ignorant people about your gift, enlighten them.

This made the two of them stomp their feet anxiously, because there was mud under their feet, which almost caused the two of them to sink into it.

Not far away, the fire was lit, and a group of people came over with torches. If they didn't run away, they would have no chance.

The two had to leave her and run away by themselves.

She is now like a woman who firmly believes in investment scams. She just believes that she will pay off, and it will be huge.

There are two kinds of people in this world that you can’t wake up even if you beat them to death. One is that you can’t wake up a middle-aged man who is weak and pretends to sleep, and the other is that you can’t wake up a woman who firmly believes that her investment can make money.

A group of Ingolan soldiers found Joan of Arc on the river bed. She was covered in mud, but she stood there looking at these people with the eyes of a loser, and she felt a little helpless in her heart when she saw them.

The soldiers who looked at them with righteous eyes felt a little nervous. Most of them were religious believers. The psychological pressure of imprisoning and judging such a woman was actually quite high.

Joan of Arc stood on the spot and was caught without a fight. The guards stepped forward and tied her up with a rope. Joan of Arc said solemnly: "On behalf of God, I forgive you, your crimes, your evil deeds, you bind me, judge Me, God will hear, and God will guide me to the right path.”

The two people who hid in the dark to rescue Joan of Arc looked anxious and had no choice. The two of them were definitely not opponents of this guard, so they had to evacuate first. They were very annoyed at missing such a good opportunity.

Joan's escape from prison alarmed Mrs. Catherine, and Mrs. Catherine came to the tower where Joan of Arc was imprisoned early in the morning.

The original window was sealed at this time, and the whole cell was even darker, even if it was broad daylight and night lights were on.

The body was so dirty that it couldn't be cleaned, it really exuded a stench, Madam Catherine pinched her nose involuntarily, with a look of disgust on her face.

"You have been judged guilty by the Holy See, why do you still want to run away? You betrayed your faith, how dare you say that you have received an oracle, false saint, it's ridiculous." Catherine sneered.

Joan of Arc was not angry but said calmly: "Your trial was not just, I request the Holy See to re-trial, and I request to meet the Pope."

"You are not qualified for this."

"You can never make me surrender, God will guide me eventually, even if I die in the dark, God will lead me to heaven, but you are different, even if you wear beautiful clothes and decorate with flowers, your soul Still a slave to the devil."

Madam Catherine was furious, not because of Joan's words, but because of Joan's attitude. She originally came here with a condescending attitude to interrogate the prisoner, and Joan had experienced the torture like yesterday. It should have lost its momentum.

But now Joan still raised her head proudly, speaking her thoughts with a righteous face, which made her extremely angry.

She should beg for mercy from herself, she is just a captive, a defeated general, a prisoner.

An angry Mrs. Catherine glared at Joan of Arc. She hated this stubborn woman very much, and shouted: "Come on, cut off all her hair. Don't you want to cut your hair short to be a man? Cut it all off for me." gone."

Joan of Arc was unable to resist being caught by the soldiers, and a man used scissors to cut off Joan's hair indiscriminately, and finally became a haircut of different lengths.

Joan of Arc's appearance at this time made Madam Catherine burst into laughter: "Saint of France, who can call you a saint now that you look like this."

"Come and take off her clothes for me."

She was only wearing a thin prison uniform, but the guards tore her clothes to pieces.

Joan's figure is stronger than that of ordinary girls. After all, she has been fighting on horseback all year round, so she has a well-proportioned figure and beautiful muscles.

Lady Catherine was even more jealous when she saw her almost perfect body.

The men watched from the side, this is the saint of France.

"Drag her out for me. I want everyone to see the true appearance of the saint of France. Cover her body with mud, smear her cheeks with feces, and parade her in the streets."

Joan of Arc curled up in the corner, trying to cover her body as much as possible, but the soldiers framed her up. She was just a teenage girl who attached great importance to her chastity. She was humiliated like this. Finally cried out.

She prayed silently, hoping that her god would hear, and that her god would save her from humiliation.

But countless sludge and feces were splashed on her. She dared not open her eyes, closed her mouth tightly, and even dared not breathe. Into the nasal cavity.

In an instant, he writhed and vomited.

The soldiers pulled out Jeandra, who was limp and collapsed on the ground, and locked her in a donkey cart cage, and then dragged her to the street to parade.

A stench-smelling donkey cart was walking slowly on the main street of London City, and the ladies who were having afternoon tea pinched their noses, laughed and pointed.

"Is this the saint of France?"

"What saintesses, French women are all dirty whores."

"You said she was a woman leading soldiers to fight, how could there be so many people following her?"

"I heard that she is good at riding horses. It must be because of her riding skills. Maybe all the men in France have learned it."

"There are quite a few people there, haha."

Their wanton detractors laughed at Joan of Arc, the voices on both sides of the street were not small, and some words and fragments kept pouring into Joan of Arc's ears. Joan of Arc felt that she had suffered endless humiliation, and she wanted to die in resentment. .

But she felt that suicide was against the will of God.

She stared blankly at the sky: "God, you will come to save me, right? Everything is your arrangement?"

She regretted that she didn't run away last night. She didn't understand why she had to suffer such humiliation since God allowed her to live. The drowsy Joan was exhausted and fell asleep in the cage.

砰

Something hit her on the forehead, and the pain was very strong. When she woke up wobbly, she realized that it was the people of Ingeland who were constantly throwing stones and mud at her.

These people loathed Joan because their sons and husbands had died on the battlefields of France, and Joan could see their heartfelt hatred, which was quite different from Lady Catherine's jealousy of her.

The Lamb of God bears the wrath of the world on his behalf, because people dare not bear hatred against God.

Joan of Arc, who was covered in bruises, was brought back to the cage after the parade. She was still curled up in the corner. Mrs. Catherine watched her change with satisfaction, and let out a sharp laugh: "Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, every day in the future! Take Joan of Arc to parade every day, just like today."

Joan of Arc, who was covered in mud, passed out again. In her dream, she went to a holy heaven. In her dream, she saw a pure angel, but a long oriental sword passed by, and only the young prince stood face to face with her. , the two said nothing.

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Zhu Zhanqian got the news from Joan of Arc, and shook his head helplessly: "So, if you want to believe, believe it. There are not so many messy things, and there are no heretics."

The cultural heritage of a nation can actually be seen from its native religion. If the nation is barbaric and hypocritical, then the religion is also barbaric and hypocritical. The real part of it.

At this time, Zhu Zhanqian had already boarded the warship, and he was going to sail back to the city of Suez to have a look. The troops left here still sent people to closely monitor Duke Humphrey.

Duke Humphrey came to see Zhu Zhanqian off and said, "I don't know how long it will take for Your Highness to leave this time."

"It won't be long, mainly to see the progress of the canal. After the main canal is dug through, our warships can enter the Mediterranean Sea in large quantities, and then go to Ingoland. At that time, Duke Humphrey will become the regent of Ingoland again. When the minister."

With a flattering smile, Humphrey was shocked when he first learned that Zhu Zhanqian and others were digging a canal. Ying Gelan, who can split his hands to fight, has no power to fight back. Wait until the canal is really dug through?
This also made him very glad that he was on Zhu Zhanqian's side.

"Duke Humphrey, continue to send people to find a way to rescue Joan of Arc."

Duke Humphrey was a little embarrassed: "But, Your Highness, because of the previous incident, it is estimated that it will be very difficult to rescue Joan of Arc now."

"Think about it. According to news, they will take Joan of Arc to some cemetery for trial in a month. I don't understand your rules. As long as people are alive, there is always a chance. Duke Humphrey, prove your worth." The time has come."

"Yes... yes... Your Highness."

Zhu Zhanqian got on the warship heading to Suez City. This time he only left two warships, and the main force stayed in Liverpool City to avoid anything happening.

There is only one reason why Zhu Zhanqian is so anxious to go back, and that is that the Suez Canal is about to open.