I was beheaded in the Middle Ages for 20 years

The noble families of the city clearly adhered somewhat to the ways of chivalry.

He actually made an appointment with Xu Siling to go out of the city for a duel the next day.

Xu Siling didn't need a day's time. Edward III's troops were still behind him and he couldn't even see the back of their cars.

The next day.

The city brought out more than 500 soldiers, of which there were only more than 100 cavalry.

The other side did not pull out all the soldiers, and still left some soldiers to garrison.

Most soldiers were equipped with spears.

Xu Siling saw all of this, but didn't take it seriously. He just turned around and gave tactical orders. After receiving the orders, the captains turned around and made arrangements.

There were more than 400 heavy cavalry against more than 500 soldiers. The enemy only had more than 100 cavalry, and they were not heavy cavalry.

Xu Siling admired the other party's courage. These spearmen alone would not be able to resist the wolf riders even if they had their backs against the city wall.

"Wolf Riders! What is our mission? To annihilate! To annihilate without leaving a single one alive! There is only one thing we need to do, and that is to create hell!"

After the formation was completed, Xu Siling rode on the fiery horse and shouted loudly.

The executioner soldiers were all hot and excited.

This was their first outdoor match.

Somewhat nervous.

But when Xu Siling drew out the Sword of Dawn, pointed the sword at the enemy camp, and rode out.

Thousands of horses galloping!

All tension was forgotten.

The wolf riders rushed out like wild horses that had broken free from their reins. The sound of their horses’ hooves shook the earth and stirred up clouds of dust that seemed to block out the sun.

The momentum was as unstoppable as a torrent, charging straight into the opponent's formation.

The enemy cavalry did not disperse, but raised their spears to charge at the wolf riders.

The spearmen were in the rear. They were well-trained, but faced with such a fierce attack, they were inevitably a little panicked.

They quickly formed a defensive formation with spears in full view, trying to resist the subsequent wolf riders' charge.

However, the speed and impact force of the wolf riders far exceeded their imagination, and it took only a blink of an eye.

The cavalry on both sides charged.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred cavalrymen were submerged in the wolf-horse horses. Countless people were knocked to the ground and trampled by horses' hooves, dying beyond death.

Countless wolf riders began to charge into their spear formation.

Xu Siling rode on a fiery horse, holding the Sword of Dawn, and rushed to the front like a god of war.

His sword shone like a rainbow, and every time he swung his sword, it would bring up a splash of blood.

Even occasionally, when they swung their weapons, a flash of light would appear, like moonlight, and the spearmen's armor and bodies would break apart.

His figure was as elusive as a ghost on the battlefield, and wherever he went, rivers of blood flowed.

Xu Siling was not worried about the spearman's attack because it was very simple. The current fish scale armor compared to the current chain mail was simply a dimensionality reduction attack.

The fish-scale armor even has armor plates on the legs to block the damage.

In addition, horses also use armor plates as armor, so if the spearmen cannot stab into tricky positions, they cannot easily hurt the wolf riders.

As for trying to knock the wolf rider off his horse, it is even more difficult.

The wolf riders followed closely behind, their fish-scale armor gleaming coldly in the sun, and they slashed with the long swords in their hands, reaping lives.

Many wolf riders who had received tactical arrangements had already moved aside and charged from the side. The enemy's spearmen were easily cut down like straw, and the formation collapsed in an instant.

When the defenders on the city wall saw this scene, they were all stunned and trembling all over.

They had never seen such a ferocious charge, nor had they ever imagined that any cavalry would dare to challenge their spears so head-on.

However, Xu Siling and his wolf riders used their strength to tell them what a true heavy cavalry is and what a perfect French knight is.

As the battle progressed, the enemy's soldiers fell one after another.

Although they resisted stubbornly, they seemed so powerless in the face of the absolute advantage of the Wolf Cavalry.

The soldiers on the city wall did not help. This was a sacred and fair duel between the knights. If outsiders helped, it would only bring dust to the battle.

for a long time.

Xu Siling sheathed his sword and looked at the devastated battlefield, but his heart was calm.

The winning outcome is obvious.

He only cares about his own casualty ratio.

Before the appearance of Milan plate armor, heavy cavalry in the form of fish-scale lamellar armor was a dimensionality reduction attack.

Xu Siling waved his hand and gave an order to lead his soldiers out of the battlefield. Without even cleaning the battlefield, he turned around and left, disappearing into the distance with his soldiers.

The defenders of the city did not dare to open the city gates to clean up the battlefield, but seeing the bodies of their own people lying on the ground, everyone looked sad.

After a long time, the person in charge of the city could no longer bear it, and asked the guards to open the city gates and send people out to clean up the battlefield and collect the bodies.

However, not long after they left the city to clean up, Xu Siling appeared again with the wolf riders.

At this time, Xu Siling had already changed to the Swift Horse.

With the skill of "Follow the Horse's Lead", the ability values ​​of the wolf riders' horses are changed and their speed is increased.

Before the city gates could be closed, Xu Siling led the wolf riders into the city, climbed up the city walls, and controlled the city walls.

The city had already lost too many soldiers and had no fighting power at all. Especially the victory brought by Xu Siling before had already made the soldiers in the city feel terrified.

After a short fight, the city surrendered.

Everything remained the same, no prisoners were taken, and the soldiers, guards, and nobles were all burned to death.

They looted supplies, burned everything they couldn't take away, left some food for the civilians, and then left in style.

This time they ran for a long time, until dark, when they set up camp and rested.

"What are our casualties?"

"We have counted the casualties. There are 126 people, 32 of whom died. The rest were injured to varying degrees. Fortunately, not many were seriously injured."

Xu Siling's expression did not change, she just nodded and arranged for people to take good care of the wounded and make sure they were not infected.

There are still some benefits for being a member of the executioner family.

No one dares to say that they have medical skills, but when it comes to external injuries, the Executioner Family is definitely an expert in this field.

So the executioner soldiers were very professional in how to deal with the wounded.

Xu Siling doesn't need to worry about this.

As long as the medication is sufficient, everything will be fine.

After this battle, there was no more tough battles for a long time.

When Xu Siling returned to the tent, he found that Philippa was not there, so he asked the soldiers.

It turned out that Isabella suddenly fell ill, and Philippa went to take care of her after knowing it. Xu Siling went over to take a look and saw that Isabella had cold sweat on her forehead and frowned, and it was obvious that she was in great pain.

Philippa was there to take care of her, and simple disease treatment was something every medieval woman had to know.

"How is Isabella?"

Philippa saw Xu Siling and stood up helplessly.

"She is too old. She was ill before and has just recovered. Our trip was long and tiring, and she can't handle it."

Xu Siling narrowed her eyes, as if considering something, and then reached out and patted Philippa's face.

"You don't look too well. Go and rest. After this battle, there won't be any rush for a while."

"What about Isabella? Will you let her go?"

"It's not clear yet."

Philippa nodded, put her hands on Xu Siling's chest, and kissed him on the side of his face.

"You've had a hard day today, I'll wait for you."

Xu Siling smiled gently.

Philippa left, leaving only Xu Siling and Isabella in the small tent.

Xu Siling just stood there, supporting the hilt of the Sword of Dawn at her waist with one hand, and raised her eyebrows.

"Open your eyes, Isabella. I know you are not fainted."

Isabella no longer hid her feelings, and her originally shrewd eyes dimmed a lot.

"Dogs and men."

"You have no right to say anything bad about Philippa." Xu Siling said with a smile, "How many days do you think you have left to live?"

"If I had a choice, I would like to die now."

"You are not afraid of death?"

Isabella forced herself to get up, sat on the ground, and looked up at Xu Siling.

"What do you think."

Xu Siling pulled out the Sword of Dawn cleanly and neatly, and placed it on Isabella's neck. The cold light was just enough to cut Isabella's neck.

Isabella just narrowed her eyes and didn't dodge in fear.

"It's better to kill me. I can finally see the person I miss."

"Who are you missing? Your husband?"

"Edward? No no, he doesn't deserve it."

"It can't be your brother, or your father?"

Isabella was silent.

"Don't joke, Isabella." Xu Siling put away the sword. "When the Capetian family ended in France, you did have a sense of belonging to France. I can see it from your regent suppressing your son Edward and preventing him from competing with Philip VI for the French throne. But you now? Where is your faith in France? Have you long forgotten that you are a Frenchman?"

"I have never denied that I am a Frenchman, both in life and in death."

"Of course you will die, but not now."

"Is my body still useful to you now?"

"No, you are of no use to me."

Isabella was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"You don't really think that I have to rely on you to attack the city, do you? I tell you, my plan has never been to attack the city. Attacking one less city will not affect my plan. Your existence, to me, is just a means to control Edward III."

Isabella understood: "I see. That's how it is. Xu, you really see it clearly. No one in England knows that I am my son's weak spot. Only you discovered this. You are really amazing."

Xu Siling would certainly not admit that he was standing on the shoulders of historical giants and glimpsed this fact.

Throughout his life, Edward III only valued two things: royal power and his mother.

No morality or ethics can restrain him.

"In any case, you have abandoned France."

"No, I didn't." Isabella said coldly, "Xu, I admit that you are not simple, but you are still too young. You don't know how powerful France was when I was alive! The glory of the Capet family is so dazzling! I didn't abandon France. Although I am old, I am still the only one left in the Capet family."

"It's a pity that Blanche is the only one left in the Capet family. I love her very much, and she has long since given up the glory of the so-called Capet dynasty. To be honest, if it weren't for your trivial matter, I should be at home, waiting for the birth of Blanche and my child. Just because of your trivial matter in the royal family, I have to come all the way here and miss the time when Blanche is about to give birth to our child."

"Blanche, that child is too innocent. She is just like you. She knows nothing."

"There's no point in saying this, England have already lost."

Isabella sneered: "You don't want me to die. As long as I die, you can't threaten my son. My son will regain his sanity because of my death, and turn the troops back to the port to rescue Calais."

"Why didn't you tell me that your son would go completely crazy and lose his mind because of your death?" Xu Siling sneered, "If you wanted to die, you would have committed suicide long ago and no one would stop you. But you refused to die. You knew that you had become a tool for me to conquer other cities, but you still refused to commit suicide because you knew! Edward III, this stupid king, and his stupid son! He would not regain his sanity because of his mother's death!"

"My son is not stupid."

"Don't use your death to negotiate with me. You can't threaten me. Even if you die, I can still conceal it. As for how long I can conceal it, it depends on God. But I tell you, the Lord stands with France and with me. When Edward III knows that you are dead, assuming he can really regain his sanity, it will take enough time for the French soldiers to break through Calais. You know very well, and I don't want to repeat it, England is going to lose."

Isabella was silent.

She has always used intelligence as a means to control others.

But he didn't expect that no matter what he did, Xu Siling could figure out his thoughts and he couldn't fight back.

"I always believed that France would win, but I was disappointed with Philip VI."

The sudden words made Xu Siling stunned.

"The failure of the Battle of Crécy made me disappointed in the House of Valois. They were the ones I tried so hard to suppress my son against. It's ridiculous. How could a man like Philip VI lead France to become the overlord of Western Europe again?"

Xu Siling smiled: "We have the same opinion on how to treat Philip VI."

"I don't understand, Xu, why you are unwilling to support England. My son, although he has some moral problems, his ability is beyond words! When it comes to treating the capable people around him, he pays no less than the King of France!"

"Simply because of John."

"John?" Isabella was stunned and couldn't believe it: "Him? A simple boy who believes in the way of chivalry?"

"No, he is no longer a boy, he is a king."

"Do you think he can lead France to victory and restore the glory of the Capetian family?"

Xu Siling didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The Capet family is over. John will lead Valois to another kind of glory that belongs to him. It's very simple. France has me, Feuer Raya, and the Holy See. No one can defeat France, no one."

"Is a John worth doing this for you?" Isabella looked puzzled.

"It's worth it. I have to admit that John is indeed not as good as Edward III in terms of state affairs. I would say the same thing even in front of John. But many things cannot be viewed from one side alone. At least John is not promiscuous. He is loyal to his family and loves his family. He loves everyone around him! Even strangers on the street, he loves them. For a beggar, he can empty all the valuables on his body to help all those who are in trouble in his eyes."

In Isabella's impression, John was just a boy who held a wooden sword and preached the worship of knights everywhere.

It's hard to compare the impression in my mind with what Xu Siling said.

“There is no room for suffering in John’s eyes.”

"John will not use morality to restrain others, he will only use morality to restrain himself and become a role model for everyone!"

"Morality may not be a standard requirement for a king, but it is a standard requirement for me. I don't want you to think, Isabella, I want me to think, believe me, John is better than your son, Edward III, thousands of times better!" (End of this chapter)