I was beheaded in the Middle Ages for 20 years

Isabella's expression looked slightly ferocious in the dim light.

She could never have imagined that her son would be so despicable in Xu Siling's words.

Xu Ran said calmly.

"In 1339 and 1340, he launched offensive attempts from northern France, but both attacks failed."

"And in June of 40, the English fleet won a great victory in the naval battle."

"But the military expenditures were so huge that he could not afford to continue the war. In 44, he even declared bankruptcy, and two major banks in Florence collapsed."

"Isabella, what I want to say is that no one is born a king. Your son Edward also made mistakes step by step and then grew up. He also made many stupid decisions before the Battle of Crécy."

"Why do you think that John, who is 29 years old, is not as good as Edward, who is 39 years old and still struggling to choose a daily bed partner?"

"To put it bluntly, Edward at the age of 29 is not as good as John now."

Isabella smiled bitterly: "I see that you keep calling him John, and you don't seem to have much respect for the king."

"John is my brother. Respect is in the heart, not in words. I am different from your son. I care about superficial things. Those superficial things may make him climax, but I am not interested at all."

Isabella's face turned pale. She was indeed sick. That was true. She crossed her fingers and tapped them gently. She was thinking.

The Queen of England, who is over fifty years old, is still thinking.

The more Isabella learned about this battle, the more she realized that England was not far from losing.

She must find a way to save England and save her son.

Because Xu Siling's plan was to retaliate, whatever the Black Prince did, Xu Siling would do.

As long as they captured Calais, the French soldiers could shift the main battlefield to English territory. England, which had divided its forces from the beginning, would not have sufficient manpower to resist the attack of the French bear soldiers.

After winning the Battle of Crécy, England gained a city that could be garrisoned in northern France, which was a great thing at the time.

However, the outbreak of the Black Death gave France a reprieve, and the two countries were forced to stop the war.

But once Calais is occupied by France, will there be a second Black Death, causing the two countries to cease fighting and giving England a chance to breathe?

No one could understand, least of all Isabella.

Isabella might as well have committed suicide than have prayed for a second outbreak of the Black Death.

It is not clear what the current state of her son Edward III is.

We must find a way to bring him back to his senses and change direction to aid Calais.

But no matter how hard Isabella thought, she couldn't come up with a solution.

She could only watch as Xu Siling used her to force the British nobles to go out of the city to fight.

Seeing Xu Siling capture two cities in a row, Isabella felt desperate.

She had never seen such brave and capable soldiers and generals on the battlefield.

Always take the unexpected and make unexpected decisions.

Isabella thought: "Has Philippa really betrayed England and my son?"

"Do you want a psychological comfort? Or a real answer? If it's a psychological comfort, I can tell you that she betrayed me."

"What's the real answer?"

"In my heart, no. In the eyes of you, she does, but in fact, she did nothing wrong from the beginning, yet she has to suffer your accusations."

Isabella smiled. "Anyway, her actions tell me that she chooses to support France."

"She is French and a Valois woman; she has every reason to do so."

"But she is also the Queen of England, the wife of Edward III!"

"The biggest difference between a loser in politics and a loser on the battlefield is that there is no honor to speak of. If you lose, you lose everything, and no one will sympathize with you. There will only be ridicule and mockery, and soon, people will forget you. Isabella, the process and identity are important, but the result is the most important. In my opinion, it is irrational and meaningless to insist on standing on a losing position."

Xu Siling raised her eyebrows and looked at Isabella: "Philippa just wants to win, she is right."

"What if," Isabella asked tentatively in a deep voice, "I also choose to win."

"What do you mean?" This stunned Xu Siling.

"I am loyal to France and I am proud of France. You may think that I betrayed France, but I did not. I hate Philip VI and I think he cannot lead France to glory. You should know, Xu, my belief in the glory of France is understood by everyone."

"Of course, I understand. If you were not loyal enough to France, you would not have chosen to suppress Edward III and force him to give up his claim to the French throne. In your heart, you still believe that France is the overlord of Western Europe."

"That's right! But I don't know John well enough, and with you, I think I need to change."

"Change?" Xu Siling was a little surprised.

"Before I met you, my opinion of you was just what I heard from others, and I never really understood you. But after following you on the run for so long, I have seen your methods and your unrivaled swordsmanship. I know that England will lose."

Isabella looked at Xu Siling, her old face forced into a gentle smile, and said slowly.

"Looking at you, I have an inexplicable feeling. At least you give me hope. Perhaps, as you said, it is not Philip VI who can restore the glory of France, but John II. But looking at you, I feel that it is you who can bring this glory. If it is you, I think it is possible."

Xu Siling raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You want..."

"You are right. It is irrational and meaningless to insist on standing on a losing position. So why can't I choose to support France again? Just like I did at the beginning, I believe in you, so I am willing to support you and France."

Xu Siling was silent, and then asked: "What do you want to do?"

"You know how important I am to Edward. As long as I can get in touch with him, I can persuade him to surrender. We can take back our territory in France, and the soldiers in Bordeaux will be recalled. Everything will return to its original state."

Xu Siling couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

Isabella continued.

"Think carefully, what is the purpose of continuing this battle? John wants to avenge his previous humiliation, but I can prove that he won. If the battle continues, who knows how many people will die. Doesn't John want to take back all the territory of France? We can take it back. I can persuade my son to bow down to France again and become its vassal. Even if we don't have French territory, we can still become its vassal."

"Xu, think about Blanche and your unborn child. If you are willing, I swear to God that I can do everything I said, as long as you are willing. By then, England and France will return to the relationship that has existed for hundreds of years."

"There is no need for us to waste lives and time on this battle."

"Blanche will eventually become a mother, and I am also a mother."

"It's time to end the hatred. Especially this hatred has nothing to do with you and me, right?" Xu Siling had to admit it. He was almost moved by what she said.

Isabella was very eloquent and had an even better ability to manipulate people's hearts. She immediately stirred up desires in him that didn't exist in the first place.

If he had a choice, he really wanted to return to Raya Town, stay with Blanche, and wait for his child to be born.

But unfortunately, Isabella's words hit two of his sore spots.

"I'm sorry, I have to deny you."

"Why!" Isabella was surprised. "Don't you believe me? Or do you not believe women?!"

"No, no, Isabella, don't talk nonsense. I believe in women, and I believe in your ability even more. But there are two things in your words that I don't believe."

"what?"

"First, I don't believe in God. Second, I don't believe in my mother." Xu Siling smiled grimly, "I am not your son."

"You" Isabella stared, pointing at Xu Siling with trembling fingers.

"You are lucky to have such a mother, Edward III. Unfortunately, I am not your son, so I cannot believe what you say as a mother." Xu Siling snorted coldly, "I will not allow you to have contact with Edward unless he is defeated and surrenders, or London falls. I will consider it. But by that time, maybe his head will have fallen off."

Isabella suppressed her anger and tried to control her emotions, pressing down her raised fingers, her voice slightly pleading.

"Xu, you really don't want to consider it?"

"No, don't even think about it."

Isabella gritted her teeth: "But are you willing?"

"Willingly?"

"The last two members of the Capet family are me and Blanche. Are you really convinced by John? Don't forget how France treated you. Even if you are the greatest contributor to this battle, you will still not be welcomed by the French nobles!"

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

Xu Siling supported the hilt of the sword with one hand, waiting with interest to see what Isabella would say.

"You are very clear about your strength. I have seen it. Or should I say, everyone around you has seen it!"

"Blanche will listen to you if you want, and even I can help you, and you can be the king."

"Blanche and I can both help you claim the throne of the House of Capet in France!"

"Of course, this will be very difficult, but don't worry, Edward and I will help you. Edward will give up his claim to the French throne and he will support your claim! As long as Blanche is willing, you can still get the support of some French nobles."

"After the disastrous defeat at the Battle of Crécy, many French nobles have complaints against the Valois family. As long as you can use this reasonably, we can restore the glory of the Capet family!"

To be honest, Xu Siling admired the old woman Isabella more and more.

As the saying goes, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

It is really enviable that Edward III has such a mother who always considers him.

"Isabella, I repeat, the Capetian dynasty is over."

Isabella finally looked stunned and distraught.

"You first used love and justice to resonate with me and make me give up this plan. When you failed to find it, you tempted me with the throne, which is a benefit that can lead people to hell. Oh, there is something I forgot to tell you. I don't believe in God, but I believe in the saint. The saint never said that I could be king, and I don't have any idea about it. I think being an executioner knight is pretty good."

"And my saint is right. Edward III is not the King of France. He is not worthy of it. It is ridiculous to talk about giving up the claim. Can such a thing be used as a condition to negotiate with me?"

Isabella's whole body began to tremble with anger, her ferocious expression was no longer under control, she felt that she was being teased!
"Damn beast, I curse that the devil will stare at your heels on the ground, that you will be stabbed by the people around you on the battlefield, that your hair will fall out, that the people around you will betray you, and that you will never be able to go to heaven! Go to hell, you damn beast! You bastard! When I die, my son's sword will fall on your skull, and your skull will be used as a bowl for the devil! To hold all the filth of the world!"

"You damn executioner!!"

Xu Siling was not angry at all when she heard this. Instead, she burst into laughter and slowly turned away.

I have to say that Isabella is quite eloquent and has a large vocabulary of swear words.

If I have the chance I really want to learn from her. Xu Siling always feels that her swearing skills need to be improved.

But after talking with Isabella, he was still amazed.

Even at this time, Isabella still did not give up hope and was still trying to fight for the last chance for England and Edward III.

unfortunately
If they persist for a while longer, England will not be able to turn the defeat around.

"Has Chris corrupted me? I didn't get angry when people scolded me like that. Instead, I was very happy. I don't have the potential to become a masochist, do I?"

Xu Siling quickly shook her head: "I guess she really was influenced by me. I have to keep Farina away from her in the future. I am also affected, let alone this stupid girl."

When Xu Siling returned to the tent, she saw Philippa taking a basin of water and washing her face.

He reached over and slapped Philippa on the buttocks with a laugh.

"Dear Queen, I am back."

"We won't be too busy recently. We have time to take a good rest."

"Come, let me get comfortable."

Looking at Philippa bending over shyly, Xu Siling couldn't help but be sure.

It turns out that I am not a masochist.

Two days later.

"What? Knight Raya has taken over another city?!"

"Your Majesty, Knight Raya threatened the defenders with Queen Isabella's life and threatened them to leave the city to fight. The defenders had no choice but to leave the city to fight, as they thought the queen's life was at stake."

Edward was riding on his warhorse, his face distraught.

The ministers around him could not help but remind him: "King, you have to make a decision at this time. At least we should prevent the nobles who support us from being threatened."

Edward was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I suggest that you defend the castle and not open the gates. Even if they threaten Queen Isabella's life, you must not agree to Knight Raya's request."

Edward didn't speak for a long time, just staring into the distance with a pale expression. (End of this chapter)