Cute Girl Guardian

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Joan of Arc didn't know that the best time had come. As long as there were normal generals in the top French ranks, they would definitely organize reinforcements to rescue Orleans.

And if she can join the reinforcements in a certain capacity, there is hope to repel the English.

"Don't think about it anymore, everything is ripe"

"Get ready to go." Hearing the familiar voice next to her ear, a girlish smile appeared on the corner of Joan's mouth. He finally came back, so there was nothing to consider.

With excitement in his eyes, Demes waited for a year, and finally arrived.

Both he and Bertrand hoped to end the war, but England's victory meant slavery, and the whole of France would be in slavery. The king's methods can be seen from the previous five years of squeezing.

Neither of the orthodox Celtics had ever truly recognized the current King of England, Henry VI, from the bottom of their hearts, especially after discovering those inhumans in the army, they were even more repelled.

"Knight Bertrand, are you willing to help me fulfill my wish?" Looking at Bertrand with pure eyes, Joan of Arc asked seriously.

Demes had already offered her loyalty. If she hadn't strictly refused, Joan would even be called a teacher, and this Bertrand, whether he wanted to or not, needed to ask.

"I, Bertrand, and the next eighteen people are willing to fight for you." Kneeling halfway in front of Joan of Arc, Bertrand clasped his chest with one hand and said seriously.

"What did you say? It's obviously recruited by the start-up funds I gave you from the seller. You only recruited [-] people in a year, and it's too useless." Bertrand's oath made Demeston smile Said.

"Your family property is only small, and you can't even recruit ten of them yourself." Facing his old friend, Bertrand said disdainfully.

Soldiers who are absolutely loyal and will not betray, and whose strength meets the standard are not so easy to find. (.)

Chapter 27: Borrowing

"You want me to take you to Chinon?" The middle-aged man with short white hair said mockingly.

This is Vaucouleur, one of the few isolated areas in the northeastern part of France that is still loyal to the French royal family, and he, Botrycot, is the commander of the garrison here.

The one woman and two men in front of him actually wanted him to send troops to escort them to Chinon where the crown prince was, it was just a joke.

Although Vaucouleur is still loyal to the French royal family, it does not mean that he has much strength. To be precise, he is not taken seriously because he does not have much strength.

The periphery of the city is the territory of the Duke of Burgundy, an ally of England, who even dared to openly collect taxes in their area, which shows the situation in this area.

If you want to go to Chinon, where the crown prince is, you must pass through the defense line of the Duke of Burgundy. Regardless of whether you have the strength, why do you want to go.

Just at the request of the other party?He didn't even know who the other party was, and if it wasn't for the sake of the two knights, he wouldn't even go to see her.

"I don't want the commander to escort us to Chinon, but to send a letter to Chinon for me," Joan of Arc said calmly while sitting in the barracks.

"The joint invasion of England and the Duke of Burgundy has begun. The defenders near Orleans will face a big defeat. Please organize relevant reinforcements as soon as possible."

"And how do you know?" His pupils shrank, and Boricott's voice suddenly became serious.

Orleans was attacked. He only received information about this incident yesterday, and the other party seemed to know about it earlier than him.

Now he began to think about the reason for the arrival of the other three, two battle-hardened knights, and a holy-looking girl.

"My God told me everything, let me drive out the invaders." The blue eyes calmly confronted Botrakot.

"..." wanted to ridicule, but disappeared in the serious and pure eyes of the other party, and turned to be dignified and serious, becoming the commander of a place, Bo Trikot is by no means a person who believes in lies.It also has its own judgment.

In this era, if you dare to claim that you can hear the words of God, once you are exposed, there is only one result.

"I'll think about it" Closing his eyes, the meaning of seeing off the guest was very clear.

After the "comers" waited for the three to leave, Botricot called in a guard.With a worried expression.

"...The battle report from Orleans, I want to know as soon as possible"

He didn't believe what Joan of Arc said, but there must be a reason for the three of them to dare to say that, and they couldn't just send letters based on this, it was too childish.We can only wait for the real battle report.

"British is a steady commander, he won't deliver letters easily," Joan of Arc said calmly after leaving Vaucouleur's barracks.

"Whether the letter is delivered to the crown prince in time has little effect on us, the most important thing is that it can arrive there," a relaxed voice rang in my ears.

This is also one of their pre-planned plans.

If you want to promote it, you must publicize it the most. You must let the crown prince know the name of the saint. Only in this way can you join the army in a legitimate way and enjoy the rights.

There is no hope of earning meritorious promotion through normal channels in the current era, and only evil ways can be considered.

This is Vaucouleur, not far from the village of Dolémy, and it is also a rare isolated territory loyal to the French royal family. What we are doing now is to take advantage of the situation.Borrowing the power of Vaucouleur Commander Botricot, the name of Joan of Arc was passed on to Chinon, where the Western Crown Prince of France was located.

It is difficult to cross the defense line of the Duke of Burgundy with many people. It is relatively easier for a small number of elites, and they just meet the requirements of walking alone.

"The defenders of Orleans have not yet experienced the power of England. Once they go out of the city to meet the enemy, it is only a matter of time before they fail."

Not counting inhuman strength, the alliance between England and the Duke of Burgundy cannot stabilize Orleans. The Duke of Dunoy is a famous fighter, and he will certainly not simply defend the city.

But if you go out of the city, you are likely to see inhuman special forces.Small, covert attacks are hard to detect by the same forces that have been standing in their way.

"..." Joan of Arc's face flashed unbearable, which also meant that Orleans was about to face a failure and the loss of personnel.

In fact, the defenders of Orleans failed faster than they thought, before they left the territory of the Duke of Burgundy.News of the failure has reached Vaucouleur.

The prudent Botrict couldn't help being shocked, and even with a glimmer of hope, he quickly sent the encrypted letter to Chinon, where the crown prince was.

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"One month has passed. Although we have initially gained the trust of Villiers and the underworld, the situation has not improved significantly."

[Alice's Doll] The vice-captain of the team was exhausted with the post-battle analysis.