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"If Joan doesn't want to go, why don't you come..."

"do not want!"

The cold Lao Luo subconsciously clamped his buttocks.

"How did you start meeting each other! Do you know this? Let's read the mission introduction first and find a way! Please take another look!"

"Even if you say that, I also...huh?"

Du Bin, who was just about to scratch his head, looked at the introduction in the task interface, and suddenly frowned.

"Look here."

Dubin dragged the taskbar to Lao Luo to see.

It's just that Lao Luo is still confused.

"Why did you ask me to watch it? If I could understand it, I would have read it long ago. What I need now is to find a way, at least to make Joan move..."

"It's not this branch, I'll let you look at it."

Saying this, Dubin's fingers slid across a mission introduction.

[French mission line: Defend the country]

[Mission Objective: To protect the village of Domremy under the attack of the English army. If more than half of Domremy’s death counts, the mission will fail, and if Joan of Arc dies, the mission will fail. 】

"We fought all night, yes, but we fought only the Burgundian bandits."

"You mean..."

Lao Luo's face also sank.

"The second ring task, we haven't finished yet?"

"Yeah, we should have only played half of it."

Dubin nodded, then raised his head, looking at the distant mountains and forests.

Just now, he vaguely noticed a flash of light in the distance.

"In short, now is not the time to slack off. I suspect that the reason why the robbers did not escape with heavy casualties, but were abnormally desperate to attack, is probably not because of something crazy, but because they couldn't escape."

"Call the militiamen to the castle hall. This matter must be arranged in advance."

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Dubin and Lao Luo began to gather the militiamen to prepare to fight against the English who might be lurking in the dark.

At the same moment, those Englishmen hiding in the dark were watching them.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 18 Chapter [-] Only Gundam can fight Gundam

On the hillside in the distance, the young English scout put down the mirror in his hand, feeling lingering fear.

You must know that his current location is at least four or five miles away from Domremy. Even he, who was carefully selected as a scout, can only make do with enough to see the figures in the distance. This keen vision is already better than ordinary people. It was so much that he was even proud of it at one point.

But just now, the young scout suddenly felt that he was spotted by the figure on the small castle in the distance!

No!It's not just a feeling!

"He's looking at me! He was looking at me just now!"

The young scout pointed at the mirror in his hand tremblingly, his back was already wet with cold sweat.

"How is it possible! It's so far away! How did he find me! It's impossible for him to find me!"

"That's why I asked you to look in the mirror."

Beside the young scout, an experienced scout shook his head.

"I like to look when I think I have good eyes. I have a few brothers who did the same when they were young... But in the job of scouting, you can't just look at it indiscriminately."

Because some people, or in other words, certain things, are absolutely not allowed to look directly at.

The world is very big, and there are always some things beyond common sense, and sight is an extremely sensitive and important thing - there is a very popular saying that "the eyes are the windows of the soul", and this means that when you When you cast your gaze over, it is equivalent to opening your heart to the other party.

That's why he strictly ordered the young scouts to use mirrors for scouting, even if it would wipe out their visual advantage.

Just because, he used to have a brother who turned into a corpse just because he looked directly at him, even if he just glanced at each other.

No matter how far apart, when the eyes meet, everything is over.

"That's a strong man who killed the entire Burgundy bandit group by himself... Such a strong man can capture people's hearts even just by looking at them. If you don't want to be scared crazy or even scared to death on the spot, then don't fight with him anyway. He met his eyes."

"Heh, so what if he is strong?"

Even though the hand holding the mirror was still a little trembling, the young scout was still a little bit dissatisfied.

"The times have changed a long time ago, and now is no longer the era when a few warriors with high martial arts skills can change the situation of the battle... Damn, what is the commander behind thinking! Why don't you take advantage of that monster and get trapped in the bandits?" When he is inside, mobilize the Longbow Team and shoot him directly!"

The long-range shooting of the longbowmen is the pride of the English. The experienced longbowmen can let the arrow rain from the sky cover any place they want, and the arrows like short spears can even pierce through the armor and helmet.

Just like what he said just now, the times have changed long ago, no matter how strong one's personal force is, what can one do? Faced with the rain of arrows falling from the sky, wouldn't one still have to fall to the ground and be executed?

"Stupid! Do you think top fighters are pigs like you?"

The experienced scout slapped the young man on the head, making him dizzy.

"If we shoot arrows at that time, we will expose our position! That monster will drive those robbers to our side! Haven't you seen the power of the rout? I don't know how terrifying this thing is? They are They can't beat that monster, but it doesn't mean they don't dare to swing their knives at us!"

"I……"

The young scout who had been reprimanded did not dare to say anything, but there was still a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

They were just ordinary robbers, even the armor and weapons were given by them from England. To put it bluntly, these Burgundian robbers were just their dogs. How could a group of dogs dare to bark their teeth at their masters?

Is the Longbow Team really a display?Can a mere group of bandits break down the formation of English sergeants?

"……never mind."

Just glanced at it, and the experienced scout shook his head. If you haven't seen many things with your own eyes, it's hard to realize how terrifying it is just by imagining them.

But this horror originally belonged to England.

That was a long, long time ago. At that time, there was no Longbow team, or in other words, the Longbow team was far from what it is now. Even if longbowmen appear on the battlefield, they are only auxiliary units for long-range harassment.

Those who really dominate the battlefield are those knights who have won the three armies.

They all have extremely strong force, and even one person is comparable to an army. When they charge towards the enemy, it means the arrival of the god of death. The way they kill the enemy is as easy and freehand as harvesting wheat straw. Among them The strongest person in the world even has the power almost comparable to the gods, and the figure that crosses the battlefield is simply the real god of war.

"It's just the legend of the Knight King, how many people still remember it?"

Thinking of this, the seasoned scout shook his head.

He doesn't know what other people say, at least the young brat beside him certainly doesn't know.

Otherwise, this little brat wouldn't have said the words to shoot arrows at the rout soldiers.Not to mention that under the pressure of death, the crazy rout soldiers would have rushed to the formation of longbowmen desperately because of the pressure behind them. Even if the English longbowmen could shoot them all to death, they would have accomplished their deeds. The shield's mission - the strong man driving these routs will definitely follow behind the routs, and rush directly to the face of the English army.

By that time, it wasn't just the Burgundian bandits who died outside the village.

"Report it. Is this something our troops can handle... Even if our sergeant can kill everything in that village, as long as the strong man is still alive, we will definitely lose."

"...report?"

The young scout hesitated for a moment.

"Does this kind of thing still need to be reported? As long as our longbowmen..."

"Don't worry about your longbowman! Arrows are useless against existences of that level!"

The experienced scout cursed angrily.

"Things like longbowmen, if you die, you can shoot those gentlemen in France. Can they shoot Gawain? Can they shoot Bedivere? Can they shoot Galahad? Can they shoot Lancelot?" Special?"

"This……"

The young scout was too shocked to speak for a long time.

It never occurred to him that the old man in front of him would compare that warrior who lived in a small mountain village with those powerful knights in ancient legends!

"I'd rather my judgment be wrong... But no matter how you look at it, they are real warriors, real knights, and that is not something that ordinary people can handle. Our troops must not appear in front of him, otherwise There is only one dead end."

The seasoned scout clenched his fists.

"This is no longer a battle for ordinary people. Only knights can fight against knights."

"But... do we have any knights?"

The young scout couldn't help but speak.

Of course, just talking about knights in name, there must still be some. Those gentlemen who rode war horses and put on tough clothes are indeed knights with their own fiefdoms—but that kind of so-called knights can't stop them. The longbowman's fire suppression was obviously not what the old scout said.

But legendary knights like Galahad, or Lancelot...do they really exist these days?

"Of course not."

The old scout crouched down, burying himself in the shadows.

"That's why we have to report to the command center."

"They will use black magic to bring back those powerful knights from the underworld."

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 19, Chapter [-], Joan of Arc·Classic Village Girl Limited Skin

For the past few days, Joan has been sleeping very well.

Perhaps it was because of the victory just a few days ago, or because the village finally had its own armed forces, Joan of Arc unexpectedly did not have any nightmares these days—she would no longer dream of bandits attacking the village The scene is gone, and the scene of the village falling into the sea of ​​flames is no longer visible. Now she can lie down and sleep, and just sleep until dawn.

Just like she did when she was a child.

With a good night’s sleep, she will naturally have enough energy during the day, and the first thing she does when she wakes up every day is to go to the chapel to pray—she doesn’t remember how long this habit has lasted, and she probably didn’t have it when she was a child. But later on, she would come here almost every day.

At that time, what was she praying for?

Oh, by the way, what she prayed for was that the village could restore peace, and that everyone could live a stable life like before. As long as God is willing to save the village where she lives, she is willing to do anything.

"I am willing to do anything... because I can't do anything."

Thinking about herself at that time, Joan shook her head and laughed, she was still too naive at that time.

But God responded to this childishness.