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Perhaps it was because of her devout prayers day after day, or because of the established arrangement that fate should have happened, three angels came to her dream and revealed her destiny to her—it was not just to save a little girl. A small village, but to save the whole of France, fate has her drive all the English out, all back to the other side of the sea.

She began to have power, which is the power that countless warriors dream of.

This also made her more devout, and her belief in God became stronger.

After all, a miracle really happened to her.

How could this prevent her from worshiping God more and more?

"O omnipotent God..."

After grooming, Joan of Arc came to the chapel and habitually prayed to the cross behind the altar.

"I... eh?"

Jeanne froze suddenly.

It was just because she, who had always been devout, suddenly forgot her prayers at this moment.

It should be something to pray for, she has always been like this, praying to God for peace, praying for strength, praying for firm determination... That is such a pious prayer, it is a vision from the heart, In order to realize her wish, she sacrificed her all to God.

But now... what is she asking for?

Looking at the huge cross in front of her, Joan was a little lost. This tattered and heavy blood-stained cross was clearly the one that was used as a weapon a few days ago—at the last moment of the offensive and defensive battle of Domremy, it was called The "troll" bandit leader Mex smashed it with a big knife, but after that, the villagers reassembled it in gratitude for the great role of the cross in defense.

The dark bloodstains that had dried up on the cross were proof of that bloody battle that night.

However, this is not blasphemous dirt, but represents the glory of victory.

"Ah, I already won..."

After a moment of trance, Joan of Arc came back to her senses.

It was at this time that she realized that Domremy had already won.

And she prayed for peace for countless days and nights, and she has returned to her hometown.

"This……"

Joan of Arc, who had regained her sobriety, looked at the cross in front of her in embarrassment. She suddenly realized how blasphemy her thoughts just now were—she came to worship God when she needed it, and didn’t even want to speak to God when she didn’t need it. She can also find reasons to say that she is still asleep, but isn't this kind of behavior a bit ungrateful?

"Yes, sorry!"

Joan quickly bowed to the cross, and then symbolically said some sentences in praise of God—her uncle was a priest in a nearby village, and she had heard this set of prayers countless times since she was a child.

It's just that when Joan of Arc finished her prayer and ran away with a blushing face, she bumped into a figure.

"I'm really sorry! Sorry!"

This bump startled Joan, she knew how strong she was, this unconscious bump would break even a small tree on the mountain, not to mention the bones of those villagers?

"Are you hurt...eh?"

Joan of Arc, who came back to her senses, was stunned for a moment, and she suddenly found that the figure in front of her was not just knocked down by her.

Not only was she not knocked down by her, but she even stood on the spot as if nothing had happened. On the contrary, she was the one who bumped out without thinking, more like she plunged headfirst into the opponent's chest.

Looking at the entire Domremy, there are not many people who can carry her strength. It can even be said that there is only one person who can do it.

This made Joan's head dizzy even more, and she felt that not only did she not wake up, she might have drunk some wine.

Maybe she needs to go back and catch up on sleep...

"What time is it, do you want to catch up on sleep?"

Dupin, who had been rammed by a bull, frowned.

"Do you still remember what I told you a few days ago? The Burgundian bandits were killed, but the British army lurking in the dark has not yet shown up. Now the militia has assembled and is ready for drill, you Tell me you're going back to catch up on sleep?"

"Uh……"

Joan of Arc who came back to her senses lowered her head in shame.

It was at this time that she remembered that she was still a warrior.She prayed to God for countless days and nights to obtain this power, and she has always asked herself to live like a warrior.

But now...

The trousers that were originally easy to move were replaced by a simple skirt that could outline the figure. At this moment, the position of the armor is not protected at all, the white and soft skin is just exposed there, and even the important breastplate that protects the torso is not worn because it is in the way...

How could she be a warrior like this, she was clearly an ordinary village girl who couldn't be more ordinary!

Of course, she also has unusual places.

"I should be pretty..."

With her head down, Joan looked at her chest.

She is not a little girl who doesn't understand anything, so she naturally knows that the things blocking her sight in front of her eyes have the specifications that many women dream of, and they can raise their offspring to be strong and smart.

But it's a pity that the man in front of her didn't even have the intention to take a look at her beautiful figure.

"Go and change into your gear, and then gather at the threshing floor."

Shaking his head, Dubin just put the stick on the ground.

"I'll be right here waiting for you, and I'll be back in five minutes."

"If you don't come, you won't be able to use it for future training."

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 20

As the boss who was supposed to be led on missions, Lao Luo is the busiest one these days.

Dubin is very concerned about the lurking British army, but he doesn't care about the most troublesome side mission—or he has his own solution.

"If Joan doesn't go, then you will go instead!"

After giving this advice, Dupin went on to train the militia.

Obviously, he was more concerned about how to fight wits and courage with the English army lurking in the dark, and he didn't take this little matter to heart at all.

Therefore, the important task of persuading Joan of Arc can only be done by Lao Luo himself. He doesn't want to be dragged to be the "Saint of France". Such a thing is terrifying.

However, it is not easy to persuade Joan of Arc.

Unlike Dubin, who was in charge of militia training, Lao Luo had no friendship with Joan of Arc. The relationship between the two parties was probably only to the point where they could say hello after meeting—and just these few days, After seeing him, Joan didn't even say hello, that strange look in her eyes seemed to have some grudge against him.

This made old Luo puzzled, he had no idea where he had offended the future French God of War.

So he can only try to ask Du Bin to see if this brother Bin can exert his influence and bring the cranky Joan back on track.

It's just that when he found Du Bin, he found that the method used by the other party seemed to be a bit different from what he thought.

"Not enough push-ups! Keep going! Another set!"

On the threshing floor by the village, Du Bin was holding a stick, and looked at Joan of Arc who was wearing two layers of armor in front of him with a worried face.

"Last set! Then do another set of squats! Hurry up!"

"Let me, let me rest."

Wearing a layer of chain mail inside and a layer of heavy armor outside, Joan of Arc was wrapped like an iron can at this moment. No matter how natural her supernatural power was, she was panting like a dead dog at this moment.

"I can't move, I really can't move..."

"If you can still talk, that means you still have strength!"

The long stick in Dupin's hand was already on Joan's armor.

"Move quickly if you still have the strength! The last set! One! Two!"

"One...two..."

With a pair of iron gloves on the ground, Joan gritted her teeth and tried her last set of push-ups with all her strength—but after only doing two push-ups, she fell flat on the ground, unable to lift her sore arms. Woke up.

Just when she wanted to rest for a while, a long stick passed through her arm and made her stand up.

"Okay! Now that the upper body has been trained to exhaustion, let's start training the legs!"

"I……"

Joan of Arc wanted to say something, but the long stick that was on her body was already pressed down, and when the extremely directional force acted on her body, she squatted down involuntarily.

"Okay! That's the height! Get ready...start!"

While controlling the rhythm of Joan's squat with a long stick, Dupin chanted.

"One! Two! Three! Good! Go on! Come on! Hold on! One more!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Joan shouted hoarsely, she felt her legs were burning.

And this scene was also seen by Lao Luo who happened to rush over.

"Abin! Brother Bin! What are you doing!"

The startled Lao Luo hurried over and pressed down the long stick in Du Bin's hand.

"Didn't I ask you to help persuade me? What are you doing?"

"I persuaded."

Dupin scratched his head.

"I told her in the morning that if I want to continue to hone myself, I will come to train, and if I want to live an ordinary life, I won't use it... You see, she still came to train, which means that she still wants to hone herself."

"You call this tempering?"

Seeing Joan of Arc who was wearing heavy armor and squatting with difficulty, Lao Luo's eyelids twitched.

He has seen squatting before, but he has never seen squatting in a double armor. Hearing what Dubin said just now, I am afraid that he will have to practice running...running in a double armor?Isn't this really a punishment?

"That's right, didn't you say that she's always thinking wildly recently?"

With the stick standing still, Dubin's face became serious.

"Thinking wildly means that she hasn't practiced well! She hasn't practiced thoroughly yet! I said that she always felt absent-minded during the militia training recently, and the normal amount of training can only be regarded as a warm-up for her physical fitness... Get moving! You Why stop! Finish this group! Continue!"

"Ah? Oh..."

Joan of Arc, who had already practiced a little unconsciously, shivered, and hurriedly continued to do the last few squats left.

And at the moment when the last squat was completed, Joan sat down on the ground, unable to stand up again.