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Just as the Duke of Burgundy was frowning, an old man with gray hair came out from behind the defender.

The old man in front of him is recognized by the Duke of Burgundy. This is the mayor he appointed to manage the people's livelihood of the entire Dijon.

But why did the officials he appointed have no intention of opening the city gate at this moment?

"Promise me first, don't liquidate us!"

On the top of the city, the old mayor had a bitter expression on his face.

"Master Duke, please promise me first, I really didn't mean it, and we were all forced..."

"...What happened?"

The Duke of Burgundy frowned even tighter.

"Say it quickly! Are you rebelling against me!"

"We, how dare we rebel!"

On the city wall, the old mayor wailed loudly.

"It's all that robber! It's all that robber who forced us! He opened the treasury in the duke's mansion and divided up all the gold coins and valuables in the mansion. We don't want it, and he forced it... ..."

hum-

Just for a moment, the Duke of Burgundy's world seemed to lose his voice.

It was so vicious, he had never seen such a vicious trick.

That bastard actually took his money and treasures and gave them to those mud legs!

"We have already returned everything, Lord Duke, please don't liquidate us..."

The old mayor on the city wall was still crying, but the city gate still didn't open.

Taking a deep breath, the Duke of Burgundy closed his eyes.

At this moment, he finally realized why the gate of the city had not been opened until now, even though it belonged to him.

Just because the people in the city have lost their trust in him, all those who have taken things are afraid of being liquidated one by one after he enters the city.

"So ruthless...Okay, okay!"

Thinking of the losses in his own treasury, the Duke of Burgundy couldn't help clenching his fists, plus these alienated lords in front of him... This was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

But at this moment, he still had to force a smile on his face, trying to make himself look amiable.

"... Your Excellency the Duke."

A personal guard turned the horse's head and leaned over.

"Those people may not have run far, shall we chase them?"

"Chasing... What are you chasing after? Sending out the second Dijon?"

Looking at the tearful old mayor at the top of the city, and at the still closed city gate, the Duke of Burgundy finally sighed.

"No need to chase."

"This time we lost."

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Memories of the past suddenly attacked me

"So why don't we ambush and kill the Duke of Burgundy directly?"

When the resupplied team continued on the road, Lao Luo couldn't help expressing his doubts.

He can understand the rush all the way, and Dubin's force can indeed enter the city alone. As for breaking the treasure house of the Duke's mansion, and distributing the gold and silver treasures inside to the civilians in the city... Lao Luo didn't expect Dubin to do it. This tactic seems simple, but it directly hit the Duke of Burgundy's sore spot. Even if the gold and silver treasures can be taken back, but the benefits at hand will fly out of thin air, what will the citizens do? think?

Even if the gold and silver treasures originally belonged to the Duke of Burgundy, the citizens would feel that they belonged to them after covering their hands for a long time—unless everyone in the capital of Burgundy is a saint who picks up money, otherwise Everyone has their own selfishness more or less.

If you take something, you will be afraid, and if you are afraid, you will be on guard. Once the defense starts, the so-called trust will disappear invisible.

This is not a blow on the physical level, but a confrontation of spirit and even will. Using the gold and silver treasures of the Duke of Burgundy to alienate his own subjects is a murderous move!

However, they have already killed their hearts, why not kill them directly?

"Because at that time killing people would be useless."

Dupin, who was riding on a horse, opened his mouth to explain.

"If the Duke is killed before the formation of the two armies, his army will collapse due to the blow to morale, but if we rely on an ambush to kill the Duke, his men will instead unite to deal with us first... After all, Revenge is a good name for the chief, can you understand me when I say that?"

"...I can probably understand."

Lao Luo nodded slowly, before he was patronizing to see the master brother Kai Wushuang, but he forgot that there was still this problem.

Only Jeanne understood half-understood, with a confused look on her face.

She also participated in the raid just now, and she has become more energetic. Not only did she provide flank support for the foreigner, but she also participated in breaking the Duke’s treasury to send money out—although she did this kind of robbery The matter of helping the poor really gave her an inexplicable pleasure, but she still couldn't figure out what the meaning of doing this was.

"That means you still need to practice."

Dupin scratched his head when he heard that Jeanne also started to ask.

"Forget it, I don't want to say it again, Lao Luo, tell her."

"Huh? I'm here again?"

Lao Luo was a little helpless, but he told Joan again about the method of killing people and killing people—it was at this time that Joan realized that what the foreigner did just now was not just robbing the rich and helping the poor.

This is the way to harass the enemy's rear, how to avoid uniting the enemy, how to divide the enemy, how to delay the enemy's action, how to draw the enemy's energy... These are completely invisible things in frontal battles.

But it is often things outside of these battlefields that will determine the outcome of a war.

Just like it is now, even though there are still so many soldiers and horses in the entire Principality of Burgundy, at this moment they don't even have the energy to harass them.

"It can still be like this..."

Joan of Arc, who was sitting on the horseback, was in a daze, and she felt that she vaguely understood something.

But when she thought about that understanding, she couldn't describe it in detail.

"But, but."

While Joan was still in a daze, there was a big hand on her head.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the stranger rang in her ears again.

"However, the premise of everything is that you have to be alive. No matter what you want to achieve, you must at least be a living person first. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful your strategic arrangement is, when it is actually implemented, you will be alone. Killing him face to face is all in vain, all preparations are in vain.”

"In other words... do you still need strength?"

Joan smiled helplessly, letting the hands on top of her head ruffle her hair.

power...

With her strength, although it is definitely not as outrageous as that foreigner, but after such a long time of experience, at least it is no problem to deal with ordinary battles, right?

Probably didn't ask...

"……Eh?"

When Joan of Arc was thinking this way, she raised her head, only to find a girl with a black dress squatting on the side of the road in the distance, not knowing what she was looking at.

This made Joan a little surprised. You must know that they were some distance away from the city of Dijon. This wild place is very dangerous. In addition, the girl looks beautiful both in figure and profile. What kind of villain did you meet in the wilderness...

"……Um?"

Just when Joan of Arc was looking at the girl in the black dress in front of her, the girl in the black dress suddenly raised her head.

The moment the four eyes met, Joan was in a trance.

It was like facing a mirror.

She seemed to see another self.

"……Who are you?"

At this moment, the two girls with almost the same appearance spoke at the same time.

But immediately, the girl in the black dress frowned.

His icy gaze directly pierced Dubin who was sitting on the horse.

"...you stay away first."

Taking a deep breath, Dubin turned over and dismounted.

"The next battle may be more troublesome, and I may not be able to take care of you."

"What? Fight?"

Lao Luo was a little puzzled.

"Haven't we finished the fight? This is a mere woman..."

Boom!

A stone big enough for a sand bowl hit Lao Luo's face in an instant, knocking Lao Luo off his horse on the spot!

"I see through!"

The dizzy Lao Luo hurriedly scrambled and hid behind the militiamen. He didn't even realize when the stone flew over just now!

"...the armor is quite strong."

Retracting the kicked leg, the girl in the black skirt spoke for the first time.

"Why, why don't you introduce your friends to me?"

"I remember that your favorite thing to use is a sword."

Dubin didn't respond to the girl's words, and just flexed his fists on his own.

"Draw your sword, since you want to fight me so much."

"Draw out the sword...do you still have the face to talk about the sword?"

Glancing over Dubin's waist, seeing the sharp sword hanging on the belt like a decoration, the girl in the black dress clenched her fists tightly, her eyes tearing open.

"That's my sword! Give me back my sword!"

"Don't do anything to the instructor!"

Just when the girl in the black dress was about to fly out, Joan of Arc suddenly rushed up with a gun!