Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Cole did understand the crown prince's thoughts. In fact, even in his opinion, the crown prince's response was remarkable—since those magic sticks want to spread the so-called prophecy for their own benefit, then the crown prince can naturally Conversely, find a few "prophets" to use these rumors to motivate the army.

Faced with such a sudden time, the Crown Prince was able to respond so quickly in a short period of time. This ability to respond is indeed remarkable.

"Just, there is one more question, my lord."

Cole thought for a while before speaking.

"It is indeed possible to use these few people as a way to motivate the soldiers, and the soldiers really need an idol to gather their morale, but if this idol behaves mischievously...it will have the opposite effect."

"So I'm going to find a reliable person to supervise them, at least to ensure that they don't go wrong."

Saying this, Crown Prince Charlie thought for a while, then raised his head.

"What do you think of Baron Laval?"

"... Baron Laval?"

Cole frowned.

Baron Laval, or Gilles de Rais, Cole has heard of this name before. This baron has already led troops to fight at the age of 17. He is known for being good at small-scale encounters and has also fought some Beautiful record——but what really made this baron famous was his cruelty and tyranny. Unlike most knights who led the battle, only this baron would execute all English prisoners without hesitation, even if they were only loyalists. He would be beheaded on the spot and never leave a life alive.

Of course, for France, the baron's execution was just and there was nothing wrong with it, but letting such a strong man with military background manage those people from the village... Isn't it a bit too much?

"We still have to rely on these few people to boost morale... Baron Laval won't kill them?"

"It's impossible to kill, but if you want to go to the battlefield, you must look like a soldier."

Thinking of what happened to him during the day, and the two men who almost beat him, Crown Prince Charlie couldn't help laughing.

Dwarves and Tartars... the so-called rescuers of France, this is still in his hands?

"Our baron will drill them well, hope they can survive that hellish training."

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 37 Baron Jill Sees the Angel Chapter 37

Baron Laval, or Gilles de Rais, originally wanted to refuse when he first received the transfer order.

As a powerful aristocrat who has been on the battlefield, Jill naturally knows that those so-called prophecies are very unreliable. The so-called saving of France depends on dwarfs, women and foreigners. It is nothing more than a subtle irony that France has no decent men. ——and Baron Gill is the last to hear this kind of irony, especially now that he has just come down from the front line.

Back then, he had received military training since he was a child, tried to lead troops at the age of 17, and started serving the crown prince at the age of 21. He had severely injured the English in small-scale encounters several times, and his troops also ranged from 36 at the earliest, to There are more than 700 people who have fought all the way to the present. These are all real achievements, and they are military achievements in exchange for their lives.

But after he made such a contribution, after temporarily withdrawing from the front line, he received an order to supervise the God's Chosen Warrior in the rumors?

Isn't this really slapping him in the face?

"It's a way to boost morale, and it's a last resort... Come on, Jill, it's not a humiliation, but I really can't think of anyone who can do it."

When Baron Jill wanted to refuse, the crown prince said this to him. His sincere words made him unable to say any excuses, not to mention that he probably understood what the crown prince really meant—it was nothing more than trying to motivate him. The soldiers on the front line looked like many godless barbarians would carry rune stones and totem poles with the army, but the totem poles they prepared here were alive, and the configuration of the trio was just in line with the rumors that were raging.

The only question is whether these three living totem poles will cause any trouble. After all, because of rumors, these three people will have a very strong influence on the soldiers. Operations, such as defection and the like... Can it be put aside, at least it will be a huge blow to morale.

Successive wars have failed, and even the capital has already fallen into the enemy's hands. The morale of the soldiers on the front line is already low enough. If something frustrating happens, no one will really want to fight.

Therefore, there must be a mature general with a strong wrist to take care of these people.

Or in other words, discipline these people.

Teach them to follow orders and prohibit them, train them like training soldiers, it is best to train them into puppets who only know how to obey orders, and then let them carry battle flags on the battlefield - of course, they don't need to fight, just need them to stand It is enough to boost the morale of the soldiers on the front line. To put it bluntly, it is to train a few auxiliary soldiers.

It's just that the matter is so important that nothing can go wrong, so this arduous task fell on his head.

"You really trust me..."

Baron Gill sighed, he is really the only one who can do this job, one is because he is tough enough and knows how to train soldiers, and the other is that he is really incompatible with the English, all the English captives were beheaded by him, a person like him is definitely not will fall to England.

Therefore, the people he trained will inevitably be like him, incompatible with the English, and loyal to all the deployments of the royal family.

For example, like now, no matter how unwilling he was before, he still held his nose and came to the barracks, ready to start training with those three people.

Of course, since he was really a little angry in this matter, he was going to let the three of them experience the scene of hell.

"Then let's start with running, and run around the training ground in the barracks for [-] laps... This is twice the intensity of a regular sergeant. These civilians should not be able to bear it?"

Thinking of this, Baron Gil pushed open the gate of the barracks.

But when the door just opened, he was stunned.

Just because, in his line of sight, there was a heavily armored warrior in double armor charging towards him like a bull!

"what!"

The startled Baron Jill quickly dodges, this may be the fastest reaction speed in his life - he didn't realize what happened just now until his body fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, it was a surprise attack by heavily armored soldiers... What do these people want to do!

Fortunately, he was sensitive enough to dodge in time, otherwise if he was hit...

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Don't stand there!"

"Stay away! Run farther!"

Before Baron Jill could yell and curse, someone shouted in the distance first.

Baron Jill could see clearly that it should be a dwarf and a Tatar, and several soldiers who watched the excitement were shouting-of course, the dwarf does not look that short, but the Tatar is indeed a Tatar, Looks like that's what he's training for.

As for what they were yelling to dodge...why should they dodge?

He's here to train these people!Just walk in with dignity!Why do you want to hide...

"Om-"

A huge millstone bound by chains appeared in front of Jill in an instant.

Looking at the strong chain on the millstone, and then at the direction in which the chain extended, Baron Jill vaguely realized something at this moment.

But the next moment, he had already flown out.

"Boom!"

The not-so-strong body directly smashed down a small piece of the outer wall of the barracks. Baron Jill felt a little dark in front of his eyes, but his experience in the army reminded him that if he fell asleep now, he would never wake up again.

His head was still a little dizzy, and Baron Jill was still a little confused. He had obviously been ordered by the crown prince to come to work, so why was he already dying?

But at this moment, Baron Jill has no energy left to think about these things, and he is about to go to heaven after being seriously injured.

"One last prayer, then... May there be no Englishmen in Heaven."

Baron Jill, who really couldn't get up, simply closed his eyes.

But immediately, his eyelids were stretched open again.

Appearing in his line of sight were the dwarf and the Tatar just now.

"Are you OK?"

The dwarf seemed kind and even caring about him, but Baron Gill was still reluctant to admit that there would be dwarves among the angels of heaven.

"Okay, don't touch him, he can't speak now... I have told him to avoid it, if I have to refuse to listen, can't he see how big the millstone behind it is?"

The Tatars look very vicious, and even reminded Jill of those horrible oriental people called "God's Whip" in the story, there must be no Tatars among the angels... But there seems to be no Tatars among the angels people?

"Okay, help him up quickly, find a place to treat him quickly, don't really die."

With the Tatar's words, Jill felt himself being lifted up.

His whole body was in pain, and he felt that all his bones were broken. The injuries he had suffered in the army for many years may not be comparable to this time. This is a terrible and serious injury that can make him almost pass out just by the pain.

But at this moment, Jill saw the angel appearing in his sight.

It was an angel in double-layer armor, and a huge and heavy millstone was tied to the strong iron chain tied around his waist, but even with such a terrifying load, the figure in double-layer armor walked like flying!

no doubt!That figure in double-layer heavy armor is definitely not a human being!

"God, angel!"

Baron Jill could no longer restrain himself from trembling when the figure in double-layer armor took off his helmet to wipe his sweat, revealing his delicate young face.

At this moment, dizzy, he saw at least fifteen pairs of eyes on that delicate face!

no doubt!This is definitely an angel!

Thinking of the scene he had just seen, Baron Jill came up with the answer in an instant.

"Angel of strength!"

With a scream from the sky, Baron Jill fainted from fright.

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 38 A Bin sells medicine (38 characters for tickets)

Regarding Baron Jill's serious injury, Dubin and Lao Luo just wanted to say that it was an accident.

In fact, Baron Gil was not the first to question them. When they had just accepted the transfer order of the crown prince and moved in from the temporary camp outside the castle, many soldiers in the barracks raised objections to them—these soldiers They all felt that their team was pure bastards who went to the battlefield to gain credit.

"Get out of the waste of military rations!"

This is what most soldiers think, they don't accept bastards to go to the battlefield with them.

So began the classic entry bullying.

But this is not a difficult task for Dubin and the others. In other words, as players, Dubin and Lao Luo can understand this kind of thinking. They are not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs. Hope to be held back on the battlefield.

So, at this time, you just need to show your strength.

Unparalleled strength is the best way to make people shut up!

"Come on, Joan, give them the whole job!"

With Dubin's greeting, Joan of Arc began to put on a double armor on her body, but with this move, the faces of many experienced veterans have changed - just because they all know that only those warriors who charge into battle will Equipped with double armor, these heavy armor fighters often only appear on the most dangerous battlefields, and each of them has extremely strong strength.

And when Joan dragged the iron chain and tied the huge millstone around her waist, even the faces of the young recruits began to change.

This is already a very intuitive display of strength. Dragging a stone mill that can only be lifted by a few strong men with one hand is as easy as eating and drinking. Change.

Then, Joan of Arc started running.

This is a daily training for her. After all, her brute force is too fierce, and the ordinary training volume is not effective for her, so she can only increase the training volume under the guidance of the foreigner. , increase the amount, and increase the amount.

Fortunately, the amount of training at the moment is finally appropriate, and she can sweat a little after running for two or three laps, which saves her training time a lot and makes her feel like an ordinary person training for a long time.