Your type of online game is too fake, right?

That's how Dupin felt a little more comfortable.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, not to mention that the summoned ancient heroes are indeed of a certain level-at least higher than those of the English sergeants, and they are already at a level that can be used as opponents.

So in the next few days, Dubin may be the happiest time in the whole mission. Not only will there be more opponents to hone himself, but he can even fight against the tricks of these Englishmen—— It's a pity that these Englishmen haven't thought of poisoning their food until now, otherwise he can still practice his ability to identify poisons.

Happy times always make people get carried away, he even once forgot those rout soldiers he left outside the city, that is, the Duke of Bedford, remembering this incident, Jin Yuehan who had been squatting outside the city for an unknown amount of time. Meet him again.

But this meeting brought Dubin bad news.

"What? You said Joan was captured?"

It was only after the halberd in his hand that he chopped Berserk Gawain in half for the fifth time that Dubin received the outrageous news.

"Impossible? Her configuration is Xiang Yu's configuration. If the heavy-armored warrior group can't be wiped out, how could she be captured alive... Did you hear it wrong?"

"You heard me right, sir, I heard you right."

Jin Yuehan spoke quickly.

"That's what happened……"

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What happened was a bit complicated. In fact, it was already three days ago.

Perhaps because they were beaten too much by the heavy armored fighters, the English gradually discovered a way to deal with these heavy armored fighters-in order to charge against the Joan of Arc, the English even spared no effort to use the guns originally used to attack the city walls. Catapults were used to bombard the French soldiers.

Whether it's the slow loading speed or the clumsy way of moving, this thing is obviously not suitable for dealing with infantry, but the English don't care anymore, even if they just kill a few people, they think it's profitable.

It was also this fearless attitude that slowed down Joan's pace of sweeping around Paris.

There is no way, the English don't feel sorry for the loss of soldiers, Joan of Arc is distressed, every heavy armored soldier is a precious combat force, how can he be killed by stone shooting guns like this--sympathy for soldiers is one aspect, the most important thing is that she Can't get supplementary troops.

Since she rejected the unreasonable demands of the French king, she has been out of touch with the French troops in the rear.Although new supplies have been brought in, the number of soldiers she needs most has not increased-this also forced the Northern Expeditionary Army, which was originally in a state of strength, to drag the battle into a tug-of-war, and even their best siege. , and far less crisp than before.

After all, those English people were too vicious, even Joan of Arc was hit by stone-shooting cannons.

"drink!"

The moment the heavy stone ball shell touched the helmet, Joan jumped up into the air, and the huge kinetic energy directly drove her whole body to spin a few times in the air—but she finally landed on the ground. Hitting just knocked off her helmet.

"I am invincible! Go!"

After landing, Joan of Arc held the gun flag high. This scene greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers—it also greatly shocked the Englishmen stationed in the fortress. They didn't know what monster they were facing.

As a result, another city was taken, and the heavy armored soldiers of Joan of Arc's department were reduced again.

"It can't go on like this...at least the troops can't be reduced any more."

Thinking of this, Joan continued on to the next city.

It's just that Joan of Arc at this time didn't know that when she went deep alone, there was already another army rushing towards her defense line.

That was the army from the Duke of Burgundy. Under the leadership of the Duke of Burgundy, the Duke of Burgundy was out of the best this time - when Joan was caught up in the wild, she already knew that this battle could not be won up.

Just because the dark dragon was hovering above the Burgundian army formation, its wings covering the sky and the sun.

Joan of Arc chose to retreat without hesitation, she could not let the precious soldiers be wasted here.If you want to fight against the dragon right now, the only way is to find the nearest castle, and rely on the artillery fire on the city wall to fight back against the dragon.

So, under the rapid march, Joan rushed to the small city named Compiègne with the fastest speed, and the remaining troops who followed her had already retreated to the city—but she, who was in charge of the rear, wanted to When entering the city, the strong castle closed the gate to her.

"Don't! Don't blame us!"

The defenders on the top of the city turned their heads one after another, not daring to look at Joan of Arc.

"The Burgundians have already said it! Their only target is you! Just hand you over...forgive us! That's a dragon! How could we beat a dragon!"

"Is that so..."

Joan of Arc, who was leaning against the city wall, slowly lowered her head.

At this time, the pitch-black dragon landed on the ground and turned into a girl in black armor.

Looking at the girl in front of him who looked exactly like him, he really clenched the gun flag in his hand.

"It's despicable."

"This is war."

The girl in black armor rushed forward.

"If you want to blame, blame your own people."

The arm armor blocked the oncoming spear flag, and the black-armored girl punched Joan in the chest and abdomen.

This made Joan's eyes dark.

ps: In the Battle of Jarno in 1429, Joan of Arc was hit by the British stone cannon, but she was only knocked off her helmet.

ps3: Thanks to Fang Huan, for the silver treasure chest, ah... I'll see if I can get more.

ps4: Everyone read it first, and I will continue to write. Q Group:: Yiliu 8②Yi 7 Wife Yiliu

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 61 Chapter [-] Being a King ([-] words for tickets)

"Open the door! I want to see the king!"

Outside Reims Cathedral, Baron Gil, who had just returned from the front line, was beating on the gate of the barracks desperately.

"I died for the king! I bled for France! I want to see the king! I want to see the king!"

The shrill shouts echoed throughout the barracks, but the soldiers who were close at hand at the gate of the barracks turned a blind eye to it—out of respect for the general, they didn't directly fork him out.But no matter how respectful they are, it is impossible for them to put each other in.

It was already evident that the king did not want to see him.

In other words, Charles VII didn't want to see any members of the Northern Expedition.

He was busy teasing a tiger.

The tiger was sent by Cole. It is said that it is a rare beast that can only be found in the far east. A strong tiger is a king walking in the mountains and forests. , right now he can only be locked in a cage, staring at the meat in his hand, salivating.

Yes, this is his barracks, this is his land, and in this land, the only one who can be the king is himself.

He, Charles VII, is a well-deserved king of France.

"grown ups."

Cole next to Charles VII was far less calm than the king, and the piercing wailing outside even reminded him of the ghosts at midnight.

"My lord, isn't it a bit too..."

"Too what? You mean I'm too ruthless?"

While cutting off the raw horse meat in his hand and throwing it into the cage, Charles VII said casually.

"This is something that can't be helped, as you said, Master Gonggao... It's not that I didn't give her a chance, but she still chose to go her own way. Now the generals are jealous of her and choose to cut off her retreat. Do you think I What other reason can I give her back?"

Looking at the tiger eating raw meat in the cage, Charles VII shook his head slightly.

"People who don't know how to raise them are not even as good as animals."

"..."

Cold sweat began to seep on Cole's forehead.

With the ingenuity and intelligence that he started making counterfeit coins in his twenties, how could he fail to understand the beating meaning between these words.

This is talking about Joan of Arc, and it's also talking about him. His previous sentence of "high meritorious service" has obviously surpassed the category of a courtier-but he knows better, the more it is like this, the more he has to go further. , even if he is likely to be thrown into a cage to feed a tiger in the next second, there is an old saying in the far east.

Wealth is in danger!

"My lord, you have misunderstood me."

Cole couldn't help showing a bit of sternness on his face.

"I mean, you're still too merciful."

"Oh?"

Charles VII turned around.

"what do you mean……"

"The Northern Expedition, or Joan's troops."

Cole's eyes narrowed.

"They will react sooner or later, just like Baron Jill is now. Although they have lost their coach, they have become a mess, but their fighting power is still there. If they go crazy and start rebellion..."

"You mean, let me take action against these fighters?"

Charles VII shook his head again and again.

"Cole, you are too vicious, how could you come up with such an idea... Those are all soldiers who fought bloody battles for France, and each of them is the precious wealth of our France. Now that their leader has been captured, we should go to It is only right to rescue their master general, how can we attack them?"

Throwing two pieces of horse meat into the cage, Charles VII seemed to think of something, and added another sentence.

"By the way, if you go to the rescue, don't let the soldiers of the Northern Expedition go. They just got off the battlefield and are injured all over. How can you bother them to continue working hard...Let the other generals lead the team there, theirs. The soldiers and horses are still strong, just in time to meet those Burgundians."

"...your will, my lord."

Cole quickly lowered his head.

Good guy, originally he only wanted to dispose of the remnants of Joan of Arc. Who would have thought that what Charles VII wanted was to completely dismantle Joan of Arc's department and swallow them all—but just like what Charles VII said In that way, the combat effectiveness of these soldiers is indeed a precious asset of the French, and it really cannot be wasted like this.

"That's my best general, he can even be awarded the title on stage with me."

Charles VII shook his head again and again, his face full of misery.

At this time, the tiger in the cage suddenly roared.

Perhaps it was because there was no new meat and was thrown into the cage, or it might be because the tiger who ate blood finally regained its wildness. At this moment, the tiger imprisoned in the cage finally regained its majesty as the king of beasts. Let out a roar that shook the sky!

This deafening roar made Charles VII frowned.

"killed."

Following Charles VII's order, the tiger in the cage was nailed through the eye socket with an arrow on the spot.

Cole, who was standing by, could see clearly that it was a heavy arrow like a short spear.

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"No one will come to save you."