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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 5 Joan of Arc and the Ultimate Insult

Joan of Arc, 17 years old, her parents run a farm in Domremy, and she also helps her parents with some chores on weekdays.

It sounds like the experience of an ordinary village girl, that is, her appearance is a little more beautiful. In the eyes of many outsiders, she may be betrothed to others early like other village girls and then marry and have children, but it is more likely that she will be married by someone. The lord fell in love at first sight and then kept him outside. After all, in this era of war and chaos, it is not so easy for a pretty girl to protect herself.

But only the people in Domremy know that this is not the case at all.

The girl named Joan of Arc had been inspired by the three angels at the age of 13. At the age of 13, her strength was no less than that of an adult male. At the age of 16, the young Joan of Arc only relied on a wooden sword. He cut down all suitors and claimed that his destiny was to restore France.

It is a heavy sword for regular soldiers. Joan of Arc swings it as easily as a straw. Ordinary soldiers need two-handed spears. Joan of Arc can use it with only one hand. Men in chain mail Militia, she can grab it and throw it out with one hand, this terrifying power is simply a humanoid beast!

Looking at the entire Domremy, the young Joan of Arc is the one who can fight the most. In terms of force alone, even her father Jacques the Old cannot discipline her.

It's just that in many cases, this courage is not as eye-catching as her beautiful face.

This is something Joan cannot tolerate.

She was inspired by the angels at the age of 13, and those angels revealed her destiny to defeat the British army. She had already defeated all the militias at the age of 16, even those foreign fighters were not her opponents.

She has proven herself, capable enough to take on great responsibilities.

But this foreign soldier said to her, women can't go to the battlefield?

What a joke!

"drink!"

With a bang, the training sword in her hand swung out violently.

The huge power poured into the sword even split an entire tree in half!

"Get out of here! She's serious!"

The young and strong militiamen ran away in horror, but they knew how far Joan of Arc's force could reach—it was the second year after Joan of Arc claimed that she had accepted the angel's summons, and a bandit group composed of Burgundians invaded In Domremy, the marauding Burgundians set fire to the barn, sending the frightened cattle and sheep scurrying about.

At that time, Joan of Arc just relied on brute force to knock down a raging bull with one punch!

It is precisely because of this that Domremy's people believe that Joan of Arc has indeed accepted the angel's call, just because this power is too terrifying and has completely exceeded their comprehension.

Even if it is just a wooden sword for training, it is as dangerous as a real sword in Joan's hands.

It may even be more dangerous than a real sword!

"Don't run!"

Seeing that the warrior named Dupin dodged, Joan immediately raised her sword and chased after him. At this moment, she just wanted to teach this outsider who uttered wild words a good lesson, and let him know that women can fight as well!

"Aren't you a so-called hero? What kind of hero can you just run away?"

"...I don't really want to fight with you."

Dubin, who was retreating rapidly, was even in the mood to scratch his head.

This indifferent attitude angered the young Joan even more, she was actually underestimated by her opponent!

Why!He was obviously a counterfeit who was beaten until he could only run away!

"If you can't beat me, you can admit defeat now! I will forgive your offense!"

"It's not that I can't beat it, how can I put it..."

Dupin scratched his head.

"It's just, it's boring."

Saying so, Du Bin picked up the broken sword and went up to meet him.

Of course, Joan of Arc would not let go of this great opportunity to attack. The training sword in her hand swung down again swiftly. Although it was only a one-handed sword, she swung it with the violent whistling sound of a two-handed sword. With a single strike from his sword, I am afraid that the helmet made of steel will be smashed into scrap iron!

However, it was this violent sword, but he couldn't swing it down no matter what.

It's just because another broken sword is precisely stuck on her sword right now.

The force movement was interrupted before it was completed, which made Joan extremely uncomfortable. This feeling of having all the strength but not being able to use it almost drove her crazy.

So at this moment, she chose to fight head-on.

With strong and brute strength, she didn't care if any movement was interrupted, she just pressed down the training sword in her hand forcefully—it was powerful enough to overturn a bull head-on, no one could resist such a powerful sword pressure!

Not even the so-called hero in front of him.

The broken broken sword flew out like the shells of a stone cannon.

It's just that there was no joy on Joan's face, instead there was a trace of inexplicable astonishment.

wrong.

It doesn't feel right.

This sword should obviously send the broken sword and the sword holder flying together.

But now, only Broken Sword flew out by itself, and the lightness of the hand even made her stagger.

But what about the sword-bearer holding the broken sword?Where is the sword bearer?

"You are already dead."

Something hard pressed against Joan's back.

Joan could feel that it was another wooden blade that she had just chopped off.

"The movements are too big, there are no rules, you only know how to slash with brute force, even if you lead a dog, you can see where your sword is going to swing... If this is an actual combat, you will already be dead with the first move, and you can't even hit it with your first move." If you can cut down a tree, are you going to catch a flying knife with your face?"

"you!"

Joan of Arc's beautiful face flushed instantly.

insult.

Make no mistake, this is an absolute insult.

The words that came from behind pierced her heart every word, and the ambiguous gesture of the two of them made her even more ashamed and indignant. At this moment, she just wanted to swing the training sword and strike that man's head with a sword!

But before she could move, a pair of big hands reached out from behind and touched her arms.

It was almost a stroking action, and the rough palm was clinging to the skin of her arm, from the upper arm to the forearm, she could even feel the lines between the palms.

How dare... How dare he!

"Ahhh-"

Joan's face turned from red to black, and the long sword in her hand swept towards the back fiercely. At this moment, she no longer cared about the rules, and she wanted to cut down the man behind her with a single sword!

But immediately, the roar for swinging the sword turned into a hoarse cry of pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Severe pain came from her arms, just because those rough hands were pinching her elbows tightly, and a pair of thumbs were like iron nails sunk into the inside of her elbows, which was the biggest source of pain.

The pain was accompanied by more severe numbness. At this moment, her arms were out of control, and even the strength between her wrists and fingers was lost. She couldn't even hold the long sword tightly.

But at the moment when the long sword was about to fall to the ground, another hand caught it firmly.

Just now, this hand had pinched her arm.

And now, this hand had placed the training sword around her neck.

The rough wooden sword edge rubbed against her fair neck, reminding her of the situation she was in right now.

There is no doubt that if this is actual combat, she is really dead.

"...I lost."

Gritting her teeth, Joan still lowered her head.

"Since you won, then I will listen to you, and I will not come to training again."

Saying this, Joan broke free from the embrace behind her, turned her head and ran in the direction of Domremy Village.

But immediately, the wooden training sword was thrown on her back.

"Take the sword back and deal with the bruises along the way."

A so-called voice sounded behind Joan of Arc.

"Also, remember to get up early tomorrow. If I'm late, I'll go find your father."

"Varied……"

Joan turned around in astonishment.

In her sight, the man named Dupin was rubbing his fingers, as if feeling the previous touch.

"You have good muscles and bones, and your nutrition has kept up, but you can only use brute force, and you can't fully use your talent..."

Recalling how he felt during the battle just now, Du Pin also looked at Joan of Arc.

"I take back what I said before, you are indeed qualified to go to the battlefield."

"It's just that more practice is needed."

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Our training is serious ([-] words for votes)

Local tyrant Lao Luo is used to going to bed late and waking up late, even in games.

However, this is also in line with the style of the knights. Who would like to get up early if they have enough time? They usually extend their eight hours of sleep to ten hours a day, so as to deal with the affairs of the day with more energy. .

But this is not the case for Lao Luo, he just wants to sleep for a while, after all, the scene of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood that he saw yesterday was a bit too shocking for him.

After eating the bread and porridge prepared by the villagers, Lao Luo put on his armor and walked towards the woodland. He still remembered that Dubin said yesterday that he wanted to train the combat skills of the militiamen—although he did not know how to fight in combat. He can't get in the mouth, but when it comes to management and training, he still has a hand.

To put it bluntly, he is also the president of a guild, and he has led the team to achieve good results in other games before. You must know that those games of national warfare are the most test of organization and discipline. His success in the introverted game is enough to prove that he is really capable.

However, when Lao Luo came to the side of the forest, the shocking shouts of killing shocked him so much that he almost stumbled on the spot.

"kill!!!"

The militiamen, who looked like they were just a group of farmers before, were stabbing the tree trunk in front of them with training spears at the moment. Just looking at the blushing energy, it was as if they were going to stab the tree trunk with a wooden stick generally.

Of course, what shocked Lao Luo the most was not the aura of these militiamen.