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Joan of Arc in the bucket helmet was a little dumbfounded.

Sure enough, she knew that apart from fighting, this man from a foreign land had nothing else on his mind.

Putting all the armor on her body, Joan of Arc, who managed to piece together the double armor, finally returned to her appearance on the battlefield. After finding two healthy horses, they left the city that had just been ravaged by the flames of war. Big city—this is not a simple escape, but to find someone to take it in quickly. After all, the city of Paris is so big that it might not be able to take it in with just two people.

"Oh, by the way, I also left some surrendered soldiers in it. Although they call themselves Han Chinese, they are actually a group of Englishmen... about a few hundred of them. You can take over and use them as mercenaries later on. I'm too lazy. Take them."

"England mercenaries...I see."

Joan of Arc who was galloping nodded, her mind was still a little confused.

Although she was out of danger, she still had no idea what to do next—the victory came so suddenly that even the fortified city of Paris was torn apart. Originally, she would regain Paris As my next goal, as a key node in the Northern Expedition, but now it seems... there seems to be nothing to fight?

It is true that there is nothing to fight. After losing Paris, the English have lost the largest strategic location on the land of France. Next, they only need to continue to press north everywhere to let the English Retreating steadily—not to mention that the supreme commander of the English, the Duke of Bedford, is also dead. This is a godsend opportunity for France. Facing the leaderless English, the French side can win steadily as long as they push over .

But the question is, will she really continue to fight for France?

In the past, she might say yes without hesitation. After all, this is her lifelong wish and the driving force for her journey. Although the cause of everything is just a dream, in the final analysis, what the angel in the dream revealed to her That fate was also what she longed for from the bottom of her heart.

Born in the chaos of war, she wants to save France, bring peace back to this land, and want the world to return to the way she was when she was a child, so that everyone can live a happy life away from the flames of war without worry. day.

But now, she has achieved more than half of this great goal.

She really became a famous general who was victorious in all battles, and really defeated the offensive of the English. She allowed France to maintain the legal system, and even where she walked, there was the most basic peace.

So, do you really want to keep going?

She knew that her colleagues hated her.Although she has never said anything about it, it doesn't mean she can't see the malice hidden under those flattery.She also knew that the king coveted her. Although she didn't understand the court as a peasant girl, she at least knew what her power and influence meant.

She didn't want to step into the vortex of intrigue, she just wanted to fight on the front line with peace of mind, but as her ability and status rose, she herself had already become the vortex itself.

Just like this time, Compiègne's generals would even sell her to the Burgundians before the battle for their own selfish desires.

Obviously she has been fighting everywhere for France, but this is all she got in exchange.

"I'm... a little tired."

Sniffing, Joan still slowed down and looked at the stranger beside him who was also riding on horseback.

"I mean... let's not go back. I don't want to fight any more. Let them do the rest. Let's go back to Domremy, to my hometown. The Spring Festival is coming. They will make a lot of delicious things, including walnuts, boiled eggs, and freshly baked buns... You know? In fact, my father is the best baker, but he always tells me to keep quiet, Let me say it was baked by my mother..."

"Sounds good. It has nuts, protein, and carbohydrates. It would be even better if it added dietary fiber and vitamins."

Dupin's horse also slowed down.

"But I probably don't have the time."

"……Do not have time?"

Jeanne subconsciously took off her helmet.

Her forehead was sweating, her back felt cold, and Joan always felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Are you... are you leaving again?"

Joan instinctively stretched out her hand to the reins of the other horse. At this moment, she couldn't control her desire to let the other horse stay.

But before she stretched out her hand, the other horse had already turned its head.

"Just do something that needs to be done, and we'll see each other in a few days."

Saying this, the man from a foreign land rode his horse and whipped his whip, and disappeared from Joan's sight.

But when Joan heard the news of this stranger again, it was already seven days later.

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of Evil Dragons: Chapter 65 Chapter 64 Dragons Without Leaders

Seven days later, Paris.

The former royal capital that was almost destroyed in the flames of war has been cleaned up. With the arrival of French soldiers, the largest city in France seems to have regained some of its former prosperity.

It's just that this prosperity has nothing to do with ordinary people after all. Those who have the right to enter Paris at the moment are all those princes and nobles who are loyal to the king, and those ministers and lords with real power.

As for those ordinary people, long before the successive wars, they had fled to death and fled to relatively safe countryside.

"But it doesn't matter! France has been revived!"

In the palace, Charles VII, who was sitting on the throne, laughed out loud.

"France has been revived! We even regained Paris! We regained the former capital! As for the residents...it's just people! As long as we revive France, we don't need as many people as we want!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"The king is right!"

"Good! Getting better!"

"The king is valiant!"

The generals who followed Charles VII applauded one after another. They praised the king's brilliance and prowess, and praised the king's strategy and courage—this also made Charles VII more happy. The line of sight is also becoming more and more kind.

That's right, these generals are sensible and understand his majesty. As for those who can't understand this majesty—for example, Joan of Arc, what if they escaped by chance?

Isn't it still only under his one-paper transfer order, the military power is exhausted, and he stays away from the army?

Without him as king, without France, what are these generals?Even if it is Joan of Arc, what is it?

Under his scheme, the English were hit hard by the counterattack of the Burgundians, and the Burgundians were also wounded by the English in this battle... Now that no one can stop him, he just The man who laid the foundation for the French Revival!

No, it should be said that he is the kingdom, he is France itself!

"I am the Kingdom! I am France!"

Holding the engraving on the armrest of the throne, Charles VII was full of emotion.

"Uh... my lord."

Just as Charles VII was enjoying the majesty of being a king, a voice sounded beside him.

Charles VII frowned.

It was the purse in his hand that was speaking. Cole, who had just been appointed by him as Chancellor of the Exchequer not long ago, was also the only one among the ministers participating in the meeting who did not laugh along with him.

"Is there a problem?"

Charles VII thought for a while, but still put on a kind face.

This Cole had planned for him many times, and now he would speak out on this occasion, it must not be aimless.

"That's it, about Joan's subordinates..."

Cole lowered his voice, whispering in Charles VII's ear.

And Charles VII's brows gradually frowned.

Although Joan of Arc was deprived of his military power by a single order, his own influence still remained in the hearts of those veterans. Many veterans had already started to make trouble, claiming that the king's treatment was unfair-this made Charles VII's The frown became tighter and tighter. Now he is the real king with supreme status, so how can he hear this.

"I haven't found out about Joan's collusion with the Burgundians. Otherwise, why would she escape like this?"

Charles VII shook his head again and again.

"As for what those veterans said, who defeated all the Burgundian troops... Do you think this is a fairy tale? The prince rescued the princess?"

Having said that, Charles VII couldn't help but sneer.

What a joke, he is a prince himself, so how could he not know that fairy tales are full of lies.

Of course, if he denies this statement, he can't explain how Joan escaped—but it doesn't matter, the explanation is Joan's business, what he has to do is to explain Joan's Northern Expedition The army was dismembered and distributed to the generals who were loyal to him in front of him.

These generals will definitely deal with those old soldiers, and Charles VII believes in this.

Of course, if Joan was sensible enough, he wouldn't mind making those veterans feel safer. After all, with his current status, the daughters of those nobles obviously couldn't get into his eyes—he is a noble king. , the sage who saved France, marrying these nobles, in his opinion, has already lowered his status a bit.

On the contrary, Joan of Arc, the legendary man of destiny, is more and more suitable in the eyes of Charles VII.

It is true that Joan of Arc's background is a bit humble, and her status as a village girl is not elegant, but Joan of Arc has another identity, that is, a top-notch general who leads troops in battle, and even has the bravery to charge into battle - such a bloodline, so Enough to be worthy of the dignity of the royal family.What's more, compared to those delicate flowers that nobles keep in their boudoirs... Occasionally taste the fragrance of wild flowers, that is also special.

What's more, Joan of Arc's appearance is already outstanding enough, and the sassy aura she brings after leading the army makes her far superior to those noble ladies who are waiting for a baby. But it made Charles VII even more imaginative.

How strong is the slim figure under the double-layer steel wrap?

"what……"

Thinking of this, Charles VII tightened his grip on the armrest of the throne.

The embossment on the armrest of the throne brought a hard feel, as if reminding him how honorable his status is now.

"My power as king is unlimited!"

Thinking of this, Charles VII took a deep breath, then turned his head to look at the corner of the hall.

In that position, Lao Luo, who had lost his legs, was already tortured out of shape in his torn prison uniform.

Even if the so-called Man of Destiny falls into his hands, wouldn't that be the same fate?

"So, think of a way and persuade your general."

Looking at Lao Luo in the corner, Charles VII couldn't help laughing.

"You have a high status in the Northern Expeditionary Army, right? Then let those veterans persuade your generals... She is a Frenchman. Isn't it a great honor for her to marry the king of France? ?”

"you……"

The dying Lao Luo gritted his teeth. He never thought that he would suffer such humiliation in this mission. Even if he only opened his perception to a quarter, he was still tortured into such a horrible torture. A miserable gesture.

But it was precisely because his perception was only a quarter, so he still had energy and the strength to raise his head and glared at the king in front of him.

"Jeanne...she wants to save France! Not you! What are you!"

"What am I? I am a king!"

Seeing that the prisoners dared to shout, Charles VII slammed the table and stood up.

"I am the King of France! I am the Kingdom! I am France!"

"You deserve it too!"

Lao Luo spit back directly.

"You wait! You will be punished!"

Looking at the mighty King Charlie in front of him, Lao Luo couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

Yes, right now he is being beaten by the king, but it is a pity that he is a player, and he will not die like this. When he quits this quest line, after he quits this quest line, he must turn back Come back, hang this damned Charles VII, and torture him ten times or even nine times!