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Horrible nights, terrible nightmares, the terrible sound of horseshoes hidden in the night, and the depths of the jungle where spears may emerge at any time, these are all Joan of Arc experienced after childhood.

So if she wants to become stronger, she must also become stronger.

Only when she becomes stronger than anyone else can she feel a little more at ease when she sleeps.

Of course, the last few days were an exception, or in other words, since the two foreign soldiers came to Domremy, her sleep has been unexpectedly solid.

In the past, in order to be able to sleep peacefully, she often made herself exhausted during a day of militia training, which could ensure her safe sleep and also allow her to dream less—but she couldn’t be too tired, just because The enemy's attack may come at any time, and what those robbers are best at is to take advantage of the night to sneak into the village to prevent fire, and then snatch everything in the chaos.

Not only must there be sufficient rest, but also sufficient vigilance. This kind of mental tension makes Joan hardly sleep a good night.

But these days, it's different.

She, who should have been vigilant, fell asleep when she touched the pillow, and was not disturbed by those terrible nightmares as usual. She could sleep until dawn without any scruples, just like when she was young like that.

It was obvious that the Burgundian bandits could attack at any time, and the even more terrifying English could attack at any time, but she still fell asleep regardless, as if she had already determined that those wars would not come closer.

"Is it because the war is really coming to an end?"

At nightfall, Joan of Arc lying on the bed looked at the ceiling blackened by the flames.

"Or... because of that person?"

That’s right, the reason for being able to fall asleep peacefully has always been obvious, it’s just because of that person, the stranger who called himself A Bin... Joan of Arc didn’t quite understand why the stranger named Du Bin had to use the word “A Bin” It was an awkward and weird name, but she knew very well that this man named Dubin was very strong.

very strong.

Not everyone can compete with her head-on. You must know that after dreaming of the guidance of the angels, her strength level has improved by leaps and bounds. Although she still looks like a girl on the outside, even those adult men and even warriors Can't fight her.

Just because the gap between the two sides is too huge, her opponents can't bear even one move from her. She can cut off the opponent's weapon with only one sword, which means that her opponents can't even do the most basic block. less than.

However, when facing that man, she was beaten helplessly.

As the man said, if it was an actual battle, she would have died at least twice.

Perhaps it was because of this powerful combat power that she was able to sleep so peacefully. That terrifying skill far surpassed ordinary people, just standing there was already like the patron saint of the entire village.

That is the hope of the village, the future of Dorémy.

"But, he will leave sooner or later, right?"

Thinking of this, Joan's vision couldn't help dimming.

Just like a lion will eventually stand on the top of a mountain, just like an eagle will eventually fly to the vast sky, that mighty warrior will eventually leave here and go to a bigger world.

As for Domremy... Domremy is too small, really too small, how could a lion be willing to stay in this narrow place like a birdcage?

"unless……"

Turning sideways, Joan bit her lip.

Occasionally, she heard similar stories from the elders. A powerful warrior ushered in an inconspicuous small village. Originally, the warrior was going to leave after solving the village's troubles, but some special experiences made these wandering warriors I had to stay - just because these soldiers had their own children, and they had their own offspring who were wandering in foreign lands. Even if it was for the sake of the babies, the soldiers could only choose to stay.

The warrior's blood affects the entire village. After a few generations, the village will never be bullied by outsiders again.

So... do you want to do this?

Joan hesitated, after all, this kind of thing sounds very unreliable, but if you want that powerful warrior to stay in Domremy, this may be the only feasible way.

As for the candidates...

"Is there anyone more suitable than me?"

Jeanne sighed.

She was born with supernatural power, and coupled with that powerful warrior, the offspring born from the two of them will definitely be stronger than ever before.

With such a strong man guarding the village, Domremy will surely prosper.

That's right, everything is for the sake of the village, that's how it is, as long as that powerful warrior can be left behind, as long as it's for the future of the village, she can't wrong herself and make other sacrifices...

"Hey, what are you thinking, go to sleep."

Her mind was in a mess, Joan simply covered her whole head under the quilt, she couldn't just stay up late like this because she had to get up early for training tomorrow.

But when she wanted to just fall asleep like a few days ago.

Joan suddenly realized that she couldn't sleep.

"……how come?"

Joan of Arc tried her best to close her eyes, the exhausted drowsiness was clearly close at hand, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what, no matter what.

It was as if something was coming.

No, it's not just as if.

But something actually came over.

"It's the vibration of footsteps and horseshoes!"

Feeling the faint tremor coming from the bed, Joan sat up suddenly from the bed.

Impossible to go wrong, this is a scene that has appeared in her nightmares countless times.When she put on her clothes as fast as she could and rushed out the door, she even saw the dots of fire in the mountains and forests in the distance.

That was where the militiamen trained their short guns.

But now, there are real spears reflecting sharp light.

"Enemy! Attack!"

With all her strength, Joan shouted loudly.

"The robber group is coming!"

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Battle of Orleans, Hundred Years' War of Evil Dragons: Chapter 8

The bell of the chapel was rang, and the thick bell penetrated the night and reached everyone's ears.

The people in Domremy woke up, and they started to move the moment they heard the bell—just because all this was too familiar, it was something they had repeated countless times.

The bell rings, which means the enemy is coming.

When the bell rang, it was time to hide in the castle.

The bell is ringing, hurry up and run.

If you run too slowly, you will die!

"Puchi-"

Spears and arrows flew from afar, and several villagers who were running slowly were nailed through their hands and feet.

Blood spattered out, and the severe pain made them howl in pain, but they still gritted their teeth and crawled forward, trying hard to approach the direction of the castle.

After entering the castle, they still have a chance to survive, but if they stop here, they will definitely...

"Boom!"

Iron boots stepped on several seriously injured villagers, and the sharp sword stuck in the ground wiped out their last hope.

"Do you still want to run?"

The robber with the sword knelt down and looked at the villagers in front of him who couldn't even stand up.

"You are all my money, how can money learn to walk by itself?"

"We...we are willing to surrender!"

Several villagers closed their eyes in pain and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

Falling into the hands of robbers and becoming captives means that their families must pay a large amount of ransom - but even so, they can at least survive, the survival instinct has completely dominated their bodies, as long as they can survive everything There is still hope.

As long as I can live, as long as I can live...

"It's a pity, I won't take prisoners this time."

Grinding his teeth, the robber pulled out the sharp sword stuck in the ground.

"The English set a higher price. They want all your heads...God knows how you offended the English army, but that kind of thing doesn't matter."

Saying so, the sword in the bandit's hand was raised high.

"Instead of letting your heads be chopped off by the English, you might as well exchange them for gold coins for the old men... Don't look at me with such eyes, hate the English if you want to hate them."

"Yes, hate the English if you want to."

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The robber's falling sword circled around and cut into his own neck.

When the robber's head flew up, the cheap iron sword that was sharpened also fell into Dubin's hands.

"Run, the door of the castle is still open, remember to disinfect the wound after entering, otherwise it will be very troublesome after infection."

With a sword in hand, Du Bin just blocked the road.

He also stopped in front of the group of robbers on horseback.

"Hero, you..."

Several seriously injured villagers helped each other to stand up, looking at Du Bin with anxiety.

They had indeed heard that the old Jacques had recruited strong fighters from outside the village, and they had heard the screams of the militiamen during training these days, but there were a dozen robbers on horseback on the opposite side. one person……

"rest assured."

Dubin turned his head and showed a reassuring smile.

"I'm here, and none of them can get through."

"What are you!"

The leading bandit was enraged on the spot and yelled at him.

The man in the cloth robe in front of him not only killed their brothers, but even dared to ignore them.

Don't even look back!Who does this kid think he is!

"kill him!"

With his legs clamped between the horse's belly, the leading bandit charged forward with his spear in hand.

Although they were riding ordinary bad horses, they were not something that mere flesh and blood could resist. A spear charged with a horse could even pierce a shield, and even nail a person to the ground!