People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

At Constance Manor.

Lothar was staring at the jumping candlelight in a daze, and whispered in his mouth: "What kind of hell difficulty is this?"

Question: Constantine XI of Byzantium in 1453, Song Huaizong in the arms of Lu Xiufu in the Yashan sea battle, and Emperor Chongzhen who was besieged by the Dashun army and was standing under the crooked neck tree in Meishan.

Which one is more hopeful for a comeback.

Answer: It's hopeless, just wait for death.

This is Lothar's mood now.

Constantinople was surrounded by the sea on three sides, and only one Theodosian wall faced the enemy.

The Theodosian City Wall is only 5.5 kilometers long, and the wall is strong and triple-layered, making it the strongest castle in the entire Middle Ages.

This means that only a small number of defenders are needed to defend Constantinople, a metropolis with a population of over one million, at its peak.

But being surrounded by sea on three sides also means that once the Golden Horn is breached by the Ottoman fleet, even without the Urban cannon, Constantinople will fall sooner or later.

His family knew his own affairs, and he was far from being a military genius. When he met an enemy, he would often shout "Follow me", line up and fight with the opponent.

Most of the reason for the successive victories is due to Furingilla's mastery of group night vision - of course, he can also use it now, but it is not long enough.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open.

Jeanna put on a light and airy linen shirt, tied her long golden curly hair with a headband, and her slim figure looked full of vitality.

Because she had just taken a shower, there were still a few drops of water on her body that hadn't been wiped clean.

"My lord, Banruo has gone to take a bath, I will watch over you for a while."

watch for a while
Lothar had some thoughts of wanting to complain.

But all he could say was, "Well, good."

Jeanna asked: "My lord, I see that your face is a bit ugly. Is there something bothering you?"

"Jeanne, if you were Constantine XI in 1453, would you be able to save Byzantium?"

Jeanna shook her head resolutely: "My lord, why are you obsessed with such a meaningless matter? When Ottoman attacked Constantinople, there were only a few thousand defenders in Constantinople, and Ottoman's army There are 18, how can a rising young man who is in his youth lose to a dying old man?"

"You think so too."

Lothar deeply agrees with this.

Jeanna thought for a moment, then replied: "Constantine XI is not a foolish monarch, on the contrary, he should be the only remaining fig leaf of the royal family of Balioalio. do better."

"Moreover, in 1453, the Ottoman army was already approaching the city, and there was no time to join forces and ask for foreign aid."

"indeed."

Lothar sighed lightly, who would want to only get the second one if he could get the highest reward.

In the Hundred Years' War, since Charles VII could win in history, he would lose for no reason, right?From this point of view, getting a five-star template is already a certainty.

He is now level ten, which means that he can get twenty extra attribute points, and he will get more and more improvements in future upgrades.

and many more!

He suddenly thought of something and asked, "In your world, did Eastern Rome also perish in 1453?"

Jeanna looked surprised and said: "Of course, it is recorded in the history books that on this day, a conqueror riding a dragon flew over from the top of the Hagia Sophia Cathedral. He was the Ottoman monarch, riding a three-headed black dragon. On the top of each head, between the winding dragon horns, there are exquisite crowns, and it is difficult for the last emperor to take out the dragon-shooting bow and crossbow to penetrate its strong scales."

On Lothar's face, there was an expression of "I knew it".

If the simulated battle given by the system refers to the history in the world of "Yesterday's Great Ship", he really might not be able to do better than Charles VII.

Jeanna was still thinking about Lothar's previous question: "If it was the heyday, I would most likely be able to shoot down the black dragon ridden by the conqueror with the holy spear, but I definitely can't now."

"Okay, let's put aside my previous question. Tell me how you led the army and defeated the English and Burgundians."

"Well—where does this begin?"

Jeanna had a headache for a while.

"I'm sorry, my lord. After all, it was a long time ago. Sometimes, I can only recall some fragments when I read the historical materials."

Lothar frowned: "Is this related to your experience in Rouen?"

"maybe."

Jean Na sighed lightly: "Rebirth from the ashes is no different from dying once."

"Sorry for bringing up a memory that made you uncomfortable again."

Jeanna shook her head and said, "It's okay, that's already an old story that has been buried in old papers. Even in the Knights of the Holy Church, only a small number of people know this legend."

She said with some self-deprecation: "After all, no one would believe that in the eyes of the French, Joan of Arc, who has been deified, would have such an image as me."

Lothar deeply agrees with this.

But he still said: "What they think has nothing to do with what kind of life you want."

"Yes, I think so too."

There was a bright smile on Rangna's face, as if the loneliness and seriousness just now were all pretended by her: "To be able to see beautiful girls every day and drink sweet wine is the pursuit of my life."

"It's a pure and simple wish."

Lothar was a little dumbfounded.

It's no wonder that the knights of the Holy Church couldn't believe that Jeanne was Joan of Arc. If it was him, he wouldn't believe it either.

"Miss Prajna has finished washing."

Jean Na was suddenly a little surprised and said: "It's really fast. I think Miss Banruo must be too worried about your safety. Indeed, I am very good at killing people, but not good at protecting people."

The door was pushed open.

Hannya wiped her wet long black hair with a white towel, her eyes were cold, but she didn't deny it.

"I am leaving."

Jeanna raised her hand: "My lord, and Miss Banruo, I wish you a good dream."

Prajna nodded slightly to her and said, "Thank you."

Hearing the sound of Jeanna's footsteps going away, she hesitated for a while, and asked Lothar, "Are you going to sleep?"

Lothar shook his head: "Wait for a while, Flynn. If she comes back from the shower and finds that we have turned off the lights and didn't wait for her, I'm afraid she will lose her temper."

Banruo frowned slightly: "You dote on her too much."

Lothar smiled awkwardly.

When Fringira walked briskly, changed into a brand new white nightgown, and entered the room, she turned off the lamp with full expectation.

"Come on, my lord, I've been looking forward to today's story for a long time."

She lay down on the bed opposite Lothar, wrapped tightly in the quilt, showing a happy expression.

Lothar continued to tell the story of the song of winter and summer.

In fact, he no longer needs to sleep every day, because his mental strength is far superior to that of ordinary people. As long as his body gets enough rest, he can completely go without sleep for several days.

for a long time.

Only then did Fringilla close her eyes, breathing evenly.

Lothar and Prajna looked at each other, said good night to each other, and closed their eyes one after another.

As for Lothar, naturally he wasn't going to sleep.

Instead, I plan to experience a simulated battle first, the script of the Hundred Years War.