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Chapter 155 Epic Lothar

Breezy.

Withered grass swayed.

The weather for the decisive battle was a little drowsy.

Lothar was riding a tall steed covered with gorgeous horse armor and an iron horn on the horse's head. Beside him was Joan of Arc holding a white iris flower banner.

Unlike the first simulation, when he had only [-] cobbled together "armies" outside Beauval Castle, this time, he had more than [-] troops!

And the opponent has also become stronger. Not only is the coalition army waiting for work, but the number is nearly twice that of his.

Sitting on a large piece of land in Northern France, and extending his tentacles to the rich lowlands (referring to the Benelux region), the Duke of Burgundy, when it comes to financial resources, is far better than Charles VII, who has already been crowned at this time.

The number of troops he sent was astonishing, accounting for more than half of the coalition forces, including not only a large number of free mercenaries, but also an elite heavy cavalry banner team of nearly a thousand people.

"Jeanne, what do you think we should do?"

Lothar looked at the side face of the female knight, her long blond hair clinging to her flushed cheeks because she had worn a helmet.

Jeanne and Joan of Arc are both translated names, but the latter has been exaggerated by Lothar to show Joan's noble character, which is equivalent to a new free translation.

Because of this, the word Jeanna has become a very intimate term.

Jeanna thought for a moment, and then said: "You can't charge blindly. The British defense is very solid. They resist horses, spurs, and trip wires. They must want to replicate the victory in the Battle of Agincourt."

The French knights are not without heroism, but to be too brave is reckless!

They even once charged the enemy's position against horses.

After rushing to the front of rejecting the horse, dismounting again to remove the roadblocks and rejecting the horse, and then charging—just imagining this scene, I think it is a bit ridiculous.

Charge with a spear, a tactic that seems to be easy to use at any time and will never be outdated, makes them rigid and rigid.

The opponent, the English, precisely because they could not afford to arm so many knights, carried out many tactical innovations. With less than one-third of the opponent's financial resources and population, they repeatedly defeated the strong and defeated the strong France. .

"Then what should we do?"

Lothar asked again.

Jeanna smiled and said, "My lord, you have already figured out a strategy against the enemy, why bother to ask me?"

A smile appeared on Lothar's face: "Perhaps, the will of the heavenly father can make you and I understand each other, and even the strategies against the enemy coincidentally collide?"

The two talked and laughed, as if they didn't pay attention to the enemy on the opposite side at all, which also gave confidence to many generals and knights.

Since the Hundred Years' War started, France has failed too many times.

At this time, a group of knights ran across and stopped not far away. The Duke of Burgundy himself rode his horse, came to the front of the battle, and shouted to Lothar's army: "Let the king of Niger come out to see me!"

Niger refers to Charles VII who was deprived of the right to inherit the throne and expelled to the fief of Niger. People called him contemptuously.

Without hesitation, Lothar galloped up to meet him.

"My cousin, it's an honor to meet you, but it's also unfortunate to meet you on this occasion."

Lothar took off his helmet and saluted with a smile: "But cousin, I still hope that you can abide by the etiquette of monarchs and ministers, and call me Your Majesty the King."

Philip said contemptuously: "Charlie, if you don't get crowned in Reims, you will never be the king of France. Now, I want you to repent for my father here."

Lothar made a sign of the cross on his chest: "I'm happy to do it, may God bless Uncle John--I'm very sad, cousin, really, because you didn't take what I said to you to heart at all, that's clear It's a total conspiracy."

Philip pulled out the knight sword in his hand, and said with a sneer, "The words you said, in my opinion, are the venom spewed from the mouth of a poisonous snake. I don't even believe a single word."

Lothar showed a passionate smile: "So cousin, are you here to meet with me, are you going to have a duel with me between knights? Let the heavenly father witness whether I am lying or not!"

Philip hesitated for a moment, remembering the skill shown by the other party in the previous few battles, he snorted coldly: "No, I will personally capture you on the battlefield, get ready to fight, my dear cousin!"

Lothar looked at Philip's back and shouted: "Dear cousin, don't you even have the courage to fight me? Or, do you think I'm someone who is good at treachery and doesn't pay attention to chivalry at all? A despicable Brit who is good at strangling your countrymen with a bowstring?"

Philip suppressed his anger, and returned to the camp in desperation amidst the boos of the knights and nobles.

It seemed that he became angry from embarrassment, and soon, the Burgundian army on the opposite side took the lead in making moves.

The cavalry were at the forefront, forming a formation and advancing neatly.

The mercenaries divided their teams according to their weapons, forming various square formations, and advancing side by side.

In Philip's view, their numbers are superior, and the mercenaries who specialize in murder are far better than those under Lothar's command, many peasant soldiers who have just been summoned from villages and towns.

In this battle, I have the advantage!

Lothar returned to the formation and smiled at Jeanne: "Oh, look at my impatient cousin, the British must have promised him a lot."

Jeanne also smiled and replied: "As we imagined, Philip led the troops himself. He thought he was on an equal footing with the King of England, so he definitely didn't want to follow the command of Duke Belfort. On the contrary, Duke Belfort had to cooperate with Philip. Rush out from the position they have arranged like a turtle shell."

"Are you ready?"

Lothar asked.

Jeanna nodded heavily, and she raised the battle flag in her hand, and followed Lothar to the front of the formation.

"Philippe, the traitor of Burgundy, is coming upon us with his army, like the hounds of the English. Let this wretch, who has lost the glory of France, see what France really is. people!"

Lothar yelled.

Maybe many people didn't hear what he was talking about, but just looking at Lothar and the white iris flag beside him was enough to inspire people.

The knights, soldiers, and noble generals all shouted like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

"Frenchmen, charge with me!"

Lothar slammed the horse's belly, raised his lance, and rushed to the forefront.

Twelve cavalry flag teams composed of heavy knights, light cavalry, and cavalry archers followed Lothar and rushed towards the Burgundian army.

In the ear, the sound of artillery roared.

The cannons of the French army poured shells fiercely at the coalition positions opposite. Although the accuracy was limited, as long as they hit, the heavy shells would plow out a piece of blood and mud.

Losala lowered his mask and raised his lance.

The gust of wind poured in through the gaps in the visor.

The only sound left in the ears was the roar of artillery fire.

The moment he came into contact with the enemy, the lance in Lothar's hand slammed a knight with a white cross on his body off his horse.

People turn their backs.

Iron and blood collided together, splashing boiling blood.

The opponent is completely at a disadvantage.

But the knights under Duke Philip's command were not a bunch of rabble.

Among them, there are many legendary knights who have long been famous, even in the rating of the card drawing system, they can be mixed with three or four stars.

In the process of fighting with them, Lothar gradually felt the limitation of his combat power.

But Jeanna also has Lothar's retinue, La Haier and other cavalry, who are more powerful in combat. They are firmly guarding Lothar's surroundings, making him keep cutting forward to penetrate the enemy's formation.

More and more enemy troops fell to the ground.

More and more fighters from our own side fell to the ground.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer knights around Lothar, after breaking through the enemy's infantry line.

Lothar led the army to circle around the enemy's formation and regroup on the high slope in the distance.

Only then did he realize that only half of the original [-] cavalrymen were left behind.

Some of the lost half of the people were captured, some fled in all directions, and had not had time to return to the formation, but more of them were directly killed by the enemy with their helmets lifted.

The war has reached this point, and the hatred between the two sides is as deep as the ocean. The battlefield etiquette of not killing nobles that knights and lords still paid attention to decades ago has long since disappeared.

The opponent was even more miserable. The Duke of Burgundy withdrew to the rear with only one remaining guard.

In the position of the British army, the Duke of Belfort slapped a letter on the table with an excited expression. The content on it was impressively written - the Duke of York rebelled, immediately negotiated peace with the king of Niger, and led the army back to England.

Lothar took a brand new lance from the attendant, and held it up high, so that the square flag tied at the tip of the lance was in the most eye-catching state.

"Look, here are the traitors. They have lost the honor of knights, and they no longer have the favor of God."

"Frenchmen, charge again with me!"

"Crush them!"

The knights shouted: "For the king, for Joan of Arc, for France!"

"Crush these English bastards!"

The knights, who had just experienced a bloody battle, once again swept down the mountain, rushing into the battlefield where the infantry had already been fighting head-on.

The knights and nobles of this era still maintain a bloody courage, and they are never afraid of death.

I do not know how long it has been.

Lothar and Jeanne had already lost their mounts, and the knights around them could only dismount and fight.

Lothar only felt that his arms were too heavy to lift.

On his chest, the nail plate was deeply dented.

If it wasn't for the talent that Prajna shared with him and suffered a fatal injury, he would have been directly hammered to death by an opponent's knight.

There are no enemies around.

Lothar gasped violently, leaning on the sword to regain his strength.

The sound of horseshoes, gradually approaching.

Lothar raised his head vigilantly, holding the long sword in his hand.

The smoke from the battlefield dissipated.

But found that there were only three people who came.

The person in the front is the Duke of Befort, the British regent in France. The attendants behind him are impressively flying a white flag symbolizing "truce".

Lothar and Jeanna smiled at each other.

He patted Rangna's shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice, "Look, we won, that idiot Befort is coming to surrender to us."

Jeanna's lips moved slightly.

"Your Majesty, is this a dream?"

Lothar looked at the familiar expression on her face for a moment, the youthful and immature part faded away, and she was exactly the same as Jeanne in later generations.

He seemed to understand something, and said with a smile, "Just pretend it's true, okay?"

Jeanna's lips moved slightly, as if she said something, but she didn't.

In the ear, the system's notification sounded.

You successfully led the army, defeated the British and Burgundian coalition forces, and completed the simulation of the scenario "Hundred Years' War".

Comments: Glory and peace to thee, King Charles, and eternal praise to thee.The furious foe has been vanquished; by the words of Christ and the law, your deeds have recreated a kingdom in deep crisis.

The scene in front of Lothar gradually became blurred.

Lines of small characters appeared in front of his eyes:

Ending: You negotiated with the Duke of Belfort and Duke Philip under the city of Reims. The Duke of Belfort wanted to cover up the rebellion of the Duke of York, but you directly pointed out that the situation of the negotiation directly fell to you.

In the end, the British and Burgundian coalition forces paid a huge ransom and withdrew from the city of Reims.

You were crowned again in the city of Reims and officially became the monarch of all France. After the victory in this battle, you rested for half a year and reached an understanding with Philip, Duke of Burgundy.

He tore up the so-called contract and launched a war to recover lost territory against Britain, which was in the midst of a civil war.

Two years later, you led your army through Burgundy's possessions in Flanders Wallonia and recaptured Calais, the only remaining British stronghold on the mainland.

The whole law was restored.

People dubbed you the "Sun King".

However, after the war ended, your most trusted friend, Jeanne Darc, gave up your title to her, left France, and began to travel around.

You got an epic template:
Name: (Sun King) Lothar von Habsburg

Quality: Epic (five-star)
Rating: 10
Titles: Earl of Transjordan, Baron of Hebron, Baron of Jogrisburg.

Title: Grand Master of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem
Occupation: Lord

Affiliation: Kingdom of Jerusalem.

Retinues: Bannya, Hans von Sego, Fringila Tepes, Blacksmith Marles, Ascetic Uldin, Radiant Knight Jeanne Darke

Power: 11
Agility: 9
Stamina: 16
Stamina: 10
Mental Power: 34
Idle attribute points: (20)

Talents: [Being Human for Two Lives] [Dragonborn Bloodline] [Stone Stone] [Blood Magic Specialization] [Beast Intuition]

God Bless King Charlie: God bless you, great King!When you are a ruler, your luck will get a small bonus, and all the conspiracies against you will hardly have the desired effect.

Knight of the Order: You can get a quota for converting any soldier into a Knight of the Order every day, and this quota can be accumulated. (Quota: 1)

[Edict knights, also known as constitutional cavalry, as the French king Charles VII, in order to consolidate the kingship, the knights of the standing army were formed directly under the leadership of the king. They are equipped with excellent plate armor and horses and horses. Mounted cavalry tactics developed to the pinnacle. 】

Skill: Charge!

[When you, as the commander, personally lead troops to charge, the morale of all the troops under your command sequence will increase by 20.00%. 】

Skills: Well Trained!It needs to be unlocked in the first stage of elite.

The King's Advent: It needs to be unlocked at the second stage of Eliteization.

Equipment: Shining Cross Sword

In the room, a rich purple light flickered.

Lothar opened his eyes, and happened to be looking at Prajna.

At some point, she had come to Lothar's bed and sat beside him.

"My lord, you?"

Fringila looked at Lothar in surprise, not understanding why Lotha seemed to be reborn just after waking up.

Jeanne hurriedly opened the door and entered.

She hesitated, and tentatively called, "Little Flag?"

"It is I, dear Jeanne."

Lothar said softly.

The system's notification sounded: You have reached a bond with the six-star squire, the knight of glory, Jeanne Darke, and your intimacy has been raised to "best friend".

Activate the special bond: friendship between monarch and subject [When you and Jeanna are on the same battlefield, both you and Jeanna can choose to take a fatal injury for each other]

(End of this chapter)