Ashes raised his head, looked at the girl in front of him who had finished dressing up, and then nodded.

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Chapter 41 Making things difficult

"Have you heard? Our supreme commander has changed."

"What? Where did you hear the news?"

"I heard from my second aunt's third uncle's brother's brother's son's neighbor's brother, who happens to be the logistics officer of our army."

"Who did you replace? Ah, forget it, anyway, no matter who you replace, you will lose. I have lost nine out of ten battles I participated in. I have already lost here all the way from Paris. The unit I stay in is not To be annihilated is to be scattered. I managed to find the retreating troops and returned to Chinon."

"Don't panic, this time it's a village girl who claims to be a saint."

"Huh? A village girl who claims to be a saint? Are the people above out of their minds?"

A soldier looked shocked.

"It's true. I heard that His Royal Highness Charles personally issued the order, and the French army must obey the order of that village girl."

"...France is about to end. I think the reason for this failure is not our soldiers, but Chinon, and this castle!"

The stunned soldier was a little annoyed.

"Calling herself a saint? She's a liar at first glance! And how could a woman command an army!"

When he was about to say something, another person covered his mouth.

"No no no!"

"Hush! The commander is here."

The man pointed in one direction, and the soldier looked there.

He saw a few people walking over there.

One of them he knew was the commander of his unit—His Excellency Gildrey, an excellent commander with a definite record.

The other two people, one is a girl wearing an unremarkable armor, if there is any difference, the temperament of the other is so holy that no one can feel offended.

The girl was holding a flag, and the iris flag on a white background fluttered up and down in the wind.

However, at the very front of the flagpole, there is a sharp spear point, which seems to be mounted for attack.

The girl's expression was calm and composed, without any hint of panic.

The other is a knight in strange armor.

There are two knight swords hanging from his waist.

Nothing could be seen in the T-shaped gap on the helmet, and when he looked carefully again, it was as if he saw bottomless darkness.

The soldier who survived countless battles subconsciously took several steps back.

The knight who walked over looked like a demon in his eyes.

The extremely deadly sense of crisis is like a needle prick, reminding him how dangerous the other party is.

Soldiers survived every defeat thanks to their sixth sense, honed in the deadly battles.

Even the overwhelming rain of arrows from the English longbowmen could not make him feel such a strong sense of crisis.

You know, the other party just walked over, which made the soldiers extremely uncomfortable.

If the other party launches an attack, what kind of nightmarish scene will it be?

"Hi. What's the matter with you?"

When the soldiers came to their senses, the new commander had already left.

"...The commander may really have something this time."

After a long silence, he said so.

"What?"

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Walking into the tent, Joan of Arc met the commanders at all levels of the army.

They looked at themselves in different ways, with suspicion, sarcasm, and contempt...

Almost no one agrees with her.

Joan of Arc was not angry either. After all, she could be regarded as the airborne commander, and she didn't have any reputation.

"Everyone, I am Joan of Arc, and I will be your future superior."

Under the light of thunder, Joan of Arc said so.

"I hope we can live in harmony in the days to come."

Seeing the crackling lightning arrow in Joan's hand, everyone froze and nodded slowly.

At this time, no one dared to raise objections.

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