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"Is there any other way?"

Gildrey clenched his fists, and he almost showed a trace of remorse. If I could be more cautious about the Minsk Raiders...

But as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, there is no time to have such redundant emotions. Only victory is everything, even if you pay a heavy sacrifice for it.Because victory always leaves more survivors than defeat.

"Go, but I don't want to see your name at the Pantheon."

"I'm a rough man and I can't enter the hall of thinkers. It's good to have a place in the Arc de Triomphe."

San Song waved his hands carelessly, and strode away.

He got on his horse and raised his right arm high, "Fifth Division, assemble to me, all members are ready, the left wing of the target army—"

"charge!"

Ten thousand soldiers of the Gallic Legion rode their horses and whipped their whips. In front of them was the Tsarist Russian army that had just torn apart the left wing, and the sparks of muskets spit out deadly flames.However, this did not stop them from awakening at all. The horses galloped and the military music played, and they saw a cloud of smoke and dust sweeping from the high ground of the French command.

What a scene of a group of tall cavalry charging from the highlands. In this era when firearms have not yet dominated the battlefield, dragoons equipped with guns are still a terrifying force.

Facing the imposing army led by San Song, the Tsarist Russian army was frightened for a moment and couldn't aim, as if a sense of oppression was choking their throats.How can a small rock before the flood break the embankment stop the flood?

Boom!

The sharp whistling pierced the sky and landed on the formation of the Death Squad, causing a large shock wave, dripping with blood.

"We've entered enemy fire coverage—"

San Song wanted to remind, but he watched a big crater explode a few meters away, and the bloody smell and mud hit his face, making him completely awake.

There is no meaning, there is no need to dodge or look back, everything is just to move forward.

"The enemy's artillery team is ahead, charge!"

"France must win!"

"for freedom!"

"Liberate Tsarist Russia!"

These 1 people looked at death as if they were at home, and there was a loud sound, the earth was shaken, and smoke and dust were everywhere.Inspired by Sanson's leadership and the courage of the Death Squadron, the morale of the depressed 15 French troops was boosted.

They watched from afar the powerful force charging down the hillside, showing their unstoppable sharpness.The desperate situation is at present, but the French army definitely has no shortage of brave men.

With such a group of comrades who are not afraid of death, why can't they win, and their blood is only to serve the country.

"Long live!"

Shouts erupted around the battlefield, and the murderous shouts of 15 Gauls made 30 Tsarist Russian troops shudder.

Commander Kutuzov looked at the hillside with a telescope.

"Just because the people who broke through the left wing can't stop the dragoons, we have to let the monsters take action."

"As ordered!"

Responding from left and right, they waved their command flags to drive the huge mammoth to neigh, charging like a mountain.

With a cracking sound, the [-] death squads led by San Song smashed through the formation and pushed back the Tsarist Russian army.The people in the front row turned their backs on their backs, and hundreds of dragoons were beaten to blood by muskets as soon as they met, but they exchanged heroic sacrifices for the tactical space of their successors.

With San Song's order, the dragoons rushed forward with all their strength, and the line-by-line formation forced the Tsarist Russian army back.

The French soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. They saw the general turn the tide.

"No, it's not over yet!"

Guildre could see clearly from a height, and saw the army of monsters rumbling continuously, their huge size faced the artillery fire and vowed to take down the French army.

"Get out of the way—"

"Help!"

"It's a monster!"

The dragoons who came into contact with them first fell apart, and the sharp ivory either swept across a large group of cavalry, or pierced through their bodies, and their random collision could wipe out a small group.Then, one kick was a puddle of meat paste.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum changed.The dragoons were vulnerable to monsters, and suffered heavy losses in a single encounter.

"These monsters have the aura of heroic spirits!" San Song gritted his teeth.

There is no way for him to retreat, and he must not lose the left-wing front, otherwise he will be in danger of collapse if he loses the French army, and he will be just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Only fight to the death.

Liberation of the Noble Phantasm—Death will be the hope of tomorrow! ! !

Sang Song mobilized the majestic magic power, and the sword light that swept out beheaded five monsters in an instant, and the huge corpses were piled together like a mountain bag.He didn't stop, but rushed into the Warcraft Legion without hesitation and killed all directions. However, while he was killing, French soldiers fell.This has become the bloodiest corner of the battlefield, but it is powerless to stop the decline of France.

After all, one person's strength is limited, and Sanson's Anti-human Noble Phantasm cannot play a decisive role, so he can only watch France retreat.

Could it be that France is going to be defeated by me, and I can't bring these 15 people home?

Ding Dong!

Suddenly, a rainbow radiates across the sky, and an ancient and magnificent arched door rises slowly.The majesty is overwhelming, and the majestic atmosphere of thousands of rivers and mountains is coming.

The battlefield could not help but fell into silence, and everyone forgot to fight for a while, only the eyes of the French soldiers flickered with excitement, they knew this Arc de Triomphe.

"Ivan the Terrible, I know it's you, you must be looking at this battlefield."

The majestic girl's voice sounded, "If you want to deal with the French army without showing your face, do you really think we have no one!"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying blast erupted from the Arc de Triomphe.

Chapter 465

This wave of air overturned hundreds of Tsarist Russian soldiers in an instant. They were defeated by the sudden blow from a high altitude. Unexpectedly, the battle situation turned 180 degrees again.

"Ow--"

Hundreds of monsters roared up to the sky, making rolling sound waves, which was obviously a strong response to the sound from the Arc de Triomphe.Ivan the Terrible controlled the monsters not to be outdone, they continued to charge and vowed to take the French soldiers.Naturally, Hayasaka Ai couldn't let it go, she transmitted a leadership force field through the Arc de Triomphe, and in an instant, more than a dozen monsters were crushed, and bones, blood and flesh were mixed together.

San Song turned his head in a daze, staring at the triumphal arch towering in the sky, he clearly recognized whose handwriting it was.

Gildera was so excited that he was about to cry. He was in a complicated mood. On the one hand, he had witnessed the majesty of Joan of Arc, and on the other hand, he felt deeply guilty that he needed this adult's action.

"It's the Holy Maiden!"

"The Invincible God of War!"

"The Great Messiah!"

France's morale was greatly boosted. Although Joan of Arc did not come to the scene in person, it still aroused a burst of courage, and people suddenly had a backbone.

General Kutuzov gritted his teeth. He really wanted to defeat this enemy in his dreams.If even the battlefield where Joan of Arc personally intervened fails, it must be a blow to France. This is an opportunity, an opportunity not to be missed.

"Don't be afraid, Joan of Arc can't come here, we will win with a large number of people."

This is the correct judgment, and both Sanson and Gilderre felt tense. They could see that although Joan's space treasure could penetrate part of the aftermath, the real blow from the treasure could not be released.It now only serves as a location portal and does not have the ability to attack.

With an order, the Tsarist Russian army continued to march, aggressively.

Even in Paris, this scene is still frightening.

"What should I do, my lord?" Dieng was burning with anxiety, "Your treasure can't teleport yourself, even if you want to teleport a large force in Paris, you won't be able to gather for the time being."

Hayasaka Ai nodded.

"That's right, and the Arc de Triomphe in satellite form can't attack, it just props up a space channel and cooperates with enlightenment perception."

"My lord, send me there, my anti-army treasure can still work."

"You are just doing it yourself, and Tsarist Russia has 30 troops, so what if it's an anti-army treasure?"

What's more, your anti-army treasure is average.

Hayasaka Ai didn't say this, but she knew that the truly top-notch anti-army treasure was terrifying.For example, Asuna's sword of Joyeuse can take away thousands of people with one big move, it is like a map editor.There is also the dragon blood white horse, and the sword of Durandil is also one of the best, but it is difficult for Ai Hayasaka to unfold the powerful treasure while maintaining the triumphal arch.

Unless it's a remote-controlled treasure that doesn't require much effort.

"Then it's better to mobilize the army, and send as many people as you can."

"I can't keep the Noble Phantasm for that long."

Dion was dumbfounded for a moment.

The Minsk battlefield is not optimistic. French soldiers are dying heroically every minute and every second, and the vanguard is in danger of being fragmented.However, you can see it but you can't touch it, and you can't lend a helping hand to the plight of your comrades-in-arms.

"Is there no way?"

"Of course not." Ai Hayasaka smiled confidently, "The biggest function of the Arc de Triomphe is the clairvoyance, which is the most terrifying power! Since Stacia can use the Fountain of Youth and the World Tree together, I can also refer to her method."

"As expected of the lord, you thought of a way from the beginning?"

"Wait and see."

New changes were reflected in the mirror images in front of the two of them. The morale of the French army was greatly boosted, and it actually withstood the desperate attack of the Tsarist Russian army.

At this moment, the crisis of the left-wing formation was lifted, and San Song led a large number of troops to counterattack the main Russian position with great momentum.Guildre ordered the military band to issue an order, and the French army has entered the active offensive stage, with artillery fire and killing sounds shaking the sky.Even though they were facing twice as many enemies as themselves, the brave Gallic Legion had a slight tendency to suppress them.

Seeing this scene, Kutuzov couldn't help but feel nervous, and he cast his angry eyes on the triumphal arch still standing in the sky.

Why is it that Joan of Arc is not at the scene and can boost morale with just one order. Could it be that she is a saint of this era who is comparable to Moses back then?

A formidable foe, but one that must not be lost to her.

Overcoming internal and external troubles, Tsarist Russia finally gathered 30 elites. They are the last backbone of the empire, the decisive battle army that was supported by draining every drop of bone and blood.There is no room for failure, or the building will collapse.

The long-standing evils of Tsarist Russia have finally reached the limit. The serfs are about to riot.War is a good plan, but the premise is victory. Tsarist Russia must not only win the war but even lose one of them, otherwise the powder keg will explode.

Although the French army has morale, they are exhausted. This is a good time to attack, and it is time for a decisive battle.

Kutuzov gave an order to "get ready, distribute military flags, and play military music. Behind us is Minsk, and we must protect our homeland."

He drew his sword with a click and rushed out first.

"charge!"

"Tsarist Russia will win!"

"Long live the king!"

30 people charged together, rolling up smoke and dust, shaking the earth.The setting sun is like blood, and the crimson sunset shines on the precarious Minsk. The century-old bridgehead guarding the Baltic Sea is lonely and lonely. These 30 people left their hometowns and went to the battlefield without looking back.

Ding dong.

A crisp sound came from ancient times, arousing fear in my heart.One person raised his head curiously, his stunned stunned his companions, and then his companions raised their heads too...