Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Now, he can be sure that Elizabeth has not concealed or pretended, and what she has shown has always been her true self.

As a time traveler who has received modern education, Ma Youfu can naturally see through the decadent and reactionary nature of the feudal rulers.

But how could an uneducated London fishgirl who lived in the late Middle Ages have such a penetrating understanding of the aristocracy?

The only explanation is that she was enlightened by the Seven Sages, and through her own observation and study, she saw the truth clearly.

At this point in the conversation, Elizabeth certainly praised Ma Youfu, and seemed to want to restrain him with morality.But at the same time, it also stepped on the former kings of England.

This is what a saint who is certified by the Church of England and endorsed by the Plantagenet royal family should do?

Archbishop Beaufort almost rushed forward and covered Elizabeth's mouth.

Feeling being stabbed in the back, the archbishop suddenly lost his temper.Fortunately, the long-term self-cultivation and city management of the diplomatic post allowed him to quickly suppress his anger.

"Using the political pressure formed by public opinion and morality to force Ma Youfu to give up bombarding Citi Island", this plan now seems to be unfeasible.

Ma Youfu is indeed the person who can persuade the Duke of Burgundy to change his position. His words are as sharp as a sword. Even Elizabeth, who is favored by the Seven Saints, cannot gain the upper hand.

That being the case, we had to think of another way to stop Ma Youfu's bombardment of Cité Island.

Archbishop Beaufort looked around and found that all the French nobles were looking at Elizabeth with kindness and admiration in their eyes.

From the standpoint of the English, what she said just now was naturally rebellious, but it hit the itch of the French.

The kindness of these French people may be able to take advantage of...

Archbishop Beaufort rolled his eyes, tried to force a smile, applauded and said: "A very wonderful speech, Miss Elizabeth. Although I don't agree with your evaluation of the two kings. But your compassion for the world, and the seven saints The profound understanding of the teachings is admirable. God loves the world, and believers live forever. You are all familiar with this teaching, and I don’t know if you have heard it hundreds of times. But how many people really practice it? Have such a mind , you really deserve it, a genuine saint! God bless England!"

As soon as this remark came out, the English nobles were all taken aback.

Many people who were originally angry because Elizabeth belittled the king looked at Archbishop Beaufort suspiciously.

On the contrary, some clever English nobles seemed to have guessed the intention of Archbishop Beaufort, and began to applaud.

More and more people applauded, and even many French people were also infected, and paid homage to the little saint with applause.

Elizabeth was rather at a loss.

Agitated, she said what she had thought in the past few months in one breath, and then realized that it was really inappropriate to say these words from the standpoint of her Englishman.

After all, she was still a 14-year-old girl, feeling the hostility from her compatriots around her, Elizabeth was still a little flustered.

But she didn't expect that, as a member of the Plantagenet family branch, Archbishop Beaufort, who should have reprimanded her the most, would actually do the opposite.

It wasn't until Archbishop Beaufort said the following that she roughly guessed the other party's purpose.

"Mr. Marquis of Lamanche." Archbishop Beaufort held his head high, pointed at Elizabeth, and said to Ma Youfu proudly, "Have you seen that, this is the bearing and demeanor that a saint should have. At this moment, I I would like to ask, Miss Jeanne Duck, who is regarded as a saint by you French people, has such a heart and such a state? Apart from charging into the battle and killing believers who also believe in the Seven Saints, what else has she done? The saint of France, dare to debate with the saint of England face to face? Tonight is such an important banquet, as the number two figure in the French army, why didn't she attend? Could it be that she was timid in front of the real saint?"

It turned out that this was the idea...

Ma Youfu understood.

Taking advantage of the great favor Elizabeth has just won among the French people, he fueled the flames, promoted her to a higher position, and then suppressed Joan of Arc's reputation.

Archbishop Beaufort does have some ability to seize every opportunity to weaken the enemy.

But facing the other party's provocation, Ma Youfu just responded with a contemptuous sneer.

He raised his hands, pressed down slightly, and appeased the French soldiers who were angered by Archbishop Beaufort—especially La Haile, this giant had already planned to smash Archbishop Beaufort into a pulp with a sword.

When the two armies are at war, they will not be beheaded.Ma Youfu didn't want to make this exception, and then be condemned by the entire aristocratic class.

"Archbishop, do you want to know where our saint of France is?"

"of course."

"Then come with me."

The nobles of Britain and France, plus their attendants, more than 200 people, left the banquet hall with Ma Youfu.

With the help of the starlight, everyone rode all the way to the southeast of Paris, and soon entered a hilly area full of dense forests.

"who!?"

Suddenly, the alert knight shouted angrily.

Just when everyone took out their crossbows and was about to shoot indiscriminately at the bush where someone was suspected of being ambushed, Ma Youfu stopped him: "Stop, the other party is not hostile."

Then, he shouted to the shadows of trees in the dark night: "I am Ma Youfu, you should recognize my voice."

The tense atmosphere gradually disappeared, and a mage threw a lighting spell.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the person who "ambushed" them was a ragged, thin boy who was probably no older than 15 years old.

The crude wooden bows in their hands pose no threat to the heavily armed knights.

Seeing a large group of people around Ma Youfu, the young man was a little afraid: "My lord, is there something urgent for you to come here at such a night?"

"It's okay, I'm just here to find Jeanna."

The boy nodded, turned around and disappeared into the woods.

Ma Youfu clamped the horse's belly and continued to move forward.

A group of people walked through the hills, and Lahaier soon discovered that there were ruts and hoofprints of livestock on the ground.He said strangely: "Our scouts have scoured the surrounding area of ​​Paris carefully, but they didn't find that there is still a village here."

Chapter 230 Four Speechless

The group moved on.

Soon, Lahaier saw the "village" in his mouth.

Between some undulating mounds, holes of different sizes appeared intermittently.These openings are well hidden, covered with camouflage such as vegetation.

If the boy hadn't notified him in advance, the people hiding inside knew that there was no danger, otherwise Ma Youfu and his party would have been impossible to find.

From these burrows came out one by one ragged peasants with disheveled faces.They looked at the large group of nobles riding on tall horses with fear in their eyes, they dared not say anything, they just bent down and bowed their heads, showing full respect and humility.

Ma Youfu explained to everyone: "These people are residents of several villages near Paris. They have no protection from city walls and guards, and if there is a war, it will be a catastrophe. So later, they came up with this method. In remote and hidden areas, this kind of underground shelter is built. After decades of construction, this underground shelter has become quite large. It is said that there are 400 caves, which can accommodate a total of [-] people. There are wells, kitchens, churches, Vents, enough to support long-term shelter life."

A nobleman approached the entrance of the cave curiously to look at it, and his face immediately changed because of the smell. He quickly took out his handkerchief and covered his nose to avoid it.

Although this large-scale refuge has the basic conditions for long-term living, living in it is definitely a double torture both physically and psychologically.

People and animals live here mixed together, the sanitary conditions are worrying, and the light is dim, and the space is oppressive, like a cage where hope can never be seen.

But so what?

For ordinary French farmers who have experienced the torture of nearly a hundred years of war, it is enough to have such a paradise to avoid killing.

That's why this underground shelter has undergone decades of continuous expansion until it reaches its present size.

The proud and honorable knight Rachel could not help feeling pity for these peasants who had been tortured to the point of numbness by the war.

He said in the most gentle tone ever: "We are the glorious French royal army, and we will not harass the peasants at will. You don't need to be crowded in such a ghostly place, go home..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lahaier smiled awkwardly, and then an unknown fire rose in his heart, and he punched the big tree next to him fiercely.

He knew that what he was saying was clichés, and he would not easily trust any party when referring to these poor suffering people.

In the eyes of these French peasants, the English army was as cruel as a devil.But how much better is France's own army?They did not do little to burn, kill and loot.

There are also those free mercenaries who ravage the countryside like locusts, that is, "wool soldiers" and "skinners" in the French population, and they have no scruples to deprive these poor people of everything-property, freedom, dignity, and life. .

"There are many underground shelters like this in Île-de-France and Normandy. The largest one is said to be able to accommodate thousands of people. Whenever a war breaks out, these farmers will abandon their homes and bring their livestock and the only remaining A little belongings, hiding in this kind of place, just surviving, hoping that the war will end soon."

Ma Youfu went on to introduce: "When my army set off from Lance, these farmers who heard the news left the village and hid in the shelter. They thought that the battle would end soon and the autumn harvest would be in time. But In fact, the Battle of Paris had turned into a siege with wide-ranging effects and a long duration. When the food stocks were almost exhausted, these villagers had to venture out to find food. Then, they were sent out to patrol Jeanne found out..."

With her affinity, Joan quickly won the trust of these villagers.

After she told Ma Youfu about this matter, Ma Youfu also came to deliver food several times in person, which was considered familiar.

He did not make the incident public or persuade the farmers to return to their abandoned villages.Because he knows that for these war-torn peasants who are wary of any army, all his actions are likely to be interpreted as hostile acts.

Then these peasants would abandon the shelter and flee in all directions like frightened birds.

In the end, more than half of the people will die of hunger, disease, wild animals, and bandits.

Providing food for these farmers to survive the famine is the only thing Ma Youfu can do.When the war is over and these farmers return home, time will heal all wounds.

Maybe the scars left by the war will still be painful, but life can still go on.For these farmers at the bottom of society, this is enough.

After visiting the refuge several times with Joan of Arc, Ma Youfu also gained the trust of the villagers, so he dared to bring a group of nobles to "visit" today.

If it weren't for the many servants and female relatives in this large group of people, they didn't seem to be coming to fight, and the villagers who were afraid of the nobles like tigers would not dare to come out to greet them.

"I have come to see Jeanne. Do you know where she is?"

Hearing the name "Rangna", the farmers who were like walking corpses suddenly burst into light in their eyes.An old man said: "My lord, Ms. Jeanne is playing with the children by the stream. Hey, those little bastards covered in mud, how dare they disturb the noble lady? I will let them come back immediately... "

"No need." Ma Youfu waved his hand and led the crowd to move on.

Riding on the horse, he turned to Elizabeth and said, "Young lady. You asked me before why I feel so hard to the people of Paris? The answer is here. Because these French peasants struggling to survive touched the softest part of my heart." part."

Elizabeth lowered her head and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Master Marquis, I understand. Although I still don't agree with your approach, I will not try to make you accept my point of view. Whose idea can change the world?" It’s better, let the Seven Sages witness.”

"Well, you know the principle of seeking common ground while reserving differences at a young age, ma'am, you are better than 99% of the people in this world." Ma Youfu praised.

At this time, a group of people arrived at the creek.

The dense forest suddenly opened up, leaving an open space.The elegant starlight swayed down, covering a girl who had taken off her military uniform with a light silver veil.

Several children sat around her, quietly listening to the girl humming the song.

The tune is cheerful and melodious, with a bit of childlike fun.

The stream is gurgling, the evening wind is blowing, the leaves are whirling, and the insects are chirping.

"It's so beautiful!"

Someone suddenly sighed.

Although he didn't know whether he was admiring the young girl or the scenery, everyone present resonated in their hearts.The knights who were still fighting each other on the battlefield the day before, now had a rare moment of peace of mind.

"Archbishop Beaufort, what would you like to say to Jeanne?"

The archbishop shook his head with a wry smile, and quietly stepped aside without a word.

Chapter 230 The Big One Comes

The next morning, Archbishop Beaufort led the envoys and left the French camp contentedly.

Although the attempt to use faith and morality to create political pressure and then persecute Mayouf failed, he still got what all the top officials in England, including the Duke of Bedford, desired most—the safety of Notre Dame de Paris.

Last night, after the plan went bankrupt, Archbishop Beaufort changed his strategy again, hoping to use "soft" means to achieve his goal.

He is prepared to use "gifts" worth more than five thousand pounds in exchange for the safety of Notre Dame de Paris.But Ma Youfu did not accept it, but gave him another trading option.