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"Maybe what I said is straightforward, but the matter is indeed the matter. The group of militiamen have only been trained for less than half a month. Why do you think they can become combat power?"

"This……"

Lao Luo was dumbfounded.

"Then why are you training them?"

"Isn't this about finding something for them to do? It's also a good thing to exercise, it's better than sighing and saying that you can't do it."

Dubin still had that indifferent look on his face.

"Whether it's a fight or a war, the first thing to do is to recognize the objective fact. The objective fact now is that people are afraid of death, especially the militiamen. They have seen more corpses, so they are more afraid of death... ...You actually wanted to take them to death and let them carry out your orders with their lives, how could they listen to you?"

"Yeah... After all, they are just a group of ordinary people who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

Lao Luo slapped his forehead in frustration.

"I was taken aback by the word militia, and thought they could really have any force at all, but I forgot that if it was changed to those national war games, they were just the lowest-level arms, the cannon fodder among the cannon fodder. "

Having said that, Lao Luo smiled wryly.

"One gold coin can buy a team of cheap troops, why should I be angry with them?"

"You can't say that. Ordinary people also have their own lives, and there are places where they can shine."

Saying this, Du Bin pointed to Lao Luo and then to himself.

"For example, you, like me, aren't we all ordinary people in reality?"

"I……"

Lao Luo wanted to laugh at this speech.

Leaving aside that in reality he is a rich man, Dubin's martial arts alone are far beyond the level that ordinary people can achieve - but even with his commanding skills and Dubin's powerful force, the current A village offensive and defensive battle is still fought like this, and you still count on ordinary people?How can it be?

But at this moment, Lao Luo found that Dubin in front of him stood up.

"What are you going to do again?"

Seeing that Dubin was about to go out, Lao Luo asked subconsciously.

"I have given up on this mission..."

"Don't give up, it's not that time yet."

Du Bin didn't look back, but just waved his hands with his back to Lao Luo.

"I'll go to Joan of Arc, and then I'll call up all the militiamen. It's almost time, and it's our turn to do it."

"militia?"

There was an undisguised disgust on Lao Luo's face.

"Just those people who are greedy for life and afraid of death..."

"Don't say that, remember what we talked about just now, start with recognizing the objective facts."

Dupin shook his head.

"Go ahead, we can win."

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 11 Chapter [-] What happened this night

When Dupin found Joan of Arc, he found that Joan of Arc had woken up from her sleep.

Joan of Arc in that blood-stained robe was facing the huge cross, clasped her hands together, and she didn't know what she was praying for. Out of respect for personal beliefs, Dupin didn't go up to interrupt, but just waited for Joan to finish praying After that, he stepped forward and spoke.

"Just woke up, I have something to do with you..."

"I happen to have something to ask you too."

Before Dubin could finish speaking, Joan interrupted him.

"Do you know what I was praying to God just now?"

"...This is your personal privacy."

Dupin thought for a while and scratched his head.

"I respect personal privacy."

"you……"

Hearing Dubin's response in this way, even though Joan of Arc had strengthened her determination in prayer just now, she couldn't laugh or cry at the moment.

But soon, the firm faith made by prayer brought her back to her senses.

"You know, when I was 12...or 13, I used to dream about angels."

Joan lowered her eyebrows, and the bright moonlight outside the window shone on her face, making her look peaceful and gentle.

"In the dream, the angel said that my destiny was to drive out those Englishmen and recover the whole of France... Then I became stronger, even stronger than an adult man."

"Sounds like it's time to start musculoskeletal development... Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, you continue."

Du Bin, who was just about to say a few words, saw Joan of Arc's somewhat displeased expression, and quickly apologized for his rudeness.

And Joan of Arc took a deep breath and continued to speak.

"Since then, I've been thinking about how I'm going to get rid of those Englishmen, and how I can restore France... After all, I'm just an ordinary woman in a small village, and to put it bluntly, I'm just a village girl. An important mission has been entrusted to me, can I really complete this important mission?"

"You can't say that. Ordinary people also have the abilities of ordinary people."

Dupin scratched his head again.

"In my hometown, ordinary people are also called the people, the power of the people... sorry, you continue."

"Let me finish, please."

Taking another deep breath, Joan clenched her fists, a little panting.

He didn't relax a little until he confirmed that Dubin in front of him didn't intend to interrupt suddenly.

"God has entrusted me with such an important mission, can I really accomplish this important task? I have been thinking about this question all the time, so I go to train, practice martial arts, fight, and even want to be like a man. General... I am not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I even thought about leading an army."

Good idea, ambitious.

Dubin hesitated for a moment before swallowing the words that had reached his lips.

Obviously, Joan of Arc has something important to say, and it is indeed inappropriate to intervene now.

"Leading an army and recovering France, I used to have this dream too...but."

Jeanne's voice paused.

"But, now I understand that God's arrangement is not this, it's just my wishful thinking."

It cannot be said that it is a good thing to have ideals.

Dubin scratched his head, but he didn't think it was an illusion. After all, according to what Lao Luo said, the Joan of Arc in front of him was killing all directions in the official task line of France, leading an army to beat Fang Qiu, and beat the English people every day. Defeated, like a god of war.

However, God of War also has a young age, and it is normal to be shaken.

"Leading the army and fighting the English back to the other side of the channel like a god of war. This is what men should do. Why did God send an angel to find me?"

Jeanne closed her eyes.

"In the past, I didn't understand this, and I thought it was God who wanted me to fight like a man, so I practiced martial arts desperately to increase my strength... But now, I have fully understood why God wanted me to find a woman in the upper body me."

Saying this, Joan took off the blood-stained robe, revealing the single garment that had been cut to pieces by the robbers.

Where the clothes were ripped, the snow-white skin was as warm and moist as white jade under the reflection of the moonlight.

"It turns out that God's will is for me, as a woman, to give birth to an heir capable of saving France..."

"What evil god!"

Snapped!

The startled Dupin slapped him on the spot, with such force that Joan of Arc turned around in a circle.

Dubin was not relieved until it was confirmed that Joan of Arc had indeed regained consciousness. You must know that Joan of Arc's eyes were really scary just now, it was as if she was fascinated by some monster—plus that mouth full of gods and gods His words are just like the common country gods, or to be more precise, like the foolish men and women who are preached by those country gods.

This is not possible, knowing that Joan of Arc will be of great use in the future, how can she be so crazy?

"I don't know what kind of god you believe in, but I know that this kind of thing that makes women have children every now and then has some problems with everything else except the Son-giving Avalokitesvara."

Shaking his head, Dupin shook Joan's shoulder vigorously again, and didn't let go until Joan began to struggle.

Fortunately, fortunately, he thought that this woman had really been bewitched by something.

"It is better to believe in yourself than to believe in any god."

Saying this, Dupin's hand was already on the huge cross.

"If there really is a god, you said that if the god sees that you descendants worship the instrument of torture that crucified him as his symbol, how would you feel?"

"Uh……"

Jeanne opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

She has never thought about this question, and this topic is too blasphemy for God. She wanted to refute something, but the slap just now made her head buzz, and she still hasn't recovered .

"Can praying to God and worshiping Buddha solve the problem? Can praying to God make the robbers retreat? You prayed, and then what? Didn't the robbers still come?"

Dubin's voice suddenly became louder, and his eyes looked directly at Joan's eyes.

But what he didn't expect was that Joan of Arc didn't dodge or evade, and just looked at him like that.

"We prayed to God, and the robbers didn't retreat...but you came."

"Your arrival is God's arrangement, and you are the hero who saves the village!"

"But sooner or later I will go!"

Dupin stared back.

"After I'm gone! What's left in your village! You still have nothing!"

"I……"

Facing Dubin's glaring gaze, Joan finally lowered her head.

She really wanted to say, in fact, you don't have to leave, and she also wanted to say, maybe you can leave an heir, but at the moment when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say anything.