The Dragon That Devours the World

(I think I’m really crazy for the big Chinese New Year’s.... It’s better for the New Year. After all, it’s the Chinese New Year, and no one reads novels.)

However, reality finally slapped the noble general severely. A few days later...

"Baron Bertrand!"

The noble general who was resting in the camping tent heard the panicking sound outside the tent, but immediately, an attendant broke into his tent and shook him desperately, and he was awakened immediately after being confused.

"Did the British call here?"

Looking at the attendants in front of him, an unknown thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Could it be that the British found them and attacked them suddenly?

"No, it's not..."

What those rangers did to eat, he said angrily in his heart, and got up abruptly. He didn't even listen to the attendants next to him. He didn't even have time to put on the armor on the side. He could only pick up the weapon beside him and hurried out of the tent.

Then...Looking at the scene in front of him, his face was also stunned.

Because the country girl who was maligned as a vase by his belly was in the middle of the camp, surrounded by many soldiers, receiving the kneeling ceremony of another unknown knight.

"The saint of Lorraine, in the name of De Oron, I am willing to join the king's army under your leadership."

In front of the country girl, the knight said seriously.

"what's going on?"

The baron thought blankly, and it was not until the waiter beside him caught up with him that he could understand what was going on from the mouth of the waiter.

The knight heard about the deeds of the Saint of Lorraine, and then tried to lead his more than one hundred cavalry and infantry troops to join the king's army spontaneously to save the city of Orleans that was besieged by the English.

Hearing this news, even Bertrand could not help but be surprised. More than a hundred infantrymen are nothing but a considerable number of cavalry. This is a typical aristocratic lord, who is not to be underestimated. The crown prince can hardly mobilize them, but can this country girl really mobilize him?

But even in the face of such a surprise, the country girl did not show any special joy, but said happily.

"God will help us win."

With that, she clenched her hands and prayed devoutly. And looking at the country girl, Bertrand couldn't help but reconsider her value.

"Although she is just a country girl, maybe she can really call on some troops and play a role?"

Bertrand thought thoughtfully...

The facts are far beyond his imagination. In the following days, squires, nobles, and even peasants from all over France joined the king’s army spontaneously, ranging from hundreds to as few as hundreds. A dozen people can often see someone join the army four or five times a day.

After marching for twenty days, this 700-800-strong force has not been reduced, but has been expanding. The number has directly increased to more than 2,000, not including some units that were declined due to inadequate equipment. Until now This team really looks like an army.

And the doubts and worries that originally existed in the generals’ hearts about Jeanna also faded. At least, this army was formed under the call of the saint of Lorraine. Without this saint of Lorraine, I’m afraid who I also don't have the confidence to rely on these seven or eight hundred people to win the victory, while the more than two thousand people have some weight.

As for Jeanna, she didn't feel anything wrong.

For her, it's that simple to honor God's will, walk to Orleans, and win victory.

...

And on the afternoon of April 25, with a clear sky, this army finally reached Orleans... the frontline city that tried its best to resist the English army.

It is a huge city far beyond Jeanne’s imagination. The city traverses the Loire River, and it reigns over the largest river in France with a majestic spirit. The solid city walls and numerous ships are firmly guarded. At the forefront of the battle between Britain and France.

It is stuck here like a steel nail, so that the British will not be able to sleep well without pulling out the steel nail, let alone swarming south and annexing the whole of France in one bite.

This is a battle concerning the fate of the entire France, and the survival of France, and even the fate of the entire world will be determined in this battle.

After the fall of Orleans, the King of England will take over France, and the entire Europa will be mega-powered. From then on, even the Emperor Shenluo had to listen to the voice of the strongest country in Europe. After that, the Renaissance, maritime hegemony... the destiny of countless countries, and even the entire world, will change as a result.

There is no doubt that this is a turning point in the destiny of mankind.

In the sky, God looked down on this battle and was silent.

On the bottom of the sea, the dark shadow above the icy throne held his forehead and stared at everything on the ground leisurely.

The mortals at this moment still don't know anything about it. In their view, this is just a power struggle between the two kingdoms on the earth, and they are still at a loss for the profound impact of this battle. It was a long time before they could truly realize what this battle decided.

On the ground, the generals began to decide to temporarily set up camp outside the city. The British army had besieged the city of Orleans for a long time, but there were still estimated to be more than 10,000 troops. With more than two thousand people, they were hitting rocks with pebbles.

"Finish it first, wait until dawn the next day, and then unite the defenders in the city."

This is the common opinion of all the generals. As for the saint of Lorraine holding the banner?

It’s okay to make her an inspiring idol, to participate in a military meeting? Still stop talking nonsense. This was actually Charlie's opinion. He was not crazy after all. Although it was already crazy to have a country girl as the commander-in-chief, he did not give Jeanne command power, but still let these generals command the army.

However, the girl who had come to understand and save Orleans naturally refused to do so. Orleans was right in front of her. She couldn't understand why the generals had to stop. For the first time, she quarreled with the generals and finally left the military command angrily. unit.

"As long as you stay there and do nothing, the honor will naturally be yours."

Many generals looked at the girl with wide eyes and a little childish face, and said mockingly.

"You can't command this army without me!"

But in the face of the generals' ridicule, the flushed girl retorted in a rare loud voice, and then turned and left.

The generals looked at each other, shook their heads, and ignored her.

But not long after, they suddenly heard a low bugle, and many noisy footsteps and shouts coming from outside the big tent.

"what happened?"

They were shocked, and hurriedly walked out of the big account to check the situation.

But in the camp, among the crowds of soldiers, the young girl was wearing armor and riding on a white horse, holding the flag embroidered with iris flowers high in her hand, shouting to the soldier next to her. .

"Soldiers! In the name of France, in the name of God, we have arrived in Orleans! Now, follow me! Save Orleans!"

That sharp female voice, which is still a little immature, is especially unique among all male military camps.

But the figure standing on the white horse is exceptionally solemn and sacred, as if an angel descended on the world.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, looking at the soldiers in front of her, waving the banner in her hands, Jeanna directly urged her to rush out of the camp, and the soldiers who followed her just looked at each other, and then they were tight. Then rushed out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

There were shouts of killing everywhere in the ears, and the generals looked at the scene dumbfounded, and some of them couldn't help but say.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy!"

But at this moment, the generals have gritted their teeth, they can only do their best to restrain the soldiers, and then follow the crazy woman to kill the city of Orleans.

...

Deep in the sea, in the ancient temple.

"Hoho, hahahahaha...interesting, really interesting mortal."

Staring at everything above the earth ~www.readwn.com~ Looking at the British and French armies fighting together, the shadow above the icy throne couldn't help but laugh.

"Father, are we going to help those British troops?"

Next to him, the beautiful waiter who was always taciturn asked immediately.

And listening to the waiter beside him, Sombra was noncommittal.

"Help those British troops? Haha, Mona, there is no need for that."

As he said, it raised its head and looked at the distant sky above.

"Do you think that this time God helped the French, so I will help the British to fight against God? You are wrong. This time, I will also help the French and help France win..."

The deep voice said, but at the end of the talk, the inexplicable mockery in that voice became more and more intense.

"Just, whose France is this France? It's interesting, it's really interesting...hahahahahaha..."