At this point, the final result is about to be revealed. After completing the latest round of command and dispatch, Giles also understood what he should do most at the moment - drawing out his long sword to boost morale, and then taking the remaining soldiers around him to block about 300 heavy infantrymen.

It feels like a slightly difficult task. But if you don't complete it, it won't work. Baron Giles' command ability is pretty good. However, martial arts only reach the level that ordinary knights should have. If you put it in the peasant soldiers, you can naturally fight ten. But if the opponents are all powerful knights, it will be a bit difficult.

This small-scale battle was doomed to an end from the beginning. The Knights of the Norman United Army were much stronger than the garrison troops here in terms of equipment, tactics and numbers. The battle was completely one-sided, similar to the massacre.

Although Baron Giles fought very hard and worked very hard, as the robes around him fell one by one, the Baron's situation became quite bad. After just knocking down one enemy, he had to dodge the attacks of several other enemies, but this time it was not completely successful. If this continues, his head would be cut off by the other party.

Therefore, you can only swing your sword to block it.

The Norman United Knights cooperated with each other with great tacit understanding, which made the Baron unable to deal with it. At the beginning, there were at least a few other soldiers who could help, but until now, the Baron was only able to care about himself.

After more than ten minutes of high-intensity combat, the Baron was covered in scars, and the long sword in his hand was also dissatisfied with the gap. The most serious thing was that a tendon on his right hand was stabbed and shivering, and he couldn't hold the weapon anymore...

Soon, the Baron's long sword was knocked away, and his right hand was twisted into a strange angle, sending unbearable and severe pain to the central nervous system.

"Damn it-" But now, it was not the time to care about these things. Giles rolled on the bloody and muddy ground, grabbed a mace with his fairly complete left hand and stood up, and then used a mace to block the slash of the other two enemies on the opposite side. Then he turned sideways and flashed through another enemy's sting. Then, the French marshal suddenly discovered an extremely sad fact.

On this high ground, there was only one Frenchman left...

At this moment, the balance of war had completely tilted towards France. The Normans were divided into several small pieces, surrounded and completely lost command. Although many Normans and Celtics were still fighting bravely. But some of them began to wander and prepared to escape...

It will take less than ten minutes, and in less than ten minutes, Artoria's death brutal skill will be invalid. At that time, France will win.

However, Baron Giles seemed to have been running out of ten minutes.

Although he was still shouting, roaring, and waving the mace with his only left hand, the fact is that because of excessive blood loss, the guy's eyes were already pitch black and he could not see anything.

It's just waving in the air.

"Damn it - fight, continue fighting! Frenchman!!!" The Baron continued to shout like this, but it seemed as if he could not hear the sound at all. Perhaps it was a previous impact, his ears buzzing.

But this is not without benefits. The ears buzzing like this, at least you don’t have to hear the loud ridicule of the Knights from the Norman United Army.

Giles de Reis, Baron Laval, and Marshal France were killed in battle.

With the Baron's death, the flag representing Free France on three sides was cut down by the Normans. The battle situation changed again in a direction that was favorable to the Normans.

However, that's all.

The Knights' actions were still a little late. The Norman United's defeat was irreversible. The French army was also completely deprived of morale because the flag was cut off. Neither army had the courage to continue fighting. At the same time, the sky had become dim.

After another move, Joan of Arc and Artoria each stepped back and jumped out of the battle circle.

"Although I'm a little unwilling to give up, let's just stop here today." Joan of Arc said in a calm voice.

"...Damn it." Artoria was also unwilling to give up. But if she continued to fight, it was meaningless: "I will kill you one day." After saying this, Artoria turned around, picked up a bossless war horse and ran back towards the north.

The night gradually enveloped the entire battlefield. Joan of Arc inspected her army and found that the soldiers' evaluation of today's battle was quite good.

"It's barely considered a victory. Although it's very expensive."

"Well, if calculated based on the number of deaths, our army will actually suffer a little more losses."

"And speaking of this, at that last moment, Joan of Arc's flag seemed to have been cut down. Baron Giles was also killed in battle."

"But in the end, it was indeed the Normans who escaped."

"That's a draw."

"Don't think so. It's already great to get a draw from that terrifying queen."

"That's right, it's true. As long as you don't lose, you'll win."

That's almost like this. If the Normans were saying this, they would have been dragged into the bushes and beaten to death by the people next to them. But this is France.

"Ah hahaha... that's it. Speaking of which, we are still alive, it's already a thankful thing."

So, when did the French start? The draw was regarded as a victory or something.

Joan of Arc sighed while patrolling the military camp. He felt that the French were really soft.

At the same time, in the city of Paris, I received: "The French have all escaped and no one has returned. The Brittans escaped about one-third. The Normans and the Celtics were slightly better, but about one-fifth of them failed to come back. I don't know if it was Mi Road or was caught by the enemy." After such information, Artoria's mood became extremely bad.

"Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Damn-Dam

"Kill all the families of the French nobles!"

So the Queen of Artoria issued such an order.

"But if this... it will cause the other party to rebound-"

The defense of the guard knight next to him was soon interrupted by Artoria's sword.

"They escaped at the last moment and never came back - they were already rebellious! They don't need to be ruthless about things like traitors! Just kill them!!!" Artoria yelled very vigorously, while using the long sword that was sharpened like mud to gesture at the poor guard knight.

If a move does not control his strength well, he will be dead - he must be dead - help his Majesty the King!

At this moment, the guard knights looked at the strand of hair falling from the sky, accidentally cut by the long sword. They shouted in their hearts. But unfortunately, it would take about twenty days for Egil to arrive. So it is completely impossible to save you.

Therefore, the guard knights could only save themselves.

"I understand, Your Majesty Queen, I will definitely complete the task!" First, I knelt down half-kneel, avoided the possible unintentional attack, and then made a promise against my will, reducing the possibility of being killed sincerely next. As for the French, those bastards, who care about my life and death.

"Then go quickly!!!"

So, the guards all ran away like a general amnesty.

Artoria felt very tired.

Body and mental exhausted.

It’s like students who have to show their parents after taking a very bad grade, or students who receive a notice from the teacher’s home visit, or students who may be the winter vacation is about to end and will go to school tomorrow (this is the case for me. So the future update can only be once a day).

In short, it's like this. I used to want to see Egil very much, but now I'm inexplicably a little scared.

"Don't worry - if he dares to laugh at me, I will punch him hard in the stomach." So, with such words, Artoria dozed on the throne whose backrest was cut off.

"Haqiu..." At this moment, Egil, who was blowing the sea breeze on the deck, sneezing. Then he muttered to himself: "It's indeed a little cold." He wrapped his cloak tightly and walked back into the cabin. According to the established matters, his cheap sister must be wearing lush clothes and staying in his cabin and refused to leave. However, the established matters are the established matters. Egil will not change his order in any case. Because the Caribbean Islands are indeed much better than Greenland...

That's it. During the twenty days when Egil was away, Artoria tried to launch several attacks on the outskirts of Paris. However, they were eventually defeated by Joan of Arc incredibly difficult. As time went by, large-scale deserters appeared under Artoria. Perhaps it was because of the previous massacre of the French nobles' family. The nobles in the northern Ile-de-France, who had originally planned to wait and see, also began to openly oppose Artoria's rule.

After receiving such merits, Joan of Arc's army expanded again. There were tens of thousands of French people who came here. Joan of Arc's behavior against the Normans has received support from almost everyone in France.

Of course, this certainly does not include Richard in Burgundy and Edward in Aquitaine...

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It seems that something very important was said inadvertently
Chapter completed!