Egierskadragrimsun.

King Norman, leader of the Europa Catholic Union, the Messiah of the New Millennium, was furious.

"That, that scum..., completely ignored the fact that he was also a scumbag. Egil whispered in a low voice. He gritted his teeth and looked at the French Legion. The gun array that originally looked like a steel forest was torn to pieces in an instant by these ugly, barbaric, and extremely powerful monsters like rags.

Those cowardly French peasants and cowards, those cowards, didn't even have the courage to resist, and fled in scattered everywhere. Although they couldn't hear it, but seeing Duke Charles' angry look, Egil knew how frustrated this guy was now.

Of course, Egil was nearly ten miles away, so he could naturally speak sarcastic words. When he was immersed in the scene, Duke Charles was able to raise the courage to resist as he saw thousands of terrifying monsters rushing over, which was worthy of his nickname of "bold". Philip II next to him had already turned pale with his face. His eyes were dripping, and he had already taken the attention of running away...............

In an instant, the left wing of the coalition forces was on the verge of collapse.

Once the left wing collapses, the enemy can directly attack the flanks of the Norman army. The Eastern Roman lances, the Minotaurs, and the Roman army of several legions.

In addition, the morale lost due to the collapse of friendly forces is a fucking defeat in this battle!

"Joan of Arc!" Egil turned around with red eyes, ignoring the difference in military power between the two sides, and directly grabbed Joan of Arc's shoulders, shaking desperately: "Don't you want to be a hero?! Don't you feel sad about the French people who are trying to die?! OK!! Yu now orders you to support those useless Yu doesn't have many troops to you, two thousand-man teams and recruit soldiers! Block those Minotaurs for me! Win or die!"

"I understand." Joan of Arc looked at Egil deeply, then hugged Egil's head under everyone's surprise gaze, and kissed her hard. Then let go.

"I can die."

After saying this, Joan of Arc turned around and left without looking back.

"There seems to be a little less than the two thousand people." At this time, Archbishop Peter organized a little vocabulary and advised: "We have a lot of reserve troops, so we can send more ones." "No need." Egil interrupted him directly, and then said: "If it weren't for the elite troops, the difference between two thousand and twenty thousand people is not too big for those monsters. What Yu really values ​​is Joan of Arc. She has the ability to turn a French waste into a qualified warrior."

"Although that's the case...but...,..." "Yu is the supreme commander of the coalition forces, and Yu gives orders. It's not you."

It was rare to touch a soft nail in Egil. Peter stopped talking and sighed in his heart. Then, like everyone else, he turned his attention to the front battlefield again.

"But don't die." Joan of Arc" was a little different from what others imagined. Now Egil is not as cold as steel as it seems on the surface, but is extremely entangled in his heart, and even just now, Egil almost made the decision to escape.

But Egil still has no fortune.

Egil still made up his mind and made the "most correct decision". Even if this decision is very likely to cause Joan of Arc to be injured or even die in battle.

The war continued. Although on the left wing, with the efforts of these monsters, it created a very obvious advantage. However, in the front battlefield, the Normans' attacks were still extremely sharp. These blond and blue-eyed Nordic men holding battle axes seemed to have endless energy. They fought for several hours in a row but their combat power was still not reduced. Those assault warriors who were trapped in the enemy camp because of their excessive charge were not afraid, and their battle axes were slashing and slashing wildly, looking like they were desperate.

"The confidence and fearlessness of those monsters come from their confidence in their own strength. So, why are these barbarians so fearless?!" Basil II saw clearly. These Nordic soldiers would yell at something before they died. However, because the distance was too far and the battlefield was so noisy, it was impossible to hear clearly what they were saying.

"Long live Your Majesty Egil!!!"

On the front battlefield, the Norman soldiers were not actually as strong as Basil II thought. In fact, as the war went on longer and longer, the physical strength of these soldiers was also passing rapidly. Although they were still wielding the battle axe hard, the strength of the attack had actually weakened a lot. Although they still roared loudly, their voices were extremely hoarse. Although they were still moving forward, the double tui seemed to be filled with lead, extremely heavy, and every step they took would take it.

But he was still victorious and kept winning. After eight hours of continuous battle, the Norman soldiers were still able to defeat the heavy infantry in the East Rome. Basil II was so angry that he wanted to kill people!

"It seems that after going back this time, it's time to completely reform the troops... and those Valangi people, the empire needs more such warriors." Basil II thought so.

The left wing, Joan of Arc arrived there as fast as possible. The special flags of red, white and blue sès over there were also floating on the battlefield again. At the same time, Joan of Arc's special stunt shone the holy light instantly overwhelmed the entire left wing battlefield. Nearly 30,000 French troops were instantly encouraged. Morale increased significantly, the physical energy consumed was completely replenished, and the defense power increased significantly.

"It's Joan of Arc! It's Joan of Arc of France!" The soldiers shouted loudly, and became excited again.

"Fight! Stand up! Frenchman! Don't be discouraged, don't be afraid! Like a warrior!!" Joan of Arc shouted, then waved the white flashing sword with both hands, rushed towards a miraculous miracle who was about to crush the unlucky ghost's head.

"snort"

The miracle saw the little girl who was overestimating her ability and couldn't help but snorted coldly. She was about to deal with the one in her hand, but then she split the little girl in half with an axe, but she felt that her hands had lost consciousness in an instant. Then she heard a "thump" sound, and looked down. It was her hands, and the human who was originally grabbed by her, fell to the ground.

"What's going on?!" The arrogant and arrogant monster, who felt fear for the first time, found that his lower body had lost consciousness. It was more accurate. It should be said that it was not right for him to lose consciousness at all of his neck. It should be said that he only has one head left!

"Am I dead?!"

At the end of his life, the miraculous monster asked such a ridiculous question in his head, and then his body, like a hill, fell down with a bang.

In just a moment, a bully monster who could even match a team of knights was killed by Joan of Arc in this way.

"The speed and reaction are very slow. It's just that the strength is a little stronger, and the skin is a little harder, but it doesn't matter. It's no big deal." After killing a monster, Joan of Arc made such a judgment. Then he shook, because he forcibly cut off the other party's head, he was blocked by the hardened skin like iron and the spine like steel, and his wrist was slightly blocked.

"Okay, very hard."

So Joan of Arc quickly changed his judgment.

"Ms. Joan of Arc! She is so amazing!"...

The French soldier who had saved his life by Joan of Arc and crawled away from the body of the fallen Minotaur, shouted excitedly: "As long as Madam Joan of Arc is here, we can win!" "Long live Madam Joan of Arc!" "Joan of Arc in France!!" The French soldiers were encouraged again, stopped disintegrating, and plucked up the courage to rush towards the Minotaurs.

After the girl Joan of Arc left the watchtower, Venetian Governor Witt stepped forward and said to Egil: "Great King, you don't have to be so nervous that these monsters are powerful, but not invincible. I have led the army to fight them as a powerful crossbowman, and then aim at the head of the weak, and concentrate on shooting to kill these monsters." "Why didn't you say it earlier?! You bastard!!!" Egil turned around suddenly, stared at Vet, staring at the Venetian Governor's body with hair, and then almost blurted out such words.

But in the end, Egil still controlled himself.

"Very good, you provide a very practical intelligence." Egil nodded, then turned around and glared at his intelligence director Nemulis.

"The command, all the troops retreated from the nameless highlands joined the left wing to support the French to shoot the bastards' heads!!!" Egil finally roared. Such a complex command is not as simple as moving forward and backward charge. It is impossible to accurately convey it with a horn. So the guards used the horn to blow out the information that could be transmitted, and on the other hand, they urgently sent the commanders toward the left wing.
Chapter completed!