The Dragon That Devours the World

"Although her command is immature, she has an extraordinary genius intuition that allows her to easily make all kinds of decisions that seemed unthinkable at the time, but later proved to be correct."

——Duke Alençon

There are several fortresses near Orleans, all of which were originally used to defend against the enemy. However, in order to preserve their strength, the citizens of Orleans chose to abandon these fortresses. As a result, they became the garrison of the British army. With the help of these fortresses, the British army in turn formed a siege of Orleans.

But it’s incredible. The French army’s hasty temporary offensive happened to be faced with the defense that the British army was caught off guard. The French offensive took advantage of the fact that the British army in other fortresses had not yet reacted to it and successfully captured it. A fortress, but its own casualties are less than two hundred people.

It's so smooth, and it's astounding.

Since the Battle of Akujin, there has never been such a smooth victory.

The Duke of Alençon, the relative of Prince Charles, owns a large territory in the kingdom, and is undoubtedly the highest among the generals. At this moment, he looked at the banner in his hand above the fort and accepted With the country girl cheering by the soldiers, he felt like he was in a dream.

He had a good impression of this country girl, youthful, energetic, innocent and pious. Among the many generals, he was one of the few who was willing to believe that she was really a saint from the beginning. The white horse was given to him by him. That girl's.

"Janna, I didn't expect you to win."

When the girl walked among the generals amidst the cheers of the crowd, looking at the girl, a good-looking general said sincerely.

Giles de Les, he never liked women because he felt that women were too weak, but even he had to admit that this girl who dared to go to the battlefield without showing her timidity succeeded in winning his respect.

"Thank you, Giles."

Facing Giles in front of her, Jeanna nodded with a smile, and then she also respected the generals who were arguing with her during the day.

"Janna!"

When the girl walked to the side of Duke Alençon, he couldn't help calling the girl's name.

The girl turned her head, opened her eyes wide, and looked at the young nobleman in front of her. This 26-year-old French nobleman is a rare titan who has fought against the British army many times and is very famous in France.

"Noble Duke Alençon, what's the matter?"

The girl asked politely.

In front of Duke Alençon, the seventeen-year-old girl looked very calm. Azure eyes, short golden hair with equal ears, a small ponytail on the back of his head, and an armor completely inconsistent with his identity. Not as cautious as other noble ladies, but with a rustic peculiar simplicity.

"Janna, why do you insist on attacking today?"

Alenzon asked suspiciously.

In his opinion, Jeanna is not a very impulsive person. On the contrary, she is very calm, otherwise she would not successfully reach Chinon from her hometown, and even won the trust of the crown prince.

But today, she is uncharacteristically, stubbornly requesting an immediate attack instead of ordering the army to fix it.

In front of him, Jeanna thought for a while, then said hesitantly.

"Because... I think I can win this way."

There was a bit of annoyance on her face, as if she didn't know how to explain it to Alençon in front of her, she could only say.

"This is my instinct."

intuition……

Suddenly, Duke Alençon didn't know how to answer.

...

After that, a brief military meeting was held between Jeanna and the generals. This time, the generals agreed with Jeanna's ability and finally decided...

"Destroy these British troops as soon as possible, and they cannot let their reinforcements arrive."

There are not many British troops besieging Orleans at the moment. Although the specific number is not known, a few generals roughly estimate that it will not exceed 15,000. If it is less, it may be less than 8,000. But the British already know that they are coming for reinforcements. The news is coming, and it is possible to deploy troops from nearby cities for reinforcement at any time.

It cannot be delayed for too long. This is a consensus among generals, but what can be done with just over two thousand people on hand?

If you just stick to this fortress, it's okay to say, but if you want to wipe out these 10,000 British troops? Obviously it was a dream.

"But what if it is to unite the defenders in Orleans?"

Jeanna asked.

Giles shook his head.

"We don't know what's going on in Orleans now, how many defenders there are and how much they can help, not to mention that if you enter Orleans rashly, it is likely to be blocked by the British army."

"Enter Orleans while it's dark?"

Jeanna was not discouraged, but continued to ask.

"It's dark? It's possible to enter the city while it's dark, but how do we know that the Orleans would not treat us as a British attack?"

Giles hesitated.

"No, it's impossible for Orleans to be unaware of such a big movement during the day, presumably they are also looking around now, waiting for news."

On the side, the experienced Alençon denied Giles' ideas.

Jeanna thought for a while, and finally said to the generals beside her.

"Let me lead a small army and deliver supplies to Orleans."

"How can this be? It's too dangerous!"

A general hurriedly said.

But Jeanna just clasped her hands together and said piously.

"God will bless me."

In my ears, those whispers sounded from time to time.

...

As night fell, a small force of hundreds of people left the fortress with torches and headed in the direction of Orleans. Their tracks were particularly eye-catching, and the British troops in the other fortresses were agitated.

"Do you want to chase?"

In the fortress not far away, a British officer looked at the team, and the knight beside him asked. The officer thought for a while and shook his head after hesitating.

"No, it's too dark, there is no need to take risks."

Yes, the sky is too dark, the British army is really unable to determine whether there is any ambush, and can only give up.

In the end, this small force successfully arrived at the gate of Orleans. The only thing to worry about was whether the Orleans would accidentally hurt them, but Jeanna just told them.

"do not worry."

Bertrand was holding a torch in his hand, and he joined the force as well. His heart was full of tension. How could there be no need to worry about this?

If it was accidentally injured, it would really make people laugh to death.

But before long, the gate of Orleans, which had been closed for almost half a year, finally opened slowly...

The girl with a banner in her hand, under the cover of several cavalry nearby, swarmed into Orleans among the many torches.

"Is it the saint of Lorraine?"

"Is it really her?"

"..."

On both sides of the city gate, there were many people in ragged clothes. The men and women held torches in their hands. They looked at the girl who was riding on the white horse and holding a banner in her hands, with hope in their eyes.

Orleans has been under siege for nearly half a year, and the food in the city is almost empty. However, this does not prevent these citizens from learning about the saint of Lorraine. As early as when Jeanne came to Orleans, the legend of the saint of Lorraine So it spread throughout the city of Orleans.

People say that it is the messenger of God who will rescue Orleans and France.

It was this rumor that made the city of Orleans, which was about to be unable to sustain it, barely survived for a while, and now, the saint of Lorraine arrived in this city as in the legend...

Surrounded by the crowd, the girl in the lead could hardly slow down the horse, and moved slowly toward the front at almost a tortoise speed.

And among the many torches, the girl riding on the white horse shines more and more brightly, and the armor on her body is shining~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it seems to have descended from the heavens to the world, not like a mortal.

"God..."

Many men and women in that city surrounded the girl, calling out the name of Jehovah, as if God had come to Orleans. They stretched out their hands excitedly, and touched the white horse under the girl or the armor on the girl’s body religiously. Begging to receive the mercy of the saint.

And looking at the pious people in front of them, it was the girl who looked a little too young. The banner held in her hand looked a little at a loss when surrounded by the people.

This scene will be remembered by this city and will become its eternal memory.

And watching this scene, among the soldiers behind the girl, Bertrand looked at this scene like the legend of a saint in the classics. For some reason, he suddenly heard the words that the girl had said to him...

"As long as we reach Orleans, God will naturally give us victory."

With his eyes wide open, he looked extremely serious and did not cheat at all.