"Her conductor was immature, but she had an unusually genius intuition that allowed her to easily make decisions that seemed incredible at the time but were later proven to be the right ones. ”

- Duke of Alençon

There are several forts near Orleans, which were originally used to defend against the enemy, but in order to preserve their strength, the citizens of Orleans chose to abandon these forts, and as a result, they became the garrison of the British army, and more than 10,000 British troops used these forts to form a siege of Orleans.

But it is inconceivable that the French army's hasty temporary attack also happened to face the British army's unprepared defense, and the French attack took advantage of the British troops in the other fortresses before they could react, and succeeded in capturing one of the fortresses, and their own casualties were less than 200 people.

It's so smooth, it's jaw-dropping.

Never since the Battle of Akujin has there been such a smooth victory.

The Duke of Alençon, a relative of the Dauphin Charles, who owned a large part of the kingdom and was undoubtedly the highest among the generals, felt like he was in a dream when he looked at the country girl who was holding the flag in her hand above the fortress and receiving the cheers of the soldiers.

He had a good impression of this country girl, youthful, energetic, simple and pious, and among the many generals, he was one of the few who was willing to believe that she was really a saint from the beginning, and that the white horse he gave to the girl.

"Jeanne, I didn't expect you to win. ”

When the girl walked among the generals amid the cheers of everyone, looking at the girl, a handsome general said sincerely.

Gilles de Les, who had never liked women because he felt them too weak, had to admit that this girl who dared to go into battle without showing any fear had managed to win his respect.

"Thank you, Giles. ”

Facing Gilles in front of her, Jeanne smiled and nodded, and then she also paid tribute to the generals who had argued with her during the day.

"Jeanne!"

And when the girl walked up to the Duke of Alençon, he couldn't help but call the girl's name.

The girl turned her head, opened her eyes wide, and looked at the young nobleman in front of her, this twenty-six-year-old French nobleman was a rare fierce general, who had fought with the British army many times, and was very prestigious in France.

"Noble Duke Alençon, is there anything wrong?"

The girl asked politely.

In front of the Duke of Alençon, the seventeen-year-old girl looked calm. Blue eyes, short blond hair, a ponytail tied back of his head, and armor that did not match his identity. It is not as restrained as other aristocratic ladies, but has a rustic simplicity.

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

Alençon asked, confused.

In his opinion, Jeanne was not a very impulsive person, on the contrary, she was very calm, otherwise she would not have succeeded in reaching Hignon from her hometown, and even won the trust of the crown prince.

But today, she is uncharacteristically stubborn in demanding an immediate attack rather than an army to repair it.

In front of him, Jeanne thought for a moment, and then said hesitantly.

"Because...... I think it wins. ”

There was a little distress on her face, as if she didn't know how to explain to Alençon in front of her, she could only speak.

"It's my gut feeling. ”

Gut feeling......

For a moment, the Duke of Alençon did not know how to answer.

......

After that, there was a brief military meeting between Jeanne and the generals, and this time, the generals agreed with Jeanne's abilities and finally decided......

"Destroy these British troops as soon as possible, and not let their reinforcements arrive. ”

At this moment, there are not many British troops besieging Orleans, although the exact number is not known, but the rough estimate of several generals will not exceed 15,000, or less than 8,000, but the British already know the news that they are coming to reinforce them, and they may draw reinforcements from nearby cities at any time.

It can't be delayed for too long, this is the unanimous consensus among the generals, but what can you do with just the more than 2,000 people on hand?

If you just stick to this fortress, it is fine, but if you want to destroy these more than 10,000 British troops?

"But what if it's a coalition with the defenders of Orleans?"

Jeanne asked.

Giles shook his head.

"We don't know what the situation is in Orleans now, how many defenders there are, and how much help they can help, not to mention that if they rush into Orleans, they are likely to be intercepted by the British army. ”

"What about entering Orleans while it's dark?"

Undeterred, Jeanne continued to ask.

"It's possible to enter the city while it's dark, but how do we know that the people of Orleans won't think we're attacking us?"

Giles hesitated.

"No, there is such a big movement during the day, it is impossible for the city of Orleans not to be aware of it, presumably they are also looking around now, waiting for news. ”

On the other hand, the experienced Alençon dismissed Gilles' idea.

Jeanne thought about it, 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!"

One of the generals said hurriedly.

But Jeanne just clasped her hands together and said reverently.

"God will bless me. ”

In my ears, those whispers rang out from time to time.

......

As night fell, a small force of several hundred men with torches left the fort and headed in the direction of Orleans.

"Do you want to chase?"

In the fort not far away, a British officer looked at the team, and the knight beside him asked, and the officer thought about it, hesitated, and then shook his head.

"No, it's too dark to take any chances. ”

Yes, it was too dark, and the British couldn't be sure if there was any ambush, so they had to give up.

Eventually, the small force managed to reach the gates of Orleans, and the only thing to worry about was whether the Orleans would accidentally injure them, but Jeanne only said to them.

"Don't worry. ”

With a torch in his hand, Bertrand had joined the troop too, his heart was full of nervousness, how could he not worry?

If you get hurt by mistake, it's really laughing to death.

But it didn't take long for the gates of Orleans, which had been closed for almost half a year, to finally open slowly......

The girl with the flag in her hand, under the cover of several cavalrymen beside her, swarmed into Orleans among the many torches.

"Is it the Holy Maiden of Lorraine?"

"Is it really her?"

“......”

On both sides of the gate, there were many ragged people, men and women with torches in their hands, and they looked at the girl on a white horse with a flag in her hand, and their eyes were full of hope.

Orleans had been under siege for nearly half a year, and the city was running out of food, but this did not prevent the citizens from learning about the Lorraine Saintess, who had spread the legend throughout the city of Orleans when Jeanne came to Orleans.

It was said that it was the Messenger of God, who would deliver Orleans and France.

It was this rumor that made the city of Orleans, which was almost unsustainable, barely hold out for a while, and now, the holy woman of Lorraine arrived in the city as the legend says......

Surrounded by the crowd, the girl at the head could barely slow down her horse, and slowly moved forward at an almost turtle speed.

And among these many torches, the girl who rode on the white horse shone more and more brightly, and the armor on her body shone brightly, as if she had come to the world from heaven, not like a mortal.

"God......"

Numerous men and women of that city surrounded the maiden, calling the name of the Lord as if God had come to Orleans, and they stretched out their hands excitedly, touching the white horse beneath her or the armor of the maiden, begging for mercy from the saint.

And looking at the pious crowd in front of him, it was the girl who looked a little too young, and the flag in her hand looked a little overwhelmed by everyone.

This scene will be remembered by the city and become the eternal memory of the city.

And looking at this scene, among the soldiers behind the girl, Bertrand looked at this scene like the legend of the saint in the classics, and for some reason, suddenly the words that the girl had said to him sounded......

"As soon as we reach Orleans, God will naturally grant us victory. ”

The wide-eyed, extremely serious look did not lie at all.