If history is the starry sky, then there were countless brilliant generals in the entire Hundred Years' War between Britain and France, among which there were many heroes and geniuses, but all the brilliance condensed in the past hundred years was obscured by the brilliance of that supernova.

- "Those Things in France"

Jeanne won, and no matter how incredible it was, only ten days after arriving in Orleans, the country girl led more than 2,000 of her soldiers, along with more than 11,000 defenders in Orleans, to launch a counterattack against the British army.

The battle lasted only half a day, and in the end the British army lost about 9,000 men and fled, while Jeanne's French army lost only 2,000 men. The French generals intended to continue the pursuit, but Jeanne believed that it was Sunday, the Sabbath in Christianity, and ordered the army not to pursue.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, after relieving the siege of Orleans, Jeanne continued to lead her army towards the fallen northern part of France, and everywhere she went, many towns were surrendered, and even if they were occasionally blocked by the British, she remained undaunted and continued to advance.

The British army, which had lost more than 9,000 men, suffered a lot of losses, after all, the whole of England was only 5 million people, and the French army was so rapid that it was impossible to organize an effective counterattack.

On the way to the north, the French army fought more than a dozen times with the British army, winning consecutive battles without a single defeat, and the British army was defeated.

"Paris!"

The fanatical soldiers cheered, and the French soldiers, who had been beaten by the British, regained their fighting spirit under the leadership of Jeanne, and everyone thought that Jeanne was about to regain the long-lost French capital, even the British.

The British troops all over France were agitated, desperately gathering in the direction of Paris, and the British rule, which had been hanging over France like a gloomy dark cloud, suddenly had an unstable posture, and there was a great tendency to be overturned by this Lorraine village girl.

The French said that it was a saint sent by God to protect the king, while the English cursed the French witch who was good at witchcraft.

However, Jeanne, who was stationed in the French army, did not think so.

In the crowded barracks, horsemen on horseback and infantry with halberds shuttled back and forth, different from the hesitation and fear of a few months ago, these soldiers were now full of energy and high morale.

Every day, a large number of French people came to join the army spontaneously, and everyone realized that perhaps this war, which had already been lost, might be about to turn around.

And in the center of the entire barracks is the military tent of the generals who are protected by the entire army, and in the military tent, a young girl who looks young and innocent is seriously looking at the map in front of her.

How inconceivable it is that a country girl, less than eighteen years old, is now in charge of an army of a country, and even those famous generals should listen to her advice.

However, no one dared to ridicule her as a "country girl" anymore, and the whole of France was in awe of her, replaced by a "holy woman".

Although the Church has not yet said anything, there are already many, many people who treat Jeanne as a saint in the scriptures.

During the march, there were even some villagers with their pots and pans boldly approaching the barracks, begging Jeanne to touch these things so that they could be turned into holy objects blessed by the saints, so as to protect their own safety.

Jeanne, of course, flatly refused, and even emphasized to everyone in public that she was not a saint, but a Lorraine girl who fought for France, however, this did not help.

At this moment, the Lorraine girl has to think about where to go next.

On the map, there were many traces of alteration, and the Paris marked by the red circle was particularly eye-catching, but looking at the place in the red circle, the girl hesitated.

At this moment, the British army of all France is gathering towards Paris, and attacking Paris now may not be a good choice.

After a long time, she shook her head and looked elsewhere.

Reims.

It was the place where successive French kings were crowned, and only the king crowned in Reims was the French king who was truly recognized by the public.

"Let's go to Reims first, and Paris will play next time. ”

Looking at the position of the red circle, the girl had already made a decision in her heart.

......

July 17, 1429.

It had been five months since Jeanne appeared in Chinon, and three months had passed since Jeanne had led her troops to Orleans, but in just three months, the situation in France had changed completely.

The siege of Orleans was lifted, Reims was recaptured, and many towns were rejoined.

Crown Prince Charles, who originally occupied only a small part of the central and eastern parts of France, nearly doubled his territory in one leap, completely getting rid of the precarious situation before, and even considered switching from defense to attack.

Everyone knew that the crown prince was most favored by the Holy Maiden of Orleans at this moment, and almost gave whatever he wanted, and even Arthur de Richmond, who was suspicious of the French court because of his brother's proximity to the British, was given the opportunity to rejoin the French army because Jeanne recognized his military talent.

However, today's protagonist is not the shining Jeanne, but the Dauphin Charles.

"Are there any folds behind me that haven't been smoothed?"

Dressed in the royal robes worn by the crowning kings of the past, Crown Prince Charles's face flushed with overexcitement, constantly looking left and right in the mirror, either worried that he was not neatly dressed enough, or worried that the ceremony was not well arranged.

That nervous look is no less than a virgin's wedding night.

However, for the crown prince, the present situation was something he had never dreamed of, he had gritted his teeth and put all his bets on the country girl, but he never imagined that the reward would be so rich.

Although there are still large territories occupied by the British, and the Burgundians of southeastern France are eyeing them, it doesn't matter, because he can now be crowned in Reims like a French king.

In any case, doubts and lack of confidence in his identity as a king have always been the biggest knot in Charlie's heart, and his father has been dead for seven years, but he has not been crowned king for a long time, which makes him doubt whether he is qualified to be king.

But as long as you can be crowned in Reims, none of that matters.

His heart was pounding, and he took a deep breath, and someone beside him had already reminded him that the coronation ceremony was about to begin.

After carefully grooming for the last time, he stepped forward and entered the Narans Cathedral.

"Woo......"

Surrounded by attendants and with a low horn, the church was flanked by nobles and generals who had come to watch the ceremony, on the left were the great nobles from all over the world, on the right were the famous generals, and Jeanne was wearing armor and holding a flag, sitting at the front of the generals.

And as he walked in, many eyes looked at him.

At the very top of the church, the archbishop stood with the crown in his hand, waiting for his arrival.

Walking in front of the bishop and talking one by one according to the coronation ceremony, finally, the archbishop put the crown in his hand on the top of Charlie's head, and there was a violent cheer behind him, turning around, looking at the many vassals and generals in front of him, Charlie's excitement was indescribable.

Then, the young girl with the flag in hand walked out, knelt in front of her, and said happily.

"My king. ”

The girl who always insisted that Charlie be the crown prince finally said "king" to Charlie.

Listening to the "king", in a trance, Charlie was like in a dream, and there was an inexplicable sense of unreality, he was already a king, no longer the crown prince who had to be frightened at that moment, but the king of France.

Yes, I'm the king...... I am the king!

A deep confidence filled the young king's mind, but he didn't realize it......

"Ho ho ......"

Inside the church, with a low laugh, a dark shadow invisible to humans immediately burrowed into his body.