After the fall of the Duke of Guise, the merchants of Paris dismounted with great skill, and then, by the light of the darkness, with lightning speed, took off the thin layer of leather armor on their bodies, and then grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground at will, and blackened their faces.

casually picked up a rag and draped it on his body, and then picked up a broken gun, where there was still the appearance of a merchant.

Ahead, the fall of Duke Guise shocked the knights around him, and their bloodless legs, which were holding the horse's belly, were all relaxed.

My God, this is absolutely impossible!

This sentence flashed in the hearts of all the knights.

The people who could follow Duke Guise were the local nobles and the young noble knights, who were much more knowledgeable than the soldiers whose heads were all dung.

The ever-active brain told them that Duke Guise was the most powerful general in the Catholic League and the most prestigious natural leader, and his departure had caused the entire Catholic League to lose almost half of its strength.

Especially at this critical moment of seizing the city, it is the most dangerous.

"Everyone, stop!" The Duke of Vendôme, who was on the side, immediately dismounted, examined Duke Guise's wounds, and tried his breathing in his nostrils again, staring at the pair of expectant and panicked eyes gathered around him.

As if he had not seen the wound on the duke's neck and the blood that had flowed from the ground, he said firmly and resolutely.

"Go find a carriage at once, the Duke is just overworked and fainted from his horse, and now he is in desperate need of rest, and you go on the offensive and drive those heretics out of Orleans."

As the King of Navarre and the Duke of Vendôme, Antoine immediately commanded without changing his face, and a wave of the momentum of the superior came to his face.

In this regard, the other knights and nobles glanced at Duke Guise, who looked like a dead body, and remained motionless, even though they were very sure that the Duke was dead.

But looking at the Duke of Vendôme's face, they quickly adjusted, and immediately agreed, and kept their mouths shut tightly under Antoine's scrutinizing gaze.

The knights and nobles maneuvered their horses in good agreement and, according to the established plan, began to purge the Huguenot soldiers who were still entrenched in the city.

The Duke of Vendôme, who had a solemn face, took the 'fainting' Duke of Guise and sent him to the original camp outside the city.

Laying Duke Guise on the bed, the blood flowed uncontrollably down his neck, soaking the entire sheets and staining his beautiful silk garments, which looked terrifying.

The Duke of Vendôme, on the other hand, sat aside, and sighed as the doctor of the army was examining the Duke of Guise with a sad face.

The Duke of Vendôme glanced at the Duke of Guise, his face sorrowful, but his mind was churning.

As the titular lieutenant commander, after the death of the Duke of Guise, he could rightfully become the commander of the army, and with the prestige of capturing the city of Orleans, the largest army of the Catholic League, was in his hands.

Moreover, he was also nominally the deputy regent of France, and his position was only below that of Queen Catherine.

If the army is added, after the Huguenots are eliminated, it is no longer a dream to become the helmsman of France.

"Well—" Coming back to his senses, the Duke of Vendôme commanded the physician with a look of concern.

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The Catholic soldiers thought that if they had taken the gates and stormed Orleans, they would be able to plunder, burn, kill, and do whatever they wanted.

Who would have thought that when they were about to be happy, the hateful Huguenot soldiers did not raise their hands to surrender, but took advantage of the large number of houses one by one, and began to fight back little by little.

Either they ran away after a few shots, or dozens of them went together, so that their originally happy mood was like eating, and suddenly became bad.

In this way, they no longer want to be happy, it is better to destroy the Huguenots first.

In this way, the Catholic army, which had been able to advance slowly in the city of Orleans, no longer disturbed the people, and the resistance of the ordinary citizens was much less.

And they also concentrated their efforts on the elimination of the Huguenots at once, and the speed of progress immediately accelerated.

Prince Condé, who was in command at the town hall, received the news of the rapid advance of the Catholic soldiers, and his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

In the plan of His Excellency the Prince, after the fall of the city gates, he immediately organized soldiers to resist in turn, relying on houses and favorable terrain, and slowly consumed these Catholic soldiers.

The familiar terrain, the solid support of the masses, and the firm faith all became the source of confidence in the heart of Prince Condé.

Only by consuming most of these Catholic soldiers will they have a chance to breathe.

The whole city of Orleans was huge, and all the armies were broken into pieces, and it was cumbersome to command.

But the Prince of Condé did not feel bored at all, but commanded meticulously.

And near the window of the headquarters, a young man with long brown hair and conspicuous dark blue eyes was staring at the sky without blinking.

It seems that the busy command and the herald have nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, on the white sky, a firework suddenly appeared, although the brightness was not very conspicuous, but he still caught it.

A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his cold face, and then it expanded rapidly, and his whole face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

He immediately ran to the side of Prince Condé and said impatiently:

"Your Excellency, I have something important to report to you!"

The Prince of Condé ignored him, and continued to give careful orders to the herald, and after a few minutes, after the English were impatiently waiting, he turned his head and asked calmly:

"Mr. Avis, what is it that bothers me that you disregard etiquette, I hope this is good news!"

Listening to the serious voice of Prince Condé, he restrained his smile and reported solemnly:

"Your Excellency, I have just received news that the Duke of Guise has died! The cause of death is currently unknown! ”

"Oh? Is this true? Prince Condé immediately stood up excitedly and asked impatiently.

"Of course, it's true news, Duke Guise is dead, and the current Catholic soldiers look very powerful, but it's just a long snake that has lost its head, and some struggles after death!"

"Be sure of your answer, Englishman!" Rescuing some of his excited expressions, Prince Condé asked again:

"You know, what happens if you get your message wrong? I can't care about the King of England thousands of miles away! ”

Faced with the questioning of such a powerful man, the Englishman swallowed and spitted at the mouth, and replied with great certainty:

"Under God's witness, I swear that if what I say is false, I will go to hell after death!"

Glancing at the Englishman in front of him, Prince Condé closed his eyes and thought for a while before he came up with a sentence:

"Englishman, I believe you for the time being! Hope it's true! ”

At this time, Avis eased up, and his tense body relaxed.

Who would have thought that the majesty of the superior was so heavy that it was simply terrifying. Boss Ham is even more frightening.

Subsequently, the Prince of Condé sent people everywhere to publicize the death of the Duke of Guise.

For a time, the morale of the Huguenot soldiers was greatly boosted, and the Catholic soldiers on the other side were also skeptical.

In this way, after a few hours, the higher-ups only debunked the rumors that Lord Duke was fine, but Duke Guise did not show up for a long time, so that most of the soldiers were convinced of the rumors of his death.

As a result, by the next day, the Catholic soldiers had lost their fighting spirit and were driven out of Orléans with a high morale.