The two of them each prepared for a moment, and came to the wide place on the deck, which would be their dueling arena, nine meters long and three meters wide, enough for them to perform.

Boom... Boom...

The two facing each other drew their long swords, holding their right hands and pointing at each other, and the two of them wearing full-body plate armor shone in the sunlight.

The eyes of many nobles were attracted by the long sword in Jenny's hand, because the sword in her hand was the holy sword Durandal worn by William, the holy sword of the hero Paladin Roland, the head of the twelve knights who served Charlemagne of the Frankish kingdom, a holy sword that does not cut anything and keeps everything.

The sword Durandal is the same as the famous Arthurian sword EX-calibur, the hilt is made of gold, which is inlaid with a series of holy relics such as St. Peter's teeth, St. Basil's blood, St. Denis's hair and a piece of the Virgin Mary's clothes, and a large number of crystals as decorations, the blade of the sword is shining, it can be said to be a sacred weapon with the most luxurious and luxurious atmosphere.

The nobles knew that His Royal Highness William had bestowed the sword on Jenny, but when it was unsheathed, it was dazzling and fascinated.

"Knight Jenny, Sir Benson." As the referee and witness of this duel, Baron Ferdinand was also photographed by the light of the holy sword Durandal, but he quickly reacted and looked at the two of them to remind.

"Humph! It's just that with the grace of His Royal Highness William, I won't lose to you, a fortunate village girl. Sir Benson came to his senses, shook the steel sword in his hand, and said with a cold snort.

"Then I'll let you take a good look at my talents and strength." Jenny still had a confident smile on her face, and she said calmly.

"You are willing to fight to the death, but you are not guilty of the past?" Baron Ferdinand asked, looking at the two of them.

"We do," the two said in unison.

"Go ahead! Fight for your honor. Baron Ferdinand waved his raised right hand and turned away.

As soon as Baron Ferdinand's words fell, Sir Benson stepped forward with his sword in both hands, like Jenny rushing away.

Sir Benson was still very clear about the name of the Holy Sword Durandal, so he didn't want to give Jenny extra time to react, he wanted to defeat the opponent directly.

泚... Boom...

In the face of the sharp sword that came from the serpent and assassination, Jenny just waved the holy sword in her right hand, split the opponent's sword, and then stumbled the opponent's footsteps with her right foot, and with a bang, Sir Benson fell to the ground.

The inner armor made of the full-body plate armor and chain mail worn by Jenny weighed at least dozens of pounds, plus the holy sword Durandar she was holding in her hand, the lifting weight was not at all something that a peasant girl who had just turned 16 years old could bear, but the agile body movements and skillful combat skills she showed just now made people both surprised and puzzled, because this was not something that a peasant girl could do at all.

Sir Benson stood up and drew his sword again to try to fight again, and he was embarrassed not to be defeated by a peasant girl.

"Sir Benson, do you want to fight again? Look at the sword in your hand, you don't have any weapons left to fight. Jenny shook her head slightly and spoke.

Benson was about to refute Jenny's words, but his eyes involuntarily looked at the steel longsword in his hand.

By this time the Duchy of Normandy's officer's sword, forged from the finest steel, had been completely removed from the blade and tip of the sword, and had become a bare iron ruler.

Whether it was Sir Benson in the dueling arena or the nobles watching around, they all opened their mouths wide and looked dumbfounded.

They had no idea that Durandal, the holy sword in Jenny's hand, had just collided with the sword in Knight Benson's hand, and had removed the tip and blade of a steel longsword.

With a bang, Sir Benson threw away the long sword in his hand, got down on one knee, and said in a sincere manner: "Jenny. Morality. Knight Dak, you are the victor and have the right to enjoy the victory, and I, as the loser, will also have my life at your disposal. ”

"Hurry up, Sir Benson, we're all colleagues who support each other, aren't we? I still need your help in the next battle. Jenny stepped forward, stretched out her hands to Sir Benson's feet, and said earnestly.

"Knight Jenny, my commander, we are willing to obey your orders." With tears in his eyes, Sir Benson nodded movingly, "Please give the order, we will obey no matter what." ”

"Oh!!" Whether it was Baron Ferdinand and the Sauron brothers, who had already supported Jenny, or the nobles who had clashed with Jenny before, they all cheered in unison, and the atmosphere on the field was particularly enthusiastic.

"Baron Ferdinand, my lords, our army is to advance to the port of Brest, the westernmost point of the Duchy of Brittany, in the county of León.

This time we are going to attack from the rear of the combined Irish and Welsh forces, kick them in the ass, and not let them escape. Jenny raised the holy sword in her hand and encouraged with impassioned words.

All the noble generals and soldiers were very excited, they had never thought of such a radical but very reasonable strategy, the desire for military merit overcame the fear of war, coupled with the admiration of Jenny, they all spoke out to unify Jenny's decision.

......

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jeanne and her more than 7,000 soldiers landed in the port of Brest and captured the small port town.

Jenny had no intention of spending the night here, and after all the soldiers and baggage, weapons, and horses had been brought ashore and hastily trimmed, Jenny led her army to the night despite her exhaustion.

This time, she targeted the city of Morlay, a medium-sized city that stockpiled most of the Welsh and Irish allied food and grass, and if she captured it and burned it, the coalition troops still on the front line would starve and eventually collapse, which was her strategy for this battle.

Although Jenny has great tactical talents and strategic talents, this is not the most important, her most important role is to rush to the front line with the golden double lion battle flag on a red background given by William, and inspire the morale of her soldiers with her unswerving faith and bravery.

Don't underestimate morale, the soldiers, in the case of high morale, march extremely fast, beyond the estimation of any experienced commander, and are able to overcome the insurmountable terrain obstacles in peacetime.

To put it bluntly, the secret of Jenny's victory was to fight continuously for a long time without eating or resting, and the army she led was protected by religious fanaticism and could overcome fatigue, while the enemy army could not stand it.

Before Jeanne, the Normandy army's tactics were defensive, counter-attacking, and slow-paced, and under Joan of Arc's leadership, the Normandy army was offensive, fast, and continuous.

On the contrary, the Welsh and Irish coalition had previously faced a cautious, calm opponent, and the two sides fought back and forth, winning and losing each other; Suddenly the opponent changed his face, came quickly and fiercely, and attacked from the weak point of their rear, so the result can be imagined.

Relying on this tactic, Jenny forced a march of more than 70 kilometers in less than a day, routed all the enemy forces that tried to stop them, and captured the city of Morlay, burning all the food and grass of the coalition army.

At this time, the faces of the Welsh and Irish soldiers were hopeless, and they had no hope of victory.