When William received the good news from the front, William knew that the war with the princes of Wales and Ireland was about to be won, and there was not much opportunity left for Jenny to perform, so William immediately sent Jenny, who was ready and on standby in the barracks, to the front.

"Jenny, I hope you can lead your army to the front line, so that you can participate in the final decisive battle and achieve a proud record in this war." William blessed Jenny in his heart.

Time was running out, and Jenny knew she didn't have much time to waste, so as soon as she received William's order, she immediately ordered her entire army to advance at full speed toward the Brittany battlefield, hundreds of miles away.

In order to increase the speed of the march, William provided Jenny's army with hundreds of large Kirk ships as transport ships, and sent an equal number of dragonhead warships to escort them.

According to William's optimistic projections, it would take eight days for the Rouen-Urborau Knights, embarking at the Seine river port in Rouen, to land on the front lines.

Flocks of seabirds circled over the fleet, chirping, and the cool salty breeze skimmed over the tip of Jeanne's nose and hair, and Jeanne could not help but grow her arms, close her eyes, and smile with pleasure on her face, she had never seen such a vast ocean when she was born in the interior of the Kingdom of France.

Jenny was in a very good spirit, and she walked on the deck very steadily, without the slightest hint of what a peasant girl who had never been to sea should be, which was really amazing.

"Jenny. Morality. Knight Dark, Baron Ferdinand, please come to the meeting and discuss the future military arrangements. Mephistopheles, the younger Sauron brother, came up to Jenny, gave a formal military salute, and said respectfully.

"Sir Mephistopheles, just call me Jenny, although I am the commander appointed by His Royal Highness William, you don't have to be so restrained at all." Jenny said with a smile on her face.

Jenny always loves to smile, her face is happy, and she treats everyone gently and politely.

"Yes, Commander Jenny." Sir Mephistopheles' cheeks were a little hot, and he turned his head away from Jeanne, and stood up with a snap, and said with a stalk on his neck.

"Come with me, I don't want to keep Baron Ferdinand waiting for a long time, and others will think I'm rude." Jenny shook her head, looked at Sir Mephistopheles and nodded.

The Kirk ship, on which Jeanne, Ferdinand, and the nobles traveled, was the largest in the fleet, carrying up to five hundred soldiers and their equipment, as well as twelve heavy bed crossbows for self-defense, and at the rear of the ship was the tall stern, which was the residence of the noble officers and the military hall.

"Baron Ferdinand, my lords." Jenny pushed them away and was led by Sir Mephistopheles into the military chamber.

It is said that it is a military conference hall, and the knight is a relatively spacious room, with military maps, tables and chairs, and the light and vision are relatively good, and the conditions are very simple.

Jenny's arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention, whether it was enthusiasm, fanaticism, or disgust, and no matter what, their eyes never left Jenny.

"Our commander, Jenny. Morality. Knight Dak, you have come just in time, we are discussing the next strategic steps after the march into the battlefield of Brittany.

Knight Jenny, you, as the commander of this army, would like to hear your thoughts and opinions. "Baron Ferdinand was very close to Jenny, he was a supporter of Jenny, and he was the one in the army who supported her.

"Your Excellency Baron Ferdinand, please tell me about the method we discussed before, and I will give my opinion." Jenny was not good at it, and returned the question to Baron Ferdinand.

"That's right, Knight Jeanne, I have consulted with your lords, and intend to land at the rear of the front, at Saint-Malo, the port of the Countdom of Henlay, Duchy of Brittany, where our army will repair and then rush to the front to support Count Rodrigo." Baron Ferdinand led Jeanne to a military map, pointing with his right hand to Saint-Malo's location.

Jenny looked at it, and sure enough, this port called Saint-Malo was indeed the best port and landing point in the vicinity, and it was indeed a very safe plan to land here and rest.

However, Jenny did not agree with their ideas, only to see it look at the crowd and say: "I don't agree with this plan, it is too dull to do so, even if we successfully reach the front line, it will not play any decisive role in the battle situation."

In addition, you are too rigid and dogmatic to lead troops to fight, and you do not have any passion, and it is difficult to raise the morale of such an army.

The rest of the military operations will be under my command, and I will raise the banner given to me by His Highness William, rush to the front line, and lead my soldiers. ”

Everyone was stunned by Jenny's words, these nobles had never taken Jenny's military talent seriously, and even Baron Ferdinand, who supported Jenny, only regarded Jenny as a person who could motivate the morale of the army, not a military commander.

However, at this time, a peasant girl who did not seem to them to have any military experience, a god-like chatter who was lucky enough to be valued by His Highness William, dared to question their decision, which was simply a great insult to them, and this was absolutely unacceptable.

Suddenly, the nobles on the field glared at Jenny angrily and scolded.

"Jenny. Morality. Dark, I'm Benson. Morality. Sir Laval, you have insulted our dignity and military talents, and I will duel with you and wash away my shame with blood. A burly Norman nobleman stood up, took off an iron glove and threw it heavily on the ground, drew his long sword from his waist with his right hand, looked at Jenny and said:

"Pick up my iron gloves and duel with me like a true knight."

Sir Benson chose to devour people like an angry lion, but Jenny, who was across from him, shook her head and refused, "Benson. Morality. Sir Laval, there is no point in a duel between us, don't be presumptuous, Sir Ben Monk. ”

"What are you going to do to duel me?" Sir Benson gritted his teeth and looked at Jenny.

"I want you to obey me, to obey my commands, and if I win this duel, can you do it?" Unfazed, Jenny looked at Sir Benson and the nobles behind him with a confident smile.

Sir Benson felt that he could not be proficient, and after turning to talk to the nobles, he turned to look at Jenny, nodded and said, "I promise you that if I win, you must apologize to us, and henceforth you can only obey our decision, without doubt; If you win, we will do your bidding.

Accept it, Jenny. Morality. Dak Knight! ”

Sir Benson had this confidence, he was the most powerful individual nobleman here, and if he hadn't joined William's command for a short time, he would have been a baronial nobleman long ago.

"I accept, Sir Benson, and I hope you will keep your word." Jenny bent down, picked up the iron glove from the ground, held it high, and said confidently.

Now even Baron Ferdinand was too late to stop the two of them, and the moment Jenny picked up the Iron Glove, this duel was inevitable, which was commonly known as the iron rule of the nobles, and no one could stop it.