"As long as you continue to assault forward and gouge through the opponent's array, victory will be mine!"

Artoria now somewhat understands that she has made some mistakes, but since she has chosen such a path, she can only go one way to the dark.

Even under such unfavorable conditions, Artoria still did not believe that she would fail, and that there were tens of thousands of elite soldiers under her command, but only a slight mistake in tactics.

"Charge! Keep charging! ”

Artoria led her own knightly guard, along with a few other gathered knights and heavy cavalry, and under the unimaginable amazement of Joan of Arc, she broke through an array again.

Artoria dismounted, swept her sword in both hands, and slashed the shafts of the halberds of several Swiss halberders who had stabbed her, and stepped forward under the stunned gaze of the soldiers, slicing off the heads of several unlucky men with a single sword.

The next step was supposed to be to keep charging forward, but Artoria found a better target!

Three flags fluttering high on that hill were unusually eye-catching.

The Red, White, and Blue Banner of Freedom, the French Fleur-de-lis Banner, and the Three Angels Banner, followed by the thin woman with short blond hair in a special armor of kind and white standing under that banner.

Artoria was stunned for only a second, then the corners of her mouth turned up into a wicked smile.

The course of the war was similar to that of the Battle of Thames, with Artoria's army at a disadvantage, and Artoria wanted to save the day by charging and capturing the flag.

Therefore, Artoria's goal at this moment is to be called a saint by the French people and soldiers, and to be publicly respected as the commander-in-chief of Joan of Arc!

Kill them, cut down those three flags, and the morale on which the French army depends will crumble, and the flamboyant nationalist veneer will be removed, and the rabble will still be a rabble,

The goal of the war is now very clear!

"That witch wants to kill Joan of Arc! Hurry up and protect her! "The French are not fools, and they can see what Artoria's purpose is in changing the direction of the charge.

It has to be said that Joan of Arc was much more popular with the French army than Artoria, and after the soldiers found out about Artoria's purpose, they rushed forward without hesitation and blocked Artoria without hesitation, hoping to block the other party with their own flesh and blood.

There was no suspense that such efforts would only delay Artoria's speed a little.

"Stay out of the way for now!"

Seeing the desperate fight of the guards around her, like a mantis arm blocking the car, Artoria's strength is even stronger than the legend, and even the first warrior of France, Lahair, is not her opponent, Baron Gilles drew his sword in front of Joan of Arc, nervously looked at the gradually advancing Artoria and the heavy cavalry under her command, and turned his head to persuade Joan of Arc.

"How can this be?"

Joan of Arc shook her head, rejecting Gilles' suggestion.

"The soldiers are fighting desperately, but as a commander, I have to escape, absolutely not."

"But if you don't do it, that witch will be killed, and no one on our side can stop her, she will kill you."

"All French people can give their lives for their homeland, why can't I?"

"You are Joan of Arc, a saint in the hearts of the French! As long as you are alive, the French will continue to fight," Gilles was sweating profusely, and the shouts of killing in his ears were getting closer and closer, and the enemy knights had already dismounted and fought, and they were no more than thirty meters away from the camp.

Gilles turned his head again, only to find that Joan of Arc had disappeared behind him, which almost scared him out, but heard Joan of Arc's voice coming from front of him.

"Gilles, don't forget, I also have armor, I also have a sword in my hand, I am a warrior, I can kill."

With such a declaration, Gilles looked in disbelief at the woman who had been with him for months, who looked weak, pulled out her waist, many people had always thought it was an ornament of the long sword, the sword was like a meteor, and the enemy knight who swooped down on the opposite side struck continuously, each thorn was only lightly on the opponent's chest, and the armor on the opponent's body was pierced as if there was nothing, and a bloody flower instantly burst out of the chest, and it fell down without suspense.

"This kind of sword skill is unheard of."

Gilles was surprised, as if he saw a rabbit kicking an eagle and a sheep eating a wolf, and this sense of incongruity also made Randy feel very good, watching Joan of Arc fight bravely, Gilles felt that something was quietly sprouting in his heart.

"I'll leave the command of the battle to you, Gilles!" Joan of Arc's words made Gilles wake up from his fantasy, and then he remembered that he was still on the battlefield.

"Understood!" At this time, Giles also knew that he was arguing and that there would be no result at all, so he agreed.

The battle continued......

After several hours of high-intensity fighting, the soldiers on both sides began to feel tired, and their morale dropped to varying degrees, especially the French soldiers in the Norman army who had already broken and fled, and even some soldiers directly turned against each other and joined the French army, even if the nobles stopped it.

On the contrary, the French army is getting braver and braver!

Especially in Joan of Arc's tactics have worked, the formation began to develop in the direction of the French, the French army was imposing, after the flank light cavalry was expelled, the French heavy cavalry launched several charges on the Norman flank, each charge can greatly damage the morale and number of the Norman army, if it were not for Artoria's stunts, the Normans and Celts, there should have been deserters.

But this is not the way to go on after all, Artoria's death brutality stunt is effective for four hours, and now three hours have passed, which means that in another hour or so, Artoria's army will have a large number of routs, unless, before Artoria can find an effective way to boost morale, such as killing the enemy commander.

On the battlefield, king to king!

Artoria felt a little out of breath, presumably from the previous battle.

"You're Joan of Arc of Orleans?"

At this time, Artoria didn't want to fight, maybe because the other party was about the same age as herself, so she felt very fresh, so she chatted with her on the battlefield.

It can be seen from this that Artoria is extremely confident in her own strength, thinking that as long as she makes a move, the other party will have no chance at all, so it is better to ask some questions that interest her before that.

"That's right!"

With a wave of her hand, Joan of Arc retracted her sword and put her right foot back, her whole body in the shape of a bow, ready to continue the battle at any time.

"Why are you standing up now? Want to showcase your talents? Or do you want to get honored? Status? Money? A title of nobility? Or a rich fiefdom? Or something else? Artoria asked.

"I want to save the people of France!" Joan of Arc replied truthfully.

Incomprehensible!

Artoria was puzzled!

Because she had never believed in such a thing, never thought that a person could be so selfless, not out of jealousy or any other reason, Artoria believed in pragmatism, that everyone was an egoist, and she could not imagine that there could be such a strange idiot as Joan of Arc in this world.

But take 10,000 steps back and say, if Joan of Arc is indeed such an idiot, then she should be killed even more!

The next moment...... A flash of swords!

The black demonic sword in Artoria's hand and the white shining blade in Joan of Arc's hand intertwined, and the black and white sword light instantly covered the surrounding area of several meters.

The speed of the sword on both sides is extremely fast, and thousands of moves can be matched in the blink of an eye!

Artoria found that her proud wrist strength did not seem to have any effect in the opponent's hands, and the opponent's moves were slender and long, like the momentum of flowing water, and she did not confront herself head-on at all, but unloaded her force with clever techniques, and the defense was quite tight, and one or two counter-attacks were as unstoppable as a flash flood, rigid and soft at the same time, extremely strong.

At the same time, Joan of Arc was also surprised by Artoria's strength, in the first encounter, Joan of Arc was almost shocked by Artoria's terrifying power and couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and Artoria's terrifying offensive like a storm of fire also made Joan of Arc unable to deal with it, Joan of Arc, who was originally specialized in defense, could only take a completely defensive position, and at the same time try to find opportunities to counterattack, Rao is so, and there are many times, Joan of Arc was not careful, and was broken through the defense line by the opponent, and almost lost his head.

"Rival!"

After a short time of fighting, both men made such an evaluation of their opponents in their hearts.

But the current situation was in Joan of Arc's favor, the French army had gained the upper hand by relying on the superiority of formation and numbers, and under the command of Gilles, the French army gradually completed the encirclement of the Norman army, dividing and encroaching on it......

As a result, Joan of Arc had to go on the defensive and hold out for a while the French army would win, while Artoria would have to attack and kill her opponent before her own army collapsed.

But Artoria is Artoria after all, and the Celtic queen is not such an easy person to deal with, and every time she fights with her blades, Artoria will quickly take a few steps back and shout to the knight of the guard who is watching the battle but is completely unable to intervene: "What are you waiting for? Keep charging! Cut down the three flags of the enemy general. ”

The knights of the guards woke up like a dream, roared and continued to charge towards the top of the mountain!

"Damn!"

Joan of Arc naturally understood the significance of these flags, and tried to stop them, but was entangled by Artoria.

"Your opponent is me, little girl." Artoria said in a smug voice.

At this point in the war, the final result is about to be revealed!

After completing the latest round of command and dispatch, Giles finally understood what he should be doing at the moment.

Drawing his sword to boost morale, he took the few remaining soldiers around him to stop the hoplites of about 300 or so.

It's a slightly tricky task! But if it is not completed, it will not work, Gilles's command ability is quite good, but the individual martial arts only reach the level of ordinary knights, and it is natural to be one as ten in the peasant soldiers, but if the opposite side is full of powerful knights, it will be a little difficult.

This kind of skirmishing was doomed to both sides from the very beginning.

The knights of the Norman army were much stronger than the garrison here in terms of equipment, tactics, and numbers, and the battle was completely one-sided, similar to the massacre.

Although Baron Giles fought very hard, but as the robes around him fell one by one, the baron's situation became quite bad, just after knocking down an enemy, he had to dodge the attacks of several other enemies, but this time it was not completely successful, if it continued like this, he would inevitably be in a different place.

So you can only swing your sword to block!

The knights of the Norman army cooperated with each other very tacitly, so that the baron was overwhelmed to deal with it, at first, there were a few French soldiers who could help, but until now, the baron only cares about himself.

After more than ten minutes of high-intensity fighting, the baron was covered in scars, and the long sword in his hand was also full of gaps, and the most serious thing was that a tendon in his right hand was stabbed, and he couldn't hold the weapon even when he was trembling.

It didn't take long for the baron's sword to be knocked off, and his right hand twisted at a strange angle, sending an unbearable pain to his brain.

"Damn it!"

But now was not the time to worry about these things, Gilles rolled in the bloody mud, took a mace with his left hand and stood up, blocked the attacks of the other two enemies with the mace, and dodged a stab of an enemy sideways, and then the marshal of France suddenly discovered an extremely sad truth.

In this highland, there is only one Frenchman left!

The scales of war had been completely tilted in France's favor, and the Normans were divided into several small pieces and surrounded by a complete loss of command, and although many Norman Celts were fighting bravely, some began to wander and prepare to flee.

In less than ten minutes, Artoria's skill Death Brutality will be invalidated, and France will be victorious.

But Baron Giles doesn't seem to be able to last ten minutes!

Screaming, roaring, and wielding the mace with his left left hand, the truth is that Gilles was so dark that he couldn't see anything but swing it in the air because of the blood loss.

"Damn! Keep fighting! Frenchman! The baron cried out, as if he could no longer hear the sound, perhaps his ears were buzzing from a previous impact.

But it wasn't without its benefits, as the ears were buzzing like this, at least without hearing the harsh taunts from the Norman knights.

Gilles de Res, Baron Laval, Marshal of France, killed in battle!

With the death of the baron, three French flags representing freedom were cut down, and the tide of the war once again turned in favor of the Normans.

But that's about it!

The knights moved a little late, the rout of the Norman army was irretrievable, and the French army was demoralized by the severed flag, neither army had the courage to continue fighting, and at the same time, the sky was gradually darkening.

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