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As an angry roar came into Zhao Yun's ears, Zhao Yun, who was in the Chinese army, saw the collapse of the Scottish rebel army's military formation, and on the other side, the Sanhan army could not support it, and was squeezed to the side, all the forms turned straight down, and the rebels of several small civilizations could not support the pressure and began to flee left and right.

Relying only on the 5,000 clone army, the army of more than 20,000 people of the combined army was defeated to collapse, such strength was unexpected, on the battlefield of 10,000 people, personal martial arts can no longer control the situation of the battle, if he charges and kills alone at this moment, then the critical army will become the next target to be defeated.

"The trust of the Lord, the sustenance of all the people, and our strength." Zhao Yun led the only remaining White Horse Yicong to lead the dangerous army to attack, wanting to block this English army that wanted to flank the combined army, "General Gongsun, the soul of the White Horse Yicong you gave is now the time for us to carry it out to the end!" ”

Once flanked, all the armies will be scattered, Chen Xiaochu stood on the high edge of the attack, and understood the significance of Zhao Yun's actions at the moment, representing that his battle flag was following Zhao Yun, making all the enemy troops think that they were still in the position of the imminent army. Attract the second assembly of the defeated armies from all walks of life and support them to gather combat effectiveness, then there is still the possibility of gaining an advantage.

"This is the Holy Maiden?" Reina Hasei gasped, looking at the unconscious woman on the lowered cross, very curious.

The enemy forces in the teleportation camp were all pushed back to the rear camp, and the new guards directly seized control of the camp around the Holy Maiden's cross, so they began to slowly put the Holy Maiden down.

Chen Xiaochu personally helped Emily and approached the holy woman lying on the ground.

"You see, Joan of Arc is still alive." Chen Xiaochu saw Emily's face with tears, and knew that the one in front of him was indeed a saint, so he persuaded him: "Let me treat you, you have lost too much blood, and you will definitely die if you continue like this." ”

"Thank you very much, Chen Xiaochu." Emily staggered and half-sat beside Joan of Arc, then took her hand, put it on her cheek, and said to Chen Xiaochu: "Once you said to me that you want to save the saint, I just regarded her as a hope, a dream that filled my heart with hope, but today, you did it." ”

Listening to the shouts and killings around her, Emily's pale face showed a slight smile, and then said: "I can't be so selfish, although you said that you did this step for the sake of Huaxia, but I know that deep down in your heart, you want to save all this, not only for Huaxia." I can't let you continue to be in danger for the sake of your own life, at this time, only when the Holy Maiden stands up can the tens of thousands of broken troops be gathered again, only she can do it. ”

Stroking the wounds on the saint's body, as well as the soft and boneless hands and feet, Emily shed tears again, dripping onto Joan of Arc's body, these wounds represent torture, the torture of free will. Only the seeds of civilization can heal, and only Chen Xiaochu beside her can heal her.

With a burst of dizziness in her mind, Emily knew that her time was running out, grabbed Chen Xiaochu's sleeve, and said resolutely: "This is the expectation of the French, the expectation of all civilizations of the United Army, cure her quickly, please." ”

Emily, who is so powerful, doesn't even have the strength to pull Chen Xiaochu at this moment, Chen Xiaochu held Emily a little cold, and then looked at the other party and responded: "I will tell everything about you to the Holy Maiden, everything." ”

After hearing Chen Xiaochu's answer, Emily's face began to soften, and she leaned on Chen Xiaochu's body dizzily, and in a daze, Emily saw the familiar healing light, which appeared on the body of the saint, that kind of light was so warm, so beautiful, she had healed her injured self, so unforgettable.

"Emily, the S-Booster, has been killed and forcibly quit your camp, and will no longer consume your Civilization Points from tomorrow."

Chen Xiaochu didn't want to look at the floating screen that popped up forcefully, but reality still shows such a side, even if you don't want to face it.

"Sleep, you know the meaning of your life, and work hard for it, and then give your life, now, it's time for you to rest, and then, it's up to your extended will to do everything next." Chen Xiaochu stretched out his hand and stroked Emily's eyelids, looking at her peaceful face, he knew that she had no regrets in her heart.

Joan of Arc didn't know when, she had already woken up, looked at Chen Xiaochu who was holding Emily with one hand, and then looked at Emily holding her left hand, and suddenly understood what was going on.

"Huaxia?" Joan of Arc glanced at the new guards around her, and then said suspiciously, "Or are you still from Dongying, or are you from Samhan?" ”

"I am one of the seeds of civilization in China, named Chen Xiaochu." Chen Xiaochu watched Joan of Arc turn from doubt to clarity, and briefly talked about the current situation. "Emily said that only you can change the tide of battle, you are hope, so she chose to let you live and dedicated herself."

"I see." Joan of Arc put Emily's left hand, which was holding her palm, back into Emily's arms, and then stroked her cheek, "This child has suffered a lot with me, but she has always been a pious person, as long as she believes in something, she will definitely do it." ”

"Suit me." Joan of Arc stood up, then glanced in the direction of the cross, and continued: "And my battle flag, bring it too." ”

When several French soldiers kneeling around heard this, they immediately moved, and Gaillard came directly to Chen Xiaochu and said, "Please let Emily remove her armor, this armor on her body has always been a saint's, and the soldiers must be shown this symbol." ”

Chen Xiaochu nodded, and Gaillard took Emily and got busy.

To be honest, Joan of Arc looks very ordinary, but Chen Xiaochu feels that she has the intimacy of a girl next door, but when Joan of Arc puts on her armor and holds the battle flag, Chen Xiaochu instantly feels different, and an aura that she has never felt before appeared on Joan of Arc.

"Guidance from the Virgin Mary! Drive them out, drive out England. Joan of Arc, assisted by the soldiers around her, mounted a war horse and shouted loudly.

No matter how tired the surrounding French soldiers were, they all stood up straight, echoed, and followed the saint Maiden down the hill and rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.