The atmosphere in Bordeaux today is much the same as ever.

The original energetic aura is gone, and everyone's face is a serious and serious stereotyped expression.

Like Leon before, it seems that as long as he is selected as the combat command headquarters, the atmosphere will gradually become serious.

Today, too, Joan of Arc wore a stage mask and discussed tactics with the French caster, the caster known as the Saint in White, and Ensign Buwannaba with them.

With the addition of Jolchos, a saint known as St. George, the anti-evil dragon front has finally begun to take shape.

There are two servants here, however, one is that Joan of Arc is not good at offense, and she is good at defense. Second, the French army also needs a spiritual pillar, and it doesn't matter what kind of person this person is. However, it is important to convince everyone that this person can lead everyone to victory.

Yes, like Robespierre before.

To be honest, he can be regarded as a talented person, but unfortunately, in the face of the huge changes in the entire French rank, his ability is too thin. However, it doesn't matter, after all, most French troops don't care about whether they can win or not, but [just follow the general and listen to orders]. If you win, you can lose, and you can blame the commander for his incompetence with peace of mind.

Anyway, war is like this, and the vast majority of people who serve in the army are not for honor, but for begging for food. Rather than saving the country and saving the world, they would rather live a life and not think about anything else, just obey orders, transfer the risk to the commander, and then be a coolie in peace.

And the French caster, the saint dressed in white, had to be in charge of the armament of the entire legion. He seems to have quite a high level of skill as a caster, and his magic level is not yet known, but he has one of the best abilities in crafting props, transforming the guns used by the French army into guns that can cause damage to spirits, adding magic to bullets, and creating a small portable restraint array against Wyverns. These back-up jobs made him run out of time, and there was no time to do anything else.

Therefore, although there are two servants here, they both have to stay in the base camp.

Before Jorcos came, he could only do some simple guerrilla work.

Now it's different.

About five days ago, a dying victim was rescued outside the city, and he just muttered, "Concert...... No! …… Don't talk again! …… Toulouse...... Concert! Don't! ”

Words like that. I asked the locals around Bordeaux, and someone knew him, a merchant from Toulouse, who came to Bordeaux several times a month to shop.

Judging that Toulouse might be the enemy's stronghold, Giorgios took the initiative to take the position of vanguard and marched towards Toulouse, the demonic domain occupied by the enemy.

The entourage of soldiers was about thirty, because the main task this time was reconnaissance, and bringing too many people could arouse the suspicion of the enemy.

And, seriously, it was really discovered, ordinary people, how many times they came were sent to death. Those thirty men were only there to explore the city more broadly after entering Toulouse.

In the Bordeaux base camp, Joan of Arc, Caster of France and Second Lieutenant Bouwanaba, three people gathered around a map of France, discussing the details of the decisive battle.

In order not to cause too much damage to the city, they want to fight it out in the wilderness. To do this, it is necessary to first decide on a suitable battlefield for a decisive battle.

In terms of physiognomy, the dense canopy of the forest can easily block the view of the wyvern. But again, it would hinder the movement of the French army. The sea demons with superior numbers are also very scary in the forest, after all, they are everywhere.

If it was a plain, it would be even more desperate, and the boundless Sea Demon Legion would definitely lose its morale just by looking at it. There are also dragons in the sky to attack......

The worst place is the valley, because people get tired, but the sea devil and the wyvern don't, the former doesn't understand what the feeling of tiredness is, it's just a monster produced by magic. The latter, on the other hand, can fly, whether it is uneven ground or climb height, it is no different for the Wyvern.

No matter how you think about it, it's desperate.

The three of them had a lot of headaches.

Because there are only three servants, they are stretched. If you want to fight a decisive battle, no matter how you think about it, there are still many excellent soldiers. French soldiers alone still won't work.

"Lord Savior! The saint in white! Second Lieutenant Bwanaba! There is good news! Great news! ”

Just when the three of them were worried, a French soldier rode in at a gallop without regard for etiquette.

It was a monastery that served as a temporary headquarters, and Joan of Arc loved to bask in the light of the Lord. Therefore, when I saw someone rushing in on horseback, I felt a little uncomfortable, but when I thought about it, this was the good news that would make him not care about the Lord, and it must be quite a good thing, right? I was relaxed.

"What's the matter?"

She asked in a slow tone.

"Found it! Rika Fujimaru, who assisted us when I was in Lyon before! And her powerful attendants! Everyone is willing to help us too! ”

"Great!"

The first to get excited was Second Lieutenant Buwanaba, a small French officer with a face full of excitement. He had just graduated from the military academy not long ago, and the immature aura on his face had not been completely washed away, plus he was not tall, so he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. This sense of excitement is in line with the temperament that his appearance brings to people.

In the past, everyone was confused by his posture of taking the school, but in fact, he was just a freshly graduated and fledgling child!

"At that time, watching Rika Fujimaru being arrested, I kept worrying, is she safe and sound?!"

Second Lieutenant Bwannaba breathed a sigh of relief.

He was on the Lyon front at the time, so he naturally knew it. The matter of Fujimaru Rika being captured.

They brought a group of capable warriors, tired to sleep. As a result, he was betrayed by his own side and taken away. How can this work? It's no wonder that those warriors all went to save people in the end, and no one was in the mood to help France.

Originally, I thought that they would leave France in a rage, but I didn't expect that they would still be here......

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shed tears of excitement.

"Richika...... She's fine. Thank you, Lord ......"

Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief, clasped her hands together, and prayed.

Whether it is out of the peace of mind at the level of combat effectiveness, or out of the peace of mind that ordinary weak women can be safe, Joan of Arc sincerely thanks the Lord for his gift.

When it came to the French caster, the white-clad saint had been smiling calmly, as if he had known it for a long time.

"What are you doing in a daze! Get her ...... Invite them in! Now, we finally have enough people to fight against the Dragon Witch! ”

Second Lieutenant Buwanaba saw that the herald was still here, and felt in his heart that this man really had no eyesight, so he hurried to urge him.

The herald replied in a daze, and hurried back to call someone.