Disappointment, endless disappointment.

What the hell do the aristocrats of France want to do!

The two major parties in the country, the Duke of Orleans and the Duke of Burgundy, because of their own contradictions, the Duke of Burgundy actually chose to ally with England.

A large area of territory in the north-west of France was easily occupied, and he thought he could control the hungry wolf of England? In the end, it was just broken one by one.

Orleans was besieged by the combined forces of Burgundy and England, and those nobles who didn't know the so-called were still pulling their backs, really trying to bury the whole of France!

The handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair and silver armor thought weakly, the long sword in his left hand was stained with blood, and there were enemies and his own.

Thunder rang out, and a heavy rain fell from the sky, washing away the blood stains on armor and swords.

In less than a week, the combined forces of England and Burgundy besieged Orleans for less than a week, and only fought once, to be precise, before they were forced to the point of being trapped.

In terms of military strength, the gap between the two is not much, but if the current situation is not protected by the city wall, I am afraid that it has been completely defeated.

Now he is not in Orleans, but on his way to Cinnon, where the crown prince is located.

Before the war began, when he learned that an abundant supply was about to arrive in England, the commander in charge of the Orleans, the Count of Dinoit, immediately decided to stop the supply.

The English army had a slight advantage, and this supply consisted mainly of crossbows, cannons, and cannonballs, and the disadvantage would be even worse once they reached them.

The Count of Dinenoy personally attacked, along with elite soldiers led by Stuart, an ally from Scotland, and was backed up by the Count of Cleman.

More than 4,000 men, half of the Orleans defenders, who should have won in one fell swoop, turned out to be a crucial battle in the siege of Orleans.

Youth have always known. The aristocracy did not obey the management, especially the great nobles, and even the orders of the commander-in-chief of the whole army were sometimes disobeyed, and only their own interests were taken into account.

He had thought that at such a critical juncture, the whole French people should work together to fight the enemy. The facts tell him that it is still true every day.

With more than three hundred carts of supplies, less than one-third of them in charge, the Count of Dinoy personally led the cavalry, and Stuart led the elite infantry to disrupt the other side's rhythm.

But a mutation occurred, and among them there were hidden nearly a hundred special soldiers, who would almost not die without cutting off their heads, and had greater strength and speed than elite soldiers.

There were also brave generals strong enough to withstand the Count of Dinoir to put the raid in jeopardy, but they were outnumbered. As long as the backup keeps up, the winner can be decided in one fell swoop.

Outcome...... The Count of Cleman, who was in charge of the backup, retreated, retreated at a critical moment!

The soldiers who raided had already been trapped in the encirclement of the English troops, and they had lost their support, and their morale was constantly declining, and sooner or later they fell into the result of being captured.

The Count of Dinoy desperately led his troops to break through with his wounds, and although he succeeded, he himself fainted, and the remnants of the troops had to break out in several parts.

He also remembered Stuart. The Celtic youth, who had spoken with him before the war, was rescued for more people. and his elite guards in charge of the queen of the palace.

The brilliant firelight, the flames that temporarily blocked the pursuit, more than 400 elite soldiers, including himself, did not survive, and all the reasons ...... Those aristocrats.

Heavy armor smashed on the ground, in this weather. Instead the armor has become a burden, it is better to abandon it, and his family property can be remade at any time.

France still had a chance, and the walls of Orleans were high enough to put any siege force in a bind, as long as reinforcements arrived in time. After all, it can be recovered.

But his heart is dead, is there really a chance?

Now that France has sunk, under the drag of those nobles, even if the number of troops is doubled, can it really win?

The young man had been in the army for more than a year, and he was a minor general with his outstanding ability, but because of this, he was disappointed after the Battle of Orleans.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and it was not stable, and the footsteps of most people were mixed, and the corners of the young man's mouth suddenly smiled, maybe it would be good to be buried here.

It's been more than a day since he left that battle, but he didn't expect that there were still people chasing him, could it be that he was treated as a big fish, or let him die brightly in the end.

In the majestic rain, more than a dozen figures approached in an abnormal posture, and even if the young man had fought once, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Each of the dozen or so figures was physically mutilated, with palms, shoulders, and only legs complete, with a chaotic look in their eyes, as if they had no personal consciousness.

"Come on, inhuman, I Gilles? Morality? Les, fight here! Perhaps having figured it all out, the young man laughed heartily.

The cold light flickered in the rain, and the young man named Gilles burst out with all his remaining physical strength, and since he chose death, he should be even brighter.

The blade slashed into a ghoul's neck, as if it didn't feel it, and its sharp claws clawed at Gilles.

After having an experience, he naturally didn't be careless, the green tendons on his arm appeared, and the miserable white head fell to the ground, and under the full exertion, even another ghoul next to him was cut off with an arm.

"It's hard enough"

Giles gasped and smiled, it wouldn't be too difficult to kill a dozen immortals in his prime, and now he could play three points It would be good.

"Come on, let me see what strength you have!" Loud roars, it was precisely because of their appearance that the cavalry was entangled.

The cold light flashed again, and another head hit the ground.

The little physical strength kept blooming under the pressure of Gilles, and the undead figures lost their heads one by one, and his movements became slower and slower.

"Is this the end of it?"

Sighing regretfully, there were still five figures in front of Gilles, lightning lit up the sky, and also let Gilles see their pale faces that did not look like humans, it should be said that they were not human in the first place.

His palms were trembling, and blood mixed with rain fell to the ground, and just holding the sword already made him feel unbearable.

The figure was approaching him, and the death of his companion had not changed in the slightest, making Gilles wonder if they had crawled out of the grave.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his sword for the final blow.

The cold rain washed over the body, death was delayed, and a warmth seemed to rise in the air.

When he opened his tired eyes again, a holy figure shone in his eyes, and the ruby sword flew gorgeously. (To be continued.) )