The sun in the sky became more and more intense, and the air on the ground was distorted, and in such temperatures, the originally verdant acacia grass rolled up its leaves.

A heavy horse's hooves suddenly stepped on the acacia grass, stomping the wilted blades deep into the ground. Then more horses' hooves trampled on the grass, turning the rare greens into sapy and mud.

In the fierce sun, a troop of cavalry dragged their tired bodies slowly past here, and about two kilometers further on was a valley where they could take a break and escape the midday sun.

Directly in front of the procession, Gilles de Ray rode his horse in a dejected manner, the reins of his horse in the hands of his guards. He used to tie his hair at the back of his head, but now it was scattered, his long bangs almost obscured his eyes, and his face was covered in messy stubble......

"Hold on, Lord Jill, for we will find a source of water in the valley ahead. While carefully leading his war horse, the guard pointed in the direction of the valley and said, "There is a pool in the depths of the valley, although it is not very large, but there are still a lot of fish in it. ”

"Hmm. Jill replied with her head down.

"After resting here, we can continue our march towards Fabrice, and when we get there, we will be safe for the time being, and then we will contact the knights of the surrounding cities, and maybe we will be able to launch a counterattack on Versailles. ”

"Hmm. ”

Looking at the absent-minded Gilles de Ray, the guards suddenly stopped the pace of the horse, and the body of Gil on the horse stumbled under the effect of inertia, and almost fell off the horse.

"What's the matter, Martin, is there an enemy?" asked Jill as he got up from his horse, glanced at his guard, his saber loosely slung at his waist, and had no intention of pulling it out.

Seeing his captain become like this, Martin's fist holding the reins tightened unconsciously, and he suddenly wanted to punch him and wake up the person in front of him from this state.

"No, sir. Martin's fist clenched the reins, and finally quietly put it down, "You should rest, after all, you haven't closed your eyes for a day and a night since you woke up, go to sleep, or your strength will not be able to keep up." ”

"I'm fine...... I am fine...... If there are no enemies, keep going. Cain refused, shaking his head, his bloodshot eyes open, "Let's go, there's still a lot to do." ”

Jill said, tapping the horse's ass slightly, and the horse lifted its legs and took a few steps forward, and the reins slipped from Martin's hand. Jill staggered on his horse, looking like he was about to fall.

"Those who are behind, come along, and rest in the valley ahead!" Martin suddenly turned and shouted irritably, and then chased after him with the belly of the war horse......

The valley here may not be high, but the uplifted part just blocks out the blazing sun, and the cool spring water flows out of the rock crevices, washes the exposed rock walls, and then converges into a pool below the valley. Although the waterhole is not very deep, the water surface is still above the knees of the war horse, and as the war horse walks, the splash falls on the surrounding people, with a slight coolness.

Martin watched the party enter the valley and found a clean place for Jill to sit down, who was now like a broken puppet, listless at the mercy of others.

"My lord, drink some water. Martin handed a water bladder full of water to Jill, who took it blankly, and then poured it down, a full water bladder was almost instantly deflated by him, seeing this situation, Martin hurriedly snatched the water bladder from Jill's hand, "Okay sir, your body will not be able to stand it if you drink it again!"

Gil Muran looked at the angry Martin, then shook his head: "Don't worry, until I save Lord Joan of Arc, I will be fine." ”

As he spoke, Jill struggled to get up from the ground, but as soon as he stood up, he felt black in front of his eyes, and then staggered and fell to the ground.

"Lord Jill!" Martin dropped the water bladder in his hand and hurriedly helped him up.

As soon as Martin's hand touched Jill's body, the latter turned his head and retched, and after he spat out a few mouthfuls of water, he struggled to lie on the ground, gasping violently: "I...... I'm fine, don't worry...... Put...... Let go of me, I'm ...... Able to take care of self-...... ...... vomit"

Before he could finish speaking, Jill threw up violently again, and it was not until he had almost vomited the water in his stomach that he sat up with Martin's help.

"Hey, Martin, I'm useless. After a while, Jill suddenly looked up and said.

Before Martin could figure out how to answer, Jill said, "Actually, if you don't say it, I know it, of course I'm very useless, I swore to protect Joan of Arc, but I can't even die by her side." ”

Jill laughed self-deprecatingly: "Speaking of which, that knight uncle is better than me, although his brain is not very bright, but at least he can stand in front of her when Jeanne d'Arc needs her most, and what about me? hehe, damn it!"

He slammed his fist to the ground, and the metal armor on his hand was slightly deformed by the blow.

Looking at Jill with an angry and sad look, Martin suddenly felt a little disappointed. He walked over indifferently, and then pulled the armor on Jill's chest and dragged him up from the ground, Jill watched his movements in confusion, and then was punched in the face by Martin: "Can you bastard be sober, you obviously said that you want to save Lord Joan of Arc, but now you are spilling here like a child? I can understand your feelings about wanting to save people, but this can't be a reason for you to die, if I don't stop you that night, all of us will die there with you!"

"The knight should have died on the battlefield, if you are afraid of death, you can get out of my ranks!" Jill spat on a mouthful of bloody spit, his eyes terrifying like a vicious wolf.

"So that's what you think. Martin suddenly smiled bitterly, "Indeed, knights should die on the battlefield, but what is the point of needless sacrifices! Even if you do rush into the city alive, do you think that Lord Joan of Arc will smile and say welcome back!"

Martin's words were like a hammer, making Jill's decadent eyes awe, yes, if it was Joan of Arc, she would rather sacrifice herself than let them go first, in the face of an invincible enemy, retreat is the best way......

"I'm sorry. After a while, Jill suddenly said, "I was too narrow-minded and lost my mind in that situation...... You didn't do anything wrong. ”

"You don't need to say that, I know you're for Joan of Arc's safety, so I won't blame you, but only if you survive first can you find a chance to save people!"

"Yes, I get it. Jill nodded, his eyes became clear, although his eyes were still bloodshot, but he could clearly feel his will, "Help me find some food, I need to recover my strength as soon as possible, let's camp here today, everyone have a good rest in the evening, and rush to Fabrice tomorrow morning." ”

"Yes, sir, I'll do it. Looking at Jill, who had finally regained his spirits, Martin said with a sigh of relief.

Martin first got two grilled fish for Jill, and then arranged for the Knights' warriors to settle down by the waterhole. They fled with them almost nothing, only a small number of horses brought some dry food.

No matter how many fish there were, there were not enough fish for nearly seven thousand people, so Martin had a few large trees cut down, hollowed out the trunks and made them into pots, and boiled the dry food of the knights and the fish they caught. After boiling it out in this way, it will finally be enough for everyone to eat.

Before nightfall, dozens of bonfires were lit in the clearing by the waterhole, and Jill sat beside the innermost fire, polishing her sword with the pebbles in the waterhole.

The sabre's blade was full of tiny notches from the frantic battle, and Jill rubbed a little water on the blade before rubbing the pebbles back and forth between the edges. It was a rather monotonous and exhausting task, and it was already completely dark just by polishing the blade on one side.

"You'd better go and rest, just leave this work to me. Martin sat down next to Jill as he spoke, with two water bladders filled with water in his hands, and he placed one next to Jill and poked the fire with a stick to make it burn more brightly, and when that was done, Martin opened the water bladder and took a sip, and then looked at Jill silently.

"My mind is so messed up that I can't sleep without doing something. Jill tried the sharpened blade with his fingers, then pointed the pebble to the other side, "Actually, you are the one who should go to rest, and you are in charge of the management of the Order during this time of my dereliction of duty." ”

The clatter of sword grinding resounded, and the hazy light of fire reflected off the water-soaked blade.

"yes, if you haven't experienced it yourself, it's hard to imagine how tiring it would feel to manage so many people. Martin sighed, "Jeanne d'Arc is really strong. ”

"Why do you say that?" said Jill, stopping his movements.

"Because she has to manage the entire knight order, she is the first to rush to the front in every battle, maybe this is the holy woman. Martin scratched his head and said.

Jill didn't speak, he picked up the pebbles and sharpened the blade again, for some reason, his heart became more irritable after listening to Martin's words.

"Joan of Arc, you must be safe, wait for me, I will save you soon!" Jill said to himself as he sharpened his sword.

The campfire burned silently beside the two men, and muffled snoring gradually sounded in the surrounding camp, and all the knights were sleeping quietly on the ground, except for those who were keeping vigil on the periphery.