It would have been difficult to establish a disciplined army in such a remote Orleans area, and the girl in front of her was able to do so, at least in terms of the ability to command the army, which Charles VI was far behind......

"My lord, how is the situation at the front now?" Joan of Arc did not refuse, but instead asked about the war. She was unaware of the current progress of the British army, and she had been recruiting militia in the Orleans area, ready to fight on the front lines.

"The situation is not good, those barbarian fellows have just taken over the King's Palace of Versailles, and if it weren't for that, the King wouldn't have come to Orleans. Charles VI sighed and said, "It is really a misfortune for France, the areas occupied by the black prince Edward are the most plagued places in the country, a large number of soldiers were killed in the plague, and now those who survived will have to go through the ...... of war."

"The king originally planned to make peace with Edward, the Black Prince, so that the rest of the region would not be tormented by the war, but judging by the final result, we have all been fooled by this bastard!" said this, Charles VI's eyes were full of anger. Edward, the Black Prince, had clearly promised himself that as long as he sent Torville, Viscount of Bordeaux, to negotiate with him, he would sign an armistice, but such an attractive armistice agreement could not satisfy the greed of Edward the Black Prince.

"What a villain who has gone back on his word!" Now, what can Charles VI do but curse the black prince Edward for his dishonesty?

"My lord, isn't the present situation of Viscount Tovel very dangerous?" Joan of Arc did not echo the words of Charles VI, she had no interest in the irreparable, probably related to her religion, and the most valuable thing in Joan of Arc's eyes was what had not yet happened, because the Lord would show you the way in the dark......

"I don't know about this king, but the British army that attacked Versailles was about fifty-five thousand, so Viscount Tovel would have to face at least five thousand round-ups. Negotiations broke down, and he probably died before he could even break out of the camp. ”

Listening to Charles VI's words, Joan of Arc's slender brows furrowed slightly, but quickly returned to their original state: "Your Excellency, you and your knights should go to the town of Orleans to rest first, and we will be responsible for fighting these invaders from England." In the name of Joan of Arc, victory will be to France!"

"Victory will belong to France...... Victory will belong to France......" The knights who were originally kneeling on the ground drew their swords and stood up, the slogans full of faith were passed among the ten thousands, the flag spear held high in Joan of Arc's hand seemed to have the power of blessing, and under the light of "My Lord blessed", even Charles VI, who had just experienced a crushing defeat, felt that the sun in the sky was much brighter.

"Maybe this girl in front of her is really a saint who can bring victory to France. Charles VI thought to himself, then nodded to Joan of Arc, and he walked among the high-spirited Orleans knights with his dusty guards, who offered to make way for him to make way to the town.

Although he didn't know how Joan of Arc would fight against the invasion of Edward, the Black Prince, just looking at her serious girlish face, Charles VI felt an inexplicable sense of stability in his heart......

When Charles VI and his men left completely, Joan of Arc shook the flag gun in his hand, and the knights of more than 10,000 people instantly mounted their horses, waiting for the next order.

Joan of Arc walked up to her horse, a gentle smile appeared on the girl's face, she stroked the horse's snow-white neck, and then sat on the horse's back with stirrups. Obviously she was only a sixteen-year-old Orleans girl, but when she tightened the reins, her face was as serious as an angel of law enforcement, she raised her spear diagonally, and then shouted at the knights behind her.

"All the army is leaving! Target, Versailles!"

Just as Joan of Arc and the Knights launched a counterattack on Versailles, the army of vampires left by Edward the Black Prince near Bordeaux also began to move. More than 4,600 vampires were divided into six brigades by Edward the Black Prince, each of whom was eight hundred men, each led by a marquis.

And the more than 600 people led by the Black Prince Edward himself are all the elite of the greedy crocodile clan, and everyone in this team is pure-blooded, although most of them do not have titles, but their combat power is almost equal to the sum of the remaining five teams!

In order to occupy all of France, Edward III gathered almost half of England's vampires, which made it much easier for the bloodhunters in charge of England to be in charge of the English mainland. They were human after all, and they had suffered heavy losses from the Black Plague, and Edward III's aggression undoubtedly provided time for the recovery of the Bloodhunt.

Although Edward III did not like bloodhunting either, he had to admit that with the combined efforts of the Presbyterian law enforcement team and the bloodhunters, his management of the country would be much easier.

The actions of the Black Prince Edward on this side naturally can't be hidden from Towell's people, he has already suffered a loss, so he is now very careful about the Black Prince Edward's every move.

In the Chamber of Round Tables at Wolf Castle, Tovel and Rocette are discussing how to deal with the enemy.

"The army of vampires cannot fight in the sun, but my heavy wolf cavalry does not have this problem, we should attack during the day and take advantage of the sun to nibble away at the army of Edward the Black Prince. Tovel pointed to the map, on which there were wooden models used to distinguish the various forces, among which the six armies of the Black Prince Edward were like six coiled serpents, staring at Bordeaux's forces.

"Your idea is very good, but have you forgotten how cunning that guy is?" said Rongaite, holding the model representing the Heavy-armored Wolf Cavalry, "Even a stupid dog like you can think of a problem, Edward the Black Prince, can't think of it? ”

Rongaite was right, in order to rescue Thorville, he brought out all his blood forces. The cavalry team of more than 700 people died more than 100 in the raid that night alone, although they were all low-level blood slaves, but it was still a big loss.

Now there are a maximum of three hundred and fifty heavily armored wolf riders in Wolf Castle, and even with the garrison in the castle, they can barely gather more than four hundred people. Even when combined with the cavalry of Rongauta, their total strength was only more than a thousand people, and most of them were low-level blood slaves......

"What do you mean, if we attack at night, we will lose even more, you know. Trotwell pointed to the map, the Black Prince Edward was getting closer and closer to them, and if they didn't make a decision in time, they would only face a more passive situation.

Vlad III sat on the couch to the side, shaking his glass and watching the two argue, not participating in the discussion of the plan. The two people in front of them are too obsessed with the comparison of forces, and if you only consider this point, there will be no results even if it is another hundred years.

"I really don't understand why you have to stick to the way you fight on the battlefield, when you have a favorable terrain, but you have to go head-to-head with enemies who are much more numerous than you, which is funny. Vlad III snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"Although we are allies at the moment, I can't assume that I have not heard such irresponsible words from you, and if you really want it for our good, then please bring the army here. He said sarcastically, his meaning was simple, people without the army were not qualified to speak here.

"Calm down, Lord Vlad must have a reason for saying that. At least I don't have the ability to defeat five times as many enemies with just five hundred men. Toldwell looked at Vlad III, "Your Excellency, please tell me what you think." ”

Vlad III drank the blood from the cup, then walked over to the map and covered Wolfcastle with a wine glass. The crystal glass separated the two factions, and the situation seemed to be much clearer, but Tovir and Rocaeta still didn't know what he wanted to do.

"In any case, vampires can't operate in the daylight, and with the plains surrounding Wolf Castle, this is definitely the next target for Edward the Black Prince. Vlad III's fingertips lightly touched the bottom of the glass, and there was a clear sound, "If you know what the opponent's goal is, even if you can't fight back, at least you can make a prepared defense......

The fact that Tóvel and Rongaite could be made viscounts was definitely enough in terms of wisdom, and Vlad III had a little bit of a touch, and the two of them vaguely understood something.

"If you do what you want, we'll have to give Edward the Black Prince more stimulation, which is not an easy task. Thornville subconsciously touched the place where his chest had been cut by the kiss of the goddess of victory, although the wound had completely healed, but the feeling of powerlessness still remained in his heart, "He still has an alchemy weapon against the blood clan, if it weren't for that, I might have killed him." ”

The glass suddenly exploded into crystalline powder, and both Tovir and Rocette were startled, and they all took defensive positions, and if it weren't for Vlad III's lack of other actions, the three of them might have fought again.

"I'm sorry, just kidding, it's really not easy to control this kind of thing just right, please change my cup. Vlad III said disapprovingly, just to cover up his gaffe. The red glint in his eyes flashed just now, and the sudden increase in power instantly shattered the glass, "If you don't mind, the task of impressing the Black Prince Edward is up to me, you only need to prepare two hundred people to take over......"

Vlad III was willing to take on this task, and Towell, of course, would not have an opinion. He and Rongaite glanced at each other, and there was no sign of rejection in each other's eyes, "Then please." Thorville said respectfully.