"My dear Miss Joan of Arc, I would like to call you that. The letter begins.

"The king has heard of your victory at Versailles, and although it is only half of it, it is already a great achievement. Since you do not yet have a formal official position, the King has granted you the title of District Administrator with the title of Earl, and as for your domain, you will be placed in Orleans, which you know best, and ......will be executed as soon as the war is over."

The first page of the letter was written in exaggerated font with words of encouragement, and Charles VI said nothing about the future situation of France, and if it were not for the so-called "count" title, Joan of Arc would have thought that the king was conditioning the officials of the state in his own palace.

“...... In view of the large number of British troops, in order to support your operation, this king hereby sends 5,000 knights of the personal guard to Versailles, in addition, the knights of other regions will also rush to Versailles in batches, Wangqing must recover Versailles as soon as possible and expel these invaders from the territory of the Holy French Empire!" At the end of the letter, Charles VI wrote, it seemed that he was really ashamed of what had happened to him, and the signature at the end was actually scratched even the paper.

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty. Joan of Arc put aside the letter in his hand, and suddenly felt a sense of relief, after the arrival of the five thousand knights of the guard, their strength will be greatly expanded, plus the knights from other regions mentioned by Charles VI to support, it should not be a problem to recover Versailles, "This time it is really timely......

As long as the British army is expelled from Versailles, once they enter the pursuit, the Knights' lethality can be maximized, after all, war horses can run much faster than humans.

Just as Joan of Arc was preparing for the next step, the door was suddenly smashed open, and a tall man anxiously broke in and yelled at Joan of Arc sitting at the table: "My lord, there is a situation on the British side, and an unknown group of people has broken into the other side's city gate, and now the two sides have been fighting!"

"What's going on?" asked Joan of Arc, holding the map in her hand.

"Our people don't know either, the new forces are bypassing from a distance, and they don't have direct contact with our people, but since they can fight the British army on the other side, it should be their own army......" The man said with a frown, telling Joan of Arc as much as he could.

"......Our own army?" said Joan of Arc, suddenly turning over a letter from Charles VI from the papers on the table, the letter did not mention the time, but judging by the distance between Versailles and Orleans, the mysterious knights who suddenly appeared outside the city were most likely the reinforcements that Charles VI said!

"Quick, gather our men and horses, and divide into two ways to attack the British army!" Joan of Arc ordered the man who was delivering the information while taking the Divine Arms from the wooden frame next to him, "Tell Captain Gilles de Ray to lead his men through the temporary defensive line to launch a feint attack on the British camp, and I will personally bring people to support them......"

"Yes, sir!"

On the side of the camp of the Knights of Self-Defence, Gilles de Ray had just returned to the place where the second detachment was stationed, when the herald broke into his tent with Joan of Arc's command.

"What! Our reinforcements are now at war with the British, don't these guys know how to retreat?" said Jill as she grabbed her helmet from the table, "Does Lord Joan of Arc have any other orders besides the order to feint?"

As he spoke, he stepped onto his horse, the alarm bell for the emergency assembly had been sounded, and it would take about five minutes for the second detachment to be integrated, and Jill hurriedly asked the herald during this gap.

"In addition to asking you to launch a feint, Lord Joan of Arc said that she would personally bring people to support our reinforcements, and before I came here, I had already sent half of the defenders in the city to wait outside the city gate, and it is estimated that they are now heading towards the other gate. ”

"It's a mess. Gil's deep voice came from the heavy helmet, and he turned his horse's head while clamping his legs around the horse's belly, "Warriors of the second detachment, follow my horses and step into the camp of the British army!

"Victory belongs to France!"

"Victory belongs to France!"

A few simple words have mobilized the fighting spirit of these knights, and in the face of an enemy several times their size, if they don't have a high fighting will, they will be sent to death! But for Jill, as long as it is Joan of Arc's order, even if the end point ahead is death, he will not hesitate to step in.

"Let's go!" Jill yelled, and rushed out of the camp first. Behind him, the knights of the second detachment mixed with the knights of other detachments, and the galloping hooves of the war horses rolled up the dust on the ground, gradually spreading outward like awakened monsters......

Naturally, this atmosphere could not hide from the eyes of the inhabitants of Versailles, but this time they did not hide in fear, but watched the direction of the knights.

"I hope that these valiant knights will soon liberate the other half of the city and take back the prosperous and peaceful country from the hands of the enemy. A woman said, grabbing the apron in her hand, with deep hope in her eyes.

"In addition, they should also be careful, after all, they are fighting with their lives when they go to the battlefield......" The weather-beaten old man squatted in the corner of the somewhat broken wall, his frown frowning at the melancholy of others.

Either way, the inhabitants spontaneously took to the streets to pray for the knights who fought bravely. These knights had just rescued them from the hands of the British, and now they were going to shed their blood for the other half of the city......

"Listen to my orders, all the personnel will attack in one direction after passing through the defensive line, our purpose is to drag down the British troops in the city, and try not to break out into a large-scale battle with them!" Riding on a horse running at great speed, Jill ordered to the knights behind him, even if there are two other detachments to assist, their number is only four thousand, and it is absolutely impossible to fight hard.

The gallop of thousands of horses was like rolling thunder, and the roar of one man could not make any waves in it, but the person closest to Gil passed backwards and backwards after receiving his orders, so that all of them could receive his orders.

The distance between the camp and the central square was not far away, and with the extreme speed of their advance, they soon came to the makeshift fortifications. The defenders here had already learned of the order to attack, and had already opened a gap for them in advance, and the knights of 4,000 people drew their weapons when they passed through the gap, and the fierce battle intent completely exploded in an instant!

At the gates on the other side of Versailles, the Knights with fleur-de-lis banners were caught between a dilemma by the British attack. Their equipment was much more advanced than that of Joan of Arc's, but they were still cramped by the endless arrows of the English longbowmen.

Despite having fought with longbowmen before, the Knights of the Guards underestimated the strength of their opponents, and they did carry tower shields that could withstand longbow attacks, but they quickly became extremely heavy in this number of attacks. The exterior of each tower shield was covered with countless arrows, and these dense arrows were like the long spines of a porcupine, stacked layer by layer, and new arrows were constantly being shot in, and soon reached the extent that human beings could not hold them.

"Damn, aren't these Brits running out of arrows?" said Caine, the head of the Knights of the Guards, angrily, who didn't know much about the current situation in Versailles before coming here, only that Joan of Arc's troops had taken over half of the city, so he had a preconceived idea that Joan of Arc had captured the back door of Versailles.

The garrison here was a little looser than the defense of the main gate, and it was from here that the English attacked Versailles and drove out the sleeping Charles VI in the darkness of the night.

If it weren't for Charles VI running fast enough, I'm afraid he would have been guillotined by the Black Prince Edward by now. It was precisely because of this that the Knights of the Guards were able to preserve their strength as much as possible, and at the behest of Charles VI, they returned to Versailles to support Joan of Arc.

However, Charles VI could not have imagined that the reinforcements he sent would be in a desperate situation as soon as they arrived in Versailles......

"Captain Cain, don't worry about those damn arrows, those Brits are surrounding our back!" one of the guards knights shouted, shooting his crossbow between the tower's shields.

Although it is not comparable to an incoming arrow, it can at least pose some negligible threat to the opposite side. After firing the arrows on the crossbow, the knight of the guard quickly closed the hole in the tower shield, if he did not do so, one or two arrows from the British's arrow rain might burrow through the hole and damage them.

"How many crossbow arrows do we have?" Cain yelled at his men, observing the enemy through the intermittent firing holes.

They had been under attack since they were discovered by the British, and they couldn't raise their heads at all after being overwhelmed by the rain of arrows, so those damned fellows opened the gates and surrounded them from both sides, and just now, the two forces of the enemy joined together and completely sealed their retreat.

"Most of us have only one bag of arrows left, and even if there are more, there are no more than one and a half bags, and our rate of fire is too slow compared to the other side, and we can shoot one arrow enough for the other side to shoot five......" After a brief count, the herald reported the situation to Caine.

"A bag of arrows?" Cain said with a wry smile, not because of the number of arrows, but because of the situation of the enemy army.

The standard configuration of the Knights of the Guards was three bags of arrows per person, and a bag of twenty, but since the ten*crossbow was much slower to fire than the bow, these numbers of crossbows did not make much sense. Although Charles VI equipped each of them with two crossbows, he was still defeated in the confrontation with the British.