"My lord, when will the next plan begin?" asked Thorville as he slowed his horse to Vlad III's side, his trust in Vlad III had increased a lot after tonight's battle.

Vlad III opened his eyes and calmly looked at the deep night in the distance, the stars were very few under the white moonlight, but he still roughly judged the current time, "Edward the Black Prince is a cautious man, since he knows that his plan has been discovered, then there will definitely be a remedy." As things stand, attacking when numbers are dominant is his best bet. ”

"You mean he's going to storm Wolfe Castle in full force soon?"

Vlad III nodded: "The camp of the Black Prince Edward is only about a hundred kilometers away from Woff Castle, which is nothing for a vampire who is moving at full speed, but there is one thing he has to consider......"

"It's sunrise time!" said Thorville as he suddenly understood. Surrounded by a plain, Wolf's castle is almost completely exposed to the sun, and if it is not possible to take the castle in a short time, then the rising sun will defeat them, of course, this is the best outcome.

"Go back, presumably Viscount Gauge is already impatient to wait, so in this case, just gather all the troops and wait in peace......"

Thorville nodded, then quickened the speed of his horse's run, and under his leadership, everyone accelerated towards Wolf's Castle, leaving only the dust that had been raised to dissipate in the hazy moonlight.

On the other side of the battlefield, Joan of Arc was charging through the streets of Versailles with a flag gun that read "Blessed by our lord". In the silver moonlight, the white banner on the flag gun bloomed with a faint halo, and behind her, the Knights of the Self-Defense poured into the streets like a tidal wave to expel the British troops occupying Versailles.

They had been attacking Versailles for a whole day, and had just broken through the British defenses at night. It has to be said that the British longbowmen are indeed a very threatening opponent, and they have caused great trouble to the knights by taking advantage of their geographical advantages in the daytime charge. In order to break through the range of the longbow, the Self-Defense Knights prepared a tower shield more than one person high to advance.

The tower shields supported each other to form a dense camp, and the tower shields were also wrapped in freshly peeled cowhide to prevent the British from launching rockets to cause damage to the formation.

Even with such preparations, many of the Knights died in the process of advancing from the rain of arrows, and the extremely long range of the English longbows, coupled with the extremely fast rate of fire and the constant supply of arrows from these marksmen, the ground around the city of Versailles was almost full of feathered arrows, and from a distance, it looked like a jungle of arrows.

Not only that, but the British also transported all the defensive weapons left by Charles VI when he retreated in a hurry to the city. The pitch-black "Greek Fire" rolled down the walls in wooden barrels, which broke under the pressure of their own weight, and the contents soon spread to the perimeter of the gates. This kind of thing is extremely flammable, even a spark can make it burn violently, let alone the torches dropped from the city by the British army......

Before the knights who had finally approached the city wall could attack, they were expelled from the dead corner near the city wall by the fierce Greek fire, coupled with the arrows that rained down, the knights could only retreat helplessly, waiting for the opportunity to attack the city again.

It's so difficult to just get close, let alone capture a city.

I wonder how Charles VI lost this vulnerable city!

Fortunately, the people of Versailles did not give up hope in their own soldiers, and they sneaked out of the city by a hidden path while the British army was busy fighting the Knights. While Joan of Arc was worried about the siege, the citizens who had slipped out of the city told her the location of the path in a timely manner.

This was a perfect opportunity, and Joan of Arc ordered some of the men to continue their feint attack on the main gate, while others entered the city of Versailles through the path under her leadership. Although the English longbowmen were very good at long-range strikes, it was difficult to play to their strengths when charged by the knights at close quarters.

"Our Lord Protection" refers to the soldiers, the soldiers of the Self-Defense Knights have rushed into the enemy camp with their weapons in hand. Most of the English soldiers stationed near the city gate were longbowmen, and even pikemen were a very small part, and in the angry shouts of the knights, control of the city gate soon fell into the hands of France!

"Victory will be to France!" Joan of Arc rode on a white horse and waved the flag gun in his hand, this weapon was actually more of a guard of honor, but that didn't mean it wasn't lethal. In fact, the five-meter-long shaft of the rifle gives it a huge range, and with enough skill, it can be used to kill enemies as well as a blade in the hands of a warrior.

Before the outbreak of the Anglo-French war, Joan of Arc was just an ordinary Orleans peasant girl, and although she was much more delicate than the others, she never received anything for it in her sixteen years of life.

In the early days of the war, an old man dressed as a bishop suddenly visited her home in the Orleans countryside.

"God has brought her beloved saint to earth, and she will bring the ultimate victory to France!" said the old man dressed as a bishop, his expression was so agitated that his weather-beaten eyes even glistened with tears.

At first, Joan of Arc naturally didn't believe this, but the bishop's next actions forced her to believe that she was the saint he called her.

"God has prepared a holy arm for his holy woman, and the holy woman only needs to try it to know. The bishop said reverently, and then pulled back the tarpaulin of his carriage, in which lay a red wooden frame with a fine suit of armor.

At first glance, the armor was made for women, with a slender waist and plump chest protection, stacked armor leaves that shone with a sacred silver brilliance, and the sacred words engraved on it were delicate like the work of an artist.

Even if this armor was not worn on her body, the divine aura made Joan of Arc feel like she wanted to be close to her. Filled with deep doubt, she reached for her hanging armor in the Bishop's encouraging eyes.

"Allow my nuns to put on this God-given armament for you, Your Majesty...... "The Bishop said respectfully, standing behind Joan of Arc with fanatical devotion in his eyes.

Joan of Arc tried to refuse, but her body nodded uncontrollably. At the behest of the old bishop, two nuns with charitable faces reverently put the armor on her body little by little. The nails interlocked, making a crisp and pleasant sound, like the gentle cry of a choir maiden, and one by one the equipment was put on Joan of Arc's body, and against the background of the sacredness of this pavement, the face of the Orleans maiden suddenly turned out to be like a fairy.

The last thing to be on her was a glittering headband. All the parts of the armor are worn on Joan of Arc's body, and the fit is as if it was tailor-made for her, and her already tall figure is not only gorgeous under the background of the armor, but also has a fierce heroism!

"My lord, do I really ......" to this extent, even if the bishop does not say anything, Joan of Arc begins to slowly accept the reality that she is a "saint".

The bishop smiled and nodded, the look in his eyes was self-evident: "Don't doubt it anymore, there is no second suitable girl in this divine weapon besides you." Can you tell me your name, Your Majesty?"

Looking at the old man's pious gaze, Joan of Arc couldn't help but say his name: "I'm not an adult, my name is Joan of Arc......"

Her voice was very low, but it was still clearly heard by the old man: "God bless France! Under the leadership of Lord Joan of Arc, France will definitely be able to defeat the invading enemy army and usher in glory again!"

"Victory will be to France...... the Knights of Self-Defence shouted sacred slogans, pouring out their anger and fighting spirit on the hostile British through their weapons...... Immediately after retaking the city gates, someone broke the huge deadbolt and let in the soldiers of the Knights who were feintting outside the city.

When the gates were opened, the knights outside, led by the captain, rushed through the flames, and threw their shields covered with raw cowhides on the flowing Greek fire, opening a way for those behind them to settle down.

"Lord Joan of Arc, the second detachment of the Second Detachment of the Self-Defense Knights has been assembled!" the knight led by the knight drove his horse to Joan of Arc, his armor was stuck with several feathered arrows, and in some places there were ugly smoke marks from the black smoke rising from the Greek fire, but even so, the knight's voice was still full of war, and it was almost impossible to hear the fatigue they had just experienced from the fierce battle.

"Very well, Captain of the Second Brigade, Gilles de Ray, take your men behind the group, and take time to rest, we don't have much time, we must expel these invaders from Versailles before dawn!" Joan of Arc commanded, cocking his rifle, at Gil. In the previous siege battles, the first and second detachments contributed the most and suffered the most damage, and at this moment, if half of the two thousand people in his mouth could maintain their combat effectiveness, they would be in a good state.

"My lord, my soldiers are fine, please allow us to continue to take on the responsibility of the vanguard!" Jill slammed his right fist into the armor in his chest, making a sonorous sound.

"I know you are all brave warriors, but the battlefield is not a place to be strong, hurry up and rest, and your tasks will be even busier in the second half of the night. Joan of Arc shouted, she knew what Jill meant, but as a commander, she couldn't allow her soldiers to continue fighting in fatigue.

There were about 50,000 British troops in the city, spread across different neighborhoods, and although at least half of them were longbowmen and had a relatively limited role in the city, the huge disparity in numbers was a headache for Joan of Arc. In this case, if the soldiers can retain a little more physical strength, they will be able to retain a little more hope of survival in the subsequent battles.

"Jill, now is not the time to be willful, listen to me and live!" Joan of Arc said earnestly as she looked into Gil de Ray's eyes. The moonlight shone on her forehead, casting a divine glow on Joan of Arc's face, and the light fell on the eyes of those around her, soothing the hearts of all like holy light.

"God bless France......"

"God bless France......"

I don't know who shouted the slogan, but the people around responded one after another, the loud slogan seemed to have been blessed by the heavens, and the armor of Joan of Arc shone with a faint glow in the moonlight. The neat slogans spread, and even the inhabitants of Versailles, who were running to escape the war, stopped, and they focused their eyes on the silver flag of "Our Lord Protection", looking at the girl full of divine aura, and raised their hands in response!

Gilles de Ray sighed, then slammed his right fist into his chest: "My lord, Lord Joan of Arc, I obey your orders. But in the battle after that, please let me give it a go!"

"Of course, that's what I meant. Joan of Arc smiled and nodded, then raised the flag gun in his hand again, "Warriors of the Knights, burst out your strength and drive out these British invaders in this holy moonlight!"

Although her voice was not loud, it was full of vitality, like a spark lit by a bonfire, which instantly detonated the emotions of the people around her. The Knights responded to Joan of Arc's call with cheers, and the fatigue of the day's hard battles was swept away, and even the surrounding residents of Versailles were infected by her, picking up their weapons from the ground and following the Order.

"Charge!" Joan of Arc waved her spear and rushed out of the crowd first, whether as a saint or as a warrior, or even the most ordinary Orleans girl, she was at the forefront of the line when she charged. As long as the spear in her hand does not fall, the warriors of the Knights will be able to overcome any difficulties along the way.

The sound of horses galloping began to spread from the city gate to different neighborhoods, and about 10,000 knight soldiers rushed in different directions, expelling the British troops in the city. Behind them, the gathered people picked up the weapons left on the ground and joined the advancing ranks, and even though they did not have much combat effectiveness, the large number of people still put great pressure on the British army......

"The pikemen meet the enemy in front, and the longbowmen fire arrows in the rear!" cried the British commander, trying to maintain the formation that was gradually dispersing. The advantage of numbers is not easy to play in the city, and the rain of arrows scattered in the approach battle only plays a bluff role, but the cavalry in heavy armor turns into the god of death at this moment.

The pikemen and the knight at the front collided with each other, and the huge impact of the war horse caused the barrel of the gun to break in an instant. Some of the horses were pierced through the neck by spears, and even if they died, they used their flesh to impact the British camp, and the surviving knights controlled the horses to pour in from the gap, waving their weapons left and right with the speed of the horses.

The cavalry drilled into the camp of the British army like drills, and the people in front only moved forward, and the British soldiers left behind naturally had their companions to kill them, and the blood spread from the streets, and even the ground became slippery.

On the other side of the block, Joan of Arc was leading an assault on the square, which was the most extensive, and if he occupied this area, he would be able to keep the British at bay, and it would be much easier to attack again.

However, this place was destined to be not the only one she noticed, as soon as she broke out of the block, a dense crowd of English longbowmen appeared in her field of vision, at least two thousand longbowmen half-kneeling in the square, full of bows and arrows pointed diagonally to the sky.

"Shoot the arrows!" the British commander ordered, and a rain of arrows like flying locusts fell from the sky, and even the light of the moon dimmed at this moment. The arrows whizzed and fell into the block, instantly inflicting a large number of casualties on the Knights.

"Hide!" Joan of Arc shouted to the knights in the block, caught her off guard, but with shops on both sides of the block, she rushed into the shops with her men and horses to hide. However, there were too many knights in the block, and they rode war horses one by one, and the shops on the street were soon filled with people from the Knights, but there were still many people on the streets who could not be hidden.

"Damn. Watching her knights be destroyed by a rain of arrows that covered the sky, Joan of Arc gritted her teeth, her face had been calm in the previous battle, but now it was full of anger.

In fact, Joan of Arc should have let people charge directly just now, as long as they resisted the first wave of arrows, they would soon be able to reach the enemy with the speed of the impact of the war horse, so that the crisis would naturally be lifted. But now, they are trapped in a small shop on the block, and they can only watch helplessly as their comrades die in the rain of arrows......

Suddenly, a deafening shout of killing came from the direction of the square, and the terrible rain of arrows of the British army suddenly stopped attacking. Although she didn't know what was happening, Joan of Arc drove her horse out of the block and charged again with the Knights.

She didn't grasp the opportunity just now, and now she can't let it go away!

In the square, the fierce knights devoured the lives of the English longbowmen like hungry wolves, and the armor on the leading knights showed traces of smoke and fire, coupled with the smearing of blood, it looked extremely hideous! It was the second detachment led by Gilles de Ray, although this guy promised Joan of Arc to follow the team, but after the battle began, he sneaked into another block and launched a charge.

Jill also knew the importance of the square, so he rushed straight in the direction of the square after coming out of the block. At that time, the attention of the British army in the square happened to be attracted by Joan of Arc's troops, so they turned their backs to this group of beastly Orleans cavalry unsuspectingly.

The charge was launched, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the British commander found that many enemy cavalry had appeared behind him. Before he could give the next command, he was beheaded by the galloping Gil.

"Blessed by my lord, victory will be to France!" Gil shouted at the sky after beheading the enemy commander, tearing off his helmet and revealing his young face stained with blood. He is the kind of softer look, but now his face is full of madness, and two different temperaments appear on his body at the same time, which is a little unimaginable.