"yes, how could I forget you filthy monster, as long as you weren't a rat, or the food would have suffered. The knight looked at Christian with disgust and sneered, "Hurry up, we don't have that many men to serve you, I'll come back in fifteen minutes, if you haven't finished eating, you don't have to eat......"

The knight scolded as he closed the door to the warehouse, and after a thud, the warehouse was once again covered in darkness.

"No hurry...... No hurry, in a few days, I'll have a good meal, and you'll be my main course when the time comes, Amen. Christian grinned wickedly and grabbed the food from his plate and crumpled them into a ball!

In the central square, the area around the temporary defense line was noisy, and those who didn't know thought it was a newly established downtown area. More than a dozen huge ovens are steaming, and the aroma of roasted wheat comes from the stoves, steaming around with the heat, as if preparing for a grand celebration.

Of course, there will be no celebrations now.

"Please stand in line, don't crowd, we have prepared a lot of food, everyone can get ......" On the makeshift fortifications, Jock held a tin horn and shouted to the people on the other side, "Everyone is a French people, help each other a little more, there will definitely be enough food." ”

The distribution of food had been going on for several days, and at first Joan of Arc was worried that the British would mix in the crowd and take advantage of the chaos to attack, but this did not happen for several days. There are no other suspicious signs, except that the number of people receiving food is increasing.

"Thank you, Lady Joan of Arc, thank you so much. ”

"We're finally able to eat a full meal, thanks to Joan of Arc. ”

The inhabitants of Versailles on the other side of the fortifications, no matter how noble they once were, now look like a group of refugees from famine. They took the warm bread with trembling hands, and some of them didn't even have time to thank them before they buried their heads in gnawing, and even if some of them choked on their throats, they were reluctant to put down the food in their hands, so they just stood there blankly with their cheeks puffed out, and their faces were flushed......

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, think of your children, get out of the way of those who receive food, don't stand in the way. Jock said as he handed the bread to the hungry crowd, completely devoid of the ferocity and madness of the battlefield.

"What does the saying say, 'A tiger in your heart, smell a rose'? Jill sat on the fortifications with his sword in his hand, beside two large vats of freshly baked bread. Although the troublemakers had never happened, he was still not very comfortable with the current situation, and would come over to watch every time the food was distributed, and wait for the crowd to dissipate before leaving.

"Can't you say something nice, I'm doing a good thing anyway. Jock tossed the empty basket to Jill, then took the other basket of bread, "Actually, I wanted to be a chef, but no master wanted to teach me, and I didn't have much talent for cooking. ”

"Well, that's why you're wearing a lady's apron, Chef. Jill said expressionlessly, packing the noodles in the vat into a basket by the way.

"No one told me it was a lady's!" Jock exclaimed, pulling at the lace-like white apron, which was almost stretched over his body, feeling like it would be broken by his burly body at any moment, "No wonder it's tight on the body, it's a little weird." ”

Despite that, Jock didn't mean to remove his apron.

"Well, no wonder you ended up being a butcher, I probably understand it now. Jill was a little helpless, but he was getting used to it.

"Don't look down on the butcher, the butcher is a good hand at cutting meat, and the same is true for killing enemies. Jock smiled, and two rows of teeth suddenly appeared between his brown beard. He was right, even if the butcher's knife in his hand was replaced by a heavy battle axe, he was still a good meat cutter, but the object of slaughter had changed.

"I don't look down on butchers, it's just that now butchers do the work of monks, and they say they want to be cooks. Jill shook her head, trying to get the thought out of her mind, "How many people still haven't received food?"

Jock forgot to glance at the chaotic crowd, and his thick eyebrows twisted into a pimple: "It's hard to say, but it looks like at least eight hundred." ”

"yes, then what we have prepared should be just right. Looking at the rest of the bread in the barrel, Jill nodded. Every day, the number of people who come to get food increases, even with every meal, and if you don't prepare in advance, who knows what will go wrong.

He hates chaos the most.

"Brothers, Joan of Arc is here!" suddenly shouted the soldiers near the square, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

"Please don't do this and keep doing your job. Joan of Arc said as she walked straight in the direction of the makeshift fortifications. She was still dressed in God's arms, but under the armor was not her usual clothes, but a blue batik dress, which looked holy and lively.

Joan of Arc's long blond hair mixed with sunlight and the delicate forehead guard in front of her bangs showed a distinct two-color, as if she had come out of a church fresco.

Even in her skirt, she was still agile, and in a short time she climbed onto the fortifications.

"Joan of Arc. Jill and Jock saluted, and the latter pulled the corners of his apron so that the *tight apron looked flattering.

"You don't have to be so inhibited, especially you, Jock, you look ...... Looks ......"

"What does it look like?" asked Jock, a little impatient.

"Looks ...... It's a little small. Joan of Arc said vaguely, but she quickly diverted the subject, "How is it today, there is no trouble." ”

"Rest assured, there is no sign of a British presence at the moment. Jill preemptively said, "But I always feel that something is wrong, those guys are really so kind as to let us distribute relief food?"

Joan of Arc nodded and said, "I've also thought about this problem, distributing relief food, in fact, in addition to helping those hungry people, it can also be regarded as giving the enemy a chance to attack, which is one of the reasons why I put food here." ”

"I originally envisioned that the British army had lost a lot of food and would definitely find an opportunity to regain it. They didn't have much food with them, and it was even more difficult to feed so many people after losing it, and they had intended to use this as an opportunity to lure them into attacking, but now it seems that these guys have no such intentions, as for why they allowed the inhabitants of the city to come and get food......"

"As for why they allowed it, it was probably because instead of starving these people to death, it was better to deplete our food reserves. After all, even if it is cooking, it will take up a lot of our manpower, and there are such benefits, why should they stop it. Cain walked over slowly, filling in Joan of Arc's guess by the way.

As the head of the Knights of the Guards, Cain is still very insightful in terms of the strategy of using troops.

"Why are you here, it's not a war, is it really good for everyone to get together?" Jill glanced at Cain, and involuntarily turned his face away.

Cain walked over with a big grin and put his arm on Jill's shoulder: "Don't always have this attitude, we have been punished together, or are you afraid that I will tell you about your sleeping and drooling?"

"Jill, so you're still drooling when you sleep!" Joan of Arc's eyes widened in curiosity.

"That's not the case!Jeanne d'Arc, don't listen to his nonsense, I have a reason!" Jill hurriedly explained, he really doesn't usually do this, but he was so tired that night, and it was that uncomfortable sleeping position, so he drooled, "You snoring bastard still has the face to say that I don't know how noisy it is when I fall asleep?"

Jill threw his fist in a rage, but was easily dodged by Caine, who had been prepared.

"Stupid, how could I know when I'm asleep, you've ever heard of someone who would be woken up by his own voice. Cain laughed and said, "But then again, is it really noisy?"

"You bastard is really unconscious. Jill gritted her teeth and viciously squeezed out the words, looking at Caine with a little unkind gaze.

"Okay, okay, you two, do you still want to be punished?" Joan of Arc knocked the ground with a flag gun, and the two people who originally looked at each other unpleasantly instantly returned to their original state, "Knight Chief, you should have something to look for me, right?"

Caine nodded, then suddenly took two steps back and got down on one knee.

"What are you going to do, get up. Joan of Arc tried to pull Cain off the ground, but Jill suddenly reached out to stop her.

"Hear what he has to say, Lord Joan of Arc. ”

Cain glanced at Jill gratefully, and then said, "Lord Joan of Arc, maybe you don't care about this, but there are some things I still have to say, this time I really trouble you! If it weren't for you, we would have died in the encirclement of the British army, what an irony, obviously came to support you, but brought ourselves into the encirclement." ”

"This guy's words are hard to hear, but every sentence is a real result. Cain pointed at Jill, who tilted his head to the side nonchalantly, "I'm sorry to put you and the knights in danger, if it weren't for our recklessness, you wouldn't have suffered this loss, I'm really sorry......"

Joan of Arc sighed, and then patted Cain on the shoulder: "I understand what you want to say, but it has happened, and it is meaningless to investigate who is right and who is wrong, let go of these burdens, if you really want to be grateful, you will live in the future battle, live, and drive away the invaders." ”

"Yes, my lord, I see. Caine said with his head down.

"Alright, get up. ”