A loud female voice suddenly came from the periphery of the battlefield, followed by the rumble of galloping horses.

The silver banner in the sun shines with divine light, and the female knight with the flag spear shines brightly, like the Valkyrie of Norse mythology, and pierces the bloody battlefield with her thousands of horses!

Joan of Arc, the head of the Knights of the Self-Defense of Orleans...... Come to the rescue!" Riding on a galloping horse, Joan of Arc waved his flag gun and picked off the British soldiers who did not react one by one. The attention of the British army was almost attracted by the Knights of the Guards trapped in the Beast Fight, and it was not until the galloping sound of the war horses approached behind them that they gradually reacted.

In the face of such an enemy, if the people of the Self-Defense Knights could not seize the opportunity, then Versailles would not have been liberated by them.

"Open a passage for our reinforcements!" roared the warriors of the Order, drawing their weapons and passing past the British, like farmers harvesting ripe wheat, and the British troops behind the encirclement fell one after another in such an onslaught, cutting a wound in the already sturdy encirclement.

It was hard to imagine that this was the momentum that four thousand cavalry could achieve, but it didn't matter what happened to the knights of the guards in the circle, because they once again had hope of survival.

"Captain Cain, we have been saved!" Cain's side, the guard who had been holding the will to die shouted excitedly, the armor on his body was full of traces of destruction, and there was even bright red blood flowing out in some places, even so, he still shed tears of excitement after hearing Joan of Arc's words.

"I heard, I heard, I heard them......" Cain said incoherently, as the Knight Captain of the Guard, he was originally the calmest of all of them, but at this point, Cain couldn't contain the excitement in his heart.

This iron-like man danced on the bloody battlefield and was almost attacked by the British army behind him. After coming to his senses, Cain grabbed the British stabbing axe, split the barrel of the gun in two with his sword, and then stabbed half of the spear in his hand into the chest of the attacker.

Although he was on the verge of losing his strength, the Captain of the Guards was always the Captain of the Guards, not to mention that the sudden reinforcements injected new vitality into him, causing the flame of hope that he had given up to burn again.

Who wants to die on the battlefield if they can live?

"Brothers, unleash all your strength, reinforcements have arrived, break through this last blockade, and we will survive!" Cain roared in a heartless manner, and then took the lead in the direction of Joan of Arc's attack.

"To stay alive, charge!" said more than 2,000 knights, howling madly, rushing into the British line, squeezing the last of their strength out of their bodies and slashing at the enemy's head, who were now like real beasts, fighting to the death with their wounds on the attacked hunters.

Originally, the British army was about to complete the siege of the Guards Knights, but Joan of Arc's appearance was like a stone thrown into the lake, breaking all the original situation.

In the desperate attack of the men and horses on both sides, this gap deliberately left by the British army finally became a real gap, and the moment the knights with different equipment met, there was irrepressible excitement in each other's eyes.

"Where's your chief, let him come to me!" Jeanne d'Arc asked, brandishing his spear to keep the British troops out of range, and then asked the knights of the Guards who had just rushed out.

"Joan of Arc, I am their leader, and I'm sorry I can't dismount to greet you. Cain drove his horse out of the crowd and slammed his right fist into his blood-stained chestplate, gasping for breath.

"Now is not the time to say this, Captain Cain, listen to me, and now you must leave here with your men and go around the gate on the other side and enter Versailles. Joan of Arc said, having made her men go around to the rear of the Knights of the Guards, "We will buy you time to retreat, hurry up, or we will all die here when all the British troops come out." ”

In normal times, Joan of Arc would have chosen to join up with the Guards and leave, but the current situation simply does not allow her to do so. These people who had just crawled out of the pile of dead people did not have much strength, and even their war horses were exhausted to the extreme, and at this time someone had to be the queen, and this work could only be undertaken by the Knights of Self-Defense led by Joan of Arc......

"Something like that...... I'm so sorry. Cain said with his head bowed, a look of shame on his face covered in visor. Knights have always regarded honor as their life, and running away on the battlefield is a matter of betraying honor, especially if someone else is his own queen.

But Cain no longer has the courage to refuse, he has already lost nearly half of his brothers, and he can't let the rest of them lose their lives casually.

After a short silence, Cain shouted to the Guards Knights behind him: "Knights of the Guards, listen to the order, now go to the main gate of Versailles at once, as fast as possible!"

After saying that, he took the lead in riding and ran over.

No one responded, no one rebutted, the Guards Knights just silently followed behind the Commander, at such times, grinding and grinding would only put Joan of Arc's people in danger, and the only thing they could do was to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible, so as not to drag down the Knights of Self-Defense.

More than 2,000 people quickly withdrew from the warband, and the pressure on Joan's men and horses suddenly increased a lot, but fortunately, the enemy team basically had no cavalry, and it was difficult to form an effective encirclement in the face of the self-defense knights coming and going.

"When are we going to start retreating, Lord Joan of Arc?" asked Joan of Arc's side, brandishing a war hammer, the captain of the sixth detachment and the best at raiding of all the detachments.

Half of the 4,000 cavalry led by the rescue station came from the sixth detachment, in order to be able to retreat smoothly after the rescue was completed. Now that Caine's people have been evacuated, the next thing to consider is their own safety.

"Robert, find a way to attract the enemy's attention, we can't leave yet, don't forget that there is another half of our men in the city who is deep in the enemy camp, if we leave too soon, the British army at the city gate will soon come back to help, and Gil's situation will become very dangerous. ”

"It's a terrible situation. Robert twisted his neck, turned and smashed the enemy's head with his war hammer, many of the British were killed in their raid, and even so, the terrible number was still not substantially reduced, "This is not going to work, we will be held back by them like Cain." ”

Looking at the British troops pouring out of the city gate, Robert said with a frown.

"So we had to get moving, but I didn't know exactly what to do. Joan of Arc stopped the attack on the British and raised her spear high, showing her men the way forward. This is a rather dangerous move, which is tantamount to exposing one's position to the longbowman on the other side, and in a large area of arrows, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be injured, even if he has the protection of God's armed forces.

"Leave it to me, and I'll point you in the right direction. Robert nodded heavily. Unlike Joan of Arc, who was good at frontal combat, Robert's Sixth Detachment was a good at raiding and detours, so he had barely suffered any damage in the previous battles, but it also made him feel uncomfortable inside.

Now, it's finally time for Team 6 to contribute!

After a brief judgment of the terrain, Robert said to Joan of Arc beside him, "Lord Joan of Arc, please follow me with your flag gun in a moment, we are going to play the game of the hunter and the good fox." ”

"What are hunters and good foxes?" and although he didn't understand what Robert meant, Joan of Arc did as he said. As soon as the flag gun of "My Lord Protection" moved, the remaining soldiers of the Self-Defense Knights followed her on horseback, like a snake encountering an obstacle on its way, and the team of thousands of people suddenly reversed their formation and ran in the other direction at a high speed.

"What the hell are these guys doing?" the British commander stood at the head of the city, looking at what was happening in front of him.

"Leave that alone, let the longbowmen prepare and fire the arrows in the direction they're heading!" the other commander ordered.

Thousands of feathered arrows were fired at the knights who were marching around the British army, but at this moment, the silver flag spear with the words "Our Lord Blessing" suddenly turned, and everyone immediately launched a charge in the direction of the British army.

The direction of the feathered arrows was where the knights were supposed to be, and their sudden change of direction staggered with the attacking feathered arrows, except for some of the feathered arrows that were off track and shot into the camp of the knights, the others shot into the ground in the distance......

"Damn, how can this be?" the commander at the head of the city shouted angrily when he saw this. He was too far away from the Knights to see the spear that Joan of Arc used to command, which is why Robert dared to use this method of combat.

Only the most resourceful fox wears down the patience of the hunter in a roundabout way, and the more impatient the hunter, the more he will make a mistake in such a situation. For the hunter, making a mistake is a mistake, and for the prey, making a mistake is an opportunity.

A good fox can seize this opportunity and live......

"The hunters have been fooled by us, foxes, it's time to bite back. Looking at the arrows that fell far behind him, Robert raised the war hammer in his hand, "Joan of Arc, absolutely remember one thing, as a fox, you must always be cautious, even if it bites, it can't hurt too much......"

Without Robert's explanation, Joan of Arc understood what he meant: "Bite and run away, as foxes we will always be more sensitive than hunters, and wounds will make hunters more irritable, and the more irritable they are, the better the situation will be for us." ”