Artoria then realized that she had underestimated the enemy before, and that the opponent was not the waste wood she imagined - although the rabble was still a rabble. But morale was unexpectedly high.

"If only those gods were here. Seeing that her own army was slightly shaken by the inexplicably high morale of the other side, Artoria couldn't help but hope that her army would have a field order in the army.

Of course, there are not without alternatives to the Battlefield Order......

"You're the best fighters! and they're just a mob. That's how the battle goes. What kind of words are you going to be ashamed of?! Aren't you afraid that you will be laughed at by women and children when you go back?!"

Artoria yelled like this, causing her soldiers' eyes to turn red. At the same time, a death brutality stunt blessing. The morale of the Norman-Celtic coalition was like a rainbow, and they rushed towards the enemy with shouts and shouts.

That's it, after all, the vast majority of Artoria's army is a regular army, although the thousands of French soldiers don't want to fight with their own people, and only work without help, but the overall combat strength of the remaining tens of thousands of troops is still above the French.

"The wings, it's time to go out. ”

Seeing that the front line began to loosen again, Joan of Arc sighed imperceptibly. After that, such an order was given. And next to her, Lahair couldn't help it.

"It's the queen—the black witch, if we can kill her, then the war will be won!" Lahel thought for a moment, and then took his battle axe and prepared to rush forward.

"Come back, Lahair, you're no match for her!!" Seeing her comrades running forward so impulsively, Joan of Arc couldn't help but stop - but before she could stop, Lahair had already walked away from the battlefield and the crowd was buzzing, and I don't know if he didn't hear it, or if he heard it and pretended not to know.

“...... This, Lahaire is a famous warrior in France. Isn't he the woman's opponent?" On Joan of Arc's side, Baron Gilles was a little incomprehensible—he had the impression that Lahair was definitely the most powerful warrior he had ever seen, and he had seen it with his own eyes, and he had seen it alone in training with more than thirty veterans with his bare hands, and he had seen him use a tomahawk faster than someone else's fast sword on the battlefield. In any case, he could not think of such a person as "Lahail is not an opponent".

Does such a person really exist?

Joan of Arc did not answer the baron's question. After all, she is still the commander-in-chief of this army. Look out for the big picture, not the lives of individuals. Even though that guy is his own friend.

That's it. Artoria soon spotted the creature in the midst of the chaos, armed with a distinctive two-handed axe, shouting loudly and fighting bravely. It is often possible to deal with several soldiers in one person without falling behind. Although the equipment on his body is not as good as that of the Thunderbolt Warrior. But his combat effectiveness is much stronger than that of ordinary Thunderbolt warriors - no, it should be said that Artoria has the impression that no one in his own army is his opponent.

At the same time, the guy also carried a large number of soldiers who were dressed similarly to him, only wearing a single-layer chain armor, and also holding heavy weapons such as halberds and battle axes. These guys appeared on the front line, advancing little by little, like firefighters, roaming around the battlefield, filling up the lines that were about to collapse here and there, and then counterattacking, followed by the next.

It's just a small force of less than three hundred men. But the combat effectiveness is really strong.

"That guy...... It's interesting. Artoria gave Lahair such an "interesting" assessment, and then rode her horse and without any suspense beheaded several French soldiers who dared to attack her. Then he rushed towards the group of commandos-like French soldiers.

Behind Artoria, a hundred knights of the Guard, armed and armed in heavy plate armor, like warriors in heaven and hell, followed their queen.

Completely oblivious to the surrounding battlefield environment. Ignoring the enemies and allies around them, the madmen began to charge through the melee, raining down blood with their heavy maces with barbs in their hands......

Perfect class, in fact, Artoria's suspicions are not unreasonable. She had never imagined that there would be such terrifying warriors in this world. Unrivalled impact, invulnerable armor, the perfect combination of attack and defense. Such a terrifying warrior...... Artoria felt that if she had 10,000 of these warriors under her command, she would be able to conquer the entire world.

The problem was that she didn't.

But a hundred rides are enough. Especially under Artoria's leadership, it is as if a longsword has the sharpest blade, or a feathered arrow has the sharpest arrow. The knights of the Hundred Guards were multiplied by Artoria's leadership. Artoria is still in the lead, and there is no one in her hands.

Artoria's knights were seen colliding with Lahaire's assault troops. Seeing Artoria's signature black, demonic armor, Lahel, who had already killed the red-eyed Lahel, became excited.

"Suffer death, you witch!!" is not at all like other knights who have funny heads, because the other party has a female surname, and he is also noble. As soon as Lahair appeared, he was ruthless, and with all his strength, he swung the axe in his hand, aimed at Artoria's neck and slashed at it.

Then, after a hundredth of a second, Laher's head flew high in the air when he wanted to admire Artoria, while shouting, "Queen Norman is dead!!"

However, miscalculated.

With a thud, Lahel's axe was blocked by Artoria's shield. Although the pure steel round shield was slightly deformed by the attack of the battle axe, neither Artoria nor the war horse under her crotch were shaken by this. ！！！！！

Seeing that his near-certain move made the opponent easily block, Lahair redoubled his focus, retracted his tomahawk and stepped back to block or make another move—but the next moment the sword flashed. Lahair didn't even have time to react, and just fell down......

"It's okay...... There is still one breath left......" Joan of Arc sighed softly, and after watching Lahair be desperately saved by his own soldiers, and seemed to be alive, he continued to observe the battlefield: he saw that the French elite who were originally arranged on the two wings, including more than 300 noble knights and servants, had rushed out from the two wings. Engage the allied light cavalry on both flanks.

Artoria, however, did not have any strong light cavalry - it was very strange that Egil's command did not mention the question of the hussars belonging to the English garrison. Therefore, Artoria naturally could not recruit professional hussars from the English garrison. In the Normandy Legion, Luforth did not support Artoria because she was opposed to her decision-making. In this way, the thousand elite hussars in the Western European battlefield have no chance with Artoria. She had only a small number of horseback militia under her command.

Artoria didn't expect much from these guys. Just now, Artoria thought that she could directly chisel through the opponent's entire formation and defeat the opponent.

If that's the case, then it doesn't matter if the flanks aren't very sturdy.

Artoria's idea was proved wrong at this time.

Extremely wrong.

Because all the elite soldiers of France were arranged on the two wings.

However, it was useless to say that now - after Artoria chose to kill the enemy herself, her control over the entire army had been reduced to a minimum. At the same time, the field of vision is also limited to a certain range, and it is impossible to cope with the opponent's strategy and make timely and effective adjustments.

In this way, the two flanks of the Norman-Celtic coalition were broken without any suspense. Coupled with the forwards who rushed headlong into the enemy group, the coalition forces seemed to be surrounded by people. In an extremely disadvantageous state in terms of formation.

however

"Just keep on striking forward - keep assaulting, scuttle through the other side's array. It's my victory anyway!"

At this moment, Artoria understood how many pages she seemed to have made some mistakes. But since such a path has been chosen, then the next road can only go to the dark!

Even under such unfavorable conditions, Artoria did not believe that she would fail. How could it be - he still has tens of thousands of elite soldiers under his command, although there is a slight mistake in tactics. But it's not a big deal. Just rely on your own strength to win!!

"Charge!" continues to charge!! Artoria continued to yell. He led his own knightly guard, as well as a number of other knights and heavy cavalry who had gathered together, and continued to move forward. Under the gaze of Joan of Arc's unimaginable amazement, she broke through an array again—only to see Artoria turn over and dismount, and then with a sweep of her sword in both hands, she slashed the halberds of several Swiss halberders who stabbed her, and then stepped forward under the stunned gaze of those men, and shaved off the heads of these unfortunate men with a single sword......

Although the next thing should have been to continue to charge. But Artoria found a better target—three unusually striking flags flying high on the hills: the red, white, and blue Banner of Liberty, the French fleur-de-lis banner, and the Three Angels banner, and then the thin woman with short blond hair standing under that banner, dressed in a kind white special armor.

Artoria was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth turned up into a wicked smile. Maybe it's because of the immediacy of the sight, Artoria feels like laughing......

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