In the Constance estate.

Lothar was staring at the jumping candlelight in a daze, muttering, "What hellish difficulty is this?" ”

Question: In 1453, Constantine XI of Byzantium, Song Huaizong in the arms of Lu Xiufu in the Battle of Yashan, was besieged by the Dashun army in the capital, and Emperor Chongzhen was standing under the crooked neck tree of the coal mountain.

Which one has more hope of turning around.

Answer: It's hopeless, wait for death.

That's how Lothar is feeling right now.

Constantinople was surrounded by the sea on three sides, and only one of the walls of Theodosius faced the enemy.

At only 5.5 kilometers long, the walls of Theodosius were three fortified and were arguably the strongest castles in the entire Middle Ages.

This meant that only a small number of defenders were needed to hold Constantinople, a metropolis with a population of more than one million at its peak.

But being surrounded by the sea on three sides also meant that if the Golden Horn was broken through by the Ottoman fleet, Constantinople would fall sooner or later, even without the Cannons of Urban.

His family knows his own affairs, he is far from being a military genius, and when he encounters an enemy, he often shouts "rush with me", and he is done with the opposite side in a formation.

Most of the reason for his successes is due to Frigila's mastery of group night vision - of course, he can do it now, but not long enough.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open.

Jeanne put on a light and breathable linen shirt and tied her long blonde curls with a headband, and her slender figure looked full of vitality.

Because she had just taken a shower, she still had a few droplets of water on her body that had not been wiped clean.

"My lord, Pranya has gone to take a bath, and I'll watch you for her for a while."

Look for a while

Lothar felt a little anxious to complain in her heart.

But he could only say, "Well, okay." ”

Jeanne asked, "My lord, I see that your face is a little ugly, is there anything bothering you?" ”

"Jeanne, if you were Constantine XI in 1453, would you be able to save Byzantium?"

Jeanne shook her head decisively: "My lord, why are you entangled in such a meaningless thing? When the Ottomans attacked Constantinople, the entire Constantinople garrison had only a few thousand men, while the Ottoman army had 180,000. ”

"You think so too."

Lothar was convinced.

Jeanne pondered for a moment and replied, "Constantine XI was not a dumb monarch, on the contrary, he should be the only remaining fig leaf for the royal family of Valloorio, and it is not necessarily better than him to be someone else." ”

"Moreover, in 1453 the Ottoman army was already in the city, and there was no time to ask for foreign help."

"Indeed."

Lothar sighed lightly, who wants to get the highest reward, and who wants to take only the second item.

The Hundred Years' War, since Charles VII can win in history, he will lose if he has no reason, right? In this way, being able to get a five-star template is already a sure thing.

He's now level ten, which means he's getting twenty extra stat points, and he'll get more and more upgrades in the future.

Wait a minute!

Something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked, "In your world, did Eastern Rome also fall in 1453?" ”

Jeanne said with a look of surprise: "Of course, it is recorded in the history books that on this day, on the top of Hagia Sophia, the conqueror who rode the dragon flew in, that was the monarch of the Ottomans, riding a three-headed black dragon, and the top of each of its heads, between the sinuous horns of the dragon, were wearing a delicate crown, and the last emperor took out the bow and crossbow that shot the dragon, and it was difficult to penetrate its solid scale armor. ”

Lothar's face showed a "I know" expression.

If the simulated battle given by the system refers to the history of the world of "Yesterday's Giant Ship", he may not be able to do better than Charles VII.

Jeanne was still pondering Lothar's previous question: "If it was in its heyday, I would probably be able to shoot down the black dragon ridden by the conqueror with a holy spear, but now I definitely can't." ”

"Okay, let's put aside my previous question. Tell me how you led your army to defeat the English and the Burgundians. ”

"Hmm—where does this start?"

Jeanne had a headache for a while.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but it was a long time ago, and sometimes, I can only recall some fragments when I look through the historical materials."

Lothar frowned, "Does this have something to do with your experience in Rouen City?" ”

"Perhaps."

Jeanne sighed lightly: "Rebirth from the fire is no different from dying once." ”

"I'm sorry for bringing up memories that made you feel uncomfortable."

Jeanne shook her head and said, "It's okay, it's already an old thing sealed in the pile of old papers, even in the Holy Church Knights, only a small number of people know about this legend." ”

She said with some self-deprecation: "After all, no one would believe that in the eyes of the French, Joan of Arc, who has been deified, will be such an image as me." ”

Lothar was convinced.

But he still said: "What they think has nothing to do with what you want to live your life with." ”

"yes, that's what I think."

A bright smile appeared on Jeanne's face, as if the loneliness and seriousness of Fang Cai were all pretended by her: "To be able to see beautiful girls every day and drink sweet wine is a lifelong pursuit." ”

"It's a pure and simple wish."

Lothar couldn't laugh or cry.

It is no wonder that the knights of the Holy Church could not believe that Jeanne was Joan of Arc, and if it were him, he would not believe it.

"Miss Pranya is done."

Jeanne was suddenly a little surprised: "It's really fast, I think Miss Pranya must be too worried about your safety, indeed, I'm good at killing, but not good at protecting people." ”

The door was pushed open.

Prajna wiped her long wet black hair with a white towel, and her eyes were cold, but she didn't deny it.

"I'm leaving."

Jeanna raised her hand: "My lord, and Miss Pranya, I wish you a good dream." ”

Pranya bowed to her slightly, "Thank you." ”

Listening to Jeanne's footsteps in the distance, she hesitated and asked Lothar, "Are you going to sleep?" ”

Lothar shook her head: "Wait a while, Fryne, if she comes back from the shower and finds that we have turned off the lights and didn't wait for her, I'm afraid I'll lose my temper." ”

Praruo frowned slightly: "You spoil her too much." ”

Lothar smiled awkwardly.

When Fringira walked into the house with a brisk step, changed into a new white dressing gown, and blew out the lights with anticipation.

"Come on, my lord, I've been looking forward to today's story for a long time."

She lay down on the bed opposite Lothar, wrapped in a small quilt and a happy expression.

Lothar began to tell the story of the song of winter and summer.

In fact, he no longer needs to sleep every day now, because his mental power is far beyond ordinary people, as long as his body is well rested, he can go without sleep for several days in a row.

Long.

Fringira closed her eyes and let out a well-proportioned breathing sound.

Lothar and Prajna looked at each other, said goodnight to each other, and closed their eyes one after the other.

And Lothar, naturally, is not ready to sleep.

Instead, I plan to experience a simulated war, the script of the Hundred Years' War.