In a very short time, news of the war spread throughout the city, and throughout France with the arrival of one herald knight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The beautiful city of Paris has been transformed into a war machine in motion.

The front of the blacksmith shop was crowded with people, the clanging of irons was incessant, and the red fire continued all night.

Horse markets, leather shops, and even lumber mills were lined up with people waving golden tickets and shopping frantically.

The scarred veteran carefully wiped the weapon in his hand, wiped off the butter, and sharpened the blade.

The resolute-looking young man took out the armor that had been treasured for a long time, wiped the dust, and polished it brightly.

An excited young man travels around the city with money, buying horses and weapons.

The soft and gentle women silently sorted out their bags, put in wound medicine, dry food, water bags, clothes...... and blessings.

The big nobles gathered their subordinates, and the minor nobles were ready to go alone.

More civilians gathered in front of the recruitment point, shouting slogans such as "Defend France" and "Defend the homeland" and so on.

After eight years, war once again befell France, but this time it was not to go out to fight and expand the territory, but to suffer invasion and defend the country.

Night falls.

The small tavern was brightly lit and full of people, and I don't know how much more lively than usual.

Everyone was talking loudly about the war, and the air was filled with the blood and pride of the men.

Zhang Ang and Albert also sat opposite each other in the tavern.

Albert, who has always been optimistic and cheerful, now has a little worry on his face: "Alas, this battle is not easy to fight, I really don't know how many people will die in the end." ”

Zhang Ang was a little puzzled: "Isn't this England very strong? Doesn't it mean that there are only three big countries, and we in France are also big countries." ”

"You don't understand this, it's true that our France is one of the three major countries in continental Europe, but the strength of the three countries also has changes and gaps, and now England is the strongest, Germany is second, and our France is actually the weakest. Seven years ago, we went on an expedition to Spain, how weak Spain was at that time, the throne was vacant, several heirs were in a mess, we didn't pick up the cheap, but we were defeated and lost, one legion was gone, and several others were also seriously injured, and it was not easy to recover in the past few years. This battle, alas......" Albert sighed.

"Then why on earth did England fight us, and even if they won, they would have won badly. Zhang Ang was a little puzzled.

"We in France and England are feuding, big and small for hundreds of years, I don't know how many wars we have fought. This England is an island nation, and there is not a day going by that it does not want to gain a foothold on the mainland. And we in France are the closest country to him and the most fertile land. Every time they accumulate enough strength, there will inevitably be a war between our two countries. Moreover, this generation of England produced a protector named Cromwell, who suppressed the rebellion internally, conquered Ireland, and completely unified the British Isles, with great military achievements, known as the god of war. In addition to the fact that he is in power, wantonly excludes dissidents, and blackmails the royal family to order the princes, he is the de facto ruler of England, and he is ambitious, and he has been reorganizing his armaments all these years, in order to conquer the continent and establish immortal feats. This battle is difficult...... Albert looked very pessimistic.

"But I think everyone is very scrappy, not so pessimistic. Zhang Ang pointed to the people in the hall who were chatting and laughing enthusiastically.

"That's because they don't know the news, do you think the Musket team has been catching spies all these years, isn't it to cover up the emptiness of our military power, and we are not ready? But this news must not have been hidden, otherwise England would not have been in such a hurry, and it would have been called after the autumn harvest. Albert's voice was a little muffled.

"Don't be pessimistic, isn't there still three spear martial saints in the musket team, so it won't let France destroy the country. Zhang Ang comforted.

"We have a sharpshooter martial saint, don't you have a martial saint in England when they are them? They have the famous Knights of the Round Table, and there are several martial saints in it, but I don't know if they dare to send it out. Albert continued.

"What do you mean, this war, so dare not send it out?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"You don't understand this, it starts eighteen years ago, when King Arthur, the lord of the Knights of the Round Table, pacified the Quartet by force and ruled England. His swordsmanship was earth-shattering, and he was invincible all over Britain at that time, known as the first sword in the world, and was respected as the sword saint, and he led the entire knight order to the east, preparing to conquer the mainland. As a result, I don't know why, I got into trouble with the Holy See, and the crown of St. Paul, who had just ascended the papal throne, had a decisive battle in the English Channel, a big battle, a few days and nights. Eventually, under the unparalleled iron fist of the Pope, the myth of the sword of victory of the Juggernaut was shattered, and he was forced to go into hiding, and swore that the Knights of the Round Table would never set foot on the mainland again. Therefore, in terms of the number of martial saints, it should be my French advantage. Albert said.

"Isn't that our high-end force stronger than theirs, what are we afraid of?" Zhang Ang didn't understand.

"Fighting a war is not won by one or two more martial saints, a martial saint, rushing into the battlefield, with his own strength, how many can he kill, five hundred, or one thousand? The strong people at the martial saint level are also human beings, and they will also be tired, they will lose their strength, they will also be injured, and they will also die in battle! It is impossible to decide the victory of a war, and it may be possible to have some advantages in small-scale battles and conflicts, but this cannot change the overall situation, and it is those ordinary warriors and ordinary soldiers who really decide the victory. And we are completely at a disadvantage in these. Albert was still a little pessimistic.

"This is not necessarily, it is not uncommon in history to defeat the strong with the weak, and it is not uncommon in history to defeat the enemy, and we are fighting at home, and we all have the blood to defend the country, if there is a good commander, it is also possible to defeat the English invaders. Zhang Ang said his understanding.

"Hehe, good commander? We don't have any good commanders in France now, a few generalissimos: Duke Billund, a big straw bale, a muscular body, quite strong, but no brains, only know how to do brute force. Duke Leddigiel has some ability, and his ability to train troops is good, but that's all. Marquis of Tyrenne, I haven't seen him do anything serious except for scandals with other noble ladies. Villar, the only civilian from a civilian background, has fought a few good battles, but he doesn't have a big picture, and he is at the level of commanding skirmishes. Not to mention His Majesty the Emperor, he is proficient in painting, jewelry, and concerts, but fighting, as can be seen from the one eight years ago, is really difficult for him. Albert commented on the past one by one, without any respect.

"According to what you said, we are doomed? France is about to be destroyed?" Zhang Ang couldn't believe it.

"Not necessarily, unless...... Well...... Alas, forget it, this is simply impossible...... Anyway, if the English army did come to Paris, I would die on the walls. Albert drank the wine on the table, with a firmness on his face that Zhang Ang had never seen before.