The city is broken!

In a very short time, news of truth or falsehood spread throughout the city, and everyone was running wildly, shouting:

"The West Gate has been breached! The Britishmen have entered the city!"

"Lord Aramis died in battle!

"Marshal Ledigier was also killed in battle, and the Simon was completely broken. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Simon is still resisting, come with me!

"Why is it that only Lord Aramis is fighting, and the other two?"

"The royal family has run away, so let's all run away. ”

......

When the news reached the north gate, it immediately caused chaos.

Some people ran around like headless flies, some fell to their knees and wailed, and some began to curse.

Many others gave up the battle and wanted to escape from the walls and rush to the city, and a violent conflict broke out between them and the court-martials.

"The city is all broken! The British won't attack us here, we still have a fart here! Let us go back quickly!"

"Those are all rumors! Everyone is a soldier, you must obey orders, the generals are discussing countermeasures, everyone should not mess around!"

"Everyone, rush with me! They are just a few people, our family is in the city, and whoever stops us now is our enemy!"

"Don't be impulsive! My wife and children are also in the city, and I am as anxious as you, but only by driving the British back can we really protect our family!"

"Don't listen to him, the British are so strong, they can't go back, everyone rush with me." ”

......

In the end, the weak resistance was broken through, and most of the people were scattered.

There was also chaos in the Huotou camp.

Everywhere there was a scatter of debris and running figures: some people rushed out of the door with a bag of flour on their backs, some took off their military uniforms and changed into ordinary clothes and sneaked away, and still others swaggered out through the gate in groups.

No one came to reprimand or restrain him, and even the big fat man in charge of the battalion ran out of the door with two boxes and disappeared.

Zhang Ang didn't rush to escape, he ran to the warehouse where the grain was stored first, and frantically incorporated the ring to sweep away the large amount of grain and materials that had not been transported there.

Then he went up to the city wall, and the British attacked only for half a day, and then they all retreated, presumably to the west gate.

So there were almost no people on the walls, only corpses that had not yet been carried down, and a few poor wounded lying in pools of blood wailing and gasping.

After a while, Zhang Ang found his target, it was d'Artagnan, who was lying under a section of battlements, covered in blood, and the corpses of several Brits.

Zhang Ang hurriedly leaned up, shook him gently, and called, "Lord d'Artagnan, are you okay?"

D'Artagnan, however, did not react. Zhang Ang didn't give up, and reached out to test his snort and pulse, although it was very weak, but fortunately, there was still it.

He hurriedly tried to carry d'Artagnan on his back, but found that it was a bit heavy, so he stripped off all the tattered armor on D'Artagnan's body, and then carried a bandaged, bloody d'Artagnan towards his hut.

There was chaos everywhere along the way, full of shouting, roaring, crying and running crowds.

It was easy to carry d'Artagnan home, and then upstairs and gently put him on the bed.

Zhang Ang took out all kinds of wound medicines from the ring, including the Xiao Huan Dan that was not used up last time, the potions that d'Artagnan gave to Sophie, and the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill that he got from his new lottery, Tianxiang Intermittent Cream.

Zhang Ang didn't care whether these drugs were symptomatic or not, and all of them were used on d'Artagnan.

After feeding him some more water, d'Artagnan's breath calmed down, and his pulse grew a little stronger.

After working for most of the day, Zhang Ang was about to go out to find Miss Sophie, and d'Artagnan woke up.

Seeing that he was struggling to sit up, Zhang Ang hurriedly went up to stop him, forced him to lie down, and comforted: "You are very injured now and need to rest, rest assured, it is safe here." Now you have a good rest, take care of your injuries, and when your strength is restored, you are going to kill the British. Now it's very chaotic in the city, and you can't help when you go out, I'll go out first to find out the news, and you can recuperate here with peace of mind. ”

D'Artagnan gave up struggling, but tears blurred his eyes, his voice was soft, hoarse, but with infinite grief: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too weak, my gun can't save everyone, and I can't save France......"

From the Arc de Triomphe to the Place de la Concorde behind, it was a mess full of people.

Some of them were the defeated soldiers who had retreated from the West Gate, some were reinforcements from other gates, some were civilians who had volunteered to help, and some of the remaining officers, the generals were trying to organize them for a counteroffensive.

However, it was too chaotic, some wanted to retreat, some wanted to go home, some wanted to resist, some wanted to defend the palace, some wanted to counterattack the West Gate......

Huge groups of people were huddled together in a mess, and no matter how the officers and generals organized, they could not unite.

At this moment, a brilliant flame slowly rose, condensing into a huge flame rose in mid-air.

This miraculous sight shocked countless people below, everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at the sky, everyone knew what it meant, and everyone's hearts were full of excited expectations.

That's the Divine Spear Martial Saint!

In the Flame Rose's wrap was a knight in white armor, who slowly removed the mask from her head, revealing a glamorous, yet resolute and heroic face, and long golden hair.

This turned out to be a Valkyrie, a female Sharpshooter Warrior that has never appeared in the history of France!

The Valkyrie in mid-air spoke, she raised the snow-white spear in her hand, and shouted loudly, her voice, her will resounded throughout the city:

"I'm Joan of Arc Darke, I'm the French Sharpshooter! I'm never known, I'm never visible. But! Now, I'm going to lead you! I'm going to lead you to get rid of the British! I'm going to use my spear to lead you to save France!"

Light blooms in the darkness, and hope comes to the place of despair.

The whole square, the whole city, was boiling, and everyone was shouting her name:

"Joan of Arc!" "Joan of Arc!" "Joan of Arc!" ......

The surging tide formed in an instant, and everyone clenched their weapons, following the flame rose that bloomed in mid-air, and swept towards the west gate of Paris.

Night began to fall.

Zhang Ang did not join the crazy wave that swept the whole city, but just performed light skills and headed straight towards the Rose Sword Academy.

High on a hill.

The cardinal patriarch rubbed the scepter in his hand, smiled at the wave that swept everything down the mountain, and issued an order to the rows of papal knights standing silently behind him: "Since the Holy Maiden has already begun, let's take action on our side." ”