Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 834 Encounter
Disappointment, endless disappointment.

What else do the nobles in France want to do!
The two major parties in the country, the Duke of Orleans and the Duke of Burgundy, because of their own conflicts, the Duke of Burgundy chose to ally with England.

A large piece of territory in northern France was easily occupied. He thought he could control the hungry wolf of England?In the end, they were just broken one by one.

Orleans was besieged by the coalition forces of Burgundy and England. Those nobles who don't know the so-called are still holding back. Do they really want to bury the whole of France!
The handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair and silver armor thought helplessly, the long sword in his left hand was stained with blood, there were enemies as well as his own.

The sound of thunder sounded, and the majestic heavy rain fell from the sky, washing away the blood on the armor and long sword.

In less than a week, the coalition forces of England and Burgundy besieged Orleans. To be precise, they only fought once before they were forced to the point of being trapped.

In terms of military strength, the difference between the two is not that big, but if the current situation is not protected by the city wall, I am afraid that they have completely retreated.

Now he is not in Orleans, but on his way to Chinon, where the Dauphin is.

Before the start of the war, when he learned that a batch of abundant supplies from England was about to arrive, Count Dunoy, the commander in charge of guarding Orleans, immediately decided to stop the supplies.

The English army has a slight advantage, and this batch of supplies is mainly crossbows, cannons, and shells. Once they reach their disadvantage, they will be even more serious.

The Earl of Dunoy personally attacked, as well as the elite soldiers led by Stuart, an ally from Scotland, and the Earl of Clement was responsible for the backup.

More than 4000 men, half of the defenders of Orleans, should have won the victory in one fell swoop, but it turned out to be a key battle in the siege of Orleans.

Young people have always known that the nobles do not obey management, especially the big nobles, and even the orders of the commander-in-chief of the entire army sometimes disobey, only taking into account their own interests.

He thought that at such a critical juncture, the people of France should work together to fight against the enemy, but the facts told him that he was naive.

There were more than [-] carts of supplies, and less than one-third of them were in charge. The Earl of Dunoy personally led the cavalry, and Stuart led the elite infantry, disrupting the opponent's rhythm.

But a mutation happened, and there were nearly a hundred special soldiers hidden among them. It was almost impossible to die without cutting off their heads, and they were stronger and faster than elite soldiers.

There are also brave generals who are strong enough to resist the Earl of Dunoy, making the raid difficult, but after all, their numbers have an absolute advantage, and as long as the backup keeps up, the outcome can be decided in one fell swoop.

As a result... Earl Clement, who was in charge of backup, retreated, and retreated at a critical moment!
The soldiers who made the raid had already fallen into the encirclement net of the English troops, lost their backup, and their morale was constantly declining. Sooner or later they would be captured.

Count Dunoy led his troops to break out despite being injured. Although he succeeded, he himself passed out, and the remaining troops had to be divided into several parts to break out.

He still remembered Stuart, the Celtic young man who had communicated with him before the battle, who was in charge of the rear with his elite guards for the sake of saving more people.

The brilliant flames, the flames that blocked the pursuit for a while, the elite soldiers of more than [-] people, including himself, all survived, and all the reasons... those nobles.

The heavy armor fell on the ground. In this kind of weather, the armor has become a burden instead. It is better to throw it away. His family property can be remade at any time.

France still has a chance, the high walls of Orleans are enough to put any siege army in trouble, and as long as reinforcements can arrive in time, they can be saved after all.

But his heart is dead, is there really a chance?
Now that France has sunk, with the behavior of those nobles holding back, even if the number of troops is doubled, can it really win?
The young man has been in the army for more than a year, and he can be regarded as a young general by virtue of his outstanding personal ability. Because of this, he was disappointed after the Battle of Orleans.

Footsteps came from behind, not steady, the footsteps of many people mixed together, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, maybe it's not bad to be buried here like this.

It's been more than a day since that battle, and I didn't expect that there were still people chasing him. Maybe he was treated as a big fish, or let him die brilliantly in the end.

In the torrential rain, more than a dozen figures approached with abnormal postures, and the pupils of the youths could not help constricting even after fighting once.

Each of the dozen or so figures has a mutilated body, palms, shoulders, and only legs are complete, with a chaotic look in their eyes, as if they have no personal consciousness.

"Come on, inhuman thing, I, Gilles Dries, fight here!" Maybe he had thought everything through, the young man laughed heartily.

The cold light flickered in the rain, and the young man named Giles exploded with all his remaining physical strength. Since he chose death, he should be even brighter.

The blade of the sword cut into the neck of a ghoul, as if he didn't feel it, the sharp claws grabbed Gilles.

Once there was an experience, he would not be careless. Veins appeared on his arm, and his pale head fell to the ground. With all his strength, even another ghoul beside him had an arm cut off.

“Really hard enough”

Giles smiled pantingly. If it wasn't too difficult to kill a dozen undead people in his heyday, it would be considered good if he can display three-point strength now.

"Come on, let me see what strength you have!" The loud roar, it was because of their appearance that they entangled the cavalry.

The cold light flashed again, and another head fell to the ground.

Under the pressure of Giles, the little physical strength kept blooming with brilliance, and the undead figures fell to the ground one by one without their heads, and his movements became slower and slower.

"Is this the end?"

Sighing regretfully, there were still five figures in front of Giles, and the lightning illuminated the sky, allowing Giles to see their pale and unhuman faces, it should be said that they were not human in the first place.

His palms were trembling, and the blood mixed with the rain fell on the ground. Just holding the sword made him feel unbearable.

The figure was approaching him, and the death of his companion did not change at all, which made Giles entertainingly think in his heart, maybe they crawled out of the grave.

His eyes closed slightly, and he didn't even have the strength to raise the long sword for the final blow.

The icy rain washes over the body, death has not come, and there seems to be a warmth in the air.

When he opened his tired eyes again, a holy figure shone in his eyes, and the ruby-like long sword fluttered magnificently.

(End of this chapter)