Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 851
The "Holy Maiden" returned to the Sanlu Fortress, and Dinoir said respectfully in front of Joan of Arc, the contempt and rudeness of the initial meeting had long since disappeared in his eyes.

To capture the Sanlu Fortress in such a short period of time, even with the help of another person, there is nothing to say. After all, the sage was found before the battle started. If I really want to say it, it can only show that the other party has foresight If it were him, the attacking time would be doubled at the fastest.

"I have worked so hard from Orleans to help the Comte du Noir, but there is another matter for you at the moment."

"After the rest of the troops are finished, please ask the Earl of Dunoy to return to the city of Orleans with this batch of reinforcements, and inform the whole city of the disappearance of the Sanlu Fortress after it was liberated, so as to boost morale. The fortress will only leave the original batch enough."

"The gate of the fortress is broken, and there are still a lot of small strongholds around. Is it too risky to rely solely on the subordinates brought by the saint?" Frowning, Dinoit asked puzzled.

Dinoir would definitely reprimand him without hesitation for the suggestion of other nobles.

Bringing the news back to Orleans can certainly boost morale, but only one squad is enough, and the transfer of the entire army is tantamount to putting Sanlu Fortress in danger.

Successfully captured Sanlu Fortress, if it was a conventional battle, the siege of Orleans was equivalent to lifting half, and the rest only needed to fight steadily, the probability of failure was not high.

But this is not an ordinary battle. England still has special troops, not to mention that there are still a lot of strongholds around the Sanlu Fortress, and it will take some manpower and time to clean it up.

The gate of Sanlu Fortress was destroyed again, even if it was temporarily repaired, it would not be as powerful as before. Jeanne's current subordinate, Dinoir, was not optimistic.

"After the Earl leaves, the troops in the fortress will also be dispatched to clean up the surrounding strongholds, and no troops will be left behind," Joan of Arc said calmly, looking at Dinoir.

"...to lure the enemy..." Dinoir was not stupid. On the contrary, as the commander of an army, he was very experienced in this area. If the fortress was empty, the English invaders might come back to counterattack.

"Saint, don't forget that army from England. Even if you succeed in luring the enemy, the current army alone will hardly pose too much threat. Maybe it will be really defeated."

"It's just to wait for that army to come. Instead of worrying about when the opponent will appear on the battlefield, it's better to create opportunities for them to appear." Turning around, Jeanne said firmly.

At night, the sparsely manned Sanlu Fortress was waiting for the opponent's attack.

The Dead Apostles would not show up on the battlefield blatantly, which would be tantamount to exposing themselves to the church, and they would feel that it was more possible to do something at night.

"Please let me stay and fight together." The flames in his eyes were burning, and Dinoir had waited for revenge countless times.

Although I don't know why Joan of Arc is sure that the team will go to attack Sanlu Fortress, and it seems to have absolute confidence, but what happened before, and the firmness in Joan's words, made Dunoy subconsciously choose to believe.

"No one will stay in the fortress except me and Xiaoyou. This is also necessary to lure them. Please also ask the earl to return to Orleans with reinforcements."

The city was empty, and Joan of Arc was alone on the wall. As long as the English were not stupid, they would know that there was a problem. The possibility of sending that team in the dark was not low.

Her intuition told her that the other party would definitely come.

"...yes" with an unwilling expression on his face, the team that defeated him so badly really wanted to fight again to avenge his former subordinates.

After repairing for several hours, the mixed light and heavy cavalry led by Dunoy set foot on the road back to Orleans again. The sound of horseshoes disappeared faintly, leaving a cloud of smoke in the air.

Not long after, Bertrand, Gilles, and Demes also led the remaining soldiers to go out to attack the surrounding small strongholds, and were ordered to bring three days of dry food, and they were forbidden to return during this period. Some seriously wounded soldiers were also escorted back to the rear.

You Feng and Joan of Arc were left in Nuo Da's fortress, sitting leisurely on the wall of the fortress.

"Does Xiaoyou think that the army of the dead will come?" Sitting next to Youfeng, Joan said with a little fatigue. It is normal for her to go to the battlefield for the first time, and it is normal for her to be uncomfortable after a busy day.

"Joan of Arc feels that it will come, so it will come~" Youfeng said relaxedly, shaking her legs casually.

In his memory, Joan's ability has a strange ability of revelation, and it is difficult to express the ability to choose the most correct path for the achievement of the goal.

Anyway, she probably will come when she said she will come, right?
"They will come, but..." Joan frowned, how should I put it, it seems that strange things will happen, very weird things...

"It's good to be here, by the way, they found something good in Sanlu Fortress today." As long as it's not an ancestor-level guy, it should be fine normally.

Thinking of what he saw during the day, You Feng floated down, and after a while, he brought up a long and thin box and placed it in front of Joan of Arc.

"This is..." Aura of iron and blood came out through the box, Joan of Arc asked in surprise.

Open the slender box, the white battle flag is wrapped inside, and there is still a little bloody smell in the simplicity, although it has not been unfolded, but you can see it directly, and you can faintly see the red color of blood on the edge of the battle flag. It was the source of the bloody smell.

Leaving the long black box, the bloody white battle flag fluttered in the wind, even the peaceful Joan of Arc could not help but ignite a fighting spirit.

"Iris banner? Something different"

The pitch-black slender flagpole of nearly three meters, the white battle flag stained with blood, and the fleur-de-lis flag embroidered in the center, but it seemed a little different from the flags Joan of Arc had seen before.

"It seems to be the royal battle flag of the era of King Philip II of France 200 years ago. Later, it was defeated and became the trophy of Richard the Lionheart. It was given to the Duke of Burgundy as a token of friendship, but it was snatched by us before it was used."

Looking at the battle flag, Youfeng was also admiring, this has been promoted to the level of a heroic treasure, right?

Philip II can also be regarded as one of the most outstanding kings in French history. He was born in the same era as Richard the Lionheart of England, Frederick of the Holy Roman Empire and Saladin.

All three are famous emperors who have left behind legends in history, and Philip II is even more outstanding, and it can be said that he ruled the roost for an era.

When he was born, the royal family was in decline, and the land that could be effectively controlled was less than one-fifteenth of the whole of France. It can be said that it was in a worse state than it is now.

Because of his birth, the decline of the dynasty was avoided, and France took the first step towards centralization.

By the way, the other three people are all dead, he is still alive calmly, and he is alive quite well, when Richard the Lionheart and Frederick's successor die, he is still not dead...

During Philip II's period, France fought countless battles, and the flag became a symbol.

Only when he lost in the last battle with the Lionheart King and was attacked by multiple enemies at the same time, the battle flag became the Lionheart King's trophy.

After that the Lionheart signed a five-year truce with Philip II, and then... he died.

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