Only then did Artoria realize that she had underestimated the enemy before, and her opponent was not as useless as she imagined - although the mob is still a mob, her morale was unexpectedly high.

"It would be great if those charlatans were there." Seeing that his army was slightly shaken by the other party's inexplicable high morale, Artoria couldn't help but hope that she could be equipped with a battle sect in the army.

Of course, there are also alternatives to the Battlefield Clan...

"You are the best warriors! And they are just a group of mobs. The situation of the war will develop like this. What do you think?! Are you shameless?! Are you not afraid of being ridiculed by women and children after going back?!"

Artoria yelled like this, making her soldiers' eyes red. At the same time, a brutal death stunt was blessed. The Norman-Celtic coalition army was so motivated that they rushed towards the enemy with no chance of death.

In this way, after all, most of Artoria's army was regular. Although the thousands of French soldiers did not want to fight with their own people, they only worked but did not work, the overall combat power of the remaining tens of thousands of troops was still above the French.

"The two wings can be dispatched."

Seeing that the front line began to loosen again, Joan of Arc sighed indecisively. Then he issued such an order. But next to her, Lahaire couldn't help it.

"It's that queen - that black witch. If she can be killed, then the war will be won!" Lahair thought this way, and then he carried his battle axe and prepared to rush forward.

"Back! Lahaier, you are no match for her!!" Seeing his comrades running forward so impulsively, Joan of Arc couldn't help but stop him - but he didn't shout. Lahaier had already walked away and the battlefield was full of people. I don't know if he didn't hear it or pretended not to know.

"...This, Lahaire is a famous French warrior. Is he not the opponent of that woman?" On the other side of Joan of Arc, Baron Giles was a little confused - in his impression, Lahaire was definitely the most powerful warrior he had ever seen. He had seen with his own eyes that during training, Rahaire knocked down more than thirty veterans alone with bare hands, and had also seen on the battlefield that he used a battle axe to speed faster than other people's fastest swords. In any case, he could not think of a person like "Lahaire is not an opponent".

By the way, does this kind of person really exist?

Joan of Arc did not answer the Baron's question. After all, she was still the commander-in-chief of this army. She had to take the overall situation into consideration, not the lives of individuals. Even though that guy was his own friend.

That's it. Artoria soon discovered that guy in the chaos, holding a unique two-handed axe, shouting loudly, and fighting bravely. She can often deal with several soldiers alone without being at a disadvantage. Although her equipment is not as good as the Thunder Warrior, her combat power is much stronger than that of ordinary Thunder Warriors - no, it should be said that in Artoria's impression, no one in his army is his opponent.

At the same time, the guy also brought a large number of soldiers who were dressed similarly to his clothes, wearing only a single-layer chain armor shirt, and also holding heavy weapons such as long halberds, tomahawks, etc. These guys appeared on the front line and advanced little by little, like firefighters, wandering around the battlefield, filling up the battle lines that were about to collapse, and then counterattacked, followed by the next one.

It's just a small army of less than 300 people. But the combat power is really strong.

"That guy... is quite interesting." Artoria gave Lachel a "very interesting" evaluation, and then rode a horse and cut off the heads of several French soldiers who dared to attack her without any suspense. Then she rushed towards the group of French soldiers who were like commandos.

Behind Artoria, a total of one hundred fully armed soldiers, including men and horses, were wrapped in heavy plate armor, like warriors in heaven or hell, following their queen.

He completely ignored the surrounding battlefield environment. He ignored the surrounding enemies and friendly forces. This group of madmen began to charge on the battlefield of melee, and used heavy maces with barbed barbed blood to spread the sky...

The perfect army, in fact, Artoria's suspicion is not unreasonable. She had never imagined that there would be such a terrifying warrior in this world. Its unrivaled impact, invulnerable armor, and a perfect combination of attack and defense. Such a terrifying warrior... Artoria felt that if she could have ten thousand such warriors under her command, she could conquer the entire world.

But the problem is that she doesn't.

But one hundred cavalry is enough. Especially under Artoria's leadership, it is like a long sword has the sharpest blade, or a feather arrow has the sharpest arrow. The Knights of the Hundred Guards doubled their combat power under Artoria's leadership. Artoria still took the lead, and there was no general in his hand.

Seeing Artoria's knight collided with Lahaire's assault troops. Seeing Artoria's signature as dark as the armor attached to the magic pattern, Lahaire, who had already had eyes red, was immediately excited.

"Diet! You witch!!" It's not like other knights who are funny, because the other party is a woman and has a noble status, so he shows mercy. As soon as Lahair appears, he makes a ruthless move. He waves the axe in his hand with all his strength, aims it at Artoria's neck and slashes it.

Then, one percent second later, when Lahaire wanted to appreciate Artoria's head flying high, he shouted: "Queen Norman is dead!!" Such a slogan was inspiring.

However, the calculation was miscalculated.

With a "clang" sound, Lahair's axe was blocked by Artoria's shield. Although the pure steel round shield was slightly deformed due to the attack of the battle axe, neither Artoria nor the war horse under her crotch were shaken at all.

!!!!!!

Seeing that the opponent was almost certain to block the move, Rachel doubled her concentration, took back the battle axe and took a step back to block it or make another move - but the next moment, the sword light flashed. Rachel didn't even have time to react and fell down like this...

"Fortunately... there is still a breath left..." Joan of Arc sighed softly, and after watching Lachel being rescued by his own soldiers and seemingly alive, he continued to observe the battlefield: he saw that the elite French soldiers who were originally arranged on both wings, including more than 300 noble knights and entourages, had rushed out from both wings and fought with the coalition light cavalry guarding both wings.

However, Artoria did not have any strong light cavalry under her command. In Egil's order, it was strange that it did not discuss the ownership of the Hussars in the English garrison. Therefore, Artoria naturally could not recruit professional Hussars from the English garrison. In the Normandy corps, because Lufos opposed Artoria to make a decision, he did not support her. In this way, the thousand elite Hussars on the battlefield in Western Europe were no match for Artoria. She only had a small number of horse-riding militias under her command.

Artoria did not have too much expectations for these guys. Just now, Artoria thought she could directly penetrate the opponent's entire formation to defeat the opponent.

If that's the case, it doesn't matter if the wings are not very strong.

Artoria's idea was proven at this time and was wrong.

Extremely wrong.

Because all the elite soldiers in France were arranged on both wings.

However, it is useless to say that these are completely useless now. After Artoria chose to go to the battlefield and killed the enemy in person, her control over the entire army had dropped to a minimum. At the same time, her vision was limited to a certain range, and it was impossible to deal with the opponent's strategy and make timely and effective adjustments.

In this way, the two wings of the Norman Celtic coalition were broken without any suspense. In addition, the forwards who plunged into the enemy group, the coalition seemed to be surrounded by people. In terms of formation, it was in an extremely unfavorable state.

However,

"Just keep attacking forward - continue attacking and drilling through the opponent's array. This will be my victory no matter what!"

At this moment, Artoria understood that she seemed to have made some mistakes. But since she had chosen such a path, she could only go all the way to the dark next!

Even under such unfavorable conditions, Artoria still doesn't think she will fail. How is it possible? There are tens of thousands of elite soldiers under her command, and although there is a slight mistake in tactical matters, it's no big deal. Just rely on your own strength to win!!!

"Charge! Continue to charge!!!" Artoria continued to yell like this. She led her own knight guards, as well as other knights and heavy cavalry gathered over to continue moving forward. Under the unimaginable surprise gaze of Joan of Arc, she broke through an array again - Artoria turned over and dismounted, then swept across with a sword in her hands, and cut off the wooden poles of several Swiss halberd soldiers who stabbed her. Then, under the stunned gaze of those people, she took a step forward and cut off the heads of these unlucky ghosts with one sword...

Although we should have continued to charge forward next time, Artoria discovered a better goal - three extremely striking flags flying high on the hills: the red, white and blue free flag, the French irises flag, and the three angel flags, and then the thin woman standing under the flag, wearing kind, white special armor and short golden hair.

Artoria was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth curled up and showed an evil smile. Perhaps it was because it felt very visually immediacy, Artoria felt that she wanted to laugh...
Chapter completed!