The atmosphere in Bordeaux today is much the same as before.
The original vitality was gone, and everyone had serious and serious expressions on their faces.
Just like Lyon before, it seems that as long as he is selected as the combat command headquarters, the atmosphere will gradually become serious.
Today, too, Joan of Arc, wearing a stage mask, discussed tactics with the French Caster, the Caster known as the Saint in White, and Lieutenant Bouwanaba.
With the joining of Giorgios, the saint known as Saint George, the anti-evil dragon front finally began to take shape.
There are two servants here. However, firstly, Joan of Arc is not good at offense, she is good at defense. Secondly, the French army also needs a spiritual support. It doesn’t matter what this person is. However, everyone must believe that this
People can lead everyone to victory.
Yes, like Robespierre before.
To be honest, he can be regarded as a talented person. Unfortunately, facing the huge changes in France, his ability is too weak. However, it doesn't matter. After all, most of the French army does not care whether they can
To win, it’s about [just follow the general and follow orders]. It’s best if you win, but if you lose, you can blame the commander’s incompetence with peace of mind.
Anyway, war is like this. The vast majority of people who join the army are not doing it for glory and reputation, but for food. Rather than saving the country and the world, they are more willing to live life without thinking about it.
Otherwise, just obey the order, transfer the risk to the commander, and then work as a coolie in peace.
As for the French caster, the saint in white, he must be responsible for the weapon configuration of the entire legion. As a caster, he seems to have quite superb skills. His magic level is not clear, but his ability to make props is one of the best, and he can use it with the French army.
He transformed his firearms into firearms that could cause damage to spirits, added magic power to the bullets, and created a small portable restraint array for flying dragons. These backup tasks exhausted his time, and he had no time to do anything else.
Therefore, although there are two servants here, they both have to stay in the base camp.
Before Giorgios came, he could only do some simple guerrilla work.
It's different now.
About five days ago, a dying victim was rescued outside the city. He just muttered: "Concert... No!... Stop talking!... Toulouse... Concert! No! No!"
"
Such words. I asked locals near Bordeaux and found out that someone knew him. He was a merchant from Toulouse and he came to Bordeaux several times a month to purchase.
Judging that Toulouse might be the enemy's base camp, Giorgios took the initiative to take the position of vanguard and marched towards Toulouse, the magical territory occupied by the enemy.
There are about thirty soldiers accompanying him. Because the main task this time is reconnaissance, bringing too many people may arouse the enemy's suspicion.
And, to be honest, if they were discovered, ordinary people would die if they came. Those thirty people only followed Toulouse so that they could explore the city more broadly after entering Toulouse.
In the Bordeaux base camp, Joan of Arc, the French Caster, and Second Lieutenant Bouwanaba, the three of them gathered around a map of France, discussing the details of the decisive battle.
In order not to cause too much damage to the city, they wanted to have a showdown in the wilderness. To do this, they had to first decide on a suitable battlefield for the showdown.
Considering the nature, the dense canopy of the forest can easily block the view of the flying dragon. However, it will also hinder the movement of the French army. The sea demons with superior numbers are also very scary in the forest, after all, they are everywhere.
If it were a plain, it would be even more desperate. Just looking at the boundless sea demon army would definitely make people lose their morale. There are also flying dragons in the sky attacking...
The worst place is the valley, because people get tired, but sea monsters and flying dragons don't. The former doesn't understand the feeling of tiredness, and is just a monster created by magic. The latter can fly, even on uneven ground.
, no matter how high it climbs, it makes no difference to Feilong.
No matter how you think about it, you are very disappointed.
The three of them had severe headaches.
Since there are only three servants, we are stretched thin. If we want to fight decisively, no matter how we think about it, we still lack many outstanding soldiers. Just relying on French soldiers is still not enough.
"Lord Savior! Lord Saint in White! Second Lieutenant Buwan Naba! There is good news! Great good news!"
Just when the three of them were looking gloomy, a French soldier, regardless of etiquette, came galloping in on his horse.
The temporary headquarters was a monastery, and Joan of Arc liked to bask in the light of the Lord. Therefore, when she saw someone rushing in on horseback, she felt a little uncomfortable, but then she thought about it, this would make him forget about the Lord.
Good news, it must be quite good, right? I felt relaxed.
"What's up?"
She asked in a slower tone.
"We found it! Lady Fujimaru Ritsuka who assisted us when we were in Lyon before! And her powerful entourage! Everyone is also willing to help us!"
"Very good!"
The first one to get excited was Second Lieutenant Bouwanaba, a short French officer whose face was full of excitement. He had just graduated from the military academy not long ago, and the immature air on his face had not been completely washed away.
He is not tall, and he looks like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. This kind of excitement is in line with the temperament his appearance brings to people.
In the past, everyone was confused by his appearance as a general. In fact, he was just a young boy who had just graduated and was just starting out!
"When I saw Fujimaru Ritsuka being taken away, I kept worrying, is she okay?!"
Second Lieutenant Buwanaba breathed a sigh of relief.
He was on the Lyon front at the time, so he naturally knew about the capture of Fujimaru Ritsuka.
They brought a group of capable soldiers and were so tired that they fell asleep. However, they were betrayed and kidnapped by their own people. How could this be possible? I don’t blame those soldiers. They all went to save people in the end, and no one was in the mood.
Help France.
Originally, I thought they would leave France in anger, but unexpectedly, they are still here...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shed tears of excitement.
"Ritsuka...she is fine. Thank the Lord..."
Joan of Arc also breathed a sigh of relief, clasped her hands together and prayed.
Whether it was peace of mind in terms of combat effectiveness or peace of mind that ordinary weak women could be safe and sound, Joan of Arc sincerely thanked the Lord for his gift.
When we arrived at Caster in France, the saint in white kept smiling calmly, as if he had known about it for a long time.
"Why are you still standing there! Invite her...invite them in! Now, we finally have enough people to fight against the Dragon Witch!"
Second Lieutenant Buwanaba saw that the person who was delivering the order was still here, and felt that this person really had no eyesight, so he hurriedly urged him.
The ordering soldier responded blankly and hurried back to call for help.