The sun sets over the western mountains and the twilight is getting darker.
Under the unusually seasonal snow falling gently from the sky, Turiel Castle on the distant horizon was painted with a strange silvery white color.
The young man rode a horse and traveled quickly on the grassland covered with thin snow. Accompanying him was another young man wearing a vampire hunter costume. The brown horse he was riding was as strong as this young man.
"I must remind you, Lord Aslan." Johnny Zuster also saw Turiel Castle from a distance. At this moment, he couldn't help but speak: "Brothers Meyerson have no political stance. We and France,
Or England does not have any friendly or hostile relations, so it will not interfere in the war between them. If it is to watch the battle from a distance, I can accompany it. But due to my status and position, I cannot intervene in this battle, otherwise, my actions
It will bring an embarrassing situation to the fraternity."
"I know." Arthur replied lightly: "I didn't expect you to join the war. I came here to find Joan of Arc, not to fight the British army. It's already good that you can send me here."
Well, if your presence will cause harm to the Brotherhood, don’t follow me from here on, and just go back to the Brotherhood.”
"However, it is also my responsibility to protect Lord Aslan's safety------"
"Ha, it sounds like I really need you to protect me." Arthur chuckled disapprovingly.
Although nine hundred years have passed and the light soul is trapped in the body of this frail young boy, the King of Great Britain is still the King of Great Britain. The brave King Arthur is not afraid of anything. Compared with him, little Zust
He is just a young vampire hunter with little combat experience.
What's more, Arthur is holding his Seraph Holy Sword in his hand. Normally, no human enemies in this world can threaten him. Non-human beings, such as demons, are another matter----
--For example, vampires. But the true form of Seraph Holy Sword is specially used to hunt demons.
"I can't speak to you, Lord Aslan." Little Zuster sighed, casually lifted the hood of his cloak and put it on his head. Because the hood covered most of his face, he thought
This would allow him to keep a lower profile, at least so that his identity as a vampire hunter would not be discovered by the British or French troops so easily.
"Despite this, let me follow you to protect you. With your appearance now, the French army will not easily let you see the Saint. You need someone to introduce you."
"Whatever you want." Arthur hummed.
At the same time, inside the French army's position.
The girl looked at the fortress in the distance in a daze. This kind of cage battle has been going on for more than a month. The French army responsible for the siege has gone from being aggressive at first to being physically and mentally exhausted now, entirely because of the slow progress of the siege. In the previous
In the siege battles of several cities, the various wooden fortifications used by the British army were not considered strong. Joan of Arc's army could burn them with fire attacks and break through them head-on with fierce storm attacks. Therefore, the previous battles were almost
The road was unobstructed, and the French army scattered and routed the English bandits like a flood.
But this time the situation is completely different. Turiel Fort itself was designed to carry out long-term defensive battles. In addition, the deep and fast rivers on both sides gave the fortress a natural barrier, making it
It has become a fortress that is truly easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Joan of Arc's army could not launch a sprint to break through the unbreakable steel gate of Turiel Castle as before; nor could they quietly bypass the rivers on both sides to conduct a surprise attack.
No matter which method is used to quickly attack Turiel, the opponent will definitely be alerted first. As soon as the British troops on Turiel Fort start firing arrows to suppress it, the leading troops of the attack will suffer huge losses.
A month has passed like this. On the surface, the French army is still full of momentum, and it is believed that the French army under the leadership of Joan of Arc will definitely be able to capture Turiel. But there must be doubts in the army, and some people will begin to doubt Joan.
Germany's command. If this tug-of-war continues like this, the French army will not only be unable to break through this fortress, but will even be in danger of being defeated.
Once the people's hearts are shaken, it will become even more difficult for the French army to regain the territory and drive the British bandits out of France.
Realizing this, the girl knew that if she didn't do anything, the situation would become one-sided.
Something had to be done. But, what could she do?
Just when the girl was confused about the next strategy and fell into deep thought, a knight behind her came over and said: "My Lady, the Duke of Alençon is asking for an audience."
"The Duke is here?" Joan of Arc turned her head and looked at the blond knight behind her with a little surprise: "Why did you let the Duke of Alençon come to such a dangerous battlefield?"
"The Duke insisted on coming to inspect." The blond knight said: "The battle has lasted for so long. He thought that the Holy Lady had encountered some obstacles in the siege, so he wanted to personally inquire about the situation here."
"Oh, of course." A sudden indifference appeared on the girl's face that could not be noticed by others: "The soldiers and supplies for this war were provided by the Duke of Alencon. It is natural for him to worry about his [investment] suffering losses.
things."
"Then...how should I tell him? Should I just let him see the situation on the battlefield?"
"No need, Demes. Just ask the Duke of Alençon to come over and I will talk to him personally." The girl said, "I have a plan to lead our army to victory and win this difficult situation."
The Turiel Fortress cannot be captured. But this method is very risky. I want to let you know first that this is part of my plan and not a strategic disadvantage. You just need to act according to the plan and there is no need to waver.
There’s no need to panic.”
"But, Holy Lady...?"
"I will lead you to win this battle. Believe me. If anyone here will suffer sacrifice, it is only me. I am enough." There was no trace of emotion on the girl's face;
Just like her nickname, she is made of steel and is unyielding.
"I feel relieved when I hear you say that." An old man appeared on the viewing platform: "Do you have any plans, Lady Saint?"
"The Duke of Alençon." The girl turned to look at the old man: "I need shields. Large shields that can cover the whole body of a person. Lots and lots of them, the number... at least a hundred."
"Okay. Your army should be ready tomorrow morning." Duke Alençon nodded.
"That won't work. It has to be tonight." The girl looked at the sky in the distance: "There will be a storm coming tonight, which is the best time for us to take down Turiel. We will definitely miss the opportunity tonight."
The Duke of Alençon frowned, but he quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, if a rougher wooden shield can be used, it will be ready for you before seven o'clock tonight."
"Then, let's wait for the good news from you, Your Majesty the Duke." The girl nodded and said, "Just wait and see. When the sun rises tomorrow, Turiel Castle will be in our possession. Orleans will be completely
Liberation, this is also the most important step for us to drive the British army out of France."
"I'm waiting for your good news, Madam Saint." The Duke of Alençon nodded slightly, saluted, and retreated.
"My Lady Saint..." The knight named Demes looked at the girl with a worried look.
"I can handle it." The girl was not worried.
The night is getting darker and darker, and the appointed time is approaching. Just as Joan of Arc predicted, a storm began to blow tonight, and the dark clouds covered the moonlight. The sound of the wind around the fortress was like the roar of wild beasts, which was particularly sad.
In this atmosphere, which felt like the world was about to be destroyed, the girl led a hundred people out of the battle.
The Iron Maiden held a sword in one hand and a military flag in the other, standing directly in front of the team.
Behind her were a group of soldiers holding huge wooden shields. The wooden shields were originally not strong and were improvised from various large wooden boards. But the most powerful bows and arrows that can be fired in this world are just iron arrows.
That's all, this kind of wooden shield is more than enough to resist bows and arrows.
"Listen, British army!" The girl leading the team at the front shouted with the loudest voice: "Tonight, the French army will capture the Fort Toulier that you occupy! All this time, you have ravaged our motherland and destroyed it with war.
Our home. But your evil deeds will stop here!
The French people's tolerance for you has come to an end! We gave you a month to repent and realize your mistakes, but you chose to resist stubbornly and were unwilling to give up this false city until the last moment. Since
In this way, all that awaits you is destruction!
This is both human resentment and divine wrath! God is going to use my hands to bring destruction to you, so just accept the destruction obediently!
"
"What on earth is that madwoman talking about?" On the wall of Turiel Castle, the English commander was looking at the girl from a distance, listening to her speech as if she were watching a play. However, this group of arrogant British people could not agree with the girl.
If so, even though they have been defeated steadily by the French army in recent months, they now even have to stay in the Turiel Fort to survive.
The British believe that their King Henry VI is the legitimate successor of France. If this view is incorrect, the war started by the British army will become an unjust war of aggression. England will never admit that it is the aggressor.
, no matter what form the facts are presented to them.
"I've had enough of that madwoman's crazy words." The commander hummed: "Fire the arrows! The catapult is also ready! If she is really the person she said she was sent by God to destroy us,
Then she must have a way to survive the rain of arrows, right? Who is God favoring and who represents justice? We will find out after a battle!"
As a result, the British troops on the city wall set up their bows and arrows, aiming their arrows at the French troops on the stone bridge directly in front of the castle, aiming at Joan of Arc!