Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1895: Iron Maiden (13)
Chapter 1895 Iron Maiden (thirteen)
Sunset west of the mountains, twilight deepens.
Under the unusually seasonal snow that fell gently from the sky, Tullel Fort on the distant horizon was smeared with a strange silvery white.
The teenager rode a horse and galloped across the snow-covered grassland. Accompanying him was another young man in a vampire hunter costume, riding a brown horse as strong as this young man.
"I have to remind you, Lord Aslan." Johnny Zuster also saw Turrell from a distance, and at this moment he couldn't help but say, "Brother Myerson has no political stance. We There is no friendly or hostile relationship with France or England, so I will not interfere in the war between them. If I am watching the battle from a distance, I can accompany me. But as I stand, I cannot intervene in this battle, otherwise, My actions would be an embarrassing situation for the Brotherhood."
"I know." Arthur replied lightly, "I didn't expect you to fight. I'm here to find Joan of Arc, not to fight the British. You can send me here if you can. It's already good, if your presence will harm the Brotherhood, don't follow from here, just go back to the Brotherhood."
"However, it is also my responsibility to protect the safety of Lord Aslan------"
"Ha, it sounds like I really need your protection." Arthur chuckled disapprovingly.
Although the spirit of light has been trapped in the body of this frail young man after nine hundred years, the king of Great Britain is still the king of Great Britain, and the brave and skilled King Arthur is not afraid of everything. Compared to him, little Zust is just a young vampire hunter, and he doesn't even have much combat experience.
Not to mention, Arthur has his Seraph sword in his hand. Normally, there is no human enemy in this world that can threaten him. Outsiders, such as demons, are another matter—such as vampires. But the true form of the Seraph Sacred Sword is specially used to hunt down demons.
"I can't tell you, Lord Aslan." Little Zust sighed, and lifted the hood of his cloak and buckled it on his head. Because the hood covered most of his face, he thought it would make him a little more low-key, at least it wouldn't be so easy for the British or French to see through his identity as a vampire hunter.
"Nevertheless, let me **** you by your side. The way you are now, the French army will not let you meet the Saintess easily. You need someone to introduce you."
"Whatever you want," Arthur hummed.
Meanwhile, inside the French positions.
The girl stared at the distant fort 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 been physically and mentally exhausted from the initial aggressiveness to the present, which is entirely due to the slow progress of the siege. In the previous siege battles of several cities, the various wooden fortifications used by the British army were not strong enough. The battle was almost unimpeded, and the French army smashed the English bandit army like a flood.
But this time it's completely different. Turrell Fort itself was designed for long-term defensive battles, and with the deep rivers on both sides with rapid rapids, this fort has its own natural barrier, making it truly easy to defend and difficult to attack. fortress.
Joan of Arc's forces could not dash past the impregnable steel gates of Tollier Castle as they had done in the past; nor could they silently circumnavigate the canals on either side for a surprise attack.
No matter which method is used to quickly attack Turiel, it will definitely alert the opponent first. As soon as the British army above Turrell Fort began to shoot arrows to suppress it, the leading troops of the attack would suffer huge losses.
A month has passed. The French army was still imposing on the surface, thinking that the French army would be able to take Turiel under the leadership of Joan of Arc. But there must be voices of doubt in the army, and some people will begin to doubt Joan of Arc's command. If this tug of war drags on like this, the French army will not only be unable to break through this fortress, but may even be in danger of being defeated.
And once people's hearts are shaken, it will become more difficult for the French army to regain its territory and drive the British bandit army out of France.
Recognizing this, the girl knows that if she doesn't do anything, the situation will become one-sided.
Something must be done. But what can she do?
Just when the girl was confused about the next strategy and fell into deep thought, a knight came over behind her and ordered: "Sir Saintess, the Duke of Alençon asks to see you."
"The Duke is here?" Joan of Arc turned to look at the blond knight behind him 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 been going on for so long, he thought that there was some blockage in the siege of the Holy Maiden, so he wanted to personally check the situation here. ."
"Oh, of course." There was a sudden indifference on the girl's face that others could not detect: "The soldiers and supplies for this war were all provided by the Duke of Alençon, and he was worried that his [investment] would suffer losses. , is also a matter of course."
"Then...how should I tell him? Should I let him see the situation on the battlefield?"
"No need, Demes. Just let the Duke of Alençon come over, and I will talk to him personally." The girl said, "I have a plan to lead our army to victory. Down this invincible fortress of Turiel. But it's a very risky method, and I want to let you know that this is part of my plan and not a strategic disadvantage. You just need to follow the plan, Don't be shaken, don't panic."
"But, Lady Saint...?"
"I'll lead you to win this battle. Trust me. If anyone here will suffer, it's just me. I'll be enough." Her face, just like her nickname, was made of steel, and she was determined and unyielding.
"I am relieved to 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 her eyes to the old man: "I need a shield. It can cover the whole body, a large shield. There are many, many, number...at least a hundred or more. ."
"Yes. It should be ready for your army tomorrow morning." The Duke of 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 tonight, and it will be the best time for us to take down Turiel. Definitely miss tonight."
The Duke of Alençon frowned, but he quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, if a rougher wooden shield can work, it will be ready for you by seven tonight."
"Then, let's wait for the good news from you, Lord Duke." The girl also nodded: "Wait and see. When the sun rises tomorrow, Turiel Fort will be ours. Orleans It will be completely liberated, and this is also the most important step we will take to drive the British out of France."
"I'm waiting for your good news, Lady Saint." The Duke of Alençon nodded slightly, saluted, and stepped back.
"My Lady..." The knight named Demes looked at the girl with a worried expression.
"I can handle it." The girl was not worried.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the appointed time is approaching. As predicted by Joan of Arc, a storm began to blow this evening, and the dark clouds covered the moonlight.
In this atmosphere like the world is going to be destroyed, the girl led a hundred people into battle.
The Iron Maiden holds a sword in one hand and a flag in the other, standing at the front of the line.
Behind her are a group of soldiers with huge wooden shields in their hands. The wooden shield was not strong at first, and was made of various large wooden boards temporarily. But the most powerful bows and arrows that can be fired in this world are nothing but iron arrows, and this kind of wooden shield is more than enough to resist bows and arrows.
"British army listen!" The girl who led the team at the front shouted with the loudest voice: "Tonight, the French army will capture the castle of Turiel, which you occupied! All along, you have ravaged our country, Destroy our homeland with war. But your wickedness will end here!
The patience of the French people towards you has come to an end! We gave you one month to repent and recognize your mistakes, but you chose to resist and were unwilling to give up this false city until the last moment. That being the case, all that awaits you is destruction!
This is human resentment, but also the wrath of God! God wants to use my hand to bring destruction to you, so accept the destruction obediently!
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"What the **** is that crazy woman talking about?" The commander of the city walls of Turrell Fort ~IndoMTL.com~England was watching the girl from a distance, listening to her speech as if she were watching a play. However, it is impossible for this group of conceited British people to agree with the girl, even if they have been beaten by the French army in recent months, and now they even have to stay in this Tullel Fort to survive.
The British believed that their king, Henry VI, was the heir to French orthodoxy. If this view itself is incorrect, the war started by the British army will become an unjust war of aggression. England would never admit to being an aggressor, no matter what form the facts took before their eyes.
"I've had enough of that mad woman's madness." The commander hummed, "Send arrows! Catapults are also ready! If she really is what she said, God sent us to destroy us. She must have a way to survive in the rain of arrows, right? Who is God helping, and who represents justice, we will find out after a battle!"
As a result, the British troops on the city wall set up bows and arrows, and aimed their arrows at the French army on the stone bridge in front of the castle, and at Joan of Arc!
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