I am a master, I have the final say

The leading man glanced at the situation on the battlefield. On one side was a three-man fight, and on the other, the British cavalry of a thousand troops was divided into two groups, and they were surrounded by another British cavalry. What the hell is this?!

I don’t know which talent P is from...In other words, who has the resources of Wanhua Jing, I kind of want to play...

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The chicken is tired...oh no, it should be Gil*de*ray to be correct!

As a man loyal to the French royal family, Gildley is one of the most famous generals of this era. Not only is he brave, but he is also very thoughtful. He once served as a senior commander of the army and participated in and directed operations against the British army. During this period, he was appointed Marshal of France.

It can be said that in the French military, there are very few generals with higher status than him.

Of course, this is not to say that Gildray is a French military hawk with less than 10,000 people. In fact, in medieval Europe, military power has always been in the hands of the royal family and nobles, even if it is a marshal or The highest commander on the battlefield is nothing more than a wage earner after all...In official history, after the death of Joan, it was Gildray who really led the French to defeat the British army. However, even with such credit, he was waiting for him. Among the ranks up and down, he was only the lowest baron, which shows how the royal family and aristocracy centralized power in medieval Europe.

Although this world is the history of the white moon, it is very different from the official history, but there is no new trick in this respect, otherwise, an important general like Gildley would not be burdened with such a thing that is almost tantamount to death. Orders, brought a mere thousand cavalry to fight for this British garrison.

However, it is precisely because he has not many soldiers and horses that he was able to rush to this place in the fastest time. If he travels at the normal speed of the troops and detours so far, it will take at least three days later. .

When I first arrived on the battlefield, the current situation made Gildley a little bewildered. With his six months of experience as the commander-in-chief of the army, I really can’t understand how the fight came like this... It's not chess!

Of course, after all, he has half a year of experience in the commander-in-chief of the army, and he quickly judged that the blond braided girl who was waving a flag to fight one enemy and two was the target of Joan of Arc that he needed to cooperate with this time. The few 300 cavalrymen, although wearing British armor, are undoubtedly French.

Although he still couldn't understand, the two girls who fought against Joan were sacred, and they could hit the sky with ice and snow with a single flick, and they could hit the sky and the earth with a single punch. If the British army was full of such characters , Where do they have any hope of winning in France?But he does not prevent him from analyzing the battlefield.

"What a noble sentiment it is to dismiss the soldiers under him!" Gildley suddenly admired his heart after the battle situation was ascertained. These years, no matter whether it is a noble or a general, the superiors cherish their lives extremely. Not to mention that after breaking up for the soldiers underneath, he didn't even dare to take any risks. He didn't target one or two people, but everyone else.

But Joan, for the sake of the three hundred cavalry under his hand, was alone in resisting the attack of the enemy's two powerful generals alone with the noble commander, and fighting on the front line. This was not something that anyone he knew could do.

"When I went to battle, I was arrogant when I retreated. It is exactly the same as the legend. Maybe only someone like her can save France..." Gildley looked at the battlefield with admiration, then raised his hands. Long sword, roared, "Masters, charge with me!"

"Oh!!!"

Gildrey deserves to be the most prestigious general of the French military. Even in such a dangerous situation, with his order, the soldiers did not complain, and slammed forward.

The Yunkong Pavilion located on the city wall naturally saw the cavalry smashed from the side, and he was immediately annoyed, but when he was about to order the adjutant to lead his troops to meet him, he found that the side door of the garrison was wide open, and one of the troops had been lightning. He rushed out like a fire, and the person in the lead had a flaming red hair.

"Qing Tristan..."

Yunkong Pavilion was taken aback for a moment, then showed a relaxed smile.

He naturally knew that the leader of the enemy’s new force was Gildley. He would never despise this man who left a strong mark in the Hundred Years War between Britain and France, but Tristan is one of the Knights of the Round Table. It's also not a good-looking opponent... Maybe Gildley is superior in terms of military abilities, but in terms of individual combat power, how can humans compare to heroic spirits!

Tristan led his troops to intercept, Yunkong Pavilion was completely relieved, and next time he focused his attention on the battlefield directly in front of the city gate, the battle between Joan of Arc and the two clever girls.

After receiving the inheritance of Tinder, Joan is equivalent to withstanding the tempering of time and space. He already possesses the body of a saint, and the strength of his physical body alone has reached the highest level of fierceness, and this is only the initial stage, plus the protection of divine power, the two The clever girl can no longer injure her as easily as before.

However, it is difficult for Joan to win, because although she is free on the defensive end, she is not very strong on the offensive end, and her two opponents are completely fierce, still not of the same magnitude.

This is also helpless. Let alone Joan, even if they are as strong as Sakyamuni and Jehovah, they are not immediately promoted to the position of new gods after receiving the inheritance of fire, but after countless years of cultivation and understanding. In the end it will become a big road.

The situation of Joan of Arc is much better than them. The inheritance that others get is only the fire scattered between the sky and the earth. After the washing of time, it is no longer as pure and huge as the original, and the white city projected by the fire is just a phantom. , Without consciousness and soul, even unable to communicate and touch, everything can only be realized by themselves.However, the fire that Joan received was disseminated by Baicheng himself, and what he received was the purest power and knowledge, which was able to instantly shape the body of a saint.

However, it is impossible to reach the sky with this step.

The reason why Baicheng chose to watch was to let her get used to this kind of power as soon as possible. It was because her starting point was too high that she needed more experience in actual combat. Only actual combat can improve her strength the fastest.

It is true that Joan cannot ascend to the sky in one step, but now she can ascend to the sky in a rocket.

But then again...

"These two puppets are really strong. They are driven by the sage's stone, and the energy is almost inexhaustible. They also have the magical icing ability and collapse ability, which seem to be independent of the sage's stone. Did you eat the devil fruit?"

Baicheng sat in the air with Erlang's legs up and observing the battle between the two sides. Although the system shielded him a lot of information about the player, the doll does not belong to the player. From his perspective, he can still accurately judge the nature of the two dolls. Yes, and in his opinion, the strength of these two dolls is almost no less than the frenzied Hercules.

"And what's so special, isn't this Iruri and day and night?!"

Baicheng didn't know how the player got these two real hands, and because of the addition of some unique things, their strength is far stronger than the body. The only pity is that their self-consciousness is too weak. This makes them never reach the realm of reason, and can only stop at the madness threshold.

However, this kind of strength is very suitable for training Joan. With their attack power, it is difficult to cause fatal trauma to Joan. At the same time, it can bring tremendous pressure to Joan and help stimulate her potential.

"Kill...rescue our saint!"

On the battlefield, the shouts of the cavalry were deafening.

That was the three hundred cavalry led by Joan. Originally, after Joan personally broke them, they had already ran out of the battlefield, but when they found that their saint was still on the battlefield, they immediately killed them again. Already encircled by the enemy, Gildley's new force was also blocked by Tristan and could not be rescued in time.

Although they still have Joan's BUFF, after all, there is a huge gap in numbers, and they don't have the slightest advantage in battle.

Yunkong Pavilion felt that they were obstacles and wanted to get rid of them. Baicheng also felt that this group of cavalry had become a burden.

"Oh, so the peasant soldiers..."

Baicheng sighed helplessly. He didn't look down on the peasant soldiers, but this kind of army that only relies on blood to fight can really not become a big climate. After losing the backbone of Joan of Arc, they can no longer maintain it. With a calm mind, it is also difficult to maintain a basic formation. He can only see what is in front of him, and then he swears his blood.

And most importantly, this is meaningless behavior.

If it is a regular army, as long as she obeys Joan's order to retreat to a safe range, Joan will have no worries, anyway, under her own protection, she wants to go easily.

And now, as some people in the cavalry dies one after another, Joan's emotions are also affected, and she can no longer fight with peace of mind.

"It's an opportunity!"

After all, Yunkong Pavilion is a master. He immediately noticed the instability of Joan's spirit as soon as he intuitively focused on the movements of Joan. …At this time, he has seen through the strength of Joan of Arc. If he adds himself, he has the confidence to kill Joan completely with the power of three people.

Suddenly the situation of the battle became precarious, and Joan's heart became more and more anxious.

"Hey, there's no way, let's change."

At this moment, Baicheng's voice rang in Joan's ears. The next moment she felt her consciousness was suppressed, and she gradually lost control of her body. At the same time, she could clearly feel that she was very powerful. Infused into his body...

"Broken Diamond Power!"

The black-haired clever girl noticed that her opponent's movements had suddenly become stiff, and she immediately slapped her head straight against Joan of Arc. With this full blow, even the space was cracked.

However, Joan only glanced at her faintly, his left hand circumvented her attack in an incredible trajectory, five fingers clasped her wrist, and said with a sense of excitement: "Okay, let's go to sleep first."

Wow!

In the next moment, the black-haired girl was lifted off and hit the wall a hundred meters away.

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boom!!!

With the violent impact, even the heavy city wall seemed to be swaying slightly. The British soldiers guarding the city wall looked down subconsciously, only to find that half of the black-haired girl had fallen into the wall. , And then these soldiers looked at each other one after another, and it was vaguely visible that there was a look of horror in the eyes of their companions.

They were shocked by the strength of Joan of Arc, but with just one wave of their hand, they threw people out 100 meters and fell into the city wall. How terrifying is that woman named Joan? Is such a power really human?At the same time, they were also shocked by the strength of the black girl's body. If they were changed to another person, such a strong impact would have long been torn to pieces, but this girl did not even shed blood, and was also not as strong as a human.

In contrast...Can their walls still hold on?