Chapter 122 Joan of Arc

You're really rude.

Lothar looked at the other person up and down.

Obviously, this is a military commander-type talent like the "instructor" mentioned by Hans. All attributes are relatively average, and the career positioning of "commander" is very appropriate.

If Jeanne had been present during the previous battle with the Saracens, the outcome of this war might have been rewritten.

"grown ups!"

Hans, armed with an armed sword, rushed straight into the tent, eyeing the uninvited guest with vigilance.

The powerful aura coming from the other party made him feel as if he was seeing a natural enemy.

Lothar said quickly: "Hans, don't be nervous, this is a new colleague."

Jeanne raised her head, revealing her white chin: "So, three colleagues, why don't you introduce yourself to me first?"

"Don't worry, everyone, I will not be prejudiced against you just because you are dark creatures."

The atmosphere was a bit solemn, but Prajna, who had always been taciturn, was the first to speak: "I am Prajna, a ghost clan from the East Kingdom, hell, the general guarding the Guimen Pass."

Jeanne smiled and said: "It's really official - I am Jeanne Darc, a Gaul, the Grand Master of the Knights of the Holy Church. You can also call me Joan of Arc."

Joan of Arc?

Is it a nickname?

Lothar was slightly startled.

Hans glanced at Fringilla and saw that she had not spoken for a long time, then he continued: "I have long admired your name, Grand Commander Jeanne, I once served in the Teutonic Knights, and now I am the commander of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem. You Just call me Hans."

Jeanne nodded slightly: "It turned out to be a little werewolf. I asked you why you didn't want to have your clan emblem tattooed on your forehead like those wolves in the Two Sicilies - then, Commander Hans, I am very happy to do so. Work with you.”

Hans was a little flattered, with a disdainful smile on his face: "I...I'm very happy too."

This worthless guy!

I bought you off with just a kind word?

Fringilla was secretly annoyed.

Jeanne looked at Fringilla who was hiding behind Lothar, with a smile in her tone: "Vampire of the Tepesh family over there, don't you have anything to say?"

Fringilla hid behind Lothar and murmured in a low voice: "What do I have to say to you? You are an executioner with blood on your hands. I feel unlucky when I see you."

Lothar was a little surprised: "Do you know Ms. Jeanne?"

"Of course, she is a lunatic, the top powerhouse of the Holy Church. Although we at the Blood Royal Court don't care much about the small force of the Holy Church, she is an exception."

Fringilla said with some lingering fear: "I once witnessed her killing my brother before."

"Ah this."

Lothar looked a little solemn.

It doesn't matter if the subordinates don't get along with each other. This has become a blood feud, and problems will definitely arise.

Fringilla hurriedly said: "But don't worry, sir, my relationship with my brothers is not that harmonious. I will not think about revenge for him."

Jeanne smiled and said: "She is a little girl who knows the current affairs. Sir, you must take good care of her. In her, I feel the purest royal bloodline. If it gets out of control,"

Lothar nodded and said, "Don't worry, I know the severity."

Although he didn't know the past experience of the shining knight in front of him, he still knew Fringilla very well and knew her great potential in the setting.

If she were really allowed to suck blood and prey on humans, she would probably transform into a blood demon in a short time.

Although she would be stronger that way, Lothar still prefers the little girl now.

Jeanne said: "By the way, where are we now?"

She fanned herself: "This terrible weather, stuffy and hot, reminds me of the days when I chased the Black Knight in the Iberian desert. Do you have any wine?"

Lothar nodded and said, "Yes."

Jeanne smiled and said: "Please bring me a bottle of iced water. In addition, please explain to me the current situation and the basic overview of the world."

Lothar fetched a bottle of wine: "Sorry, only room temperature. This is Kaleborg in the Kingdom of Jerusalem."

He briefly described the current situation.

Jeanne suddenly said: "It turns out that it was an era similar to the Crusades. It was really a long time ago. Sir, can you take me to see the knights under your command?"

"certainly."

Jeanne put down the empty bottle of wine, and in just a short moment, she had already downed a whole bottle of wine, just using it as a drink.

Lothar stood up and glanced at Fringilla and Prajna, with a little exploration in their eyes.

The former immediately shook his head and said: "I won't go. As you know, sir, I hate the sun the most."

It’s not the sun that you hate, right?

Hans lowered his head and muttered secretly.

There was a hint of joy in my heart, haha, the domineering young lady has finally been punished. This feeling is really refreshing!

General Prajna has such a good temper, I wish I had six stars.

Prajna remained silent, just silently following Lothar.

Jeanna looked at Prajna, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, and she said with some emotion: "You are a heavy-armed iron guard, right? You are really competent. If I had a heavy-armed iron guard by my side, maybe Nor will he be captured by the Knights of the Golden Fleece of Burgundy.”

Prajna was stunned for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask, just nodded slightly: "You are exaggerating."

There was a hint of surprise on Lothar's face.

If he hadn't realized who this "saint" was at first, after Jeanne said these words, he was almost 100% sure that the prototype of Jeanne, the shining knight, was the one who fought in the Hundred Years War. , the hero of France, was sold to the British Joan of Arc by "Philip the Good" of Burgundy for a high price of 10,000 gold coins!

"Are you really Jeanne d'Arc?"

Jeanne looked at Lothar and asked: "Isn't it obvious enough? I never thought of hiding this matter. After all, I was once more or less a loyal minister, right?"

"How did you survive?"

Lothar was curious about what the setting behind her was.

Jeanne smiled and said: "This is a secret, sir. As your servant, I should also have my own privacy, right?"

Lothar didn't force it anymore.

Perhaps as the relationship between the two becomes closer, Jeanne will tell him without him asking.

A group of people walked in the military camp.

The Crusaders gathered together in twos and threes and chatted. The drinks brought by Kaleborg were very limited. They gathered in the shade and could hear complaints from their mouths from time to time.

Jeanne wondered: "These people don't seem to understand why the king wants to make a truce with Saladin."

Lothar explained: "Not fighting in the war not only means not having to lose one's life, but it also means not having any spoils and not being able to get the salvation promised by the priests."

Jeanne suddenly realized: "I knew that these damn gangsters always lied to believers - and you will know when they actually fight. No redemption is as important as survival."

The Crusaders hoped to fight a big battle. They did not know the balance of power between the enemy and ourselves, and they would not consider the deeper reasons.

But Baldwin IV didn’t want to fight Saladin!

Because the Crusaders marching north, equivalent to almost two-thirds of the strength of Jerusalem, were all delayed by the enemy in the quagmire of the northern battlefield.

The real elite of the army he led were only two sergeants of the Knights and Lothar's command. There were only 700 armored cavalry left. There was really no chance of defeating Saladin.

In the knights' camp.

The hussars were confronting the knights, fighting with blunt-nosed wooden lances used for training.

These energetic knights are challenging Lothar's winged cavalry one by one - this feathered cavalry team has proven itself on the battlefield and is by no means a show-off.

Now, every knight is proud to compete with the Hussars.

Jeanne carefully observed the battle on the training ground and said: "Those are the winged cavalry of the Bolivian Federation, right? They are a good force. Even Emperor Napoleon once praised them, but the number is a bit small. ?”

Lothar nodded and said: "Give me some more time and I will recruit a hundred wing cavalry for you to command."

"Hmm - only a hundred? My lord, when you hired me to serve you, why was it just a baron? I used to command three thousand knights!"

Before Jeanne finished speaking, she added: "But it's better to support you from a young baron to the throne of the king. This kind of nurturing game is more interesting."

Lothar said thoughtfully: "Is it like the Crown Prince of France, Charles VII?"

"Jeanna, speaking of which, I'm very confused. Legally speaking, Henry VI should be more qualified to be the king of France than Charles VII, right? I don't understand why you want to assist him?"

There was nothing nationalistic about that era.

Jeanne smiled and said: "My lord, I don't know anything about jurisprudence or heraldry. I only know that after the British came, they brought countless exorbitant taxes and massacres one after another. The British and Burgundian armies wandering in the wild plundered everywhere, and my village alone was plundered three times - I just wanted to drive away these bandits, that's all."

Lothar suddenly realized.

Unlike this era, Richard the Lionheart regarded the Gallic territory as his core, but was very disdainful of the Albion territory and exploited it too much.

Henry VI of the House of Lancaster (the royal family of England after the House of Anjou) was completely the other way around.

"It's such a simple sentiment."

"Otherwise? You don't think that I really received the revelation from Heavenly Father, do you? Ha, that's just a lie I told casually. There's no reason why a priest can use God to deceive people, but I can't."

Jeanne smiled calmly.