Chapter 151 Simulated War

In the Constance Manor.

Lothar was staring at the dancing candlelight in a daze, muttering in a low voice: "What kind of hell difficulty is this?"

Question: In 1453, Constantine XI of Byzantium, Song Huaizong in the arms of Lu Xiufu in the battle of Yashan, and Emperor Chongzhen standing under the crooked neck tree in Meishan when the Dashun army besieged the capital.

Which one has more hope of a comeback?

Answer: There is no hope, just wait for death.

This is how Lothar feels now.

Constantinople was surrounded by the sea on three sides, with only the Theodosian Wall facing the enemy.

Theodosius City Wall is only 5.5 kilometers long. The city wall is strong and has three layers. It can be called the strongest castle in the entire Middle Ages.

This means that only a small number of defenders can defend Constantinople, a metropolis with a population of over one million at its peak.

But being surrounded by sea on three sides also means that once the Golden Horn is breached by the Ottoman fleet, even without Urban's cannon, Constantinople will fall sooner or later.

His own family knew his own affairs, and he was far from being a military genius. When he encountered an enemy, he would often just shout "Come on me" and then line up to fight the enemy.

Most of the reason for his continuous victory was due to Fringilla's mastery of the group night vision technique - of course, he can now use it, but it is not long enough.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open.

Jeanne put on a light and breathable linen shirt, tied up her long blond curly hair with a hairband, and her slim figure looked full of vitality.

Because she had just taken a shower, there were still some water drops on her body that had not been wiped off.

"Sir, Prajna has gone to take a bath. I'll keep an eye on you for a while."

watch for a while

There was some thought in Lothar's mind that she wanted to complain.

But all he could say was: "Well, okay."

Jeanne asked: "My lord, I see that your face looks a little ugly. Is there anything that is troubling you?"

"Jeanna, if you were Constantine XI in 1453, could you save Byzantium?"

Jeanne shook her head decisively: "My lord, why are you obsessed with such a meaningless thing? When the Ottomans attacked Constantinople, the entire Constantinople garrison only had a few thousand people, and the Ottoman army With 180,000 people, how can a rising young man lose to a declining old man?"

"You feel the same way."

Lothar was convinced of this.

Jeanne thought for a moment and replied: "Constantine XI was not a foolish monarch. On the contrary, he should be the only remaining fig leaf of the Balliolan royal family. Others may not be better than him." do better."

"Furthermore, in 1453, the Ottoman army had already arrived at the city, and there was no time to join forces and request foreign aid."

"indeed."

Lothar sighed lightly. Who would want to get only the second item if he could get the highest reward?

In the Hundred Years' War, since Charles VII could win historically, he would lose without reason, right? From this point of view, it is a sure thing to get a five-star template.

He is now level ten, which means he gets twenty extra attribute points, and will get more and more improvements with future upgrades.

etc!

He suddenly thought of something and asked: "In your world, did the Eastern Roman Empire also fall in 1453?"

Jeanne looked surprised and said: "Of course, it is recorded in the history books that on this day, from the top of Hagia Sophia, a conqueror riding a dragon flew over. That was the Ottoman monarch, riding a three-headed black dragon. It On the top of each head and between the winding dragon horns, there are exquisite crowns. The last emperor took out the bow and crossbow to shoot the dragon, but it was difficult to penetrate its strong scales."

There was an "I knew it" expression on Lothar's face.

If the simulated battle given by the system refers to the history in the world of "Yesterday's Giant Ship", I may not be able to do better than Charles VII.

Jeanne was still thinking about Lothar's previous question: "If it were in its heyday, I would most likely be able to shoot down the black dragon the conqueror was riding with a holy lance, but that's definitely not possible now."

"Okay, let's put aside my previous question. Tell me how you led the army to defeat the English and Burgundians."

"Hmm - where do I start with this?"

Jeanne had a headache for a moment.

"Sorry, sir, that was a long time ago after all. Sometimes, I can only recall some fragments when looking through historical materials."

Lothar frowned: "Is this related to your experience in Rouen?"

"maybe."

Jeanne sighed softly: "Rebirth from the ashes is no different from dying once."

"I'm sorry for bringing up memories that make you feel uncomfortable."

Jeanne shook her head and said: "It doesn't matter, that is already an old story buried in the dust. Even in the Knights of the Holy Church, only a few people know this legend."

She said with some self-deprecation: "After all, no one would believe that in the eyes of the French, the deified Joan of Arc would have such an image as me."

Lothar was convinced of this.

But he still said: "What they think has no causal relationship with how you want to live."

"Yes, I think so too."

A bright smile appeared on Jeanne's face, as if the loneliness and seriousness just now were all faked by her: "Being able to see beautiful girls and drink sweet wine every day is what I have been pursuing all my life."

"What a pure and simple wish."

Lothar didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

No wonder the knights of the Holy Church couldn't believe that Jeanne was Joan of Arc, and he wouldn't believe it either.

"Miss Prajna has washed it."

Jeanne was suddenly surprised and said: "It's really fast. I think Miss Prajna must be too worried about your safety. Indeed, I am very good at killing people, but not good at protecting people."

The door was pushed open.

Prajna wiped his wet black hair with a white towel, his eyes were cold, but he did not deny it.

"I am leaving."

Jeanne raised her hand: "My lord, and Miss Prajna, I wish you a good dream."

Prajna nodded slightly to her and said, "Thank you very much."

Listening to Jeana's footsteps walking away, she hesitated and asked Lothar: "Are you going to sleep?"

Lothar shook her head: "Wait for a while Fulin. If she comes back after taking a bath and finds that we have turned off the lights and didn't wait for her, I'm afraid she will lose her temper."

Prajna frowned slightly: "You dote on her too much."

Lothar smiled awkwardly.

When Fringilla walked briskly, put on a brand new white nightgown, and walked into the house, she blew out the lights with great anticipation.

"Come on, sir, I have been looking forward to today's story for a long time."

She lay down on the bed opposite Lothar, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and showed a happy expression.

Lothar began to continue telling the story of the Song of Winter and Summer.

In fact, he no longer needs to sleep every day, because his mental strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. As long as his body gets sufficient rest, he can go without sleep for several days.

for a long time.

Fringilla just closed her eyes and breathed evenly.

Lothar and Prajna looked at each other, said good night to each other, and closed their eyes one after another.

And Lothar was naturally not ready to sleep.

Instead, I plan to experience a simulated battle first, the script of the Hundred Years War.