Disappointment, endless disappointment.

What else do those nobles in France want to do!

The two major parties in China, the Duke of Orleans and the Duke of Burgundy, chose to join England because of their own conflicts.

A large tract of territory in northwestern France was easily occupied. He thought he could control the hungry wolf in England. In the end, he was just defeated one by one.

Orleans was besieged by the coalition forces of Burgundy and England. Those so-called nobles were still pulling their legs. Do you really want to ruin the entire France?

The handsome young man with black shoulder-length hair and wearing silver armor was weakly thinking, the sword in his left hand was stained with blood, and there were enemies and his own.

Thunder sounded, and a heavy rain fell from the sky, washing away the blood on the armor and sword.

Less than a week, the English and Burgundian coalition forces besieged Orleans for less than a week, and to be precise, they were forced to the point of being trapped.

In terms of military strength, the gap between the two is not very big, but if the current situation was not protected by the city wall, it would have been completely defeated.

He is not in Orleans now, but on his way to Chinon, where the prince is.

Before the war began, when it was learned that England had a wealth of supplies that were about to arrive, the commander-in-chief of Orleans, Earl Denois, immediately decided to stop the supplies.

The English army had a slight advantage, and this batch of supplies was mainly crossbows, cannons, and shells. Once they reached their disadvantage, they would be even more serious.

Earl of Denoy personally attacked, as well as elite soldiers led by Scotland's ally Stuart, and the support was carried out by Earl of Clemans.

More than 4,000 people, half of the Orleans defenders should have won in one fell swoop, but it turned out to be a key battle for Orleans to be surrounded.

Young people have always known that aristocrats do not obey management, especially the commanders of the great nobles, and even the commanders of the entire army, sometimes they will violate the orders and only care about their own interests.

He thought that at this critical moment, the people of France should work together to fight the enemy together, but the facts told him that it was still natural.

More than three hundred vehicles of supply supplies, less than one-third of them were in charge. Earl of Denoy personally led the cavalry, and Stuart led the elite infantry to come up to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

But the mutation happened. Among them, there were nearly a hundred special soldiers who were hidden, and they would almost die without cutting off their heads. They had stronger strength and speed than elite soldiers.

There are also brave generals who can resist Count Denois, which put the raid in trouble, but their numbers ultimately have an absolute advantage, and as long as the backup keeps up, they can decide the outcome in one fell swoop.

As a result... Count Clemans, who was in charge of the support, retreated and retreated at a critical moment!

The raided soldiers had already been trapped in the encirclement of the English troops and lost their support. Their morale was declining and sooner or later they fell into the result of being captured.

Earl Denois led his troops to break through with his injuries. Although he succeeded, he fainted. The remaining troops had to break out into several parts.

He still remembers Stuart, the Celtic young man who had communicated generously with him before the war, was responsible for the rear of the palace with his elite guards for the sake of more people being rescued.

The brilliant fire, the flames that blocked the pursuit for a while, and the elite soldiers of more than 400 people, and he himself, did not survive. And all the reasons... those nobles.

Heavy armor hit the ground. In this weather, the armor became a burden. It is better to abandon it. His property can be rebuilt at any time.

France still has a chance, and Orleans' high walls are enough to put any siege force in trouble. As long as reinforcements arrive in time, they can be saved.

But his heart died, really has a chance?

France is now in decline. With the actions of those nobles dragging their backs, even if they double their troops, can they really win?

The young man has been joining the army for more than a year, and he is considered a young general with his outstanding personal ability, and because of this, he was disappointed after experiencing the Battle of Orleans.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, which was not stable. The sound of footsteps mixed by most people, and the young man suddenly smiled. Maybe it would be nice to just be ruined here like this.

I have been away from that battle for more than a day, but I didn't expect that there were still people chasing him. Could it be that I would treat him as a big fish? It's better to let him die in the end.

In the heavy rain, more than a dozen figures approached in abnormal postures, and even if they had fought once, the young man could not help but his pupils contracted.

Each of the dozens of figures had incomplete body, with palms, shoulders, and only legs in their entirety, with a chaotic look in their eyes, as if they had no personal consciousness.

"Come on, I, Gilles de Les, are here to fight!" Perhaps because I figured out everything, the young man laughed heartily.

The cold light flashed in the rain, and the young man named Giles burst out with all his strength. Since he chose to die, it would be even more dazzling.

The sword body slashed into the neck of a ghoul, as if it wasn't felt it, and its sharp claws grabbed Giles.

I had an experience that I wouldn't be careless. Blue veins appeared on my arm, and my pale head fell to the ground. With all my strength, even another ghoul next to me was cut off one arm.

“It’s really hard enough”

Giles gasped and smiled. It wouldn't be too difficult to kill a dozen immortals at his peak. It would be good that he could use three-pointers now.

"Come on, let me see what strength you have!" A loud roar was that it was because of their appearance that entangled the cavalry.

The cold light flashed again, and another head fell to the ground.

Not much physical strength kept radiating under Giles's squeeze. The immortal figures lost their heads and landed on the ground one by one, and his movements became slower and slower.

“Is that the end?”

Sighing regret, there were five figures in front of Giles. The lightning illuminated the sky and allowed Giles to see their pale faces that were not human. It should be said that they were not humans at all.

His palms were trembling, and blood was mixed with rain and fell to the ground. Just holding the sword made him feel unbearable.

The figure approached him, and the death of his companions did not change at all, making Giles think in his heart that they might have crawled out of the grave.

His eyes closed slightly, and he had no power to raise the last blow to the sword.

The cold rain washed over the body, death had not come for a long time, and a warm feeling seemed to rise in the air.

When he opened his tired eyes again, a holy figure shone in his eyes, and a ruby-like long sword flew gorgeously. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!