His eyes returned to the battlefield where the French army and the flying dragons were fighting.
The appearance of the huge white dragon caused the French army's front line to be torn apart by the flying dragons almost instantly.
The French soldiers, who were already at a numerical disadvantage, could only maintain a front line.
Reduce the pressure you face by reducing the width of the battlefield.
At the same time, I hope that the artillery line behind me can provide timely help.
Originally, they had no illusions about surviving, and just hoped to delay it for a little longer.
If what Marshal Gill said is true.
If only the past time could really come back.
If only I could escape from this hell.
Then throwing away your own life is nothing.
Even if you are alive and lingering, it has no meaning at all in such a doomsday.
All precious things are lost, and all cherished things are destroyed.
More people have chosen to commit suicide.
For those who are still alive, they will not be able to escape until they die under the dragon's claws and become food to satisfy the beast's appetite.
Then it would be better to die vigorously on the battlefield, and maybe go to heaven as a hero who fought bravely against the dragon.
After all, people who commit suicide cannot go to heaven.
However, the front line shattered almost instantly defeated the soldiers' wishes.
Like a dam that collapsed, a large number of wyverns poured into the defense line that was barely holding up in the blink of an eye.
The vacancies in the French front and rear artillery positions were filled.
When the soldiers recovered from the shock of the white dragon in the distance, they found that their contact with their comrades was completely cut off by the sea of wyverns, and they had to be attacked from both sides.
The French soldiers who remained on the battlefield were divided into countless groups of three to five people, barely resisting the encircling wyverns.
It wasn't that there were no lone soldiers, but the team of less than three people was instantly annihilated by the tide of flying dragons.
The artillery camp in the rear was also completely lost.
The artillerymen who lacked long weapons had no means to restrain the wyvern.
Therefore, he also encountered a completely different fate from the soldiers on the front line.
At least the soldiers armed with spears and bucklers could continue to struggle tenaciously for a while.
The French Army, of which Animusfia had high hopes, completely failed to meet his expectations.
After just a few rounds, the entire army was in danger of being wiped out.
Rather than saying that the whole army is on the verge of being annihilated, it is better to say that the whole army is being annihilated.
Even if they survived the attack of the flying dragon, the soldiers who united to resist were just stalling for time.
People kept dying.
The collapse of one link in the chain can lead to the paralysis of the entire chain.
When I finished the game, there were still five people in a tidy group. Everyone had a clear division of labor. They had tanks, tanks, and output. However, halfway through the battle, the main tank and tanks suddenly died suddenly.
What followed was the collapse of the entire team.
The gaps in the green tide of wyverns disappeared like bubbles in the water.
The soldiers fell one after another.
The instructions given by Gilles de Rais cannot command anyone except those around him.
Wanting to regroup is simply a pipe dream.
The war has progressed so far that there is no doubt about it.
It was a complete disastrous defeat, and even Generalissimo Gilles de Rey, who had led the French army to launch several counterattacks in desperate situations and finally regained a victory between Britain and France in the Hundred Years' War, was unable to save the day.
"I'm sorry, Joan of Arc. It seems I've let you down. My troops can't help you."
After struggling to slash the wyvern with the straight sword in his hand, Gil said to Joan of Arc behind him.
Although he couldn't delay the dragon witch's army of flying dragons, at least he could still wield his sword.
There were also the largest number of soldiers around the marshal, and Gilles de Rey could still hold on for a while longer.
"Jill, you have done enough. There is no need to blame yourself. Both you and the French soldiers have done their best."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Joan of Arc placed the holy flag that she used as a spear on the ground again.
"I'm still far behind."
Facing a desperate situation, Gilles de Rey was unexpectedly relieved.
Not caring about his physical fatigue, the French marshal fought like an ordinary soldier.
He no longer fears death.
If you want to talk about why, Gil is also like other soldiers who are desperate for their own safety——————
Lost importance on precious things.
However, unlike ordinary people, Gil de Rey's "treasure" was lost not long before the end of the world.
The saint that Gilles de Rey had always cherished, respected, and even believed in was executed as a heretic.
"I haven't done enough yet. If I could work harder...if I could do more, you wouldn't fall behind————!"
"No, that has nothing to do with you, Jill."
Jeanne shook her head with a relieved expression.
"Now that I think about it, I was captured all because I was too reckless. Do you think I brought it upon myself? I have learned too few words, so there must be nothing wrong with it, right? I'm not a nobleman. It's better to say that it's normal to be executed.
Yeah."
"Then I also——————"
Joan of Arc responded to him with a smile:
"You don't need to blame yourself, Jill, you have done well enough. Now that everything has passed, I haven't congratulated you yet, right? Marshal——Congratulations on your promotion."
Although Gilles de Rey's promotion happened after Joan's death, Joan could also infer what happened from the names of the surrounding soldiers and Gill's clothing.
"Yes, yes, everything is over. I feel relieved just to see you escape from there unscathed. I have never cared about the marshal or anything like that."
Looking at the familiar smile from the past, the self-blame, anger and hesitation in Gil de Rey's heart seemed as if they had never appeared before.
As long as the Joan of Arc in his heart can be safe and sound.
"But, I'm still sorry...I failed to protect France while you were away. And I allowed someone pretending to be you to tarnish the name of the Saint."
As a result, just after they reunited and were able to fight side by side with her again, they met with such a dead end.
However, as a soldier, Gilles de Rey was determined to die in battle from the very beginning.
Rather than die of old age as a superior marshal, he would rather die in battle.
And it has always been his ideal to fight with Joan of Arc until the last drop of blood.
It was not that he expected Joan of Arc to be defeated together with him.
I simply think that dying this way is the most satisfying and the best way to leave no regrets.
"No."
Jeanne shook her head and said regretfully:
"Jill, you misunderstood. Although I don't know the truth yet, I'm afraid the other party is also 'me'."
"How is that possible? Joan of Arc, aren't you right here? Aren't you standing right here?"
Gilles de Rey did not want to believe that kind of thing, and he did not want to believe that the saint in his heart could be the one who did such a thing.
"One more thing, Jill."
"What...what?"
Having asked this question tremblingly, Gilles de Rey was terrified of what Joan of Arc would say next.
"I failed to escape from the British prison."
"But you survived, right? You survived, right?"
Gil helplessly asked Joan of Arc, eager to hear confirmation from his saintly daughter.
Joan of Arc did not answer him directly.
"Whether you survive or not, at least we are here to fight together, right?"
It is obviously not a simple matter to explain in detail the reason why the Heroic Spirit Servants and even the Dragon Witch came.
"For the unnecessary matters, let us first fight side by side and overcome the difficulties before us."
The saint opened the holy flag in her hand.
On the huge flag, golden iris flowers fluttered in the wind.
A faint golden light lit up from Jeanne d'Arc's body.
"French soldiers, unite!"
Joan of Arc closed her eyes, raised the holy flag in her hand, and took half a step forward.
Heavenly Father's words seemed to echo in her ears.
"My flag, protect my compatriots! My Lord is here (luminosite enternelle)!" This chapter has been completed!