章節 55: Chapter 55
The morning air was still and cold, and the sun was just beginning to rise on the horizon. Jeanne stood at the top of the castle wall, watching the soldiers below as they dug trenches. She hoped that no enemy soldiers were nearby because the trenches would be useless if caught in the open field.
Jeanne was an experienced commander. She had led her troops to victory in many battles and knew what it took to win. She was a skilled strategist and was always prepared for the worst.
As she watched the soldiers work, Jeanne thought about the upcoming battle. She knew it would be a tough fight, but she was confident that her soldiers would emerge victorious. They were loyal to her, and some of them had been with her from the beginning.
Jeanne also thought about the enemy soldiers. She knew they were just as determined to win as she was. They were fighting for their homes and their families and would not give up easily.
Jeanne took a deep breath and prepared for the battle. She knew it would be a long and bloody day, but she was determined to win.
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Argers Fortress
A young soldier ran through the castle, his steps echoing off the stone walls. He was out of breath, and his face was flushed with excitement. He ran to the middle of the castle and stopped in front of a large door.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in," a voice called from inside.
The soldier opened the door and entered. The room was large and luxurious, with a high ceiling and large windows. A fire burned in the fireplace, filling the room with the smell of wood smoke.
A man sat in a large chair in front of the fireplace. He was tall and handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in fine armor and held a sword in his hand.
"My Lord!" the soldier said, saluting. "I have news!"
The man looked at the soldier. "What is it?" he asked.
"The city has been taken!" the soldier said. "The enemy soldiers surrendered without a fight!"
The man smiled. "Excellent," he said. "I knew we would be victorious."
The soldier smiled back. "Thank you, my Lord," he said. "It was an honor to fight for you."
The man nodded. "You're dismissed," he said.
The soldier saluted again and left the room.
The man leaned back in his chair and smiled. He had won another battle and was one step closer to achieving his goal.
"Oh, I almost forgot," the lord said, tapping his own head. He shouted to the soldier who had just left, "Come back!"
The soldier, who was already halfway to the door, heard the lord shout and quickly turned around and entered the room.
"Yes, my lord," he said, standing in a respectful position.
"Start preparing the men," the lord said. "It's quite possible the French will try to attack. I don't believe they will just stay in Orleans."
The soldier furrowed his brow. "My lord, are you suggesting that we will lose Orleans?" he asked.
The lord sighed. "I didn't say that," he said. "Don't put words in my mouth. I'm just being cautious. I don't want to be caught off guard by anything."
The soldier nodded. "Very well," he said. "With your permission."
The lord waved his hand. "Go," he said.
The soldier bowed and left the room.
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The sound of horses' hooves echoes through the dirt road, filling the air with a powerful rhythm. A red horse gallops vigorously, ridden by a man dressed in impressive armor. His red cloak is adorned with a mysterious mask. The armor, though magnificent, seems a little too snug on the man's body. His short red hair floats in the wind, dancing in perfect synchronization with the speed of the gallop. His lone blue eye fixates ahead, conveying determination and courage.
Rémy advances impetuously towards Argers, unaware of the impending challenge that awaits him. Little does he know that he is about to face the most intense battle of his life, a battle in which he will have to push his limits and fight with all his might.
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The sun was beginning to set, painting the horizon with golden and crimson hues. The soldiers, under Jeanne's command, had completed the arduous task of digging the holes. Jeanne felt a palpable relief that they hadn't been attacked by the English while her soldiers were occupied with this dangerous undertaking. Now, it was time to undo the holes, ensuring they didn't become a deadly trap for their own allies.
However, Jeanne couldn't ignore the constant sense of alertness that accompanied her. She knew, better than anyone, that the threat of the English loomed over them at all times. With each passing minute without an attack, the tension grew, as Jeanne was aware that the enemy was unpredictable and relentless.
Suddenly, Gilles approached, his countenance expressing determination and loyalty. His presence by Jeanne's side brought a mix of comfort and hope.
"Miss Jeanne," he called her attention with a firm voice.
Jeanne turned to him, revealing a serious and focused expression. "I'm glad you're here. I need you to immediately gather a group of soldiers. Our strategy is to surprise the English soldiers, attacking them without them realizing our presence. It will be an unexpected blow, capable of destabilizing them," she said, her words echoing with determination and audacity.
Gilles nodded, taking the mission seriously. His eyes shone with the intensity of purpose. "Understood. I will leave immediately to gather the necessary soldiers. Don't worry, Miss Jeanne, I will do my best to execute this strategy with mastery," he promised, his voice brimming with confidence and loyalty.
Jeanne watched Gilles walk away, feeling grateful to have such a determined ally by her side. She knew that in times of war, every choice and action could make the difference between victory and defeat. Now, more than ever, it was time to act with cunning and courage.
"This time, I will ensure that all the soldiers survive," Jeanne proclaimed with determination, her piercing gaze fixed on the skies as if seeking divine support.
Her thoughts turned to Rémy, yearning for his safety and success in the impending battle. With her head held high, she directed her gaze to the horizon, a subtly confident smile forming on her lips.
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Not far from Orleans stood a tall man with black hair, whose gaze was imbued with a mixture of challenge and ambition. He stared fixedly at the majestic city before his eyes, his expression enigmatic and merciless.
"This time, I will surpass you, you insolent baron," the man murmured with conviction, his words echoing with a mix of confidence and determination. His goal was to achieve such a great victory that it would attract the attention and recognition of the king himself.
As he observed his domain, a soldier approached cautiously, puzzled by the seemingly directed conversation to no one in particular. Sensing the subordinate's curious gaze, the lord promptly shifted his attention and downplayed the moment.
"It's nothing," he evasively replied, hiding his true intentions. "We will depart tomorrow." With these words, the lord signaled the beginning of action, and the still-perplexed soldier withdrew to inform the others.
Then, the lord turned his gaze to the horizon, his thoughts intertwining with the challenges that awaited him. His voice, filled with a mixture of fascination and anticipation, echoed through the silence.
"Jeanne D'arc, I am looking forward to meeting you in person, as well as longing to challenge you, Crimson Demon." The lord pronounced these words with a tone of contempt and defiance, his eyes shifting towards the imposing army that lay before him. It was a breathtaking sight, capable of taking the breath away from any spectator: a profusion of skilled warriors. Knights mounted on their imposing horses, crossbowmen and archers prepared to unleash their deadly arrows, and the mighty catapults ready to unleash chaos.
A confident and subtly sinister smile formed on the lord's lips, revealing his unwavering conviction. In his mind, the idea of defeat was inconceivable. Jeanne would have to surpass herself and employ an extraordinary strategy to have any chance of triumphing against this formidable army, especially in the absence of Rémy, who usually accompanied her and strengthened her determination.
"The twilight is approaching," declared the lord, holding one of his arms amidst the chilly wind that ran through his body. The friction of the armor intensified the cold sensation enveloping him. "There is no reason for us to be enthralled by unknown legends." An enigmatic smile emerged on his lips as he made his way towards his chamber.
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"So, Sir Rémy has departed... without even giving us a warning," lamented Guillaume with a touch of sadness in his voice, longing to have been included in the undertaking. He scratched his neck, even though he felt no apparent itch.
"That's true, but we had little time with him. It wouldn't have been easy for Sir Rémy to place his trust in us," explained François as he searched for a wooden vessel to quench his thirst. He savored each sip as if it were a golden liquid, a precious gem to be preserved.
Curious, Griffin approached Guillaume and asked, "Why are you always scratching your neck? Is there some ailment you haven't told us about?" Guillaume felt uncomfortable but decided to reveal, "When I get worried, it's an involuntary habit that arises."
"It doesn't matter. Let's assist Miss Jeanne to the fullest," Antoine declared sincerely, determined to contribute as much as possible to the mission's success and save as many lives as possible in this cruel world.
"We will definitely do that," echoed the others, except Antoine, in unison. Guillaume, feeling envious, vented, "Oh, how I wish I could surprise the English in the same way you do, Antoine."
Antoine playfully responded, "Savor your envy." This remark surprised everyone, as Antoine rarely spoke, let alone cracked jokes. It was an indication that he was in a good mood.
"Hey, you're going to stay alive, understood? Mr. Compassionate," Griffin affirmed, approaching Antoine and giving him a pat on the shoulder. He felt happy about Antoine's willingness, but he also had concerns about his safety.
"You can count on me," Antoine replied confidently. He didn't plan on departing this life without fulfilling his purpose and mission. Until then, his companions would have to deal with his remarkable presence. Antoine smiled at such a thought.
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