The world-devouring dragon

(The cold I had some time ago has not gone away. Now I can’t stop coughing violently, and my head hurts when I cough. I asked the doctor. The doctor said that cerebral blood pressure increases immediately after coughing, which is rare...)

On March 23, 1430, King Charles of France made a decision. He ordered Jeanna to go to the south of France to rescue the French territories occupied by the Burgundians. Although he said this, the French King did not give Jeanne any troops, but asked her to recruit soldiers on her own.

In other words, Jeanne, who is nominally the commander-in-chief of France, has no one to dispatch at this moment and can only be alone.

"That woman has fallen out of favor."

All the French nobles were whispering that they had realized something.

Faced with this situation, Jeanne was silent for a long time after hearing the appointment, but the stubborn 18-year-old girl still mounted her white horse, put on her armor, and rushed to Burgundy.

"I will regain the territory of France."

The half-year education of the court aristocrats could not wash away the vitality of this young girl. She was still so lively and stubborn and refused to admit defeat. Even if she knew that Charlie no longer trusted her, she had no intention of giving in.

If there were no soldiers, she would recruit her own soldiers; if there were no officers, she would select her own officers. Unlike in the past, even though she was weak, she still had the support of the entire French court. This time, the girl could only rely entirely on her own strength.

Logistics, recruitment, transportation, supplies... all the problems needed to be solved by herself. Even so, she still pulled up a small team of hundreds of people.

However, for this Orleans girl who has repeatedly performed miracles, hundreds of people are enough. The Burgundians are far less capable than the English. Relying on these hundreds of people, as long as they plan carefully, they may not be able to create miracles again.

"For France..."

She rode in front, holding a flag in her hand, followed by many French warriors who followed her. The girl raised her head and looked at the flag, then lowered her head, closed her eyes, rested her forehead against the cold flagpole, and muttered silently.

…

"Minister, do you believe in miracles?"

In the city of Reims, French King Charles was silent and suddenly asked a minister next to him. The minister next to him was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Charlie was thinking, and then answered after thinking about it.

"King, I don't know about this..."

The always loyal old minister just answered honestly.

"Do not you know."

Charlie, who was sitting on the throne, heard the sound. After a moment of silence, his eyes were slightly dark and his expression was gloomy, as if he had not slept well yesterday.

The ministers beside him did not disturb him. He knew the difference between superiority and inferiority, and knew when to speak and when to be quiet.

After a long time, a voice slowly sounded.

"Minister, is it a miracle that a country girl saved her country?"

The old minister frowned slightly. He knew who the Dharma King was talking about, and then said.

"Your Majesty, that's just a crazy woman."

The minister did not believe in God. To him, this woman who talked about God every day was simply a madman, stubborn and self-righteous, claiming that she was the messenger of God sent to save France.

Although many people, including generals and civilians, do believe in this woman and regard her as a saint, the minister still believes that she is just a madman who is a fanatical believer.

"Are you crazy? It seems that the efforts made by me and my soldiers are not as good as a lunatic. France should have more lunatics like this."

But French King Charles just laughed.

Yes, if Jeanne is really a madman, then the British who cannot defeat Jeanne and the French generals who cannot defeat the British are not even worse than madmen.

The minister was speechless for a moment.

The Dharma King fell silent again.

Looking at the dejected Dharma King in front of him, the minister had a vague feeling that something was wrong with His Majesty the King today, as if he knew what would happen today.

"Minister, I have seen a miracle..."

The Dharma King lowered his head and murmured, with deep confusion in his pupils.

"When the kingdom is in crisis, everyone is unable to save it and can only wait for destruction unwillingly..."

Close your eyes and the memories of the past emerge one by one.

Flames, countless blood, it was the English who set fire to the village after looting it, the English troops rampaging across the kingdom, the French troops who could only live in the castle, the sneering and arrogant English envoys...

Charlie, who was homeless, could often see those scenes when he was young, so many that even the French themselves were used to them. And it all stems from that battle...

The Battle of Ajinku.

In 1415, when Charles was twelve years old, at Agincourt, the British and French armies were preparing to fight to the death. France dispatched most of the nobles in the country, totaling more than 12,000 heavy cavalry, more than 17,000 light cavalry, and more than 8,000 cavalry. There are 60,000 crossbowmen and various soldiers, while the British only have 20,000.

It was a battle that would overwhelm France, a battle that would determine the outcome of the entire Hundred Years' War. Everyone thought France could win, but...

It rained continuously at that time, and the heavy cavalry, as an elite force, was forced to fall into the mud. The French knights, unable to launch a charge, had no powerful equipment but could only move forward. But the British army on the opposite side used their huge longbowmen to cover the sky with a continuous rain of arrows.

Those powerful knights fell in the mud, and their heavy armor that was too strong now became a burden, making them unable to even get up. They could only struggle in the mud, and then wait for the British archers who came forward to lift it off. His own faceplate, and slit his own throat with a dagger.

It was France's darkest day. More than half of France's nobles were captured and killed in this battle. The sudden power vacuum and the loss of a large number of troops forced France to surrender to its opponents and declare complete surrender.

That year, Charles was twelve years old, and he was deprived of his status as Dauphin because according to the agreement, after the death of his father, Charles V, the King of France would be succeeded by the King of England.

In Charlie's impression, he only remembers that the adults were in chaos at that time, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling. His mother was not by his side, and his father was even regarded as the "mad king", a lunatic. When Charlie, who was still ignorant, saw At that scene, I was confused and at a loss.

After that, he lived as a "deposed prince" until the death of the King of England and the King of France at the same time caused the throne to change again. The unwilling French nobles once again praised him as the King of France and wanted to use him to resist the British. .

but……

"Can I really be a Dharma King?"

Charlie was hesitant more than once, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The biggest doubt in his heart came from his mother, who claimed that he was not her father's child...

He had prayed to God many times, praying for someone to guide him, and then, at that darkest moment...

The girl is here.

"You are the only legitimate king."

The serious and firm look in his eyes was the most important thing that impressed him.

…

"Minister, at that moment, no one believed that there would be a turning point, but a girl claimed that she would save France, and finally succeeded. Isn't this a miracle?"

The dazed Dharma King closed his eyes and murmured without looking at the people around him.

Even he himself could no longer tell why he made the impulsive choice at that time.

Like a drowning person, he subconsciously grasps the last straw; like a gambler who is blinded by gambling, he chooses to place a bet without hesitation and tries to make a comeback...but maybe, it is purely for that simple look. Just a little joke.

"Since you believe me, I'll let you play with the fate of the entire kingdom."

He was very tired and no longer wanted to take on the responsibility. It was better for the fate of the royal family to be passed down from generation to generation to be shattered in this little joke. At the very least... he could finally make that simple and stubborn girl laugh happily.

It's just a little joke at the end of life for a young man in his twenties.

However, who could have expected that the girl actually succeeded.

When I mistakenly thought that "Orléans was lost," I felt calm in my heart. On the contrary, when I realized that Orleans was defended, I felt a little bit tired besides feeling happy?

Charlie doesn't know...

What is a miracle?

A miracle is when something absurd, incredible, and unimaginable happens.

A girl, a seventeen-year-old girl, a girl who will never be more than a female high school student, finally saved her motherland. Isn't this absurd? Even the craziest bard wouldn't dare write such a story.

However, that girl, only a seventeen-year-old girl, really turned the tide and did something that countless heroes could not do.

The prayers he once made to God have now come true, and miracles have come, but what is he doing?

"Minister, I saw a miracle, but now I want to destroy her with my own hands... Why is this happening?"

Deep in his pupils, there was only deep confusion.

"For France...for the royal family..."

In my ears, that low voice sounded.

Suddenly, the fate burdened by his ancestors seemed to come back again.

"Ah...ahhahahahahaha..."

While the ministers were dumbfounded, the Dharma King suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was full of sadness, and only the wild laughter of the devil could be heard in his ears.

…

A few days later, a news shocked the whole of France.

The Maid of Orleans was captured by the Burgundians.