Chapter 155 Epic Lothar

Breeze.

The dead grass swayed slightly.

The weather for the decisive battle was a bit groggy.

Lothar was riding a tall horse covered with gorgeous armor and an iron horn on the horse's head. Next to her was Joan of Arc, holding a flag of fleur-de-lis on a white background.

Unlike the first simulation, when he only had an "army" of 3,000 pieced together outside Beauval Castle, this time, he had more than 10,000 troops!

The opponents have also become stronger. Not only are the coalition forces waiting for work, their numbers are nearly twice his.

The Duke of Burgundy, who owned a large area of ​​land in Northern France and extended his tentacles to the wealthy lowlands (referring to the Benelux region), was far superior to Charles VII who had been crowned at this time in terms of financial resources.

The number of troops he sent was astonishing, accounting for more than half of the coalition forces. They not only included a large number of free mercenaries, but also an elite heavy cavalry flag force of nearly a thousand people.

"Jean, what do you think we should do?"

Lothar looked at the profile of the female knight. Her long blond hair clung to her red cheeks because she had worn a helmet.

Jeanne and Joan of Arc are both translated names, but the latter has been exaggerated by Lothar to show Joan's noble character, which is equivalent to a free translation.

Because of this, the word Jeanne has become a very affectionate term.

Jeanne thought for a moment and then said: "You can't charge blindly. The British's defense is very solid. They resist horses, spurs, and trip wires. They definitely want to copy the victory of the Battle of Agincourt."

The knights of France are by no means unheroic. To be too brave is to be reckless!

They even charged against the enemy's horse-blocking positions.

After rushing to the front of the rejecting horse, he dismounted and moved away the roadblock and the rejecting horse, and then charged again - just imagining this scene, I feel a little ridiculous.

The lance charge, a tactic that seems to work well at any time and will never go out of style, has made them rigid and rigid.

The opponent, the English, made many tactical innovations precisely because they could not afford to arm so many knights. With less than one-third of the opponent's financial resources and population, they repeatedly defeated the weak and the strong France. .

"Then what should we do?"

Lothar asked again.

Jeanne smiled and said: "My king, you have already figured out the strategy to fight the enemy, why do you need to ask me?"

A smile appeared on Lothar's face: "Perhaps, Heavenly Father's will can make you and I understand each other, and even the strategies against the enemy will coincide with each other?"

The two chatted and laughed, seemingly not paying attention to the enemy opposite them at all, which also gave many generals and knights confidence.

Since the Hundred Years War began, France has failed too many times.

At this time, a group of knights ran across from the opposite side and stopped not far away. The Duke of Burgundy rode up to the front of the formation and shouted to Lothar's army: "Let the King of Niger come out to see me!"

Niger refers to the contemptuous name people used to call Charles VII after he was deprived of his right to inherit the throne and expelled to the fiefdom of Niger.

Lothar did not hesitate and rode up to meet him.

"My cousin, it's an honor to meet you, but it's also unfortunate to meet you on such an occasion."

Lothar took off his helmet and saluted with a smile: "But cousin, I still hope that you can abide by the etiquette of monarchs and ministers and call me your majesty."

Philip said contemptuously: "Charlie, if you don't get crowned in Reims, you will never be considered the king of France. Now, I want you to repent for my father here."

Lothar crossed herself on her chest: "I am happy to do this. May Heavenly Father bless Uncle John - I am very sad, cousin, really, because you did not take what I said to you to heart at all. It is clear that It’s a complete conspiracy.”

Philip pulled out the knight's sword in his hand and sneered: "Those words you said, in my opinion, are just the venom spewed from the mouth of a poisonous snake. I don't believe even a word."

Lothar showed an enthusiastic smile: "So cousin, you came here to meet me, do you want to have a duel between knights with me? Let Heavenly Father witness whether I am lying!"

Phillip hesitated for a moment, remembering the skill shown by the opponent in the previous battles, and snorted coldly: "No, I will capture you personally on the battlefield. Get ready to fight, my dear cousin!"

Lothar looked at Philip's back and shouted: "Dear cousin, don't you even have the courage to duel with me? Or do you think of me as one of those people on the other side who are good at treachery and don't pay attention to chivalry at all? A despicable Englishman who is good at strangling your countrymen with a bowstring?"

Philip suppressed his anger and returned to the camp in despair amid the boos of the knights and nobles.

It seemed that they were furious, and soon the Burgundian army on the opposite side took the lead in taking action.

The cavalry were at the front, forming a formation and advancing in an orderly manner.

The mercenaries divided their teams according to weapons, formed various square formations, and marched together.

In Philip's view, they had the advantage in numbers, and the mercenaries who specialized in killing people were far better than the many peasant soldiers under Lothar's command who had just been recruited from villages and towns.

In this battle, I have the advantage!

Lothar returned to the formation and smiled at Jeanne: "Oh, look at my cousin who can't wait. The British must have promised him a lot of things."

Jeanne also smiled and replied: "As we imagined, Philip personally led the troops. He considered himself to be equal to the King of England and was definitely not willing to obey the command of Duke Befort. On the contrary, Duke Befort had to cooperate with Philip. Rush out of the position they arranged like a turtle shell."

"Are you ready?"

Lothar asked.

Jeanne nodded heavily, raised the battle flag high in her hand, and followed Lothar to the front of the formation.

"Philippe, the traitor of Burgundy, is leading his army, rushing towards us like the hounds of the English. Let this despicable man, who has lost the glory of France, see what the real France is. people!"

Lothar shouted.

Maybe many people didn't hear what he was saying, but just looking at Lothar and the white fleur-de-lis flag next to him was enough to inspire people.

The knights, soldiers, nobles and generals shouted like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

"French, charge with me!"

Lothar clamped his horse's belly tightly, raised his lance high, and rushed to the front.

Twelve cavalry banners composed of heavily armored knights, light cavalry, and horse archers followed Lothar and rushed towards the Burgundian army.

In my ears, the roar of artillery.

The French artillery poured shells fiercely at the allied positions on the opposite side. Although the accuracy was limited, as long as they hit, the heavy shells would plow out a bloody mud.

Losara lowered her mask and raised her rifle.

The strong wind poured in through the cracks in the mask.

The only sound left in my ears was the roar of artillery fire.

At the moment of contact with the enemy, the lance in Lothar's hand severely knocked off the horse of a knight with a white cross painted on his body.

The man fell on his back and his horse fell over.

Iron and blood collided together, splashing with boiling blood.

The opponent is completely at a disadvantage.

But the knights under Duke Philip are not just a bunch of people.

Among them, there are many famous legendary knights, even in the rating of the card drawing system, they can reach the level of three or four stars.

During the fight with them, Lothar gradually felt the limitations of his own combat power.

But Jeanne also had Lothar's retinue, Lahire and other cavalry, who were more powerful in combat. They firmly protected Lothar, allowing him to continuously move forward and penetrate the enemy's formation.

More and more enemy troops fell to the ground.

More and more of our own soldiers fell to the ground.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer knights around Lothar, after breaking through the enemy infantry line.

Lothar led his army to circle around the enemy formations and reorganize their formation on the high slope in the distance.

Only then did he realize that only half of the original fifteen hundred cavalry behind him were left.

Of the half of the people who were lost, some were captured, some fled in all directions and had not had time to return to the formation, but more of them were killed directly by the enemy who took off their helmets.

The war has reached this point, and the hatred between the two sides is as deep as the sea. The battlefield etiquette of not killing nobles that the knights still practiced decades ago has long since disappeared.

The opponent was even more miserable. The Duke of Burgundy only led a group of remaining guards and withdrew to the rear.

In the position of the British army, the Duke of Bedford excitedly slapped a letter on the table. The content on it clearly read - the Duke of York rebelled, immediately negotiated peace with the King of Niger, and led his army to return to England.

Lothar took a brand new lance from his attendant and raised it high, making the square flag tied to the tip of the lance most eye-catching.

"Look, these are traitors. They have lost the glory of the knights, and they no longer have the favor of God."

"French, follow me and charge again!"

"Crush them!"

The knights shouted: "For the king, for Joan of Arc, for France!"

"Crush these English bastards!"

The knights, who had just experienced a bloody battle, swept down the mountain again and rushed into the battlefield where the infantry was already fighting head-on.

The knights and nobles of this era still maintained their bravery and were never afraid of death.

I do not know how long it has been.

Lothar and Jeanne had lost their mounts, and the knights around them could only dismount and fight.

Lothar felt that her arms were too heavy to lift.

On his chest, the nails were deeply dented.

If it weren't for the talent that Prajna shared with him and suffered a fatal injury, he would have been directly hammered to death by one of his opponent's knights.

There are no enemies around.

Lothar panted violently and leaned on his sword to regain his strength.

The sound of horse hooves gradually approached.

Lothar raised his head warily and held the sword in his hand.

The smoke from the battlefield cleared.

But they found that there were only three people coming.

The man in the front was the Duke of Bedford, the British regent in France. The attendant behind him was holding a white flag symbolizing "truce".

Lothar and Jeanne looked at each other and smiled.

He patted Jeanne's shoulder lightly and whispered: "Look, we won. That idiot Beford is coming to surrender to us."

Jeanne's lips moved slightly.

"Your Majesty, is this a dream?"

Lothar looked at the familiar expression on her face for a moment. The youthful and immature part faded away, and she was exactly the same as Jeanne in later generations.

He seemed to understand something and said with a smile: "Just treat this as true, okay?"

Jeanne's lips moved slightly, as if she said something, but she didn't.

In my ears, the system beep sounded.

You successfully led the army and defeated the British and Burgundian coalition forces, completing the simulation of the script "Hundred Years' War".

Rating: Glory and peace be to you, King Charles, and to you eternal praise. The furious enemy has been defeated; blessed by the words and laws of Christ, your deeds have restored a kingdom that had endured a deep crisis.

The scene in front of Lothar gradually became blurry.

Lines of small words appeared before his eyes:

Ending: You negotiate with the Duke of Befort and the Duke of Philippe in the city of Reims. The Duke of Befort wanted to cover up the rebellion of the Duke of York, but you directly pointed it out, and the situation of the negotiation directly turned against you.

In the end, the British and Burgundian coalition paid a huge ransom and withdrew from the city of Reims.

You were crowned again in the city of Reims and officially became the monarch of all France. After your victory in this battle, you rested for half a year and reached an understanding with Philip, Duke of Burgundy.

He tore up the so-called contract and launched a war to regain lost territory against Britain, which was in the midst of a civil war.

Two years later, you led your army through the Burgundian territory of Flanders Wallonia and recaptured Calais, the only remaining British stronghold on the continent.

All France was restored.

People give you the honorific title of "Sun King".

However, after the war, your most trusted friend, Jeanne Darc, gave up your title to her, left France, and began to travel around.

You get an epic template:

Name: (Sun King) Lothar von Habsburg

Quality: Epic (five stars)

Level: 10

Titles: Count of Transjordan, Baron of Hebron, Baron of Yogurtsburg.

Official title: Grand Master of the Royal Order of Jerusalem

Occupation: Lord

Affiliated power: Kingdom of Jerusalem.

Attendants: Prajna, Hans von Sego, Fringilla Tepes, Blacksmith Mallus, Dervish Uldin, Knight of Glory Jeanne Darc

Strength: 11

Agility: 9

Stamina: 16

Stamina: 10

Mental strength: 34

Idle attribute points: (20)

Talents: [Two Lifetimes] [Dragon Bloodline] [Stone] [Blood Magic Specialization] [Beast Intuition]

God bless our king Charles: Heavenly Father bless you, great king! When you are a ruler, your luck will receive a small bonus, and all conspiracies against you will be difficult to produce the desired effect.

Order Knight: You can get a quota to convert any soldier into an Order Knight every day, and this quota can be accumulated. (Number of places: 1)

[The Knights of the Order, also known as the Cavalry of the Order, are standing army knights established by King Charles VII of France in order to consolidate the royal power. They are directly under the leadership of the king. They are equipped with sophisticated plate armor, men and horses, and can be called important in the Middle Ages. The culmination of the development of mounted cavalry tactics. 】

Skill: Charge!

[When you, as the commander-in-chief, personally lead the charge, the morale of all the troops under your command will be increased by 20%. 】

Skills: Well trained! It needs to be unlocked in the first stage of elite level.

The King's Arrival: Needs to be unlocked in the second stage of elite level.

Equipment: Shining Cross Sword

In the room, a rich purple light shone.

Lothar opened her eyes and happened to look at Prajna.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at Lothar's bed and sat next to him.

"My lord, you?"

Fringilla looked at Lothar in surprise, wondering why Lothar seemed to be completely transformed just after waking up.

Jeanne hurriedly opened the door and came in.

She hesitated, then tentatively shouted: "Little flag?"

"It's me, my dear Jeanne."

Lothar said softly.

The system's prompt sounds: You have reached a bond with the six-star squire and the glorious knight Jeanne Darc, and your intimacy has been raised to "best friend".

Activate the special bond: the friendship between king and minister [When you and Jeanne are on the same battlefield, you and Jeanne can both choose to suffer a fatal damage for the other party]