The Martial Unity

As he ran, Leonel squeezed his still wet flexible armor on. Its black fabric flexed, clinging tightly to his body. Luckily, he hadn't been foolish enough to leave his weapons behind. No matter how uneventful the last month had been, Leonel would never forget that he was in the middle of a Sub-Dimensional Zone.

The idea of time dilation sounded great. Thanks to Zones, Leonel would be able to experience more life than his lifespan dictated, and even train faster than he should. But Zones were not a joke. If the main quest couldn't be accomplished, they'd be stuck here to their deaths. Only then would the Zone open once more to allow another to try.

A Zone wasn't a place that could be taken casually. If there was anything Leonel had learned in the Mayan temple, it was that.

The two, Leonel and Aina, hadn't traveled more than a kilometer from the campsite. It took them less than two minutes to return, finding the group of thousand men quickly organizing.

Leonel got a read on the situation quickly. It seemed that a scout had caught wind of an approaching English army, bearing down on Orleans.

From what Leonel knew, Orleans was one of the first if not the very first battle Joan of Arc had fought in and won. It was an important city on the edge of what remained of French territory and what was once French territory but now English territory. Back then, or what was considered right now, it was unprecedented and skyrocketed her fame upward.

However, with such a critical loss, and to a woman no less, it wasn't a surprise that the English would try and take it back as soon as possible. It was just bad luck that this encampment happened to be in their way.

The smart decision was to retreat and send a messenger ahead to warn Joan and Orleans. The encampment had likely already done the latter, but for some reason they weren't doing the first.

"If we retreat now, the common people are finished. We must hold out for as long as we can."

Leonel's gaze flickered. Ultimately, knights were still nobles. Though France had run into a problem of lacking enough land to consecrate these knights properly during this era, this fact still remained. How rare was it for a noble to care about the common people in this time?

'I've never heard of this General Franck before, likely because his name had been washed out of history maybe due to this very act here. But his actions are commendable…'

Leonel looked toward Aina. "I'm going to help them. You're a front line fighter so you'll be at too much risk if you jump into such a lopsided fight, just stay next to me."

Leonel was well aware that both he and Aina had surpassed the limit of humans, but they weren't gods. They still got tired, they could still get injured, and they were more than susceptible to overwhelming numbers.

Aina looked toward Leonel blankly for a moment before shaking her head.

"If you don't want me to die, then you'll just have to put a bit of extra effort into covering for me."

Her voice still carried the same gentleness, but it had an unyielding command to it. Leonel felt that her will was far stronger than his own.

Leonel closed his eyes. If they were open, it would be possible to see a deep flicker within them.

"General Franck. Do you have any siege engineers with you? Or any who have experience working with them?"

"Well… yes. We need a few to properly fortify our encampment."

"Good. Give them to me and a few men to chop down some wood. You build your defenses."

Quite frankly, the general was much too scared of Leonel to refuse.

In fact, it was ridiculously easy. They could easily complete the three of them Leonel asked

the trees the engineers need, continue and build at least

"Cheval de frise?"

such a thing not been invented yet? Without the proper experience, finishing 50 like he hoped

a flash, he had an idea that could

bathed in, he borrowed an ax and cut down a thin tree with a diameter no larger than

swiftly, leading

those portions widthwise into fourths. In the end,

chip away at both ends of these pieces. Eventually, they ended up looking like double headed spears, albeit much thicker than

in their path. Even if the calvary men are aware

do exactly as I did

the double ended spears he created into the soil at an angle, just about a foot

just like this in sets of three. Work in lines that cover the battle in a systematic way. Between every set of three, leave about two meters of space. And lay out a single line to

first line, or else the enemy can just charge straight through the gaps. Make it

"Do you understand?"

work. They were a bit skeptical of how just laying down spikes could stop a calvary, but much like their general, they were too scared

so he had asked for very little. But he had underestimated their

over the horizon, marching under the high sunlight

of miles, they have no choice but to come through here… The encampment itself was already chosen to be on a small

to the top of a

had asked the siege engineers to build. It was nothing but a

was a great

he could work faster to complete what he had asked of the Frenchmen, but he had spent all of this time forming thousands of spears. He hadn't had the luxury

many weapons with them. He could only make them on

this was all he could fit without impeding his throwing motion. The space was quite small, only about a meter and a half in width and

wooden spear,

such a poorly weighted weapon. But there hadn't been time to build any stabilizers for them. He could only rely on

on their faces when they noticed the numbers before them. There were 20 000 of them, yet the enemy wanted to

ground were incredibly conspicuous, but what did little branches in the ground

"FORM UP!"

to the Frenchmen. They gripped their weapons and shields tightly to the point their knuckles went white beneath their

was when it

with her back facing them. Her demeanor was almost lackadaisical, a massive ax dragging across the ground

God is right before us. Slay her here and take revenge for

fallen brothers!!" The roar was

even touch the battlefield, let alone taking the vanguard alone. Coupling that with the poor information circulation ability of this era, and it was

misunderstanding gave the enemy a morale

inexperienced…'

"CHARGE! FOR OUR BROTHERS!"