The Martial Unity

[You guys are gonna kill me. Bonus chapter for 400 powerstones. From next reset onward, it'll be 200 powerstones per bonus chapter so that I don't collapse *runs away in tears*]

The English were roaring with fighting spirit. The truth of the matter was that they had suffered successive losses over the last few months. It was to the point where they might be kicked out of France entirely at this rate. However, their morale was still raging.

The reason for this was simple. They refused to lose to such an enemy and they were the true elites of the English army.

They had been hearing stories about Joan for almost a year now. The idea that a woman was the one putting their armies in such a sorry state was a great humiliation to them. It was simply going against the will of God.

Of course, the English had no idea that the real reason their morale was so high wasn't due to their own will at all.

On the castle walls, two men stood side by side. They wore silver armor and the English flag was painted on their shoulder guards. Both swept indifferent gazes at the roaring men on the tall walls and cold sneers toward the approaching French army in the distance led by a woman with flowing black hair and her knights.

"How is it, Reimond? Is she as much of a beauty as you thought she'd be?"

One of the previously expressionless men grinned, sizing up Joan. If others saw how he was acting, they would definitely be shocked. After all, he spoke about Joan as though she was right in front of him and he could see her every detail. However, she was easily over a kilometer away. If it wasn't for the size of the approaching army and their high vantage point, it would be difficult to make out even her gender, let alone how beautiful she was.

"You like used goods that much?"

"How do you know she's used goods?!" The man rebutted.

"The Bishop is our savior, but he isn't a Saint. If he really let her go, he might as well castrate himself."

The man paused and seemed to think that this made sense.

seeking her out to be my

glanced at the man but didn't say anything in response. It was only after Joan had crossed the kilometer mark that

There's something wrong with the

with Reimond wasn't because he was no fun, but rather due to his ability. It was an ability that made it hard for him not to

might be some variables." Reimond continued. "We should

disappeared and

through the battlefield as he took his longbow from his back as slammed its lion shaped edge to the

almost three meter tall form was held in his left hand,

French army was

Seven

of horses made it seem like the skies might collapse

up a defensive line! Ready the cannons! Shieldmen forward!"

the French crossed

night had descended, a vast expanse of black covering the skies like hand enveloped the lands followed by the sound of the winds being

weren't slow. They reacted to Joan's commands, bringing the shieldmen forward to block the

"Towers!" Joan roared.

power

they flowed like the water of a rushing river. Nothing was rushed and everything was organized. If a war historian of Leonel's time were to witness such a scene, they would be shocked beyond belief. It simply wasn't possible for an army even of modern

needs to look toward the faint golden glow of the large French flag in Joan's hands to understand

"FIre!"

roared once more and a second

jobs as well as they could, how could it be possible

the cries of pain and closed one's eyes, the sound of arrows piercing skin was