My chat group is so weird

The maiden beside him also came over, crossed her arms, and looked at Mo Wang coldly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone: "Mr. Mo Wang, your behavior is indeed inappropriate. As a Master, you should always maintain etiquette and demeanor, and not do this to your Servant casually."

"Oh, it was just a hug? That's pretty normal in France, right? Don't you think so, Miss Jeanne?"

At this time, Mo Wang said to Joan of Arc who was standing beside him.

"Ah ha ha."

At this moment, Joan of Arc didn't know how to respond.

Although hugging is very normal in France, her heart told her that Mo Wang definitely had no good intentions just now.

"Ahem, Mr. Mowang, compared to this matter, what should we do next?"

After deciding to join Mo Wang's team, Joan of Arc quickly positioned herself in the right role.

"Oh, what else can I do?"

"Of course, we'll go to Marseille first, and then go find the French army."

Mo Wang said this at this time.

Chapter 173: No traitor, here are some French jokes.

"According to the soldiers' previous intelligence, the nearest French troops should be in La Charité."

"But sir, what are we going to do with the French soldiers?"

At this time, Mashu asked Mo Wang in confusion.

However, Mashu now showed a puzzled expression as to why Mo Wang wanted to find the French army.

"Of course I'm going to find the Marshal. What else could I do?"

At this moment, Mo Wang said as a matter of course, "I can't possibly be going to the French army to be cannon fodder, right?"

"Are you talking about Gilderley? Isn't he a villain? Why are you looking for him in the French army?"

After listening to Mo Wang's words, Shi Niang also began to feel confused.

What is the connection between the French army and these two people, Gilles?

"Are you idiots? Of course it's because the Marshal of this era is still alive."

Mo Wang, who had read the script, of course knew that Marshal Jian was still alive and well at this point in time. Not only that, he was now one of the main commanders who specifically rebelled against his future self and the Dragon Witch.

Although Marshal Sword's strength is that of an ordinary three-star servant, it is completely inadequate in this singularity where monsters are everywhere.

But who can blame the fact that the current marshals in France are basically the few who can show off their combat effectiveness?

In this country that will not surrender only under the leadership of women and dwarfs, Marshal Jian has withstood the pressure for more than half a year, which is quite good.

"You, you're not planning to find Gildre of this era and have him kill your current version of yourself, are you?"

At this time, Red A could tell at a glance what Mo Wang was thinking.

Based on his understanding of Mo Wang, this guy probably wants to play out a scenario where his past self and future self fight each other.

"Wow? I didn't expect you to improve a bit, Red A. Don't you think this script is interesting?"

"What a joke!"

Hong A knew that there was definitely no good thing happening when Mo Wang did these things.

How could this joy monster possibly do something so meaningless?

In other words, he had given up on killing his past self. Otherwise, he really suspected that one day he would see Mo Wang summon his past self again, and then let the two of them fight each other.

"So, Senior, what you mean is to let that French marshal deal with your future self?"

Although Mo Wang's words were full of joy, fortunately Mashu was able to understand the meaning of Mo Wang's words.

"Of course. After all, the person who knows you best is yourself."

"But that's only half the reason. The other half is that I just want to find some cannon fodder to deal with those flying dragons."

At this time, Mo Wang continued.

"Cannon, cannon fodder?"

At this time, Joan of Arc looked a little embarrassed when she heard Mo Wang's words. After all, those French soldiers were once her subordinates.

Being called cannon fodder by Mo Wang is really a bit...

"What else? The French troops' fighting power is so weak that I'd even use them as cannon fodder."

At this moment, Mo Wang didn't care about the strange looks from Charlemagne and Joan of Arc beside him, and directly complained, "How's the saying? No one can occupy Paris before the French surrender."

"Don't you have any idea how weak the French army's combat effectiveness is?"

Just mentioning the French army, a lot of French jokes emerged in Mo Wang's mind.

Things like: "The French are invincible because no one can defeat a single French soldier before they surrender." "If the Guinness World Record had a challenge for the fastest time to get 100,000 people to raise their hands simultaneously, the record holder would definitely be the French Army."

Wait a minute.

Although most of these jokes were made during World War II and were mostly made by British netizens, the reality is that since the death of Joan of Arc, the French generals have indeed been getting worse with each generation.

Until modern times, it is really hard to describe France's combat effectiveness. To sum it up, it can never defeat anyone.

He never even hit the relative who had always been at odds with him.

If France had become stronger even once, it would not have become an activity that the whole world loves to watch in the future.

Although Joan of Arc and Charlemagne were very angry about Mo Wang's words.

But for a moment I didn’t know how to refute Mo Wang.

"But, even if that's the case, we can't use them as cannon fodder, right?"

Joan of Arc couldn't help but say at this time.

"Don't worry, young lady. Even if we're cannon fodder, we can't lump it all together."

"As my cannon fodder, Mo Wang, I will be at least a bit more advanced, so you can rest assured."

"Can this kind of thing be assured?"

At this time, Joan of Arc had a bad premonition. She always felt that by joining in, she seemed to have entered a bottomless pit.

Although I don’t know what Mo Wang wants to do, it seems that there is no way at the moment. I can only follow Mo Wang and others all the way to the end.

……

Meanwhile, Lasharittai.

The general defending the city at this moment was looking at the burning city in front of him with despair.

The scene before him clearly told him that they were finished.

"Why, why did you let us suffer such a terrible thing!"

At this moment, in the city, an unimaginably huge dragon was spewing flames.

The flying dragons circling in the sky were like the devil's minions, constantly attacking the humans below.

The saint who was once regarded as a hero by the French people was now looking at the city below with a chilling laugh on her face.

"Marshal, let's retreat quickly! We are no match for that witch!"

At this time, the soldiers under his command hurriedly spoke to Marshal Jian who was in the city.

As the current commander-in-chief of the French army, Marshal Sword attempts to confront the Dragon Witch head-on in this city.

However, Marshal Jian found that he had miscalculated greatly.

Jeanne d'Arc, who has become a ghost of revenge, is no longer a match for humans.

Especially the giant dragon under her feet, which is simply a product of mythology.

Fafnir, in Norse mythology, was a dwarf who transformed into a dragon to guard the treasure and was eventually killed by Siegfried.

A simple life does not mean weakness. As a true pure-blooded dragon, it has a huge size that a wyvern does not have, poisonous dragon breath that a wyvern does not have, as well as true oppression.

There is no doubt that the servant may just be an illusion constructed by magic, but this dragon is real.

In front of a real dragon, even most servants cannot cause any harm to it, let alone these ordinary soldiers.

"Joan of Arc, have you really betrayed this country?"

At this moment, Jill looked deeply at the girl standing on the dragon's head.

Summoned as a sword rank, he knew exactly what kind of guy he would become in the future.

But he never imagined that Joan of Arc, the only light in his heart, would one day become like this and even destroy France.

This blow to Marshal Jian made him more desperate than the city in front of him.

"marshal!"

At this time, the soldiers urged Jian Jier.

If they don't leave now, they will probably be wiped out here.

"Wait a little longer! Please, there are still people who haven't evacuated from here."

At this time, Marshal Jian spoke to the soldiers around him as if begging, and then he drew the sword at his waist and killed the flying dragon not far away.

Marshal Sword's footsteps were heavy but resolute, his figure standing out against the burning city. The roar of flying dragons echoed from all directions, flames and thick smoke obscuring the sky, as if doomsday had arrived. In the streets, civilians fled in terror, their cries and screams mingling to create a scene of hell.

"Quick! Run over there! Don't stop!"

Marshal Sword pointed his sword at an alleyway not yet engulfed by flames and shouted commands to the panicked crowd. His voice was hoarse but powerful, as if it had become the only spiritual support in this desperate moment.

However, flying dragons are far faster than humans. Several of them swooped down from low altitude, their maws wide open and their sharp claws slashing at the fleeing civilians. Marshal Jian's eyes glared, and he exerted force on his feet, shooting out like an arrow.

"Get out of here!"

He roared, and the sword in his hand drew a silver arc of light, accurately slashing at the neck of a flying dragon. The dragon's screams abruptly stopped, and its huge body fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Marshal Jian didn't pause, his movements flowing like water, as if he had already become one with the sword in his hand. A second dragon attacked from the side, and he quickly sidestepped, thrusting his sword upwards, piercing the dragon's abdomen. Scalding dragon blood splattered on his armor, making a sizzling sound, but he paid it no mind, turning to face the third dragon.

"Go! Don't look back!"

As he fought, he shouted to the civilians behind him, his voice filled with unquestionable authority, as if he was the only source of order in this chaotic battlefield.

However, the number of flying dragons was simply too great. Despite Marshal Jian's desperate efforts, countless dragons still circled in the air, ready to swoop down at any moment. His strength gradually drained away, and his breathing became rapid. Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his clothes, but he remained undeterred.

“It’s not enough… it’s not enough!”

He gritted his teeth and swung the sword in his hand again, cutting a flying dragon that was trying to attack him in half. However, another flying dragon took the opportunity to attack from behind, and its sharp claws directly scratched his shoulder armor, and blood instantly dyed his shoulder red.

Marshal Jian groaned and stumbled, but he quickly regained his balance. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the pain and continue fighting. He knew he couldn't fall, at least not yet.

"For France..."

He murmured softly, as if to encourage himself. His eyes became more determined, and the sword in his hand swung again.

At that moment, a massive flying dragon swooped down from the sky, swooping down upon a group of civilians who hadn't yet fled. Marshal Jian's pupils shrank, and he suddenly exerted force on his feet, charging out like a cannonball. His sword blade shone brightly in the air, slicing directly at the dragon's wings.

"Give me - stop!"

His roar was filled with endless rage and determination. The dragon's wings were severed, and its massive body lost its balance, tumbling heavily to the ground. However, the blow had also exhausted Marshal Jian's remaining strength, and he fell to one knee, gasping for breath.

"marshal!"

The soldiers in the distance cried out in surprise when they saw this scene. They wanted to rush over to support, but were blocked by more flying dragons.

Marshal Jian raised his head and looked at the swarm of flying dragons still circling in the sky, a bitter smile on his face. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. But even so, he still didn't give up.

"At least...save one more person..."

He struggled to stand up and raised the sword again, but his arms were shaking and his vision was blurry.

After all, Marshal Jian’s strength was still too weak.

Facing these endless enemies, he has used up his last bit of strength.

Just when he was almost in despair, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Jill, you've done a great job."

Marshal Jian was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around. He saw a girl in white armor. She held a banner in her hand, her gaze gentle yet determined.

"Joan of Arc..."

Marshal Jian's voice trembled a little, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.