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This was an enormous power that Joan of Arc should not have possessed.

[The Crown Prince is clearly doing this out of consideration for you.]

...

"Your Excellency Duke Bedford, the entire army is now encamped on the Poidoo Plain, with its back to the port of La Rochelle—should we start the ships docked there?"

at the same time.

Beyond Shinon, in another vast plain opposite the castle where the 'Crown Prince' resided, colorful flags fluttered among the densely packed tents. A middle-aged man in armor stood atop a high watchtower, looking down at his surroundings with sharp eyes that seemed to pierce like an eagle.

Attendants and servants respectfully inquired about his whereabouts.

"Start the ship?" The middle-aged man glanced at him. "Do you also think I'm retreating, Lord Westeros?"

“I dare not—” The man called Westeros immediately lowered his head in reverence and spoke, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

As his personal attendant, he was well aware of the high position and power of the person he served... John of Lancaster, Duke of Bedford, Grand Marshal of the English Army, and also the son of the previous King Henry III of England and the uncle of the current King—the 'Regent' who held immense power in England.

It can be said that in England, the ten-year-old Henry IV was unable to make many judgments or decisions, which were actually made by this high-ranking duke.

Including this time.

Faced with England's repeated defeats in northwestern France, his decision to seize the port of La Rochelle from the west and launch a direct surprise attack on the location of the French Dauphin was also his doing.

He even came here in person—he attached great importance to this operation.

However, when Joan of Arc and Vic's troops arrived at the front, he chose to retreat with his army rather than engage them in direct combat.

This surprised many in the British military.

There were even rumors that the Duke of Bedford was so afraid of the enemy that he wanted to retreat immediately.

"Of course you dare."

The Duke of Bedford was clearly aware of these rumors, and faced with the awe of his subordinates, he directly addressed their thoughts, saying, "I know what you're all thinking."

"On the battlefield, besides surprise attacks, there are also regular troops—Victor Tuval disrupted my arrangements in northern England with an army of three hundred men, and Jeanne Darc's troops conquered the entire Loire River in just six months. These are all surprise attacks, and they are all things I did not expect."

"But similarly, my surprise attack here was something they certainly couldn't have anticipated."

"Your Excellency means..." The servant suddenly realized, as if struck by a sudden inspiration.

“That’s right.” The Duke of Bedford confirmed his prediction: “While the Vic’s army is strong, it is only three hundred strong. Joan of Arc’s command is commendable, but she is still a novice.”

"Right now, I am pressing forward with tens of thousands of troops, several times their strength, without dividing my forces or giving them any opportunity to take advantage."

"That's precisely to force them into a direct confrontation with me—"

"They have their elite troops, and so do I!"

Regardless of whether they are worldly elites.

still...

The 'elites' of the mystical side.

He has everything.

The Duke of Bedford was extremely confident.

He stationed his troops here with tens of thousands of men.

It's like an open pocket, just waiting for the enemy to come at you head-on!

Chapter Sixty-Three: Edmund the Lion, the Magic King

In 1430, the atmosphere in Poidou was somber. The English army, led by the Earl of Bedford, had landed at La Rochelle, a port west of France, after sailing around the English Channel.

Joan of Arc's army and Vic's army both crossed the Loire River, and the two sides faced each other on the vast plains of central and western France.

With an army of less than 20,000, they faced off against an army of tens of thousands, several times their size.

This represents a significant investment of national resources for both countries.

Everyone knows that this war will determine the fate of their respective nations for the next ten years, or even a hundred years.

—The Battle of Poidou: A Major Turning Point in the Hundred Years' War

...

Although you have successfully extricated the Crown Prince from the predicament

But whether it's you, Joan of Arc, or the ministers in Chinon Castle, you all know that if you can't completely defeat the English troops stationed at Poidou, you will eventually be attacked from both sides.

The army then encamped outside the castle of Shinon, where they rested and recuperated for several days.

You once again led your army westward.

[You and Joan of Arc lead three hundred Templar Knights, fully equipped, charging at the forefront.]

"Is that the British army's camp?"

Far away.

After crossing the Loire tributary that Chinon Castle relies on, and marching a hundred miles further, one can see a continuous stretch of colorful flags fluttering in the strong winds blowing from the sea, and a continuous stretch of camps that look as if they are being inhaled by the smoke of an incense burner under the warm afternoon sun.

This area stretches for almost several miles, dividing into several camps that form a pincer movement, allowing for immediate reinforcement of any attack on one camp, thus creating an encirclement.

Furthermore, each camp has strict checkpoints and traps, making it virtually impenetrable.

Lu Kang, riding at the forefront of the Templar Knights, glanced over and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "This Duke Bedford seems to be a master of 'orthodox' tactics."

By not using surprise attacks or launching surprise raids, but instead advancing step by step and steadily building up strength, one can leave virtually no openings.

Although Luca relied mostly on the Templar Knights, whom he had personally trained and who were all comparable to knights, when he roamed north of France, he still managed to attract a lot of attention. From his perspective, none of the northern English officers and generals could compare to the Duke of Bedford before him, even if they were tied up.

In response, Joan of Arc said, "The glory of the Lord is here, and we will surely be able to defeat all powerful enemies head-on—to the glory of France!"

"The glory of 'the Lord'...?"

Lu Kang remained noncommittal, but as his gaze swept over her, he understood that Joan of Arc was right.

Bedford's camp was completely undefended.

It seems that the only way to defeat them is through a direct confrontation.

However, that's not what he's good at.

He was incapable of commanding large-scale battles, whether leading from the front or directing operations from the center.

And this was not part of his duties.

"The rest is up to you, Joan of Arc."

"Please entrust this to me with confidence, and then wait for our shared victory—" the girl replied solemnly, her face no longer showing the look of being trapped in inexplicable emotions she had just had.

Lu Kang smiled and said, "A victory for Joan of Arc."

"It's also a victory for 'Vic'!"

Joan of Arc also smiled.

Her heroic bearing only accentuated her delicate and radiant beauty.

Lu Kang was slightly taken aback.

Then she said, "I will also wait for your victory—and then give you a gift."

“Vic”.

One word fell.

Joan of Arc, holding aloft her fleur-de-lis banner, galloped forward at breakneck speed, followed closely by three hundred Templar Knights, their long spears raised high. Heavy armor, woven from magic, instantly materialized and covered the original armor, its deep color resembling a flowing river from afar. Following them came even more heavily armored cavalry, then lightly armored cavalry flanking them, infantry close behind, archers, and cannons thundering forward propelled by chariots.

If the Duke of Bedford's heavily fortified military camp was a huge, open bag waiting for the enemy to walk in, then the bag could be closed and the enemy trapped.

This victorious French army was like a knife and a sword.

Even a bag made of cast steel would be torn apart and cleaved open before him!

Boom!

There was nothing fancy about it, and no room for any surprise tactics.

Between the vast wilderness and plains.

A war that can only be fought by testing true strength has begun.

Watching the girl's departing figure, Lu Kang savored her bright and beautiful smile and the last words she left behind. He couldn't help but think that this would be an incredible flag in a movie or TV series. However, he believed in Joan of Arc's abilities, her luck, and the Templar Knights he had given her. So he wasn't too worried. He was just looking forward to the gift she had mentioned that she would give him.

Lu Kang remained where he was and did not join the charge.

No words are needed, and no excessive questions are required.

Just like the Battle of Orleans last time.

Joan of Arc understood that Lucan's battlefield this time was still not ahead.

And Lu Kang did indeed sense something.

You moved slowly towards the rear of the British camp, far from the main force and seemingly far from the 'battlefield'.

Those battles, that chaos and disorder, all passed you by.

Ignore you completely.

It's as if you're walking on this earth.

But it feels more like traveling to another corner of the world.

...

Awkward.

The tide rises and falls.

From the highest point of the dock, one can see the entire battlefield.

"The war has begun, and I need to get there—I will not be able to continue receiving you, Your Majesty."

The tall Duke of Bedford, who had been sitting at the main seat of the open-air banquet, slowly stood up and bowed respectfully to the figure in the main seat who was much taller than himself.

"Go, Your Grace."

The figure in the main seat simply waved his hand and casually raised his wine glass: "I look forward to your victorious return."

"We will never let you down."

Bedford smiled and waved, then turned and left.

Only that tall, unseen figure remained, sitting atop the tower on the dock, gazing at the sea and the wind, and also at the fiercely fought battlefield.

"Smoke, dust, fighting and bloodshed—how ugly and disgusting this world is."

He immediately gave a cold laugh.

He spoke coldly: "The truly brutal battles are never bloodless—just like you and me, right?"

"The Tuvar who have reverted to their ancestral ways... a villain who rebels against the king."

“Vic Towar”.

The tall figure looked towards the figure that had emerged from the other side of the battlefield through the thick smoke and was slowly walking up to the top of the tower.

I saw a heavy, black academic robe.

I also saw a pair of deep, dark eyes.

—Vic Touvar.

Your intuition remains consistent and accurate.

You have returned to your battlefield.

You have finally encountered the most powerful enemy you have faced in this simulation so far.

The Magic King Who Came from Afar

"'Lion' Edmund Transberio, I've heard so much about you."

...

While worldly wars rage on, the mysterious battlefield remains unseen.

That was the first meeting between Edmund Transberio, the newly crowned Magic King of the Mystic Side, and Vic Touval, the Uncrowned Lord of France.