Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 78 The Pessimistic Prospect

The news of the war spread throughout the city in a very short period of time, and spread throughout France as the messenger knights rushed out.

The beautiful city of Paris has completely turned into a war machine in motion.

The front of the blacksmith shop was crowded with people, the sound of tinkling iron could be heard endlessly, and the red fire was burning all night long.

The horse market, the leather shop, and even the lumber factory were all full of people, waving golden tickets and purchasing frantically.

The veteran with a scar on his face carefully wiped the weapon in his hand, wiped off the butter, and sharpened the edge.

The resolute young man took out the long-preserved armor, wiped off the dust, and polished it to shine.

The excited boy ran around the city with the money, buying horses and weapons.

The soft and gentle women packed their bags silently, putting in wound medicine, dry food, water bags, clothes and blessings.

The big nobles summoned their subordinates, and the minor nobles prepared to go alone.

And more civilians gathered in front of the conscription point, shouting slogans such as "defend France" and "defend the homeland" to sign up for the army.

Eight years later, the war came to France again, but this time it was not going out to fight and expand its territory, but to suffer aggression and defend the country.

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Night falls.

The small tavern was brightly lit and full of people, and it was much busier than usual.

Everyone was talking, talking about the war loudly, and the air was filled with the blood and pride of the men.

Zhang Ang and Albert were also sitting opposite each other in this tavern.

Albert, who has always been optimistic and cheerful, now has a bit of worry on his face: "Oh, this battle is not easy to fight. I really don't know how many people will die in the end."

Zhang Ang didn't understand: "Is England very strong? Doesn't it mean that there are only three big countries? France is also a big country."

"You don't understand this. It is true that France is one of the three major European countries, but there are also changes and gaps in the strength of the three major countries. Now England is the strongest, followed by Germany, and our France is actually the weakest. Seven years Before the expedition to Spain, how weak Spain was at that time, the throne was vacant, and several heirs were in a group. We didn’t get a bargain, but we lost a lot. One legion was lost, and the others were also seriously injured. , It’s been a few years since I finally recovered. This battle, alas,” Albert sighed.

"Then why did England beat us? Even if they win, they will win miserably." Zhang Ang was a little puzzled.

"We France and England are feuds. We have fought countless wars for hundreds of years. This England is an island country. There is not a day when we don't want to gain a foothold on the mainland. And we France is the country closest to him and the most fertile land. Every time they accumulate enough strength, there will be a war between our two countries. Besides, this generation of England has a protector named Cromwell. He conquered the British Isles. He has made great military achievements and is known as the god of war. In addition, he has great power, eliminates dissidents, and coerces the royal family to make the princes. He is the ruler of England in the de facto sense. He is ambitious. What I want to do is to conquer the mainland and make great achievements. Since I led an army across the sea this time, I must have made all the preparations. This battle is difficult." Albert looked very pessimistic.

"But I think everyone is very motivated, not so pessimistic." Zhang Ang pointed to the people talking and laughing enthusiastically in the hall.

"That's because they don't know the news. What do you think the Musketeers have been catching spies for all these years? Isn't it to cover up the emptiness of our military force and we are not ready yet. But the news must have been hidden, otherwise England I won't be in such a hurry, I'll call as soon as the autumn harvest is over." Albert's voice was a little low.

"Don't be pessimistic. Isn't the musketeer team still have three sharpshooter warriors? It won't let France destroy the country." Zhang Ang comforted.

"We have sharpshooter martial saints. If you think of them, England has no martial saints? They have the famous Knights of the Round Table, and there are several martial saints in it, but I don't know if they dare to send them out." Albert continue.

"What do you mean, it's a war, you don't dare to send it out?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"You don't understand this. It started 18 years ago. At that time, King Arthur, the master of the Knights of the Round Table, ruled England by force. Known as the Juggernaut, he led the entire Knights to the east, preparing to conquer the mainland. But for some reason, he got into trouble with the Holy See, and fought in the English Channel with St. Paul, who had just ascended the Pope's throne. Days and nights. Finally, under the unparalleled iron fist of the Pope, the myth of the Juggernaut’s winning sword was broken, and he was forced to go into seclusion. He swore that the Knights of the Round Table would never set foot on the mainland again. So, In terms of the number of Martial Saints, France should have the upper hand." Albert said eloquently.

"Isn't that our high-end force is stronger than theirs, what are we afraid of?" Zhang Ang didn't understand.

"Wars cannot be won by one or two more martial arts saints. A martial arts saint can rush to the battlefield and rely on his own strength. How much can he kill? You will be tired, you will lose strength, you will be injured, and you will die in battle! It is impossible to determine the victory of a war. You may have some advantages in small-scale battles and conflicts, but this will not change the overall situation. It will truly determine victory. Yes, it’s still the ordinary warriors and soldiers who have the most numbers. And these, we are completely at a disadvantage.” Albert was still a little pessimistic.

"This is not necessarily true. It is not uncommon in history to defeat the strong with the weak, and to win the many with the few. Moreover, we are fighting in the local area. Everyone has a passion for defending the home and the country. If there is a good commander, there will be some Maybe defeat the English invaders." Zhang Ang expressed his understanding.

"Hehe, what a good commander? We don't have any good commanders in France now. A few generals: the Duke of Biron, a big straw bag, a muscular body, very strong, but no brains, only know how to be reckless. The Duke of Lediguiere, also He has some abilities, and his ability to train soldiers is good, but that’s all. Marquis Turenne, I have never seen him do anything serious except gossip with other noble ladies. Villar, the only one of civilian origin, It can be considered that he has fought a few good battles, but he has no big picture, and he is only at the level of commanding small-scale battles. Not to mention His Majesty, he is proficient in painting, jewelry, and concerts. It can be seen from the scene a year ago, it was really difficult for him." Albert commented one by one without any respect.

"According to what you said, we are doomed? France is about to be destroyed?" Zhang Ang couldn't believe it.

"That's not necessarily the case, unless um... well, forget it, it's impossible at all. Anyway, if the English army really comes to Paris, I will die on the wall." Albert put the table on the table. He drank the wine in one gulp, with a determination on his face that Zhang Ang had never seen before.

(End of this chapter)