Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 89 Rekindled Hope

The city is broken!
The news, true or false, spread throughout the city in a very short time, and everyone was running wildly, shouting:

"The West Gate has been breached! The Britons have entered the city!"

"Master Aramis died in battle! He was shot and killed by the British!"

"Marshal Lediguiere was also killed, and the west gate was completely broken."

"There are still people resisting in Ximen, everyone come with me! Go support Ximen!"

"Why is only Lord Aramis going to fight, but the other two?"

"The royal family has already run away, everyone should run away too."

When the news reached the North Gate, it immediately caused chaos.

Some people ran around like headless chickens, some knelt down and howled, and some began to curse.

Many people gave up fighting and wanted to escape down the city wall and rush into the city. A fierce conflict broke out between them and the military law team.

"The city is ruined! The Brits are not attacking us anymore, we still have a fart here! Let us go back!"

"Those are all rumors! Everyone is a soldier and must obey orders. The generals are discussing countermeasures. Don't mess around!"

"Everyone, follow me! These are the only people, and our family members are all in the city. Whoever blocks us now is our enemy!"

"Don't be impulsive! My wife and children are also in the city. I am as anxious as you, but only by driving the British back can we truly protect our family!"

"Don't listen to him, the British guy is so strong, he can't go back, everyone, follow me."

In the end, a weak block was broken through, and most of the people scattered.

Huotou Camp was also in chaos.

There are scattered debris and running figures everywhere: someone is carrying a sack of flour, rushing out the door; walked out.

No one came to reprimand or restrain him. Even the fat man in charge of the head camp rushed out with two suitcases and disappeared.

But Zhang Ang was not in a hurry to escape. He ran to the warehouse where the grain was stored, and used his ring to frantically take it in, sweeping away the large amount of grain that hadn't been transported away.

Then he climbed the city wall, and the British only attacked for a long time, and then they all retreated, presumably they all rushed to the west gate.

So there were almost no people on the city wall, there were only corpses that had not been transported down, and a few poor wounded lying in a pool of blood, howling and panting.

After a while, Zhang Ang found his target, which was D'Artagnan, who was lying down under a section of battlements, covered in blood, and beside him were the corpses of several British men.

Zhang Ang hurried up, shook him gently, and called, "Master D'Artagnan? Mr. D'Artagnan, are you all right?"

D'Artagnan, however, did not respond.Unwilling to give up, Zhang Ang stretched out his hand to test his breath and pulse. Although it was very weak, it was still there.

He hurriedly tried to lift d'Artagnan on his back, but found it was a bit heavy, so he stripped off all the tattered armor on d'Artagnan's body, and then carried d'Artagnan, who was covered in bandages and dripping with blood. Headed towards his hut.

There was chaos everywhere along the way, shouting, roaring, crying and running crowds everywhere.

With great difficulty, he carried D'Artagnan home, carried him upstairs again, and put him gently on the bed.

Zhang Ang took out all kinds of wound medicines from the ring, including the little red pills that were not used up last time, the few potions that D'Artagnan gave Sophie, and his new lottery. Jiuhua Yulu pills, Tianxiang Intermittent Ointment.

All these medicines, Zhang Ang didn't care whether they were right for the symptoms or not, they were all used on D'Artagnan's body.

After feeding him some water, d'Artagnan's breath calmed down, and his pulse beat a little stronger.

After working for a long time, Zhang Ang was about to go out to find Miss Sophie when D'Artagnan woke up.

Seeing that he was struggling to sit up, Zhang Ang hurried up to stop him, forced him to lie down, and comforted him: "You are seriously injured now, and you need to rest. Don't worry, this side is safe. Take a good rest now and recover from your injuries." , When the strength recovers, I'm going to kill the British guy. The city is in chaos now, and you won't be able to help if you go out. I'll go out to find out the news first, and you can rest here and recuperate."

D'Artagnan gave up struggling, but tears blurred his eyes, his voice was very soft and hoarse, but with infinite grief: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too weak, my gun can't save everyone, and I can't save you." Can't save France."

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From the Arc de Triomphe to the Place de la Concorde behind it, there was a mess of people.

Some are the rout soldiers who retreated from the west gate, some are reinforcements organized by other gates, and some are civilians who volunteered to help, and some remaining officers, the general is trying to organize them for a counterattack.

However, it is too chaotic, some people want to retreat, some people want to go home, some people want to resist, some people want to defend the palace, some people want to counterattack Ximen
Large groups of people huddled together in a mess, no matter how organized the officers and generals were, they could not be united.

At this time, a gorgeous flame rose slowly, condensing into a huge flame rose in mid-air.

This miraculous sight shocked countless people below. Everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at the sky. Everyone knew what it meant, and everyone was full of exciting expectations.

That's a sharpshooter warrior!Protector of France!
In the package of the flame rose, it was a knight in white armor. She slowly took off the mask on her head, revealing a beautiful but resolute and heroic face, and a golden and beautiful long hair.

This turned out to be a female martial saint, a female sharpshooter martial saint that has never appeared in the history of France!
The female Martial Saint in mid-air spoke. She held up the snow-white spear in her hand and shouted loudly. Her voice and her will resounded throughout the city:

"I am Jeanne d'Arc, I am the French sharpshooter! I have never been known, and I have never been revealed. But! Now! I will lead you! I will lead you to drive away the British Go kill those british guys! I will use this spear in my hand to lead you to save France!"

Where there is darkness there is light, and where there is despair there is hope.

The whole square, the whole city is boiling, everyone is shouting her name loudly:
"Jean of Arc!" "Jean of Arc!" "Jean of Arc!".
A turbulent tide formed in an instant, and everyone clenched their weapons tightly, following the blooming flame rose in mid-air, and swept towards the west gate of Paris City.

Night began to fall.

Zhang Ang did not join the crazy wave that swept across the city, but just performed lightness skills and headed straight for the Rose Sword Academy.

On a high hill.

The patriarch in red rubbed the scepter in his hand, looked at the wave sweeping down the mountain with a smile, and issued an order to the rows of Holy See knights standing silently behind him: "Since Your Lady has already started, we Let's act here too."

(End of this chapter)