And a few villagers who are closer to the girl and want to save trouble simply call her Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc is a term for some purpose, but in this era, virtue is a title of praise, representing advanced, noble, reverent and chaste, and Joan of Arc is not disgusted...... The young girl or the porridge praised.

Although she is a girl from Tunzi, Joan of Arc's family is relatively well-off, with a father who is an official in the village and runs a farm of about 50 acres, like a stupid daughter of a landlord's family. But Tunzi's simple atmosphere did not make Joan of Arc raise any princess disease, but was kind to people, and was deeply liked by the villagers, but it was only a sixteen-year-old girl, and it would also seem a little playful.

Of course, that doesn't mean she's lazy.

Although she sneaked out of the farm behind her mother's back, she had already done her share of work before then.

Soon after, Joan of Arc came to a small stream next to the farm, the river was well matched, and the location was relatively hidden, and it was rarely visited when she lived in peace, but Joan of Arc looked around a few times carefully, and only after making sure that there was no one around, did she take off her clothes and go into the river.

Stimulated by the extremely cold river water, the girl screamed comfortably, but soon she realized something, quickly covered her mouth, and quietly enjoyed the cold water cleaning after a busy day.

Because the Black Death raged in Europe a hundred years ago, it broke out intermittently for decades, and the nobles of the countries issued orders prohibiting casual bathing, but this kind of harsh order was finally not borne by all people, especially in the countryside like this, the weather was hot, and the impact of the Black Death had gradually faded in the past few decades...... Joan of Arc is one of them.

But after every bath, she would go to church to confess to the priest as if she had made a mistake.

Joan of Arc sat in the stream with her eyes closed, her blonde hair unrestrained and scattered behind her, droplets of water splashed by her hands on the ends of her hair, glistening in the reflection of the sunset.

"It's so comfortable, sure enough, or the life of Tunzi is the best, I really don't know why so many people preach the use of big cities, and there are still wars in them." The girl muttered to herself as she wiped her body, she knew that her country was at war, and that it might have been going on for a long time, but that kind of thing was so far away from her that she thought she would never meet it in her life, and she could not imagine what it would be like.

I will probably be like my mother, when I reach the right age, I will marry unilaterally in the village, and then have children in the countryside until I die...... Although it seems to be good, I always think that there is something lacking?

"Ah, the sun has set!"

Thinking about it, when she came back to her senses, Joan of Arc found that a lot had passed, and with an exclamation, she immediately got up from the river, came to the shore, took off her handkerchief from her pocket and dried herself, then put on her clothes, and ran quickly towards home...... I was so in a hurry that I forgot to tie my hair.

"It's miserable, I didn't expect to spend so much time, even if I run back now, I won't be able to catch up with the lecture on confession, and my mother will find out...... I'm bound to be scolded. ”

The girl said worriedly, but the speed under her feet became faster, as if she had become a kamikaze girl Joan of Arc.

However, just as she was approaching the country, she saw a different smell in the air, and the sound of filling and violent, and in the distance, she could even see the black smoke rising above the country, which made her feel extremely uneasy.

"Could it be that there was a misfire?"

Joan of Arc was half right, and when the familiar countryside appeared in her eyes, she was greeted by a fire that covered almost half of the village, and the screams of the villagers came one after another. But the fire was not an accident, for a small number of eyed men were scurrying through the countryside, wearing heavy armor and riding majestic swords, swinging their serpent spears and sharp swords, shouting as they drove out the villagers.

"Don't ......"

A white man fell to the ground in the process of escaping, instinctively trying to beg for mercy from the pursuers behind him, but before he could say two words, his chest was pierced by a snake spear, blood burst out, and then he fell to the ground with a painful expression, motionless.

And the assailant walked away and continued to carry out the next killing.

Joan of Arc covered her mouth, tears flowed from her eyes, she knew the Bai Chau, who lived not far from her house, a very kind old man, who planted a few fruit trees at home, and every year when the fruit was ripe, he would personally give her a little to eat, saying that it was a gift for the lovely Joan of Arc.

And now, this kind old man has been killed in idleness, just like the livestock raised by the family.

In addition to this, she saw more corpses, all of whom she usually knew.

The people around me are dead!

"Hmm......"

Joan of Arc felt a churn in her belly, she wanted to cry but couldn't, she wanted to vomit but couldn't, and the intense feeling of nausea made her almost faint.

She wanted to rush up and scold the assailants to stop them, but her trembling body didn't give her the slightest strength to take that step.

Fight!

Joan of Arc recognizes that this is the battle!

I thought that the battle was incomparably far away from me, but I didn't expect it to be so close, it turned out that the battle was so cruel, people would die at the slightest touch, and it turned out that it was possible to kill others at will without guilt.

What about father and mother?

Soon, Joan of Arc thought of her parents, where were they in such a battle? Is it still alive?

Joan of Arc stepped forward and wanted to run home......

"Joan of Arc, remember, if there is a fight in the village, you run inside, don't go back to the village, run better and better, you know?"

It was then that Joan of Arc remembered what her father had always told her.

Don't go back to the village, run away!

The thought that arose in her heart was uncontrollable, and she knew that she was tired, and even if she returned home, she could do nothing, but how could she escape, how could she ignore it...... Running away or going home, the girl who hesitated at both ends of the scale finally froze in place.

Until a bold voice sounded.

It was a team of horses, and when he saw Joan of Arc and this young and pretty girl, he immediately rushed over with an obscene smile.

Crash!

It was about the instinct of life that came to life at this moment, and almost at the moment when she came to her senses, Joan of Arc turned around and ran quickly towards the forest from which she came.

Although she only had two legs, and the enemy on the back was four-legged, the terrain on this side was not conducive to horses running, and she was doubly familiar with the way, and it was not long before she gradually threw off her pursuers.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up, the horse team cursed a few times unhappily, turned the horse's head, and continued to kill the village.

Joan of Arc didn't know that the pursuers had said goodbye, and she kept running until she lost all her strength, and then she fell to the ground with a pop, crying and sobbing silently.

Why...... Why is this happening?

What did the people of the village do wrong, and why were they brutally killed?

Fighting, is it such a horrible thing?

If people don't resist, they can't live, but what should I do to resist?

I'm just a girl with no skills......

"Lord!" In the forest, Joan of Arc knelt on the ground, as she usually did in repentance, clasped her hands into fists on her chest, and prayed reverently to heaven, "Is it really permissible for the English to take the initiative to start a battle and kill innocent people at will?" If not, give me the strength to resist, and for that I am glad to suffer any price...... Please, Lord! ”

There was a moment of silence, as if Joan of Arc's prayer had not been answered.

But, just as Joan of Arc was ruined.

An old and calm voice suddenly sounded, "The Lord is good, and the Lord has mercy on all people, and even the enemy is forgiving, and if you are sincere, you can forgive your enemies, and the Lord will bless you." ”

"Lord, is that you?" Joan of Arc's eyes widened, and she asked the sky incredulously.

"The Lord is everywhere, the Lord ......"

"Lord Nima! , God! Without waiting for the old voice to finish speaking, another strong voice sounded in the sky, "Don't fool people with your set of philosophy, repay if you have kindness, repay revenge, blood debt must be paid by blood, the true meaning of the mortal world, do not move to reason, where you are cold, this girl is mine!" ”

"Ah...... It turned out that when the saint came, the old clumsy led away. ”

Soon, the old voice was gone.

Joan of Arc knelt on the ground in a daze, looking up at the sky, looking confused.

She prayed to heaven, but she didn't really expect the Lord to answer her, how could such a huge figure as the Lord, who had never even seen the priest, appear for herself such a useless little girl. Therefore, when the voice of the Lord sounded in the air, she was so excited that she almost fainted, and even thought it was her own delusion.

Although the Lord's will was different from her heart's desire, it was the Lord!

But what happened next left Joan of Arc completely confused, two voices? Two masters?

Judging from the conversation, what the old voice in front of her said was that the priest and the church continued to preach the doctrine of the Lord, which was no different from what she usually heard, then he should be the Lord. However, the young voice on the back scared the old man in front of him away, and it seemed to be stronger, and the Lord is omnipotent, and he will never bow his head to power, so it seems that the one on the back should be the Lord.

So, which one is the Lord?

"Lord, are you still there?" After a moment of silence, Joan of Arc couldn't help but ask at the empty forest.

No matter which one is the Lord, what she is most worried about now is that the Lord is angry with herself and disappears again.

"Yes, don't worry, I'll put on a dress first." The young voice spoke, but the tone was a little urgent, as if muttering to himself, muttering in a low voice, "Damn, Alayah, this tease, you don't know how to change clothes for me when you send me over, that will affect the city's appearance and the lord's strictness, and now I have to make it ...... by myself."

Joan of Arc: "......"

What is the Lord saying?

Although I can understand it, I don't seem to understand it very well.

After a while, a translucent figure was finally spotted in front of Joan of Arc.

Is this the legendary Lord?

Joan of Arc stared blankly at the figure in front of her, twice as young and handsome as she imagined, looking like the little brother next door, and the clothes on her body were different from those painted in the church, and she always felt that she was ...... Ah, negligence, negligence!

When the girl's heart only had such a trace of doubt, she immediately shook her head in her heart and repented, how could she question the Lord? The Lord is wise, the Lord is omnipotent, and how can a mortal understand what the Lord looked like when he came into the world.

So Joan of Arc soon reverently said, "Lord, please save the people around you in the village." ”

"Let me save people as soon as you come up...... Well, you start by telling me what's going on. Huang Zheng said as he lowered his head and looked at his body, this translucent body was really a little uncomfortable, it looked like a ghost, even if he stood on the ground, he didn't have a down-to-earth touch.

But when it comes to returning, is this the living Joan of Arc in front of you? It's really a silly and sweet village girl.

Huang Zheng looked at the girl in front of him, but Joan of Arc didn't dare to look directly at the Lord's gaze, and quickly lowered his head, and then said: "Lord, those sinister British people started a battle casually in order to occupy the territory of France, and even the innocent villagers were killed. ”

"A hundred years of fighting between Britain and France, although when I learned about the peculiarities, I realized that most of the problems were here......" Huang Zheng muttered to himself, in the period of time when mankind experienced a gag but stopped, even the previous years were vague, so that he could not see what happened to the frustration points of the hundred years of battle, and even the unilateral existence of Joan of Arc became extremely weak.

And now, he has been transported to this place, and the first unilateral type he encounters is Joan of Arc, as a saint, even in the original experience, she has a pivotal position, and is undoubtedly the central figure in the truncated experience.

"Look up." The Emperor's solemn voice rang in Joan of Arc's ears.

The girl's body trembled slightly, and she looked up at Huang Zheng almost instinctively.

"You want to rescue the villagers?"

"Yes!"

"Do you know how to rescue them?"

"This ......"

Joan of Arc froze for a moment, she had not thought about it at all before this, but she could not say such a thing as asking the Lord for help, that she could listen to the voice of the Lord and see that the Lord was once very lucky, and that more extravagance would be excessive.

"If it's just to drive away the enemy in your country, it's easy for me, but is that convenient? Even if this country is saved because of me, it will not be able to defend itself when I leave. Even if I destroy all the enemies in the country, one day in the future, new enemies will be discovered, and not only this village...... Do you know what the greatest original sin in the world is? ”

Joan of Arc shook her head blankly, "What is it?" ”

"It's weak!" Huang Zheng said sharply, "Weakness is the biggest original sin in this world, because you are weak, the strong can abuse your life and body at will, and trample on your solemnity and soul at will." Because of the weakening of your country, the strong nation will occupy your land and kill the citizens of your country, just like a hungry wolf will hunt down a weakened rabbit, but will never dare to move a waking lion. ”

"If you want to save your village, you have to come from the source, and what is the source? Was it a battle between Britain and France? Is it the desire for rights and interests on the surface of the aristocracy? Or is it the greed of the people? ”

"Neither!"

"The greed of the people can be suppressed by the threat of death, and the desire for rights and interests can be suppressed by the power of strength, and when your country has the invincible army of the world, no country will dare to fight against you again! So is it clear to you? When your country grows strong enough to ignore all invaders, no army will dare to kill your country. ”

Hearing this, Joan of Arc was already dumbfounded.

As a sixteen-year-old girl who grew up in Tunzi, she usually heard the most about the farm, what the current year's harvest was, which cow had given birth to calves, all on the fifty-acre farm, and the farthest that would not cross the village of Dongremi. Even in the church, what the priest says every day is just how the Lord has mercy on the people, how great the Lord is, and so on, which are as far as legends.

And now, what Huang Zheng said seems to have opened the door to a new world.

In her mind, she could almost dream that a world-invincible army rushed to the battlefield, driving all the invaders out of the country, and making all the invaders fearful. The power of strengthening ensures that the country will not be violated again, and that the countryside will no longer be poisoned, and everyone who is interested in peace can live and work in peace and contentment.

That kind of world, ah......

At this moment, Joan of Arc finally became clear about what she thought she was lacking and what she really wanted to do.

Rush to the battlefield and defend your hometown!

These eight words echoed in her mind, and the blood in her body seemed to be boiling, making her want to immediately ride a war horse, hold high the flag, and lead the invincible army in the world, but ......

Soon, Joan of Arc's head drooped with fatigue again.

"But, I'm just a village girl, how can I have that kind of skill."

"Isn't that me?" Huang Zheng smiled slightly, took out the true color of the paper and sheep's hair from the translucent body, and handed it to Joan of Arc, "There are two copies of the left coupon here, the former is a deed of sale, and the latter is a long contract, just take one and sign it, Joan of Arc." ”

"Huh?"

Joan of Arc was stunned at the moment, and after reading the two copies of the left coupon book for a long time, she finally raised her head, and said aggrieved and frustrated, "I can't read......

"Oh, I missed it, so I'll read it to you...... After you sign the previous deed of sale, you will receive the Lord's constant protection, and the Lord's power will be with you whenever and wherever you are, but as a price, you will always serve by the Lord's side, whether life or death. And the long covenant on the back, it will also bring you the Lord's protection, but every time you use the Lord's power, you need to hold a necessary ceremony, and the deadline of the left coupon is also until your life is over, in other words, when you die, the Lord will no longer protect you, and you will no longer have to serve the Lord...... The two left coupons are in no particular order, but only one can be signed. ”

After that, Huang Zheng let go of his hands, holding the deed of sale in his left hand and the long contract in his right hand, waiting for Joan of Arc's choice.

Joan of Arc looked left and right, as if she was a little hesitant, but she didn't hesitate for too long, and gradually stretched out her hand and picked up the left coupon book on the left.

"I will always serve by the Lord's side, and may the Lord be with me!"

Joan of Arc looked reverent, and wrote her name on the left coupon book, and she would only write her own name.

Then, a wisp of flame erupted from Huang Zheng's right hand, burning the long contract clean, while his left hand reached out to his chest, integrating the deed of sale into his body.

"That's it, the left ticket is done." Huang Zheng smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed at Joan of Arc, "From now on, you will be freed from the cycle of time, your body and soul will no longer belong to you, as a person who has always served the Lord, the Lord's power will be with you." ”

The next moment, a breeze blew in the lonely forest, the wind was not loud, but with incredible skill, it lifted Joan of Arc's body and flew into the air.

The breeze flutters, and the golden hair rises with the wind, shining brightly under the reflection of the sunset.

"Ah...... Fly! ”

Joan of Arc was amazed, for the first time in her life, she was like a bird in the air, she did not feel the slightest panic or panic, she was like a warrior of production, and her heart gave birth to infinite courage and confidence.

Huang Zheng floated behind Joan of Arc like a ghost, gently held up the girl's hand with the wind, and pointed to the direction where the countryside was, "The Lord's power protects you at all times, and in the future, you will be invincible all over the world...... Go ahead and head for your first battlefield! ”

Although the village of Donemi is just an ordinary countryman, during the period of the Anglo-French war that lasted for a hundred years, and the location of the countryside is in the northeast of France, it is closest to the northern territory occupied by the British ** team.

Joan of Arc thought that a few people in the village wanted to live in the big city because they admired the prosperity of the city, but they didn't know that the reason was that they wanted to go into exile, and it was much safer to have an army in the city than Tunzi, but no one would mention this kind of thing in front of the children, so as not to provoke the people's anger. In addition, the land left by the ancestors is not something that can be abandoned in idleness, and people who have been farming for generations may not be able to live a good life even if they go to the city.

Don't be able to big cities, and avoid the battle that is about to come, under the call of Joan of Arc's father and the rest of the village officials, in fact, the village has already formed a garrison team, and the moment the British ** team kills the countryside, this garrison team has already fought in the most fire line...... Although most of them were peasant soldiers, there were only a small number of retired soldiers, but in order to protect their hometowns and their wives and children's parents, almost every unilateral desperate battled for their lives.

This inevitably restrained the purge of the British army, and although it was not possible to completely prevent the British invasion, many enemies rushed into the countryside without defense, murdering, arson, and looting, and in battle, men did the same common things against women.

By the time Joan of Arc returned to the village, the battle had reached its worst, and from the heights, the whole village was filled with flames and black smoke, corpses everywhere, and horses galloping around the village.

Looking at that scene, Joan of Arc's heart gave birth to unspeakable resentment and resentment.

She landed in the village and picked up his sword from the corpse of an Englishman, and before she could get acquainted with the use of the weapon, there was a sound of horses' hooves not far away, it was an English horseman.

He ran out of Hengyu, who was emitting black smoke, and just caught a glimpse of Joan of Arc, his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Woman, there is a woman!" Or a young girl! ”

There are many women in Dongremi Village, but the whole village has an inevitable plan for fighting, and when the signs of the invasion of the heroic spirits are discovered, the village has actually organized people to arrange for women and children to go into exile, leaving only a few fighting men and Bai Suo who refuse to leave, and there are a small number of women who are not enough to go into exile.