And the invading British army is dozens of people, so a woman is completely indistinguishable, even if the woman is killed first to reduce the time to do things, or demand more than supply, for example, this horse team, has never enjoyed a woman until now, so after seeing Joan of Arc, his eyes suddenly showed a wolf-like gaze, and he came happily riding a horse.

With a lot of courage, Joan of Arc gritted her teeth and rushed forward, but just before the clock, she was a weak village girl, and she had no combat experience at all, even with her enthusiasm, she was better than the combat quality of the Zhengzheng army.

Coupled with the speed of the horse team, he rushed to the front in an instant and stabbed Joan of Arc in the shoulder with a shot.

A precious woman, or a pretty girl, of course, this horse team was reluctant to kill Joan of Arc, and this shot would at most stab a bloody cave, making her tired and resisting.

Seeing that Joan of Arc was not enough, Lingbai, who was still floating in the sky, stretched out his hand and pointed downward.

"You, the world is invincible!"

Clang!

The next moment, the snake spear stabbed Joan of Arc's shoulder, and the girl followed the gourd, but the body of the horse team shook violently, and then fell from the instant with a thud...... He felt that his spear was like a solid iron bucket, not only did he feel a force of shock, but even his own stabbing skills were all returned, which was indeed a double enjoyment, making his tiger's mouth crack open and shed blood.

This girl, isn't it made of iron?!

The horse team could hardly believe that there was something else in the world.

And Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment when she saw that she was fine, but soon thought that the Lord was by her side, which was not uncommon and strange, so she took advantage of the moment when the horse team fell off the horse and slashed it with a sword.

Woo-ra!

The weak village girl seemed to have caused the peerless sword saint, and this sword simply cut off the skull of the British horse team, and the head rolled to the side with a grunt, staring at the eyes, looking dead.

He didn't know exactly what had happened to him until he died.

I didn't wait to meet a woman, or a pretty girl, and the two joys crossed together, which should have brought greater joy, but, why...... Why is this so?

Although it was the first killing, he had cried and cried before, and he didn't seem to vomit out, but looking at the headless corpse lying on the ground, Joan of Arc didn't feel too much, but once again gave birth to a human being and sighed that it was really fragile.

At the same time, there was a revival of the divine voice in the air.

"You, ride EX!"

Joan of Arc turned around and looked at the horses that had stopped not far away, although there were horses in the village, she had never ridden them before, but now, she thought she could manipulate them.

So Joan of Arc came over and held the reins, and the horse, who had been a little frightened, seemed to feel some kind of affinity when the reins were grasped, and really took the initiative to bend his knees, and poofed twice at Joan of Arc like a flattering one.

Joan of Arc knew that this was about the power of the Lord, and immediately strode over the horse, and the maiden, who had first touched horses, swept forward like the wind, as if she had grown up on horseback since childhood.

Soon, the splitting face encountered a few more British warriors, but there was no use in front of the invincible BUFF of the Joan of Arc world.

But Joan of Arc did not take pleasure in killing, and when she ran all the way and saw countless houses engulfed in flames, she was more worried about the village, if the fire continued to burn, even if the battle was won, the villagers would have no place to live.

"Lord, are you there?"

Joan of Arc instinctively begged for help from Huang Zheng.

Shicai's two words of prophecy, in fact, Joan of Arc didn't hear it, and he couldn't see Huang Zheng's figure...... Of course, the problem is not with Joan of Arc, but if Huang Zheng wants her to hear, she can hear it, and if he wants her to see it, she can see it, and vice versa.

"Look up." Joan of Arc could hear her voice in the air.

The girl raised her head and immediately saw Huang Zheng standing less than half a meter above her head.

"Ah, my lord is above!" Joan of Arc first praised the operation...... Oh no, it is the Lord, and then he pleaded, "Under such a fire, the village will be completely destroyed, Lord, can I ask you to put out this fire?" ”

Huang Zheng said: "My power is with you at the time, you can be one with my mind, and you can use my power at any time, such a big fire but a matter of blink of an eye, but ...... We've just signed the left ticket, and now it's a little difficult for you to take the initiative to use my skills, so I'll help you later, but now you go to the village first. ”

"Village?"

"You'll know when you go."

"Yes, my lord!"

Joan of Arc didn't ask a few questions, nodded, and immediately shook the reins and ran towards the entrance of the village, which she did as fast as she could, even if she occasionally saw a few English soldiers not far away, she ignored it for the time being.

It wasn't long before Joan of Arc had arrived at the entrance of the village, and then she realized why the Lord had let her come here, because there was a terrible battle going on, between the plainly dressed peasant soldiers on one side and the armoured soldiers on the other. Most of the former were people Joan of Arc knew, including an uncle who worked on the farm, a blacksmith in the village, and even his own father...... Seeing that her father was still alive, Joan of Arc let go of her bitterness a little.

But the situation of the peasant soldiers is very bad, they have no decent weapons, many of them even fight with hoes and sickles, and they have no defense, they will be injured if they are slightly encountered, and their fate is not good, and they will simply die in the middle of the throw. The battle with the British soldiers was all based on their enthusiasm and occupied a slight advantage, but this situation clearly did not last long, and besides, they were already trapped, and at most they would be drowned by the three armies in a short time.

Seeing this, there was no need for Huang Zheng to entrust him, and Joan of Arc rushed out in a straight line.

There used to be a small wooden house at the entrance of the village, which had collapsed in the battle, and there was still a fire burning on it, and if you took a detour, it would be a little extravagant, but this kind of time was of the essence, Joan of Arc didn't think about it, and just pulled the reins up when she approached the wooden house......

"Yu Yu!!"

With a neighing sound, the war horse simply jumped over the burning wooden house more than two meters high on Joan of Arc, and the golden and bright figure made both sides in the battle instinctively turn their vision.

And that's when ......

"Your Excellency, why don't you take advantage of the wind and rise to 90,000 miles!"

In an instant, when the war horse jumped to the limit and fell, the girl's figure flew up under the blowing of a strong wind, and the blonde hair, the piercing gaze, and the irreversible arrogance were deeply imprinted in the heart of every unilateral aspect.

"Joan of Arc!"

"Ah, what a miracle!"

"Oh my God! What do I see? ”

Countless people shouted in amazement, and if it wasn't for the fighting, I'm afraid that some people would have knelt down and bowed and worshiped by now.

At this moment, even Joan of Arc was a little surprised, she had wanted to rush over and kill the British, but suddenly flew up, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

Fortunately, at this time, Huang Zheng's voice sounded in her ears, "Now listen to me, start raising your sword, yes, that's it, and then follow me to ......"

In everyone's field of vision, Joan of Arc held the hilt of her sword in both hands and raised it high up.

"My lord is above, please give me the skill!"

Rumble!!!

The next moment, the sky was split open by lightning, and violent thunder roared between the heavens and the earth, and countless black clouds surged in, almost turning the dusk into darkness......

Since someone asked for the original picture of the cover, then I'll send it, but this is the only thing I saw in the group.

Take advantage of the opportunity to put on another Joan of Arc

Surrounded by dark clouds, the sky suddenly darkened, and the black clouds made everyone feel an indescribable pressure.

Click!

A bolt of lightning struck down in the air, as if illuminating the whole world, just like the majesty released by the gods, and in the field of vision of everyone, the girl floating in mid-air was like the envoy of the gods in the mortal world, with supreme holiness and light, which made people's hearts instinctively awe.

After that, it rained heavily in the sky, and a black tornado began to sweep across the land.

The fires in the countryside were quickly extinguished by the heavy rain, but the tornadoes that swept the whole village were a little fresh, they seemed to have a spiritual ordinary, avoiding ordinary villagers, even the corpses that fell to the ground were not hindered, but the warriors who committed murder in the village were lifted to the sky one by one, and after they fell, even if they were not dead, they were not clear.

"Evil, Devil...... This is the power of the devil! ”

At the entrance of the village, the faces of the British soldiers who saw this scene were frightened, they would not admit that this was the power of God, if God was on the side of the French, wouldn't it mean that they British had done wrong, and they were punished by God.

"Run, this is the power of the devil!"

The English warriors were so frightened that they no longer had the courage to fight, and almost immediately turned their horses and ran inside, while the rest of the foot soldiers quickly threw down their weapons and galloped as if they were dead.

But how do you get a two-legged man or a four-legged horse?

In the end, only three or five people escaped from Dongremi Village, and although their lives were saved, it was unknown whether their energy would go wrong.

"God...... God is coming, God is coming! ”

Unlike the British soldiers, the villagers of Donremi Village fell to their knees one after another, crying and laughing and clasping their fists in prayer, looking at the girl who caused such a miracle with excitement and awe.

The battle came suddenly and strangely finished.

When Joan of Arc returned to the earth, if it had been in the past, they would have patted the little girl on the shoulder, and did not hesitate to praise and reward, but now, almost all of them thought that the little girl they knew had won the favor of the gods, and that this power was enough to lead to such inconceivable miracles, and how could they dare to be disrespectful to the envoys of the gods?

Since Huang Zheng integrated the fire into the origin and cut off the foundation of the gods, until Solomon, the god generation has been completely completed, and no matter what kind of gods have been forced to withdraw from the stage of experience. And several great people born in this era or later, such as Yahweh, such as Shakyamuni, such as Guanyin, etc., they all reached the level of gods in human beings, and the main teachings they adhered to have completed many battles, rescued many people, and gained the faith and worship of countless people, so as to rank as gods in the new era.

Yes, the gods can be destroyed, but the worship of the gods will never be erased.

At least in the era before the rise of science, the vast majority of human beings will pursue faith and rely on faith to make a living, and then the churches and believers derived from it are the inevitable trend of the times.

Of course, some of these new gods came from the end of the god era, and they knew better than the ancient gods how to connect with the eternal belief in human beings, so they did not appear very often, and they did not take the initiative to do things...... There is also a source pressed on it.

With the evolution and the passage of time, most human beings are ignorant of the things of the mythological era, ordinary people do not know how the ancient gods disappeared and destroyed, and even more people cannot confirm whether they really exist, but the new gods can clearly feel that because they are also people who have inherited the fire inheritance.

Huang Zheng is worthy of the ancestor as far as these new gods are concerned, even if they are now strong enough to break away from the fire and start their own sect, but none of them dare to go against the will of the fire passed down by the ancestor master.

Let's get back to business.

Joan of Arc saw that the people around her were cramped and at a loss, although she wanted to say something, but because she herself was also in a situation of swallowing dates, she simply vaguely dealt with it, and said: "Everyone, now that the battle is over, the affairs in the village still need to be dealt with, and the dead also need to be buried, let's deal with these things first." ”

As soon as they heard this, everyone suddenly woke up, and indeed, now is not the time for miracles.

Therefore, the villagers who were still alive immediately became busy again, holding post-war treatments, and Joan of Arc also helped.

After the war, it took enough time to sort out the corpses all night, and all the people had almost no time to rest, including the old and weak women and children who returned from exile, and in this battle, the number of dead in the village of Dongremi exceeded 300, including the peasant queen, the women and children who were slaughtered by the heroic spirits...... Three hundred people, if they were placed on a battlefield in a big city, I am afraid that they would not be able to set off a wave, but for a country, it is almost half.

In the mouths of his father and others, Joan of Arc also learned that the British army that invaded Dongremi Village this time was actually just a guerrilla army, and the main thing was to loot, which was much worse than the army on the right track on the battlefield, otherwise, these temporarily organized militias in the village would not be able to resist at all, and more people would die at that time.

But even so, there are many complete families that have become fragmented, some daughters have lost their husbands, some children have lost their fathers, some have lost their only sons, of course, the other way around, and even worse, the whole family has died.

Looking at the people who threw themselves in front of these corpses, crying loudly, Joan of Arc clenched her fists in silence, the pain of battle is not only felt only in the battle, but also after the battle, although the dead are pitiful, but the living people will suffer even more.

And this kind of thing happens not only in the village of Rémi, but also in France almost all the time.

If the fighting is not managed, more people will die and grieve because of the fighting, as they do today.

Only by fully managing this century-long battle between the two countries will such sadness not happen again.

However, if you want to stop the battle, you can only go through the battle.

Eventually, Joan of Arc couldn't stand the oppressive sad air of the cemetery, and secretly turned away in an environment that the rest of the people did not notice, but when it came to farewell, her eyes looked at the distant sky and muttered to herself.

"Gentleness and love cannot bring peace, only greater and more horrific violence can drive the invaders out of this country completely!"

The armies on both sides converged on the plain, Joan of Arc rode in the battle and waved his flags, leading his army to charge the enemy, in the shadow of swords and blood, countless warriors fell to the ground, more and more people died on both sides of the enemy, the mountains were full of corpses, and the disgusting smell of blood filled the entire nostrils.

Gradually, Joan of Arc felt that she had failed to improve her skills, and her body became heavier and heavier as if it had been filled with lead, and she lowered her head and saw countless bloody hands grasping her legs, which were the souls of the war dead, although they were extremely ugly, but their faces were clearly visible, there were enemies, and there were also our army's.

Joan of Arc knew that they were trying to pull themselves to hell......

"Ahh At this point in the story, in the exclamation, Joan of Arc suddenly opened her eyes, and it was dark all around, and she instinctively reached out her hand, but what she was holding was a warm quilt, with that familiar breath, which made Joan of Arc finally realize that she was lying at home and sleeping.

"Was it just a dream?" Joan of Arc muttered to herself, and her hands clenched together, although it was just a dream, but the almost real feeling in the dream made her heart extremely uneasy.

Closing her eyes and clasping her hands to her chest, Joan of Arc prayed to the Lord once more.

"Lord......"

"I'm here, right above you."

Joan of Arc was once again startled and opened her eyes to find a large luminous body levitating above her, and only after looking closely did she recognize it as her master. Joan of Arc was not to blame for the Lord's immobility, but now the two sides were face to face, and the distance did not span a slap, which made her very uncomfortable, and she always felt that such close contact with the Lord was a blasphemy to the Lord, and ...... It's a little hard to use.

But she did not dare to say this inner thought to the Lord, and she did not stand up at this time, so she had to say, "Lord, you ...... Where were the previous continuums? ”

"Me? It's right in you. ”

"What?!" Joan of Arc's expression suddenly changed, not that he was afraid or anything, the Lord is kind, the Lord will take care of himself, no matter what happens, he doesn't have to be afraid, it's just ...... Can a being as huge as Jesus fit his body? And I didn't notice it before.

"I don't know how to explain it to you, but I told you that you don't understand it, so you can understand it that way...... My current situation is a little unstable, and the longer I live, the more I will be excluded by the future, so I need a living person in this world to connect with my sense of existence, which is also dependence, which is why I signed a left coupon with you. ”

Huang Zheng replied unhurriedly, "And after signing the left ticket, you and I are compatible with the same body, although most of the time I can run inside, but this will also consume my sense of existence, so when there is nothing to do, I will choose to rest in your body." ”

"That'...... Where is it? Joan of Arc asked cautiously.

"No." Huang Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed at the girl's chest.

Of course, Joan of Arc doesn't wear too many clothes when she sleeps, it is a thin layer of clothing, the price is hot, and the quilt only blocks the lower abdomen, although in this era, girls from poor families are not very good due to poor nutrition, but Joan of Arc's family is good, she is only sixteen years old, she has already been convex and backward, and has a proud figure.

And now, Huang Zheng's hand pointed at her chest like this, even if it was the lord, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame in Joan's heart, and his whole face was almost red.

But Huang Zheng didn't seem to see her expression, and continued: "I printed the left coupon book on my chest, and in contrast, I also left an imprint on your chest, which is the place where I can rest...... You see, it's glowing. ”

Joan of Arc lowered her head, and sure enough, she saw a heart-shaped mark in the center of her chest that glowed with a faint shimmer.

Why heart-shaped?

Joan of Arc didn't think about it for the time being, because her face was as red as a watermelon, "This, this position ......"

"It didn't matter, it was comfortable...... Of course, I mean that you are the most devout in your faith in the Lord, and your body will not exclude me too much, even if you stay in your body for a long time, it will not lead to bad effects, and it can even enhance the harmony of your soul and mine, and help you use my strength...... By the way, your face is so red, isn't it shy? ”

“……”

Joan of Arc did not dare to criticize the Lord, not even in his heart.

But Huang Zheng was a little self-aware, and after finishing speaking, he stood up and sat in the air, looking at the girl in front of him, "So, in the middle of the night, what do you want to do when you call me?" ”

And when the emperor was gone, the mark on Joan of Arc's chest also dimmed, which made her somewhat relieved, but she did not dare to lie down and talk to the Lord, so she also sat up and said depressedly: "I had a nightmare when I dreamed that the souls of the dead warriors were constantly dragging me to hell...... Lord, if I continue to fight the British, I will kill more and more enemies, and many of my own people will surely die because of me, and my hands will be covered with blood, and I will definitely go to hell after death...... Whenever I think about it, I am most afraid, I, am I really right? ”

"So, will you abandon your present ambitions out of fear?"

Joan of Arc froze, thought for a few seconds, then shook her head.

"That's right, you're just an ordinary person, and it's unreasonable to be terrified of certain things, and Yinghao is the kind of person who is scared to death, but still insists on the end. So you don't have to question your ambitions, you don't have to be afraid, you keep improving, that's enough. ”。

"And ......" Speaking of this, Huang Zheng smiled, "Even if you really do something wrong, even if the whole world blames you for your mistakes, the Lord will forgive you and bear everything you have." ”

Hearing this, the girl seemed to have gained infinite courage, felt the light of the Lord, and the uneasiness in her heart disappeared almost spotlessly in an instant...... Yes, the Lord is by his side, why should he think so much, whether it is right or wrong, the Lord sees it in his eyes, and will inevitably guide him to the direction of ascension.