Chapter 39

"Sir!" one of the soldiers shouted to the commander, who was already excited about the battle. The commander looked at the soldier, but did not take his attention off Rémy, in case he tried to attack him by accident. The soldier's look expressed his willingness to help, but the commander decided he did not need assistance and said, "No need, I'll take care of him. You can head to the path to Orleans. I'll handle this." The commander ran towards Rémy, who charged with his spear, but the commander skillfully defended himself with his sword. Rémy felt excited, as he always did in a fight, but the excitement was even more intense as he was facing a strong opponent.

Rémy would not let the soldiers escape with the supplies. He disappeared from where he was and appeared in front of the soldiers, who were already ready to leave by the commander's order. The surprise was general when Rémy appeared in front of them, as they were aware that he was fighting the commander. The commander was alarmed to see that Rémy was heading towards his soldiers and ordered one of them to attack him. Although the commander wanted his soldiers to help him, he did not want to put them in unnecessary danger. So he shouted, "Back away from him!" Although it was not necessary for the commander to shout, the soldiers quickly moved away from Rémy as soon as they saw him. Rémy made them run away from him, in case he tried to attack them.

Rémy watched closely as the soldiers moved away. He knew that if he let them escape, his mission would fail. So, in a quick move, he charged towards one of the nearest soldiers. The soldier, unarmed and scared, did not have time to react and was easily taken down by Rémy. The other soldiers watched the scene in fear, not knowing how to act.

The commander was furious to see one of his soldiers being taken down by Rémy. He ran towards Rémy, his sword shining in the sunlight. The two warriors started fighting again, exchanging quick and precise blows. Rémy felt more and more excited, challenging his opponent with bold strikes.

However, the commander was not an easy opponent to defeat. He was skilled and experienced in the art of war, and knew how to defend and attack with precision. The battle continued intensely, with both warriors fighting with all their strength and skill.

In a moment of carelessness, Rémy left a gap in his defense, and the commander seized the opportunity to deliver a mortal blow. Rémy felt the commander's sword hitting him, but to the commander's surprise, his sword managed to pierce Rémy's armor without even scratching him.

"How?!" the commander shouted, astonished by what had just happened. The young soldier did not answer, he just gave a precise kick to the commander's face, knocking him to the ground.

Without wasting any time, Rémy appeared in front of the other soldiers. In a precise and deadly move, he cut them all in half, making blood spurt in all directions.

The commander, who had recovered, shouted, enraged by the brutality of the young soldier. "You bastard!" he exclaimed, as Rémy stared at him with a cold look.

"We are at war, and everything we need to do is necessary," replied Rémy, with a hard and ruthless voice. "If the situation were reversed, you would not hesitate to kill me. Unfortunately, that's how things have to be."

With firm and determined steps, Rémy walked towards the commander, ready to face any obstacle that might come his way. His determination was unshakable, and his gaze, cold as ice, revealed a relentless and fearless soldier, ready to fight to the end for his cause.

"Of course I would do the same, you're my enemy. But that doesn't mean I won't get angry when you kill my men in front of me," said the commander with hatred in his eyes, advancing towards Rémy with his sword. But instead of retreating, Rémy smiled with extreme confidence as he prepared to fight.

"So, I'm going all out from now on. I hope you stay alive, commander!" said Rémy challengingly, raising his spear.

In the blink of an eye, Rémy disappeared from the commander's sight, leaving only the air moving in his place. The commander felt imminent danger and, following his instinct, jumped to the opposite side, preparing to defend himself.

But before he could fully recover, Rémy appeared on the other side, hitting the ground with incredible force with his spear. The ground shook under his feet, and the loud noise of the spear clashing against the stone echoed across the battlefield.

"This is your chance to..." the commander began to say, but before he could finish, the sharp tip of Rémy's spear was just inches away from his eye. The commander, afraid of imminent death, narrowly dodged.

The commander was now sweating profusely, his mind working overtime to find a way to win the fight against Rémy. But Rémy did not give his opponent a chance to breathe. Without hesitation, he stomped on the commander's foot with force, making it break with a loud and painful sound.

"Good fight, old man, but goodbye," said Rémy with a serious expression on his face, as his spear pierced through the commander's body. The commander screamed in agony, trying to get rid of Rémy's weapon, but it was too late. Rémy pulled the spear up with force, separating the commander into two parts.

The battlefield was now silent, and the only thing that could be heard was Rémy's breathing. He looked at the commander's body with a cold and remorseless gaze, knowing he had won another battle.

Rémy looked at the enemy bodies with empty eyes, feeling the weight of another won battle on his shoulders. Blood flowed through his hands and clothes, and he knew there was no time for lamentations. "Another battle won by me," he said softly, feeling the exhaustion of the fight weighing on every word.

As he passed through the bodies, Rémy observed the wounds he had inflicted and the faces he had seen for the last time. The smell of death was strong, but he knew he needed to gather supplies as quickly as possible. "I guess it's better to get the supplies now," he continued, his mind already focused on the next step.

Rémy bent down and started collecting the supplies on the ground, trying not to think about the faces he had just left behind. He knew this was just one battle of many, and there was no time to weaken now.

"How are you, Jeanne?" asked Rémy, looking up and observing the sky between the trees.

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Jeanne watched with attention the English fortifications in the city of Orleans. Her gaze fixed on those imposing walls, while her mind focused on finding a plan to bring them down. It was at this moment that Gilles de Rais, her new companion, approached and asked:

"Seems pretty difficult. What's the plan? Direct attack?"

Jeanne pondered for a moment before responding, with a thoughtful expression on her face:

"A direct attack is a possibility, but I want to try something different, something that can give us a strategic advantage," Jeanne said as they discussed possible strategies.

While they were talking, a soldier approached and informed her, "Lady Jeanne, I looked at the fortifications in this area and counted eight of them."

Jeanne sighed, a little uncomfortable with the soldier's title. "I've told you not to call me that. But it's okay, thank you for the information."

Jeanne's determined gaze returned to the fortifications as she thought about how to overcome this obstacle and bring victory to her people.

"I wish Rémy was here with us so much. With his way of solving everything on his own, I'm sure he would help us a lot," Jeanne said with a nostalgic smile as she remembered Rémy who had left for another place.

Gilles looked at her with a doubtful expression. "But Miss Jeanne, if he were here, wouldn't he have died in the attack? I heard rumors about it, although it's hard to believe."

Jeanne laughed carelessly. "I would have my doubts too, but I've seen Rémy in action and I know what he's capable of. You don't believe my rumors either, Gilles?"

Gilles quickly apologized. "No, that's not it. I do believe, I just have some doubts. But I know that God is guiding you, Miss Jeanne."

Jeanne nodded with gratitude. "Thank you, Gilles. But you don't need to apologize for having your own doubts and opinions. Everyone believes what they want, and that's something no one can take away from us."

She looked at the English fortifications with determination. "I trust in God to help us rid France of these invaders. And together, we will succeed."

Gilles felt a new wave of confidence take hold of him. He believed in Jeanne's mission and her faith in God, and he knew she was capable of leading them to victory.

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