Chapter 40

Jeanne and Gilles stood side by side, watching the fortifications in the distance. Jeanne turned to her companion and asked, "Gilles, do something for me. Separate the soldiers. I'll take 100 with me and attack these fortifications head-on."

Gilles looked at Jeanne with concern, knowing that a frontal attack could be extremely dangerous. "No! I cannot let you lead. Let me lead," he replied, serious and determined to protect Jeanne.

But Jeanne did not hesitate and said, "You don't have to be afraid, Gilles. God is with me. Nothing will harm me while I am fulfilling my purpose." She was determined to move forward, and nothing would stop her.

Gilles knew he couldn't stop her, so he did as she asked and separated the other soldiers into groups. Soon, Jeanne and her hundred soldiers marched towards the fortifications.

Jeanne was not only brave, but also a strategist. "Gilles, separate the other soldiers into groups. We, with these hundred heroes, will attack head-on. You and the other groups will attack when we are fighting," she said with determination, showing that she had already thought of everything to ensure everyone's safety.

"Hey, what's that?" asked one of the soldiers, pointing with his finger to a group of soldiers approaching the fortification where they were.

The other soldier's eyes widened as he saw the size of the enemy force. "What? They plan to attack us with these soldiers? Isn't that suicide?" he scoffed.

His companion gave him a somber look. "Suicide, I don't know, but I'll warn the commander. You hold off the ones coming with arrows," he replied before running off to alert the commander.

Meanwhile, the remaining soldier took control and ordered his comrades to position themselves with their bows and aim at the iconic figure of Jeanne mounted on her white horse, along with 100 soldiers mounted on their horses.

The soldiers' hearts raced as they waited for the signal to attack. When the moment came, the rain of arrows was released from the bows, blackening the sky with their deadly flight.

"We will die for France!" shouted one of the soldiers who was with Jeanne, his voice overflowing with fervor and courage. "Yes!!" the other soldiers responded vigorously.

Their words provoked a mixture of admiration and fear in Jeanne's heart. "Nonsense, no one here will die. I won't allow it," she asserted with a firm and determined voice.

Although Jeanne's words inspired a sense of confidence in the soldiers, some still felt a chill of uncertainty running through their bodies. They were new, and although they had heard of Jeanne's legendary skills, they had never seen her in action. Still, they held their positions, ready to fight alongside her until the end.

Jeanne held her flag tightly and prayed quietly, "Lord, protect the soldiers who are with me." Meanwhile, arrows were already flying in her direction. Without hesitation, she raised the flag high, leaving her soldiers confused.

At that moment, the tip of her spear began to glow intensely with a golden tone, and a wave of energy ran through Jeanne's entire army. The soldiers were surprised and amazed to feel the divine power running through their veins. Their hearts overflowed with courage and determination as they prepared for combat.

Some soldiers frowned, unable to comprehend the nature of the phenomenon. But for Jeanne, there was no doubt that God had blessed her cause. With a sense of gratitude in her heart, she led her army towards the enemy, ready to fight for freedom and justice.

"What the hell did I just witness?" The English soldier, who had ordered his companions to attack Jeanne's soldiers with arrows, was stunned when he saw a golden light coming out of the tip of the flag she held. To his perplexity, that light protected all the soldiers accompanying her from the projectiles flying in their direction. "She's a witch, let's flee! Jeanne d'Arc is the witch who is helping France!" One of the soldiers who had shot the arrow, overcome by fear, began to panic, and within seconds, terror spread throughout the group. "That doesn't matter, let's kill her and burn her at the stake at the end of this battle. So, be quiet and calm down!" The English soldier in charge shouted firmly, trying to contain his subordinates' agitation.

While listening to the English soldier's words, the other soldiers began to calm down. But the impatience of the Englishman was evident in his words: "Where is that idiot! Why is he taking so long to bring the commander here?" he exclaimed, showing his frustration. Meanwhile, the soldier wondered what to do since the arrows did not seem to affect Jeanne's group.

Observing Jeanne's group approaching the fortifications, the English soldier tried to have several ideas in mind. He needed to find a way to contain the group's advance, but nothing seemed to work. It was then that he had a daring idea: "Everyone, aim your bows and get ready... shoot!" ordered the soldier.

The soldiers with their bows, positioned behind the soldier who gave the order, began firing their arrows. The other fortifications followed suit, and the sky was stained with arrows flying towards Jeanne. Jeanne's soldiers looked up at the sky and saw that it was dark because of the thousands of arrows approaching. They knew the situation was serious and that they needed to act fast.

But Jeanne was not shaken by the rain of arrows. She concentrated and did what she had done before: she raised her flag, which swayed in the wind, and a golden glow began to appear at its tip, spreading over the soldiers and covering all the arrows that fell on them. Jeanne's soldiers suffered no damage, and this left the enemy soldiers perplexed.

"That light again," grumbled the English soldier, annoyed with the bright aura that surrounded Jeanne. With a wave of his hand, he signaled for the soldiers behind him to start shooting the arrows again. The other soldiers, who were in the other fortifications, followed suit and began shooting as well. The soldier knew that Jeanne was a formidable opponent, but he had to end this quickly. She was approaching at a steady speed and did not seem to have plans to give up.

Jeanne did not care about the arrows raining down on her; she seemed almost untouchable, invincible. With the golden light covering her and her soldiers, she dissipated the arrows and continued to advance. The English soldier was impressed with her skill, but he could not let that distract him. After all, his life was at risk.

"Soldiers, get ready! We're going into battle!" shouted Jeanne with determination as she approached the fortifications more and more. Her eyes were fixed on the target, and her posture was firm and confident. The English soldiers, who had been defeated by Jeanne's bravery and determination, stopped shooting their arrows. They knew they would have no chance against this young warrior.

"Get ready, soldiers! We won't lose to a witch and her demons!" shouted the soldier fervently, encouraging his men. They were scared of the mystical aura surrounding Jeanne, but they believed in her cause and knew they had to fight to defend their fortress.

The English soldier drew his sword from his waist and ran towards Jeanne. She leapt off her horse with agility and grace, looking like a dancer amidst the battle. The French soldiers charged into combat, throwing themselves against the English with fury and determination.

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