There are several eagles hovering in the distant sky; there are countless sand and dust flying on the heavy earth.

Arrows fell from the fortress like rainstorms; the army climbed on the city wall like ants.

Under the gray-white banner under the city wall, a female swordsman in red armor stood. She stabbed a giant sword wider than her waist deeply into the soil in front of her, and her whole body remained motionless in the surging wave of war, just like a sea-stabilizing needle.

The castle that blocked her was called the Bastille.

This is a fortress connected by eight towers, each tower is more than thirty meters high. Looking up from below, you are like eight mythical Titan giants, which makes people feel deeply humble and insignificant.

This is a fortress located outside Paris and the last fortress guarding the Palace of Versailles. After capturing the Bastille, the rebels can enter Paris and capture the consul of the federal consul of Almani.

The siege has lasted for more than half a month, and the battle is still stalemate. Every minute and every second, someone fell from the thirty-meter-high city wall or was shot halfway through an arrow.

All of this was seen in the eyes of the red female swordsman. Her body was still motionless, but her toes were constantly lit on the ground, and her face looked like an impatient expression.

"I'm going to play in person." She suddenly said, "Gilles, the next command will be given to you."

The general named Giles shook his head and said, "No, Luka, you must stay here."

The female swordsman's body was still motionless, and the red cloak behind her was rustling with the strong wind.

"Attacks like this one wave after another, there is no end to see."

Her eyes looked straight ahead of the battlefield, but her mouth was talking to Giles on the back:

"Let me go up and open a gap."

"I said no. Luka, you must understand that your current identity is not as good as before." Gilles replied, "We can lose our troops, lose our generals, but we cannot lose you. We are inspired by you and fight for you. You are here, and this rebel army is here."

"I know the mission I shoulder." Luca said, "But Gilles, don't you think the enemy in front of you is too tough? Along the way, we have been invincible and invincible, and have never fought such a tough battle. Even if this is their last fortress, what ability does the Earl of France, who has been betrayed by everyone, can this army fight to the death of him?"

And on the thick wall, the same woman was commanding the army. Compared with Luka, she was thinner, younger, and even underage. She did not wear armor, but a gorgeous dress like red rose. In her hand, she was holding the golden holy sword passed down from generation to generation in the Carolingian clan, Ju Wayus.

"Don't hesitate, the Holy Sword is an order!"

"No need to retreat, the Holy Sword is courage!"

"Winning forward to the death, the holy sword is glory!"

"Remember, under the holy sword, justice is!"

Under the strong light of Juvayus, the troops guarding the city seemed to have become monsters who were exhausted, unconsciously painful, and afraid. They pushed open the ladders on the city wall, split the chaotic people climbing up the city wall, and sprinkled their own blood into the eyes of the enemy. At a disadvantage in numbers, they still firmly guarded the Bastille.

The eagle croaked his throat, the earth spread out, the sun was swallowed by the darkness, and the siege finally stopped.

Mary held the city wall with a tired look on her face and slowly walked down from the fortress with Josephine's support.

"Where is the carriage?" she asked, "I want to go back and take a bath and have a good night's sleep."

"Just below the fortress, you can see it when you walk down the stairs."

“What is the snack today?”

“Brio bread.”

Mary smiled, and smiled innocently.

The carriage decorated with gold carried her tired for a day and drove on the way back to Versailles from the Bastille.

On the way, Josephine helped to hammer her shoulders and arms that were sore from raising the sword.

"It's already so big, I don't know when my brother will come back." Mary complained, "I've been going to destroy the Navarra country for too long."

So Josephine said, "Miss, it's not a good idea to wait for the consul. There are fewer and fewer soldiers who can fight here. Is it better to find someone to ask for help?"

"Rescue? Who should I ask for help?"

When Mary asked, Josephine didn't know how to answer. This rebellion affected quite a lot. I heard that not only these chaotic troops composed of peasants, but even many lords were involved, and Josephine didn't know who could trust him.

"Say?" Mary was a little unhappy. "You have to give a suitable candidate for the suggestion you made?"

Josephine didn't dare to make Mary angry. After screening out the nobles she had met several times one by one, she tentatively said: "Why... we go and ask the Duke of Brittany for help?"

"Duke of Brittany?"

"I heard that the Duke of Brittany and the Consul had always maintained an ally. And the Principality of Brittany did not belong to the Allemany Federation, so it certainly did not participate in this rebellion."

Josephine said, paying attention to Mary's expression. Seeing that Mary was not angry, she continued: "As for how to convince them to send troops... I will use you as a thank you lady, how about it? In this case, the Duke will definitely agree to send troops!"

"is that so?"

Mary laughed "poof".

"However, the Duke of Brittany is quite handsome, but it feels less at ease than brother. Don't let him participate in this kind of war, right? Moreover, the crazy pirate leader has already tied him up, and he may not be still in the Principality of Brittany now."

"Yes, yes, yes, I forgot about this. Then forget it."

Josephine was relieved to finally make this happen.

"No, I can still bring a letter to you. What if the pirate leader didn't catch him? The man I like wouldn't be so useless, right?"

"Then...thank you?"

"Just do what you said. As long as he brings reinforcements, I will put myself in a gift box and give it to her."

Mary let go of Juvayus' hand, picked up her fan from the seat of the carriage, opened it "brushed", and slapped it leisurely a few times. She seemed quite satisfied with the decision.

The carriage came to the door of Versailles. Josephine opened the car window and looked at the situation outside. After a gentle "ah", she said, "Miss, the guards at the door fell to the ground with their heads in their arms again."

"Damn it! That Hestein is here again!"

Mary slapped the fan in her hand with great dissatisfaction.
Chapter completed!