Eugen de Weaslain bowed to Ruosha with gratitude, but he did not rush to find the doctor, but followed Ruosha and continued walking.

"You probably know that I didn't save you for nothing," Ruosha was quite satisfied with this very eye-catching knight. She stopped to look at the hazy battlefield under the night. The smell here was not very good at this time. The smell of the scent of the middle-aged man was almost impossible to stop in the hot night. "Do you know how many people died here?"

"No, your majesty," Eugen de Weaslain replied very simply, "but all my subordinates are dead. They followed me from Avalon, and now there are only two of us brothers."

"I think there are about 1,400 to 1,700 people," Ruosha thought for a while and then she added, "I'm talking about French."

As she said that, she glanced at the stiff French knight beside her and asked, "Don't you want to ask me how I know this number?"

The Frenchman shook his head in a daze. He didn't know if the queen was right, but he guessed that perhaps there might be more French soldiers who died here.

"Okay, maybe after you finish your business for me, I will tell you how I know," Ruosha looked at the French Knight who was half a head taller than herself. "I will write a letter to Louis, and you will bring this letter to him. At the same time, I suggest you walk here first and then tell him what you see."

Eugen de Weasleyen nodded, knowing that this should be the condition that the Queen of Naples is willing to save his brother, and he is not qualified to refuse.

Seeing the French agreeing, Ruosha, who seemed to have a worry, returned to the imperial camp that she had set up in a village outside Siena.

Along the way, I saw the figure of the queen cheering soldiers shouting throughout the night sky.

Ruosha rode on the horse with dignity. The hem of the riding skirt she designed specifically for the march fluttered upwards with the night wind, and the blood-stained hem seemed a little abrupt. However, this not only did not destroy her majesty, but instead made the soldiers even more crazy and shouted from the heart to her.

"Long live the queen!"

"Long live the Kingdom of Sicily!"

"Long live the grenade regiment!"

As they walked along, cheered all the way until Ruosha stood at the door of her imperial camp room, the officers who followed bowed respectfully to the queen to show their respect to their queen and commander.

Ruosha smiled and greeted her generals, then walked into the room with calm behavior.

But when the door just closed, Ruosha, who could no longer suppress her joy, clenched her fists excitedly and jumped up hard: "Brother, we have succeeded!"

On July 15, 1715, after a day of fighting, the anti-French alliance defeated the French army outside the city of Siena!
Chapter completed!