Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

An army that listened to her orders, a name for participating in the war, and a chance to take revenge on the English Army. In just two months' time, she had completed a magnificent feat that most people would spend their entire lives trying to accomplish.    

And after that, she had to complete even more.    

At the outskirts of Olly City, in the French military camp.    

The fully armed Janna was waving the flag in her hand, training her soldiers.    

It couldn't be helped, Baron Laval was the one who made things difficult for her. There was still something wrong with what Na got in the end. Duke Allen and General Rahel did give them what they promised, but the soldiers were old, weak, and disabled. Warhorses were also batch after batch of goods, and even their weapons and equipment were defective products that had been eliminated. As for the army rations... it was not a big deal.    

At least, na had not had a full meal for quite some time.    

However, na was still somewhat prepared for this situation. After all, her actions could be considered as borrowing a batch of troops from the military. It was already good enough that the military was willing to give it to her. It was meaningless to ask for too much.    

Furthermore, it was not as if this army could not be attacked at all.    

"You, you, and you... Those few over there are also coming over."    

Letting Na casually call a few young soldiers over.    

Observing these youths in front of her who couldn't even wear chainmail, na frowned slightly.    

Even a teenage child has to go to the battlefield... Has the kingdom already been forced to such an extent?    

However, it was fortunate that it was precisely because they were young that they had the value to be nurtured.    

After all, the combat technique that she had learned was strictly a very sophisticated thing.    

"The few of you are my personal guards. When we reach the battlefield, where should I go? Just follow me."    

"Personal guards?"    

The youths who were called over by Na had excited expressions. At least they knew what the personal guards meant.    

"Thank you, my lord!"    

"Alright, remember, follow me wherever I go."    

Letting Na think for a moment.    

"As for the rest, I'll teach them after we enter the battlefield. Hmm? "    

Na raised her head in surprise.    

Why was there the sound of horse hooves?    

And so many...?    

"What's going on!"    

Letting Na raise the flag and rush out of the camp.    

"What is Duke Allen doing!? Why did he choose to attack now!? Didn't he say..."    

" Sir, after being busy for so long, you must be tired, right? "    

Two veterans standing guard at the entrance of the military camp stood in front of Rena.    

"This is Duke Allen's battle, not ours. Master, you should go and rest. Perhaps when you wake up, Duke Allen will win."    

" Win? What will they use to win?"    

Luna glared at the two veterans.    

"The entire reinforcement army only has seven thousand people, but this place is full of British people. Yesterday, we just arrived at Orleans, and today, the entire army is going to attack. What are they going to take... what are you going to do? "    

Scanning the surrounding soldiers who had gathered, na frowned.    

"You... all want to stop me?"    

"Sir, I won't beat around the bush."    

An old soldier sighed.    

"Look at these people in the military camp. They should know what's going on. That's right. They are disabled. The older ones, the older ones, the older ones, are all here now. The higher-ups don't want you to go to the battlefield at all. Our mission is just to guard the camp. "    

"Sir, don't look down on the job of guarding the camp. This is also very important"    

An old soldier came forward to persuade him.    

"After all, this is the back road of the army. The logistics of the army is also here. ... Sir, to put it bluntly, If we leave the camp and go into battle, we will not be able to escape the charge of violating military orders. So... "    

" Phew..."    

Nameless' rage surged into her heart, causing Na to take a deep breath.    

"Baron Laval..."    

The current situation was already very clear.    

Although it was true that Duke Allen and General Rahel had given her soldiers, she was completely excluded from this war after taking over these soldiers.    

All of this was undoubtedly Baron Laval's doing.    

"Master, this is actually a good thing."    

Another veteran came forward to persuade him.    

"Don't get hurt, don't bleed, and don't be afraid. You just need to stay in the camp. It's not our fault that we lost the battle. If we win, we'll benefit from it too. The higher-ups are taking care of us... "    

"Do you think... this is a good thing?"    

Na was stunned.    

"You actually think this is a good thing?"    

"Of course it's a good thing."    

Another veteran came forward to help.    

"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to Master that you are Holy Maiden. How could those men above let women fight? Pfft!"    

The heavy flagpole whistled past and directly slapped the veteran to the ground.    

"Trash..."    

Letting Na close her eyes in pain.    

A bunch of trash.    

"Forget it."    

The great banner swept out, bringing the old soldiers who came over to persuade him down, having Na carry the great banner, directly walking towards the camp gate.    

"If you all don't want to go, then just do as you wish. I myself..."    

"Great one! You can't do this!"    

Before Anna could finish speaking, even more veterans had already surrounded her.    

"Sir! You can't do this! We are all guilty of leaving our post! You can't do this..."    

" Then come with me! "    

Letting Na shout angrily.    

"Come with me! Beat him out! Break through the English defense line! Attack to Orleans! As long as the English were defeated, nothing would be a problem! What are you all thinking!?"    

Faced with Rena's questioning, the old, weak, and disabled soldiers were ultimately unable to speak.    

Silence continued to spread.    

"Look, it's not like you're leaving."    

Letting Na gently shake her head.    

"So, don't stop me..."    

... "Lord."    

An old soldier raised his head.    

"We just want to live. But... Sir."    

The veteran looked straight into Rena's eyes.    

"You, what are you thinking about?"    

"Why did you stop doing idle work and insist on bringing us to the battlefield?"    

"Why do you insist on sending us to our deaths even though you know that we are like this?"    

"Why? Do we have to fight our way out?"    

"For..."    

This caused Na to fall into a short period of silence.    

She was very clear on the reason behind all of this.    

However, she couldn't say this out loud.    

If she had really said the truth, she would not be Holy Maiden, who had come from Rolin, nor would she be a general of the French Kingdom. The soldiers who had gathered with great difficulty would abandon her and everything she had would be turned into nothingness.    

People would listen to a selfless general, but they would never die on the battlefield for a selfish avenger.    

Na finally understood why "Mr. Gondor" made her shout a big enough slogan.    

It was only because personal grudges were really nothing.    

So...    

"I did it to save France."    

The clear voice flowed like spring water.    

The flag was fluttering.    

"Those who are not afraid of death, come with me."    

[Present to Four Thousand Years Later]    

Today, there was a heavy matter to talk about.    

Today, the old author of the book, the creator of Mercury, the cat hidden in the crowd, the pathfinder of the historical classification - Prayer Meow, his new book was put on the shelf.    

Yes, and then he almost died.    

When he opened the book, we were all persuading him, "Look, you wrote Solomon, why don't you take advantage of the situation and go to the moon? After all, life is still important, and people don't have to go against money."     1

However, he still insisted on his own path. He did not turn to the embrace of the moon. Instead, he chose to write his own story with the Romance of History as the main content.    

In the face of such a valiant warrior who would rather die than bend, we all called him "Iron Head Child."    

So now, this warrior was finally defeated.    

Iron Head finally broke his head.    

His heart was heavy.    

The book To the Four Thousand Years Later roughly talked about a story similar to Sid Mel's Civilization. The protagonist would lead mankind to the future in different eras. Now it was about King Solomon's era. The author had a deep foundation and had a lot of knowledge. The story was indeed very good, but...    

The first chapter had gone cold.    

It was very clear.    

Perhaps if he had chosen to board the moon, it would have been a completely different situation.    

However, he still hoped that the scholars would be able to support the original Iron Head.    

After all, this could be considered giving the original creator a way out.    

Du Kang expressed his thanks.    

Alright. Next was the introduction to the book:    

To the Four Thousand Years Later Praying for Ear Meow    

He brought the civilization system to the 10th century BBC, but luckily or unfortunately, even if he died, he would be reborn into the next era, until 4000 years later.    

He lived from BBC to the Middle Ages, from the renascence to the industrial revolution, from the near future to the interstellar era. He had been a king, a prophet, a knight, and also a noble. He was a versatile artist, a genius inventor...    

This was a 4000-year human epic - -    

"To us after 4000 years:"    

"Is world peace now? Is famine extinct? Can people touch the stars? What is the lifespan of humans? How far is Earth's boundary? Humans... Do you still remember us?"    

- Discovering from the era of Earth, 10th century BBC, solomon - Prayer Book.