Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 349 - 39: Return

The main general has perished, and the terrified cavalry, naturally lacking the guts to continue their rampage, scattered in all directions.

Losa knelt on the ground, his hands supporting himself, wanting to assume a more dignified posture, but he couldn’t muster any strength.

After using Half-Dragon Transformation, and then casting the Holy Spear, even with the aid of bloodline power, it was still too much for the current Losa. His strong skills were plentiful, but his limitations were spiritual power and physical strength.

In the distance, amidst the flying ash, a light cough sounded.

"The ash here is really thick."

Jeanne sat on the back of a sweat-blooded horse, frowning and coughing continuously, "My lord, you really look miserable right now."

Of course miserable!

After Losa’s Half-Dragon Transformation, his body expanded to over two meters tall, with a significant weight increase. His Dragon Scale Armor was also destroyed in the Breath of the Giant Dragon, leaving him barely clothed.

Losa spoke annoyedly, "Knowing I’m miserable, why don’t you come and help me up."

He somewhat missed the early Jeanne; her current personality was too nasty!

Jeanne chuckled, knowing it was just a dream, and when he woke up, he’d be unharmed. That’s why she planned such an adventurous scheme.

Yet, deep down, she felt a bit guilty, her tone softened considerably.

"I apologize, my lord."

She dismounted and helped Losa up, "I assure you, this will only happen once; there won’t be a second time."

Seemingly surprised to hear Jeanne say so, Losa coughed once, "It’s really nothing."

If it weren’t for him having to deal with Jin Kingdom’s Ironclad, he might not have known that Dragon Descendants have the characteristic of "bathing in dragon blood," even royal members like Jin Kingdom’s Ironclad possessing Dragon of Destiny were included among the dragon species.

After all, Eastern Dragon Vein, Eastern True Dragon, and Western Giant Dragon are entirely different things.

Especially the so-called "Dragon Qi," the monarchs he has met until now are not few, Baldwin IV, Empress Ragaya, and Saladin, they are unquestionably true monarchs.

Yet Losa has never felt any "Dragon Qi" from them.

Perhaps, Dragon Vein Fortune is exclusive to the Eastern Dynasty, or it might only be exclusive to the Eastern Dynasty in Yesterday’s Giant Ship World.

After all, the world he is in doesn’t even have gunpowder, and the rules differ from both Yesterday’s Giant Ship and his previous life.

Anyway, the awakening degree of Dragon Descendant Bloodline has further increased, and the acquired Destiny Black Dragon can strengthen as the power grows, equivalent to a growth-type talent, which is a good thing.

Losa’s feet softened, his movements stirring up a cloud of ash.

"Be careful."

Jeanne had a hidden smile on her face, "Breathing in this ash could equal half an arm of this person in their lifetime."

Losa wasn’t disgusted but held her shoulder and smiled, "How is it, am I not amazing? In this battle, I am the number one hero. Sure enough, even after all these years, you still rely on me."

Jeanne’s lips curled slightly, "It’s just average; if it were me, the process definitely wouldn’t be as thrilling."

Losa’s face was full of disbelief; Jeanne didn’t have area-of-effect magic, and the Holy Spear targeted individuals. In terms of area damage, Losa was already ahead of all the attendants.

Far off, the gates of Qingshui County were wide open.

County Magistrates led militia and commoners, unarmed, rushing out to rescue the wounded.

Jeanne was a bit surprised, "These people have some courage, at least they aren’t afraid those Jin Kingdom Cavalry will return."

"Look at what you’re saying, not all Song people are cowards."

Losa said earnestly, "Yue Fei, King Yue, even in our time, still revered by thousands, there are many people and events worthy of great praise."

"I understand, just like the Eastern Empire."

Jeanne also became serious.

She knew that Losa, in his previous life, was Han Chinese, having fondness and sympathy for the Song people.

This is also why all these attendants, whether Italian, French, or Transylvanian, Prussian, can speak fluent Chinese first, followed by their native language.

"If my lord traveled to the Song Dynasty, you would probably be Emperor by now?"

"It depends on who the Emperor is. If it’s the two Emperors Huizong or Zhao Gou, those fools, then rebel. If it’s Emperor Renzong..."

Losa paused slightly, pondered, then said, "I’d probably still rebel, but might hesitate for a while."

"Rebelling would mean many deaths, right?"

Losa said seriously, "Not rebelling would also mean many deaths, like a dull knife slicing meat. It’s better to raise the flag and rebel, then after seizing the world, driving out the foreign invaders, and then rejuvenating."

"That would be such a pity."

Jeanne showed a hint of anticipation.

She quite wanted to see what a rebel leader Losa would look like, would it be like that guy named Liu Bowu, wearing long robes, who didn’t seem very capable in a fight?

"Are we about to wake up?"

"We have a quarter of an hour left; do you want to say anything to those Song people?"

Losa originally wanted to say something, but thinking this was just a dream, they couldn’t change the predetermined history, he shook his head instead.

"There’s nothing more to say."

"Then let’s wake up."

The world before Losa gradually blurred until it plunged into darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was tightly holding a soft, delicate hand.

"You’re awake."

Prajna lightly furrowed her brows, "This dream seemed rather bumpy."

Losa, feeling the air that was different from the battle record, exhaled deeply, "Indeed, do you want to hear about it? Honestly, I didn’t expect it to be just me and Jeanne involved."

...

Far on Cyprus Island, in the military camp within Limassol City.

Renault suddenly woke with a jolt in his tent, feeling over his body, before waking, a Jin Kingdom Ironclad with a Great Axe had smashed his chest cavity, causing him to cough blood and die.

At the time, it hurt him terribly.

The comrades lying beside him looked at him with suspicion, both their eyes meeting.

After a while, one spoke, "Did you have a nightmare too?"

Renault replied in disbelief, "Were you... pierced by an arrow through the eye socket, right?"

"Not a dream."

"That wasn’t a dream."

Renault muttered, "Remember what the Grand Knight Commander told us? This is a test for us and an invaluable experience."

His volume was not low, and for a moment, everyone around seemed to return to that battlefield filled with blood and death, Jin Kingdom’s Ironclad being the most terrifying enemies they had ever encountered.

"If we hadn’t relied on barricades and backed against the city walls to force those Ironclad off their horses, really in the wilderness, we’d have been instantly scattered and crushed."

The Farmer Soldiers whispered to each other.

Far away in another camp exclusively for Monastic Knights, they hung crosses from their chests, and their expressions were devout as they prayed.

Without a doubt, they had experienced a miracle.

Far in Constantinople, the Grand Master, in a dream, gathered all his soldiers for a grand military exercise. The enemies they faced were unprecedentedly strong.

This experience far exceeded people’s imagined scope of witchcraft, definitely a miracle.

"Heavenly Father loves the lord, hence grants him the privilege of wielding divine power. We must wholeheartedly assist the lord, protect the Holy Land and the pilgrimage routes, spread the Heavenly Father’s glory. Amen."

Hiberland, the Commander of the Teutonic Order, and the other nine members of the Great Knight Council, drew the cross in front of them devoutly and muttered hymns.