My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 032: Multifunctional Combat Types: Knight King

PS: I haven't slept all night... I don't know why I just can't sleep... why... I'm so excited to think I can play with Dinesha... how can I be =... someone so pure...

PS1: First, go to sleep, second, it's probably late at night.

It was England, the first to introduce the concept of a sniper and successfully sniped most * * junior and middle ranking officers in the Second Trench War.

It was Britain, the first country to introduce the concept of special operations and to establish the SAS Air Corps, the first country in modern special operations, to build a tree in both land, sea and air operations.

It's still England, 3,500 years ago, but the concept of combat has not changed at all... beyond the sea, Kerall can only say that these knights are invincible...

Let's start with the knights' gear.

A set of iron armor, including horses.

Needless to say, the average knight's suit they all have: for example, a strong round shield, a sharp knight's sword, perhaps the only difference is the original knight's gun, made of wood, broken at the touch...

The original two-metre Knight gun was not slightly shortened, but it was not quite the same as the original wood plan: the most robust hybrid metal of the era: copper and iron cast, copper makes the Knight gun rusty, while iron makes the Knight gun stronger.

Don't joke!

Looking at those two meters long, even 500 knights would walk on thousands of square meters of land for them to march on —— the space they needed to line up, and if they were to run, they would need more.

Though it is known that they will run in a dense formation, and that more than two metres of knight guns will become like guns and forests, Kerall is still very uncomfortable and slightly disdainful with the way this cold weapon is fought: probably the reason why high quality battles and wars have been watched too much, far from rifle tank bombs, and nearby Dinesha Priscia, Kerall will not be able to see the way it is fought until —— the knights have finished singing and started to fight.

“What do they want! Leighton is crazy!” Enemies don't shrink out of the city, and battling the field is a knight who beats hundreds of big husbands in the face of shrinking eggs. The emperors can't do what they deserve: ask them to hit the walls! Don't joke! This is a big mistake in command!

“Without Leighton, Leighton wouldn't have made such a stupid decision… Commander, does that idiot have to be proud to forget his power!” Kerall thought only half a day about putting such a command error on a non-existent commander.

Gao Wen grinned and pulled Keiral's horn: “Kai, watch quietly. ”

Keiral glanced at Gauwen with a frown and looked back at the township's tall walls as if it were a tank.

Even here, so far away, you can feel the slightest vibration of the earth, and 2,000 knights bring more than that!

Hit it!

Kerall can't even look at it!

Like Don Quixote, these knights did not hesitate to launch an assault against the walls made of boulder...

But the roar of the earth opened Kerall's eyes...

“It broke!” Keiral looks incredibly stuck in the hair like tofu by Ira, who the knights drive straight into: “Oh, my God, who's going to tell me what's going on... without this tofu scum! ”

It's broken!

That's right! Just like a thin plank of wood, like tofu, that thick wall... just like plastic was stabbed in by a dense array of guns, the knights didn't pay any attention to the screams of the wall and just smashed the wall, and then the whole of Ira was ravaged again: the last time it was the Gauls who did it, it was less than a month before the Herald arrived.

When most Gauls were still intoxicated with wine, barbecue, and women, they were unwittingly uprooted, using this group of Gauls to bury the whole of Ira, King Joseph did not care at all about the lives of the Camelot residents still alive in Ira. It seemed to him too much trouble to rebuild an Ira, so let's just connect the Gauls of about 100,000 people together - even after his death, such casualties would be enough to make Camelot worry-free for five years.

That would pave the way for his descendants - as for how many people died in this place, and how many Gauls would be killed - not that he cared, and sometimes the king was heartless.

One hundred thousand!

Huge numbers!

I don't know if anyone has ever reported anything on the school stage... Looking down from above, the black pressure is all human head, so many people are actually less than 800 people...

You can imagine 100,000, how many of these 800 people are more than a hundred times -- thousands of miles long!

Though surrounded by three directions, not so many people can kill instantly!

Now the knights rushing into the city, every knight's gun is like a barbecue string: three or four? You're embarrassed to take it out. Seven or eight people in a row. It's so good to bake!

But it also affects the speed of the horse's punch. Although Kerall's head is going crazy about the reason for the horse's power so far, the warriors who affected the speed decisively lost the knight's gun: there's a mark and a home badge, and it's easy to find them.

Pulling out the knight's sword in his hand, the knights went from the bloody Duke of Dracula (note ①) to the throat-cutting Celtic, singing a battle song into the enemy's skull.

The Gauls were frightened, like a bereaved dog, like a broken fox, without even basic tactics, and a bunch of bees poured towards more than a dozen big ships in that port.

Kerall watched as the colony of ants continued to feed a big boat, and the heavy weight he carried pulled the big boat down completely below the horizon.

The rest of us were screaming in the water to get ashore, but the countless Gauls on the shore wanted to squeeze into the ark as if they could escape the iron flood, and there were people squeezed down again and again, so how could they be good friends or even brothers?

So the best end for people underwater is to use their strength to sink to the bottom of the ocean, and the tragic end is to climb one at a time and get kicked down again...

The knights' pursuit finally came to the port, perhaps physically weak or for some other reason. The knights began to kill the Gauls in the port, but did not board the ship to slay them all. They watched the knights run back and forth at the pier to slaughter their compatriots. The Gauls who sailed on the ship did not have any anger and vengeance whatsoever against the Celtic knights for slaughtering their compatriots, some with endless fear and chestnuts.

After all, it's the same whether it's bandits, pirates or races who rob this kind of thing. There's no such thing as bending humanity, but there's no way to resist the fear of power...

Ultimately, more than a dozen big sailboats crawled into their nest, and the Gauls floated across the river carrying their wounded hearts - what they didn't know was that Grand Duke Andrei Etok, Kerall's muscle father, had already smiled and blocked his way out of the sea with only a few battleships - you had no choice but to take more of you on your boats, and you were no better than a turtle on land! There's more of us now! Are you ready after the invasion fails!!