My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 075: Mantis Catching Cicadas

PS: The last few days have been: sick, resting, helping with the Indochinese manuscript, talking to the crowd...

PS1: Everyone in the group helped themselves a lot, thanks to P-jun, Phoenix, Melody and others who helped me think about it last night...

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PS3: A little tired lately, but more guaranteed every day...

When Demarcia came to Red Leaf Collar with 500 knights, he was deeply shocked by the view of Red Leaf Ridge.

And the life of the residents of Red Ye Ridge surprised him. From the top down, it was a beautifully planned farm and saffron green tile estate. The road was the most suitable road for the cavalry to run (the cavalry should be best suited to the plain, running on modern highways without horseshoes would easily tear the horseshoes apart, the horseshoes are brittle…), the carriage could walk in unscrupulous four rows, from here far across the city, free of chaos and turmoil, a small ditch to drain waste water into a large pond, and the city was neatly planned in a row, looking very neat and beautiful.

Though he knew that his battle was not a battle of justice, Madhesia was thrilled by the Lord's statement that the people were about to be treated in Red Leaf Ridge and calmed down. Madhesia raised a knight's gun, which was an indication of his impending assault.

In the name of the land of Madhesia, and even the "glory of Madhesia”, he certainly had pride, but the 500 knights behind him were ordinary knights without titles. In spite of the death of the infantry, in the face of the 3,000 Red Leaf Ridge knights with the seal of the Emperor, he truly felt that he had no advantage, either qualitatively or quantitatively.

It was only after the 3,000 knights struck out in full that he gained some confidence in winning.

The knights are slowly riding their horses down the hill, too far from Red Leaf Ridge, and I'm afraid they're exhausted before they get into town: they're not as wealthy as Red Leaf Ridge and have hybrid horses.

All the knights laughed out loud at the infantry that slowly seemed to emerge from the honeycomb, although they had no seal, which did not hinder their absolute confidence in their own force as knights, who, as qualified knights, began to exercise their martial arts continuously from the age of eight until the age of twelve, and then passed on to other famous knights as knights.

Don't look at Altoria being so comfortable under Kerall. Don't think it's a good job. Kerall's not a knight! Real knights have knight armor, knight guns, knight swords, saddles, horses.

The Knight Horse keeps the Knight armor, Knight guns, swords, feeding horses, cleaning horse dung, stables, etc., and more tragically as a waiter to cook and drive...

As knights, they all have this experience, just as college freshmen and recruits do when they come to college and military camps, similar to traditional barometric newcomers, suppressing their arrogance and flames, allowing them to learn peacefully and with their usual hearts.

And so did the Horseman.

They learned the strength and weakness of knight armor in the maintenance of knight armor, they learned the length and weight of knight guns from wiping knight guns, they learned the sharpness and width of knight swords from the maintenance of knight swords, they developed intimate and good relationships and acquiescence from feeding horses, cleaning stables and horses.

Their knight guns can accurately hit weak enemy armor as they run, their knight's sword can cut the throat in the gap between the enemy's armor with the edge of milliseconds, they can flank their bodies and block each other's swings with the strongest knight's armor, they can also lift a rope and step on a shorter infantry with a horseshoe, their strength is not without confidence!

Cavalry is the most luxurious and powerful of all, and their pride as king of war has not vanished from the beginning.

In spite of defining this war as aggression, Madhesia's battle against the infantry could not help but burn in anger.

Are you underestimating us? Master Sage!

Of course, only the man with the artistic title, said to be the Wizard Keiral, did this, not to mention the silver hair of the white robe, the man riding on Mount Whitehorse, waving a long sword of cold light in front of the infantry, as if he had always mobilized before the battle.

But, ah, that's the biggest insult to the knights! Maximum!

“Take a breath!” Madhesia raised her knight's rifle loud and drank, and he walked to the top of the entire cavalry queue: “I'll only give you one breath to break through! Don't stop until you're ready! I'm gonna get that sage! ”

“Hey yo!!!” Kiki's big drink excited the knights, and they clamped the handle of the knight's gun into their armpits, so that the power they could harness included the horses, themselves, the impact and the weight of the knight's gun itself.

Don't underestimate the ancients, they just don't have the finesse to divide science into nouns and systems. Their intelligence is much smarter than the ordinary people we grew up with in pollution!

Their horses began to run small, this unified footsteps, but the surplus runs were actually more intensely stressful in spirit, and they were able to approach the enemy slowly and then crush a dead corridor out of the crowd at a distance of about 100 to 50 meters.

And on the other side, Kerall's 10-year sword infantry regiment.

Kerall is doing pre-war mobilization.

Needless to question, there is no concept of victory in their minds, and in fact, as native indigenous people, they know more than Kerall how powerful a cavalry is.

But Kerall didn't expect them to win either!

“Turn around and look behind you!” Kerall drank that his unicorn would run 500 meters from this end to that end in front of the 5,000 man's square.

“Your family, your family, your wealth is all behind you, can you retreat?!” A silence of silence, but everyone held on to the barrel and their dead white fingers showed tension and tension in their hearts.

“I know knights are powerful, but are we all dry eaters? Why did I train you for ten years?” Keiral raised his sword in his hand and shouted, “To enable you to protect your own family, your own loved ones! Now our goal is not that ambitious to defeat them, we just have to stick to my father's return! Do you have the confidence to resist them? ”

Kerall is a liar, so-called support until his father comes back is just fart, the knight only needs one meeting and can chisel through the battlefield, then split into teams to kill the defeated! And there are only two steps they can do: be slaughtered, or force the knights to stop, and then stop them with a Macedonian spear as long as six to eight meters, and then destroy them with strength.

It's just that this group is already at the top of the era, but can the mentally weak army of rookies really beat the most powerful army in the world...

Looking at them with pale faces and hard fingers, Kerall knew that if it hadn't been for 10 years of training, they wouldn't have spoken at any time, I'm afraid they'd have crossed their ears already!