My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 077: Breaking Time

PS: Yesterday, India was in a bad mood, I went to play with him... As for the reason, you know, men have that many days every month...

PS1: And for today, I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

PS2: Everyone in the dragon set will come out slowly, but I can't guarantee the play ~

Just a little underestimated by Kerall.

He underestimated the power of science for war...

It pierced in a flash! Easy as a meat skewer! The first collision was not directly crushed by the imaginary, but the knights lost a lot because of a sudden difference in their minds.

Why! Madhesia roared in his heart, but he had no time, and he had to kill a way out for his men, because a dozen of his men had been killed between the first collisions, and other men were going backwards and forwards to the dead forest.

He was going to kill those platoons of gunmen, and then let his men rush in to carry out the killing.

Dirty!

Waving the knight's sword in his left hand, he chopped off several crossbows that had been fired at him, and the long gun in his right hand had been clamped, with three soldiers already on it.

Even so, he was able to push the knight's gun forward again and kill again!

And these scumbags are using crossbows!

With a crossbow! Don't they have any knighthood? The angry Madhesia suddenly laughed bitterly: yes, all the knights in this territory have already marched, and they are the little ones who have the chance to move!

Faced with the other crossbow, he rushed off, but a precise crossbow shot forced him to abandon his knight's gun and lift the horse's knight's shield to block himself.

For a moment.

The knight's shield was pierced all at once. From behind the shield, it was filled with dense and numb arrows.

The crossbow rod of the crossbow trembles slightly on the shield, but Madhesia is shocked by this power… it is no longer an ordinary crossbow!

“Damn it!” Zema rushed past a figure before they had recovered and suddenly came to him.

“Buzz!!” The great muffled noise appeared in the place where the two men came into contact, the symphony of the great sword and the shield sounded sharply at this moment, like a mad warrior, with the combat power of the infantry alone can be as big as that of the knight with the seal, waving the sword of his muscles swelling, vascular surge, holding the great sword pressed constantly on the shield with all the arrow rods, as if to overwhelm the Madhesian man with the horse.

He was Byrd Windhon, the only Gaul in all the slave amnesties to be included in the Kerall SS, a mix of Gauls and Vikings to be exact, but even so Kerall still treated him equally, with a formidable sword of character and one of several ghost cards in Kerall's hands.

He was born to be something else, even in the Gaul camp. He was called a “bastard”, a "monster”, because of his hybrid and natural power, but he was redeemed here in Kerall. He smiled and squatted halfway towards him, and a gentle voice rang in his ear: "You're free, Berd. Would you be interested in being my own? I just need a thick, strong guy like you.” By then, he had decided to stay in front of Lord Kai and die first, even if he died.

Now he's thirty years old, has a beautiful wife, a lovely, half-breed, three-year-old kid with a citizenship title, and even if he was half-breed, he wouldn't be despised by anyone else, but jealous because of his citizenship.

He has nothing else to ask for, so let the battlefield die!

Keeping in mind the order he had just given, he wrapped his hands around the reportedly invincible Knight of the Seal.

“Bird, don't let him kill anyone... don't let him move! ”

“Yes!”

“So... for Lord Kai's sake, you can't move at all.” With his bare head, he had nothing but a sword, and only a linen shelter.

“Damn… what a strange force…” Not even his own love horse could bear this force pressed down by the layers, and his unyielding legs began to use a little bending to remove the power.

“Move! Antoto!!” With her feet clamped in love, Madhesia exclaimed anxiously.

“Never let you move!” Hey hey smile, even Berd can't help but float, the Knight of the Seal is not so good!

“Damn it!!” The battlefield has changed rapidly, and it has changed throughout the battlefield for as long as they have been deadlocked.

“Calculated.” Kay's eldest disciple, Argans, came to Kerall and said.

“25 ° elevation, half bow!!” Kerall took the parchment and yelled.

The six rows of archers behind him were suddenly filled with leapfrogging expressions, and they were also spear soldiers, but they had the talent that the front-row spear soldiers did not have: they were able to calculate and act on Kerall's orders.

Elevation, backlash, and centrifugal force are used for arcuate attacks, but in addition to overburden designs and other attack accuracies, there is a risk of even mishapping ourselves.

However, if calculated accurately, it is possible to do so...

Ask * * to kill!

“What is this!!!!” The rain of arrows covered the second body, the knights of the third body.

Combined with the position of powerful gravity, these two rows quickly formed a row of dead domains, and more than 50 knights fell from the horse and were stepped into a canned meat by their own companions.

Even if the next knights, with tears in their eyes, stepped on their companions and bit their teeth into the wall of the spear.

Facing death.

The spear has broken at least 400 tracks, but at the same time it includes 150 enemies, and by now it is the last three rows of spears.

“Kill him!” Even the knights couldn't help but kill the red eye. The casualties of their companions were too heavy. Their chiefs were caught in enemy formation, and they had to rush in to break through this square!

“Separated?” As the formation was reorganizing, they suddenly looked at the square and suddenly retreated backwards like melting, revealing the central formation.

“Do they think bows and arrows can pose a threat to us?” The knights laugh, they are fast, they need only one breath to rush in front of them, do they think they can kill 300 knights with just one arrow!

Don't make fun of us!

There's a limit to underestimating people!

The knights grinned, whistled, roared, and rushed towards the arrow of flat crossbows.

Then comes the arrow rain of death.

A thousand, two thousand, or more?

Five hundred people in a row, holding six consecutive crossbows, only took six seconds, the path of death unfolded...