My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 078

Knife Maker

PS: UPDATE = = I'm going to write a light novel... and I'm going to help Ajin refer to the 10,000 word correction later = = If the book is almost 200,000 years old, why don't you sign with me? Am I going to do better?

Blood, it can't stop.

He knew clearly that he was no longer capable.

The left shoulder was deeply caught in the bone by a crossbow and the left hand was completely immobile.

The abdomen was stabbed in the stomach by the spear, which had grown to be strange, but had been stabbed despite having avoided the point, and it was true that he had been badly traumatized despite the fact that the aftermath of the attack had slashed the spearhead.

“Legion Leader…” The Legion Leader is still fighting, still in enemy formation, but the Knights of Madhesia, who lost his command, are dead.

Partner...

Turn around and look around.

There are no more partners.

Lost his master's horse.

The warriors fell to the ground or died immediately...

They lost.

Knights, it's just him and the Legion Leader.

Knights of Madhesia... gone.

No, no, no!

And me!

I'm still here!

Knights of Madhesia!

“Hooray!!! ”

With the flag up, there's no one around anymore.

“Knights of Madhesia! Long live!!!” Even if he was the only one facing him, his opponents were full of respect, waiting strictly for his slow onslaught, no more companions, no more pressure from a platoon to fall down the mountain, but the crossbowmen still looked seriously at the onslaught knights.

A ride, with no forward movement, with pride, was shot as a hedge...

Respect your opponents, respect yourself.

In the Middle Ages, France often gave preference to prisoners.

It's not how humane they are, it's the feng shui that rotates around your house this year, maybe tomorrow you will be captured, so treat them better today in order to avoid being abused tomorrow.

But England's knights are different.

England's knights saw death as a glory, they died fearlessly, and all they feared was that the flag would be trampled and dusted.

Kerall sighed softly as he watched his hands hold the flag and even death would kill the knight on the road: “Why is this knight in the hands of others...“

Of course, Keiral knows that his knights are more elite than these knights, but without injustice he carries with him a pity that these knights are usually cultivated for about 20 to 30 years, not to mention these elites. If he can definitely create the Hercules, die here, die in the Camelot Civil War... it's just not worth it!

This is bullshit!

Keiral looked at the soldiers on the scene who had begun to clean up the battlefield and whispered.

Instead, his disciples had no such sentiments, and the whole camp was filled with excitement and self-confidence.

Because they finished the myth...

The myth of riding with a walker!

Leaving aside their military proportions, it is simply remarkable progress to say that in a weak and overwhelming situation, most of the tactics they have previously put in place have been effective and efficient.

And the soldiers are simpler, glory or something belongs to the knights, and they have nothing to do with it. All they need is the value of their contribution: after this fight, I'm afraid they're citizens. No, maybe even a nobleman!

The militias, who killed several knights with their own hands, were exhilarated and masturbated.

“What's going on!” Keiral returned from the disciples' chatterful reports and turned his head and drank. The horseshoes were close, and their formation was very scattered!

Three hundred people, very few...

Less than 5,000 militias.

But the formation of 5,000 militias has been completely disrupted. Cleaning the battlefield is divided into one part, another part of the spear, one part of the crossbow formation, one part of the archer, the rear staff of Kerall sitting in the rear.

And now the enemy is ravaging the array of archers, who, despite their usual training in melee combat, drew a short sword to resist, so weak and powerless that they were slaughtered like straw in front of the cavalry's powerful impact and knight's gun.

For a moment, Kerall's eyes were all red.

“We can't let them do this!” Keiral shouted, waving his sword at the same time: "Horses, come with me!! ”

His screaming changed Altoria's face. With the knight's armor, she reached a little slower and didn't catch Keiral's corner. However, at this moment, Keiral crossed the unicorn and drank aloud: “All the literary students immediately retreated into the city, and Wukesheng took his horse and killed his enemies!! ”

“Kai, you can't go!” Before Altoria finished, Kerall pulled a string and turned the unicorn towards the enemy.

“Shit! Be sure to hit you when you get back!!” Altoria was about to blow up, pulling up her date red horse, crossing the horse and rushing up with Kerall.

And the swords were unambiguous, and as Kayla progressed, the swordsmen were overthrown by the swordsmen, and although they had left the organization, they could not kill without killing ordinary people.

Striking down a knight, the unicorn also directly broke the other horse's bones. Keiral lost consciousness for a while. When he faced Merlin, he said that he would never learn to attack magic and would never kill with magic, but now he has a long sword to slay the horse is no different than magic...

Perhaps the only difference is that magic is more efficient.

Kerall's perceived magic has reached its maximum, with dozens of light clusters like eyes allowing Kerall to see the whole battlefield situation.

Kerall followed a group of defeated soldiers who constantly rescued his men from the cavalier's squad.

Eventually, the Cavalier Squad finally gathered slowly, not in pursuit of the mutilators, and Kerall slowly gathered his men because of his particularly dazzling performance on the battlefield.

Looking at the defeated soldier behind him in an ugly way, Kerall drank aloud: "Order troops, count!! ”

Three thousand!

The Knights of the Battle of Madhesia were also only about 350 people killed in the battle, but although not checked in detail, Kerall was clearly seen in the rear highlands.

But in the face of these guys, Kerall has 2,000 dead!

No, there may be some injuries and disabilities, but it's already insignificant, about 3,000 people... more than half of the casualties!

Thanks to mechanical training during the week and small groups, now even if they lose their captains, team captains, column captains, they are able to immediately listen to the words of other senior officers.

Closed his eyes, Kerall's eyes revealed green light. If he hadn't just fought so hard to gather a lot of people, I'm afraid the first war would have made the Red Leaf Ridge infantry system disappear...

Damn, who's across the street!