My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 079: The Knights' Strike

PS: I finished the update earlier this morning and went to the hospital to lie down...

“How are the casualties?” Kerall stared at each other's cavalry positions, frowned, without turning back, and asked softly.

“Teacher, one thousand eight hundred and thirty-five casualties... five hundred and twenty-four serious injuries, no minor injuries... one thousand three hundred and eleven deaths.” The third disciple, Ripler, was dark, "and furthermore, Flynn was dead. ”

Flynn is a military talent ranked about 300 out of Kerall's disciples. Although he is very problematic on the big picture, he has a very acute direction for small-scale combat. For his death, Kerall knows with his knees that Flynn must have discovered the existence of the enemy and that his acute perception must not have allowed the enemy to work through the camp... I'm afraid his entire team is dead? Kerall's eyes were filled with darkness and sadness.

“Al, come and tell me who the enemy is.” Keiral couldn't help biting his teeth off, he had just won a glorious victory and was attacked again by the enemy, and this upside and downside was fortunately due to such intelligent people as Keiral, otherwise other commanders would have collapsed.

“It's Ray's cavalry!” Looking at the floating horseshoe flag on the iron, Altoria looked gloomy and not very excited.

Less than a month after King Joseph's death, so many people came forward, one or two of them accidentally, and the lord had ambitions, but these three or four successive rebellions had to think about King Joseph's mistakes.

Being his own father was a terrible blow to Altoria.

“Thunder, Thunder, Thunder...” Kerall muttered the name as if he remembered something: “Viscount Chamberlain of Thunder Land died two years ago, replacing him with Harry, son of Viscount Chamberlain...”

“Harry! ”

Kerall's eyes shone like electricity into the enemy line: "I'm afraid this is the only one of our enemies, Harry! Not knowing the law of knighthood, not knowing the glory of a warrior, actually attacked in the middle of a war..."

Suddenly he looked up and sighed, “I'm corrupt! I just think of the Knight's rule WWI, WWI, WWI, WWI, WWI. He taught me a lesson. I want to thank him!” Though this tuition is stacked with the flesh and blood of thousands of people in his territory, more people will be buried for this lesson in the future.

“Harry. Brett! Let's win.” The wolf no longer appears on Kaylar's face, and Kaylar, who is furious, wants to defeat this enemy like never before.

Harry Brett had a good time! Super cool!

Who's Kerall?

Camelot, the young first!

The elders have been hanging by their mouths, other people's children!

Perfect! Handsome! Double!

Ten years old won the title of King himself that no one else will ever get. Fifteen years old is talented. Demonic poetry is far from the world. Literary people are about to drip out of the water. Even on the other side of the coast, there are many young artistic girls waiting to marry in Kailar's world, and they look forward to a close encounter.

The harvest he made, the wine, the red leaf, let alone the world.

Red Leaf Ridge is like the pearl above His Majesty's head, even Camelot is implicitly led by Red Leaf Ridge.

Everything is thanks to that young literary artist, Kerall...

Kerall this... Kerall that...

Harry has had enough!!

Does he, Viscount Harry, really, not even have a title at all, but a “wise man" as a casual official in his position?

So after King Joseph died on the mountain over his head, he rushed to lead his own Ding-like 300 knights here.

I had no idea Red Leaf Ridge was already fighting!

That flag, that of the cavalry, he knew, the knight of the Order of Glory of Madhesia, headed by his elder brother, Madhesia, whom he had worshipped since childhood.

But the object he admired in his heart... defeated!

Unjustifiable, unjustified defeat!

Madhesia fell into enemy formation, and his knights took turns striking the square, but the positive impact still did not escape the end of defeat...

He's scared! Scared in the heart! Fear of deep bone marrow! He gave orders to the Knights, fearlessly and without hesitation, to attack the weaknesses in the rear of the formation.

Winning! Turning that inexhaustible young man into a two-forceful young man, the average young man finally sighed heavily, like a proud cock, and he shook his head with his hands up in front of his cavalry.

He was proud to finally win the literary youth and finally win a mountain on his mind. He was so happy!

But when he looked at his men, like a basin of cold water dripping from head to foot, he suddenly felt a little sad, but then came the great anger; “What are you looking at! That means you! What the hell are you looking at? ”

It's just a housekeeper in the district! Just a samurai from the district! How dare you defy him, the noble Viscount, whose fragile and proud self-esteem was inspired in a flash.

“Lord Viscount, we just don't think your command is right for us.” One of the most talkative knights stood up and implicitly expressed the dissatisfaction of all.

Honestly, as a tactic, Harry's arrangement is not wrong. With 300 cavalry against ten times more enemies, picking weaknesses and picking up leaks is okay, but for the knights, it is a shame and a disgrace, and they are proud, it doesn't mean they are brainless. Even they have no return!

But so what!

They'd rather die on the road like the Knights of Madhesia than attack their logisticians from the back of the enemy like a despicable assassin!

It's a shameful, shameful battle, and if they win, they'll just be scolded by a thousand ancient spits, because they've lost their knights' faith, let alone lost, sneak attacks, and they'll be tied to the poles of shame forever.

Ever since Harry Brett gave that order, he has centrifuged himself with his knights, because Harry is not a knight, Harry is nothing but a martial arts nobleman! He doesn't understand the glory of a knight. He doesn't understand!

So he's furious.

“What will happen! That's it!!” He shouted.

The knights were not giving him a chance to speak because they directly took his roar as an order and blew the knight's horn.

On their horseshoes, they staunchly rushed forward...