My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 080: Dust Settling

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“Why did you break out?” Kerall, who thought he was an opponent of the same rank, was incredibly watching his opponent blow the Strike.

“But fine, the glory of the knight... my warrior's blood will be washed with you.” Kerall now has a different layout. He has now placed the Archer and Crossbowman completely inside the Square, with spears on all sides, and is not afraid of each other's battles.

Obviously, the first time 500 cavalry were annihilated to the Kerall infantry was more than just glory, contribution value, courage made them very angry at the knights who had just attacked them.

They were just dumbfounded, disturbed by the formation, and they couldn't even find their own squad leader, let alone regroup to stop them.

But now that they are intact, are 3,000 of them afraid of the little 300?!

So Kerall issued an attack order directly.

“One, two, three, go!” When Keiral gave this order, it was filled with feelings of purity, and when he heard Keiral's order, the horn was whimpered, facing the horn, and everyone screamed out loud, it was a song of war.

“kameo.heros.theme!” The whole song was chanted with hum or roar, which is perfect for the army. (The song was meant to be heros.theme, but the heros.theme was too slow, so I chose a more burning kameo.heros.theme!

Singing kameo.heros.theme As the lyrics step forward, a thousand light infantry as a 10,000 heavy infantry step forward in a unified step, the momentum condenses with every single word.

Infantry strikes are not the same as cavalry strikes. The knights only need to pull a rope to make the rider go fastest, but if the infantry runs, let alone talk about strength, and when they come to the enemy, they don't have the strength to spear and kill the enemy.

The three squares stick together like a thick wall, and the pressure from the three rows of spears is unparalleled, let alone the walls that move forward?

Not to mention the knights, even a good horse watching himself with a stabbing wall is restless and accelerating horseshoes.

Nor did the knights expect that the Kerals would dare to fight back, which would make them look a little different. Most of their opponents were the knights' counter-attacks, and in the face of the infantry, they had never - the Gaul kind of scattered attack could never be described as a counter-attack: it was just a crowded embrace.

Eventually, they decided to attack!

Who are the knights afraid of when it comes to offense?

But when you touch them, you know where their mistakes are.

The cavalry's greatest advantage over infantry is the length of the weapon, in addition to the power of the machine: the cavalry gun is between one metre and two metres long, and the longest, bravest knight can even hold a three-metre long cavalry gun.

But all of this instantaneously stopped being advantageous after facing the Macedonian spear as short as eight meters and as long as ten meters, and many knights were instantly penetrated by the spear because of their impact: ordinary spears rarely could penetrate the knight's thick plate armor with the lock inside!

When the Macedonian spears and infantry on the first floor were stabbed down or taken off the ground by the inertia of the knights, the second row of heavy drinks suddenly stabbed out the strength of breastfeeding.

Quite a few knights were stabbed by this sudden spear. At least a hundred knights were stabbed. Only two or three of them were super-responsive enough to escape. As for the others, even if they were all stabbed in the body, they were instantly stabbed down by dozens of spears.

“Kill!” Kerall's disciples ranked more than 300 equally military talents, Jack, the captain of the squad, shouted. His relationship with Flynn was the best of all, and they both knew each other's secrets: they were Gaul children, but even then they still had equal access to education, and they had been dating and killing enemies together, serving teachers together, getting knighthood titles together, marrying wives together, their children being brothers forever if they were sons, and their daughters forever and Ti.

But in the first battle, Flynn died!

When he heard the news, Jack just felt his chest burning. His face was stained with blood, and his face was gloomy. He was like a demon climbing through hell, killing enemies like a madman.

When he heard his words, his team drank loudly and stabbed him at the same time. “Kill!”

Pause for a moment, and the whole squad will have a loud drink and then have a blast, like a crack in the sky: "Kill! ”

Facing like spears up, down, left and right, the 300 knights squad in the district... all extinguished!

Faced with only a few rides of enemies left, Kerall finally relieved: “Finally… it's over. ”

The war was over, but his work was far from over.

“Walk scout rides! Reconnaissance range 1,000 meters! If there is an enemy attack, sound the arrow immediately!” The same loss Kerall will not eat for the second time, the arrow is ancient, the arrow as a whistle, the tail three wings, just need to shoot into the sky and bring out a loud screaming noise within a kilometer.

“Tell Bailey to lead the medical team to me immediately! Order the archers immediately, the crossbowmen to start rescuing the wounded, order the two squadrons to separate the squadrons and repair the site, and a squad of spears to start cleaning up the battlefield!” Keiral's orders were orderly, well organized, no matter what the details, and Keiral's orders gave Altoria another trick.

“Go," Kerall rushed toward the chaotic position where at least a few hundred of his soldiers were still lying motionless from serious injuries.

“Lie down! You're gonna be okay!” Almost jumping off a unicorn, Keiral was half kneeling in front of a wounded soldier, his chest had been completely stabbed by a knight's gun, presumably a Macedonian spear too long, the knight's gun had just made a big hole in his chest and pierced his lungs, and now he was having trouble breathing, even blood spraying along his mouth and nose between his breaths.

Lay him flat on the ground, and Kerall looked at his hopeful eyes and soothed his heart: "You'll be fine, I'm coming! You're gonna be okay!” There was a slight white light in his hand, and just after healing his lungs, he went towards the next one: he didn't want to heal him completely, but there were still more than a thousand people seriously injured, and if he didn't have enough magic in the end, he would probably save one less person if he consumed one more piece of magic now.

Kerall still sees that very clearly.