My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 102: Beyond the Five Steps

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One hundred and fifty knights of the Seal are the strongest knights in the entire kingdom, not only the Seal Knight, but also the all-colored Horse Knight.

As for the horse supply, of course, it comes from Red Leaf Ridge.

Twenty Kerall swords, they're all under NO10.

In the eyes of the experts, of course, this is unbeatable force. A young man in the Far East will have to reduce his own force to 3,000 because of his father's and brother's power in the next millennium, but it is the 3,000 who created Hehwey in a world of turmoil and laid down the name of half a great mountain for their home, making it even more prestigious to ride the Xuan Armor.

The young man, Li Shimin, founded the Great Tang Sheng Shi, Taizong Tang of Zhengguanzhi.

Obviously, when a weapon is streamlined to an extreme point, you can never say that he's fading away, just like thousands of years later the Special Forces —— concentrate is the essence, concentrate is the king!

But it is clear that the noblemen have not really gone to war: above and below are all guarded by the Grand Duke of the North, Andrei the Grand Duke of the East, born of euthanasia, they have not even seen the faces of the Gauls - at least not King Joseph Denki for more than a decade.

So after hearing the numbers of 150 knights and measuring their strength, they didn't hesitate to do it.

Looking at the knights slowly squeezing in on both sides of the road, Keiral covered his forehead, the knights on both sides combined with 3,000 people, the enemies were quite military literate, and did not pick the valley mountains as the road was cut off, because Keiral they were kings, were powerful, as long as the mountain terrain defense with the mountain canyon such a situation, even if more knights in front of the elite, would not rush in, drag on for a few days, a large number of rescue troops would arrive immediately. But it's not the same on this plain, pushing people, knights fighting only one: strike, strike, strike! See who wins! They naturally escaped through Altoria, and if they can't, they're directly surrounded by it.

Keiral smiled with his face covered, dropping his eyes and looking at Altoria, riding a unicorn, he smiled slightly behind his horse: “Lily, go, let them know you're brave. ”

They don't mean the enemy, but the 150 knights behind them.

To be honest, the knights' specific power is reflected in the battle, even if they are stronger than martial arts, there will still be some underneath them: what use will martial arts be in the battlefield? We ride a horse!

Altoria needs authority, force, courage, charm to truly subjugate this group of knights, to hold this power and to hold the whole kingdom in their hands.

Artoria of the HeartLink pulled out her golden sword so violently that her dazzling horse on the horse was at the forefront of everyone.

“Knights of the Round Table!!” She screamed: “Let me go!!! ”

“Buzz!” From the moment the Knight of the Round Table was founded, they had abandoned their coarse and clumsy Knight guns, and their colorful Knight's Cross swords were as daunting as the Sword Forest for the purpose of guarding.

Retreat to the team and let the swords stand together and defend themselves. Keral watches Artoria with joy. He has been defending Artoria's dignity as king with delicate methods. He has also been teaching her what she should do as king with metaphors and metaphors: raise her prestige, whether in the army, politics, or among the people.

{Lily... go.} Looking at Altoria in the sunshine, Kerall said silently, {The battlefield is your home! Go, unbeatable King Arthur!}

One horse ahead, Altoria, like a golden lion, one horse first into the enemy line, no hiding, no defense, just going, going, going!

The Golden Sword relies on the prestige it brings and the iron and steel weapons that transcend this era, no matter what happens when any weapon is touched with it.

Altoria, who controlled the horse with a rope running in her hand and waved the sword of gold, not only gave great encouragement to her Knights of the Round Table, but also gave great deterrence to the enemy - a delicate girl they couldn't stop? What about the battle power of the hundred elite Heavy Armor knights behind her?

The next minute they know!

Fighting is a mistake! If they rely on the valley camp to block both sides, Kerall without water, they will never last five days even if they kill horses on horseblood, but if they hedge on the plains and the Knight of the Seal...

Kerall has been questioning the definition of war.

What makes war?

Between countries? Between the army and the army?

How many men is war?

Ten or fifty? A hundred?

Then comes the classic battle with fewer victories.

One hundred and fifty against three thousand.

Theoretically, one hundred and fifty people could wipe out each other without killing twenty, or even less: science has shown that six successes in a unit can lead to flight, eight successes in casualties can collapse, and eight per person can collapse these knights.

But war is not something that can be won with data, and a battlefield with a combination of factors is like a soccer field, a famous word for the soccer world: soccer is round and can be used on the battlefield.

Now, for example —— Altoria is an arrow, and the knights around Altoria rush straight ahead, and Kerall, who stays in formation, is suddenly the target of the other knight.

Keiral shook his head slightly and smiled, if they could escape with numbers, to his men, because he gave them absolutely 100 per cent of the loyalty to their shelter and home, and Keiral assured them that he would never be in any danger —— even if the girls couldn't stop him, wouldn't they still have the Holy Light guardian?

Just between Kerall's thoughts, the other side has come before the Great Swords.

The girls did a great job, no, it was supposed to surprise Kerall a lot.

They have always been used as SS and police, whereas the guy who would have been wearing the title of city steward and police is an authentic soldier with absolutely no sense of order or anything.

But precisely because they exist to be guardians, they rarely even kill, not even kill.

But in the face of Kerall's dangers, they have the same demonic power of 10 to 30 percent, like a meat grinder that generally doesn't take half a step back, killing enemies five steps away with a precision version of a high-speed sword.