My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 109: Incredible Entire

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Unbelievably low his head and look at the tip of a gun sticking out of his chest, he turns his head hard to see who killed himself, but after the puncture of his lungs, every breath took a lot of life, the lobes begin to bleed rapidly and erupt between his mouth and nose, eventually just opening his eyes and he falls to the ground. Like a big frog.

Jack grinned and drew the spear, two steps forward, and as soon as he threw the spear tip, he picked down another horseman who had straightened his horse across the first platoon of infantry. The knight hung on the tip of the spear was picked off by him like a rag.

No one says infantry can be more powerful than a knight!

The knight's strength lies in riding the horse next to him, and no horse's curiosity is nothing but an odd soldier!

Jack did not hesitate to make a face at several nearby teammates, who instantly caught sight of the gods, all of whom were old men who survived the first war, facing the knights as their favorite hunters.

They supplemented their feet and even killed dozens of knights as soon as they entered the battle.

The knights stagnated, that's the second row of stagnant kung fu, the third row instantly stood up with the speed of training during the week - now they're facing three rows of gunwoods!

A knight in constant strife beats on a reef like a tide, no matter what.

Corpses like small walls have been erected in front of the first platoon, and there are people, there are horses.

Now they can easily put a gun shelf on a small wall of corpses, and if they're good riders, they can jump by, but that's just slanted into cheese by the second row, the third row of raised forest.

Using at least 2,000 bodies of the enemy, the remaining 2,500 people cannot be moved.

The archers have retrieved three arrow bags back and forth, you know that Kerall's men are full of Ace Archers, and they usually have 32 arrow bags, in other words, at least 90 arrows in each of them!

Even they couldn't help but weaken their arms.

But even so, it improves their accuracy: every arrow shot out must have been one of the knights, and after discovering that the spot in the face was too small to kill, the archers came to understand that the real arrows began to spill on the horses.

Unlike Camelot's traditional heavy horse body armor, only the horseshoe, the Scottish war horse reinforces mobility, with the exception of a saddle surrounded by iron armor on the front, revealing a robust horseshoe muscle and flesh.

In fact, they are not strong or weak, as they are in this war.

Camelot's knights can't cross the Great Wall of Flesh unless they can cross the line formed by nearly 100,000 knights and go around behind the Great Wall of Flesh for a single impact, which is impossible, of course. Nor can the Scottish knights rush through the Great Wall of Flesh because every time they show off their equestrian skills more powerful than the Camelot knights, there are longer guns than their bodies and faster arrows than lightning that make them hedgehogs at the moment of their leap.

It's a dead end.

But without the knight admitting defeat and returning to the battle, he started a desperate battle over and over again...

This team, it can almost be said, is the ultimate result of the fighting power of a principality - total annihilation!

The barrier is like a hill, shot to death in the front, stabbed to death, or trampled to death by one's own companion.

It is unbearable to see bodies like hills stacked in front of a square formation, like the battle of Hercules.

There is no language.

In addition to this regiment, a 10-man gendarmerie unit has slowly emerged, with the power to slaughter ex-combatants. Of course, the only use of the gendarmerie in the face of the Red Leaf Ridge infantry, which has never escaped, is to calculate military merit.

Fatal gunshot wounds and arrow wounds all count as a little credit, they began to cut their ears, like that distant Huaxia with a longo in his hand, a bronze sword between his waist, a hardwood crossbow on his back, while cutting off the enemy's head while fighting, fearlessly fearless, barefoot in front of the chariot's double-army-Qin.

The knights were stunned by the lightness of their performance.

“Lord Andrewson, would you like to come again?” Most of the horses on the field were stabbed to death, and the undead horses were easily laughed at by Kerall. It is worth mentioning that the injuries, which Kerall suffered after slowing down, were internal injuries and bruises at best, but were very humiliating to them.

Andrewson looked terrible in the face of Kerall's voice.

“Five thousand more!” Andrewson shouted at the followers behind him.

“But my lord!” A wise man came forward, but was forced to retreat by the scorching cold of Andrewson.

The title of wise man is found in most countries, and the effect is nothing more than that of a senior member of the King's staff, who has no power at all to participate in politics and deliberate, but only Camelot's wise man is given the title of wise man and possesses magic.

Merlin, this particular woman.

The reason why other wise men are able to gain a voice depends entirely on the degree of the king's grace, can be devolved out of politics, can come out to war, can see how low this wise man's status is, it's hard to hear, in this knightly world, he is not even as good as a very promising young knight!

Naturally retreating, he was reluctant to look at each other's formation and just shut his mouth. And you're screaming, "You idiot, don't you see that long fortress of flesh? It's like a natural defensive formation, ordinary knights have absolutely no room! Unless you gather all the knights of the Seal.

Obviously, the tactics of the other party are quite correct, and this time the 5,000 knights' assault has gone to waste, almost minimizing even the casualties to the infantry on Kerall's side: more than twenty or so, in the stabbing of the knights who accidentally were thrown at them.

Obviously, that's the knight's biggest drawback.

Lack of remote strike!

When angry Andrewson was about to order the knights to fight collectively, he suddenly started cleaning up the bodies.

There is only one purpose for this.

Kerall, they're about to attack!

“Lord Andrewson, I have a suggestion I don't know what you think...” Keiral revealed a standard fox smile, setting a trap like a skilled hunter, and every time Altoria saw Keiral's smile, it was when Keiral started counting someone.