My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 110: The Knight's Difference

“Shut up! You despicable little man! You dirty little bastard! I'll never trust you again! ”

“Did you lose on the battlefield? Do you even want to lose your style?” A smiling sentence shut Andrewson's mouth.

“The upper limit is still 5,000, no lower limit! But our king wants to take the flag! I don't know if Mr. Andrewson would be interested.” Kerall's words made Andrewson's mind count quickly and violently.

[If you cut off their new king right here, then their entire army will collapse? Or is this another plan for the kid? Let the king die and take control of the whole country? Probably! But... with the honor of killing each other's kings, no chief can unite the knights, even if the opposite side will show crushing? And even if you retreat, there's no excuse to impeach yourself? Andrewson smiled happily when he thought about it.

“Then I will do as you wish!!” Andrewson forcibly suppressed excitement and joy, so he said generously.

Then he turned around and whispered to the left and right: "Turn all the most elite knights around, don't use the seal knights, they are about to become nobles. ”

Left and right face backed off.

Even in Scotland there is a division of interests, and in the face of new nobility, there is no alternative to repression for older nobles: no one has ever thought of expanding their territory, but Scotland is equally strained: there are cliff-lined coastlines above Scotland and no place to cross the sea to do business.

It's okay to go to Scotland every year for an autumn breeze, even though Ireland below doesn't dare to mess with Camelot.

Scotland was looted by Ireland, and they lacked the tools to get past it, and at a time when there was a group of people starving to death, they had to organize the newly promoted knights to go down and loot Camelot, and if a man was looted, he didn't have to starve to death, and the knights would never come back —— the Grand Duke of the North wasn't vegetarian.

Faced with this situation, the newly promoted aristocracy will decisively divide the interests of the old aristocracy, so if the new aristocracy wants to rise above repression, it can only be loyal to an old aristocracy, where the elderly aristocracy divides its own small interests and slowly accumulates.

So Andrewson, the son of an old nobleman, is obviously very wary of the new nobles.

Unlike the dense numbness of the array just now.

Artoria looked incredibly handsome riding a snowshoe horse with arrows on this side.

Kerall looks at the array below with satisfaction, just calculating in his mind how much force is needed to take advantage of Lily's power to destroy each other instantly?

The noisy noise behind her turned Kerall slightly.

It's Beddieville.

Beddiewell was stopped by Kerall's personal defense, but she looked angry and agitated.

“Master Sage, are you insane!” Since Merlin was captured, Kerall hasn't called him a sage, even though he still holds the title of a sage. Most of us, as one of the most powerful human beings in this country, are united in calling: My Lord the Wise.

“One hundred and fifty against five thousand! How can you raise such a disparate number of fights! How dare you!” Beddiewell's anxious face said that the complexion and shallow white hair filled with copper could not mask her qualities, but despite her disability, she won the top ten knights in Camelot with excellent technology, and it had to be said that many men could not accept a woman stronger than themselves from a woman's point of view.

“Watch your tone! Lord Beddiewell!” Kerall's chief disciple, Agnes, stood up and blamed him with dissatisfaction.

Kaylar's disciples have complex feelings for Kaylar, like brothers? Like a father? More like a teacher, a perfect idol, who's going to be a perfect person like him in the future, like? Worship?

So they would never allow anyone to insult Kerall! The old guardian, now king Artoria, can't! Kaylar's father can't! The swords can't!

They don't even get used to the intimacy of the swords towards Kerall!

It's a mixture of jealousy and envy.

Even the seventh knight of the kingdom of Beddieville will never allow it!

“Sorry, excuse me!” Beddiewell bowed slightly to apologize for the tone she had just said, she was a little anxious, so she was reprimanded for calming down.

“Agnes, apologize to Knight Bedwell.” Kerall looked pale, but not for Beddieville.

“I'm sorry, Lord Beddiewell, that was rude!” Knowing that Kerall advocates class and the inferiority of the elderly and children, Bedwell, who, by status, controls the thirteen armies of the Empire, is much higher than he is, was fighting for Kerall's dignity, and must now apologize for the system.

“Knight Beddieville, I already know what you're coming for.” With a smile on the corner of her mouth, Kerall nodded softly: “I'm glad you're loyal to Lily, but I have to say, if she knew your mind would be furious. ”

“You underestimated her.” Kerall smiled with confidence in Altoria and entrusted her: “The Knights of the Seal are too underestimated. ”

“Knight Beddiewell.” Kerall turned his eyes, not even a shield or a long gun, and a knight with a knight's sword was about to strike.

The knights used a two-handed sword similar to the sword chopped in "The Brave Heart", which narrowed the sword slightly but increased sharpness and flexibility. A sword close to one metre and five will carry a large number of casualties, while the knights grabbed the knight's sword with their right hand while the horse was running and grabbed the rope with their left hand, thus waving a long sword weighing up to six kilograms.

With Altoria as the tip of the sword, two floods of steel crashed into each other, causing a huge impact and even a tremor in the earth.

The teams on both sides paused at the same time, then instantly hung together, like a sharp arrow, wearing a golden glow and a brilliant glow, Artoria like a flower on the battlefield, and a golden sword cut lined her with her golden hair, like the light of victory.

[20… 10…] Kerall is not calculating numbers, he is calculating the morale of each other!

“It's time!” Mumble, Kerall turns his head sharply: “Knight Beddiewell leads your men up right now! Send Knight Gareth on the left! Down with each other now!! ”

“Yes!!” What kind of chivalry does Bedevell have in mind when he's already anxious to comfort Altoria?

She answered loudly and rushed straight down the hillside, pulling out her sword. She shouted with a slightly dull voice: "Knights of Light Armor! Follow me!! ”

“Knight! Charge!!” Gareth's roar was full of battlefield.

Two men, a light cavalry regiment, a heavy cavalry regiment, and Kerall is trying to see how the two types of performance differ on the battlefield!

PS: Overtime... I'm in a lot of trouble, a little more than that, about four times a week... I hate overtime...