My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 111: World War I Fame

PS: Okay, okay, just don't change it.

PS1: By the way, the girl with the title is cute ~ Isn't it fun to change it ~

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PS3: The sage of the same person will be made up tomorrow ~

Immediately cheerful.

Enemy, all weapons have been broken, no one can see to stop him. In the blink of an eye, he has broken through the enemy's camp, there are no more enemies...

Behind you is...

Cheers and triumphs like a tsunami!

Not knowing when he had expanded from one hundred and fifty knights to a thousand, he stepped on his horse to the position where the enemy commander had just stood, and Altoria suddenly turned back high and raised the sword of gold.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!!” The knights who were hunting down their enemies raised their arms and shouted like a tsunami.

Enemy shame! I'll take his clothes off!!

A big, fast win!

After defeating ten times more enemies than himself over Artoria's bravery, the newly enlisted king brought his first victory to his people.

When the war returns to the country, the nation is boiling!

With a fanatical atmosphere of war, the whole country is in full swing.

One hundred of these spectacular feats are certainly not something a mortal can do, but little Kerall, who plays a word game, delivers all the credit to Artoria.

After Artoria Haumai's 150th horseman crushed 5,000 knights' feat, no one had any other thoughts about this female king. Even if the Keral word game knights were silent, they asked themselves whether they really didn't have the courage to lead 150 people like her to face thousands of army attacks, not to say elite problems, but to row by row, more than 50 people stretching about 100 meters from row to row, the black pressure was like a mountain, like the sea.

That mix of forces and the killing of hundreds of thousands of ordinary recruits confronts the problem of instantaneous collapse.

Not to mention there's only 150 people on my side!

This audacity and audacity is simply admirable!

The king is a king!

When the knights raised this idea in their invisibility, it naturally took a victory to pour it into the trees!

When the knights shut up, of course, Kerall can publicize without hesitation, and his 5,000 infantry wins the same 5,000 cavalry that becomes blind to such great news… like a shark at the feet of a whale.

The entire battlefield is full of killing and captivity, stripped of armor and weapons, horses and ornaments, and once noble knights are now tied in a bundle like lambs in underwear, each of which is worth five contributions, while the average civilian is worth two contributions, and the ears with only one contribution are clearly worth more.

But it makes no sense if we do not defeat the enemy head-on - there are now more than forty fifty in the territory of other Scottish lords, and twenty or thirty less knights, who are simply insurmountable fighters for Rangers, so Rangers simply cannot capture ordinary Scotsmen alive and bring them from behind enemy lines except for assassinations.

That is why assassinating enemy civilians causes social unrest, mapping, destroying enemy buildings and burning enemy granaries is the only justification.

The knights drove the captives behind them. There are Kerall's students.

Medical students weren't there, they were in the backyard bandaging for their own people, cutting out meat that could be inflamed, and there were other injuries that could become troublesome, and Kerall was there, and he was doing teaching experiments with real people, and a lot of students were looking around at Kerall and using Kerall's methods on their patients.

Another wave of students is the opening of a register of contribution values.

As mentioned earlier, they can also receive different proportions of merit for work rewards, which, although a tedious matter, involves not only counting the number of prisoners but also ascertaining their fate - something that knights often argue about, or even persuade.

At the end of the day, it has to be written on parchment paper. Parchment rolls are easy to store, but they are hard to dry. Sometimes a slight rub is an ink mark, which is really troublesome.

It was at the end of the day that the prisoners were brought into the camps.

With regard to these prisoners, Kerall used the meta-human method of sitting together, splitting the 50 prisoners into one team and executing them all as long as one person escaped.

In other words, as long as someone tries to escape for their name, there must be a whistleblower, and no one can take these 50 men with them in the camp of 70,000!

Things like this work!

From dusk until midnight, no one was awake except the Knights Mixed Warriors who were patrolling the guards.

The creepy chewing coming from outside the camp, the wings, was attracted to the bloody feast by the jackals, the wolves and the vultures and owls.

No one would rob a bank in the presence of abundant food, as would animals, and despite coveting three feet of humans in the camp, the bodies out there were enough for them to feed a pile.

With this creepy sound, Kerall returned to his tent with a tired face.

The two swords behind them are naturally integrated into the defense system of the other swords, while Kerall opens his tent and walks in.

Soon after, Keiral came out with a parchment and entered the tent next to him, his eyes opened vigilantly as Altoria took a nap on the felt.

Then relax down.

“Can I help you? Kay." Rubbing her eyes slightly, she sat up from the felt and asked.

“This is an affidavit I wrote that you took down tonight and issued a mobilization order in front of the entire army tomorrow morning.” Keiral handed Altoria the parchment and sat very casually on the felt, saying.

“This is…” Artoria took over the handbook and looked at the first line above and shouted: “Isn't this a naked bandit's declaration? ”

“Lily! Don't you get it? The reunification of this island is necessary for the kingdom!” Kerall suddenly felt he needed to correct Artoria's ideas.

“If there's Scotland on the left, Ireland on the left, Rome on the right, and banditry at sea all the time, do you think the Camelot people will be happy?” Keiral, close to Altoria, looks into her eyes and seriously asks, "Your righteousness is being applied to other countries, and it's being done to your own people, you know! ”

In the face of serious Kerall, Artoria couldn't say a word...