My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 122: Build Me Hercules

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Both sides are full force, and almost all adult men in Scotland are already here for the sake of boldness or strength, as the producers are close to winter and hardly ever.

In other words, this is also the greatest opportunity.

For everyone.

The clothes are simple, almost all dressed in linen, with the only spear in his hand, but without any protective equipment. He looks fine, but he looks malnourished, but he is a rebel army.

At the centre of the rebels was a young girl with a big braid.

Almost everyone here is a strong man over a metre and seven, with heavy armor, but without the resources to raise a horse. Almost all heavy-handed infantry.

They learned the example of Roman heavy infantry in order to fight light infantry. Of course, the two most distinctive types of troops in Rome: heavy infantry and spear throwers were trained over a long period of time and could not be trained at all. These heavy infantry soldiers with sharp black swords were obviously the elite forces of the mud legs. Not many, only about 1,500 men, but it was estimated that all the iron tools were gathered here, right?

That raw iron workmanship really makes those heavy infantry soldiers in black armor with black swords look like crater toads, but it's iron forging, but it doesn't make the iron uniform, compared to the way they walk, is it lighter and lighter?

There are two or three points between the eyebrows of a blonde girl with big braids, surrounded by all the elites, similar to Artoria, but the temperament is English and marvelous, with a different feminine charm.

With a long sword in her hand and a flaming red flag without any text or images, she reflected a haste without any background or time-stamped pattern.

“JOAN, across the street, the King of Scotland's army is nearly assembled.” A young man in a robe walked up to Joan with his robe and saw his love for Joan.

“Hmm.” JOAN did not respond to his words, but nodded softly and looked to the King of Scotland. Her personal fighting instinct was that the war was not as simple as it sounded, but why she couldn't say one.

“JOAN, what are you worried about?” The blue-haired young man asked softly.

“I don't know…” Joan had a hidden fear in her heart, but she didn't know where it came from and could only hold them in her heart.

“Relax," the blue-haired young man said with a smile: "After this battle, we win as long as we resist Camelot's first attack. ”

“Yes.” JOAN slightly relaxed his hand with the flag and held it again: “As long as after this war...”

She did not question her victory again, she merely doubted that she could save more Scottish people, and Scotland had suffered enough! She just wants people to stand up, she just wants people out of their misery.

As for the so-called King Arthur King, she never thought she'd come back.

Speaking of King Arthur, she was angry that the woman had shifted domestic contradictions for the sake of stability and merit in her position, adding the scourge of the country to the innocent Scottish people.

She bites her teeth off when she thinks of it, but she doesn't know that if Keiral hears her voice, there are not many people in the world who possess such political wisdom except a few kings! Instead of seeing his political intentions, the King of Scotland walked into Kerall's trap step by step.

Of course, it would not be possible to persuade Joan et al. if the other side added words, because Kerall would give orders to the Rangers to create rumours that would plunge Scotland into chaos, and that Kerall's intelligence agents would work together. As a confrontation between the two countries, Scotland's so-called intelligence work was nothing more than a child in dental language, and it was simply impossible to cultivate a decade of rivalry with Kerall, who poured out countless hard-working intelligence agencies.

How could Scotland have fought Camelot without even knowing what was happening in Camelot?

Based on Kerall's knowledge of the domestic situation in Scotland, how prepared is Kerall for this war, Scotland?

Soldiers down the city!

If you don't lose, there's a ghost!

Heavenly Way reward! Heavenly Reward Singh!

And on the other side, the King of Scotland camp.

The Scottish King of Forty has six. Although he is not a male monarch, there is nothing too bad. He has always worked diligently and diligently in the first position.

The only thing that doesn't work is luck, right?

The foreign country encountered Keiral, who was desperate to unite the British Islands, overburdened, war gifted JOAN, is now a sign of death, originally the hair of the Mediterranean, but suddenly thanks, directly turned into an old middle-aged bald head.

He is now steady, and for more than a decade his royal career has been a shock to him, and the capital has deepened.

His face was a little gloomy under the sun, he was different from those muddy legs, and he knew full well what King Camelot was capable of, whether it was King Joseph who had made Camelot rich or this aggressive King Arthur (although she was a little girl), who knew full well what was wrong with the two Camelos.

They're fucking fighters! The King of Scotland sank in the shadow when he thought of that girl who almost broke through the front line, said to be Arthur the King on the front line.

He understands better that beating these mud legs is not the end! There's a tiger looking Camelot to fight.

Who knows how long the Camelot civil unrest will be suppressed by the little girl who likes to kill, despite the fact that the attacks (rumours and smoke bombs) have been temporarily halted by the civil unrest in Camelot?

Maybe that little girl is on her way to Bradford by now!

There was a little anxiety coming to mind, but he couldn't help but admonish his right face - an old man with a pointy chin who could poke people to death: "Belle, let's go. ”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” I bowed slightly and walked down, but I went to deliver the order.

The King of Scotland looked at that black-pressed and disturbed enemy, but his heartbreaking gaze revealed that it would take more than 20 years for a knight to grow up, but it would take only 20 minutes to kill at least 200 people on the battlefield, with absolutely different efficiencies.

He was not afraid that his army would lose. He was just heartbroken that the labor force, which was supposed to be produced in the field, was now going to be killed by elite soldiers...

“Should we indeed learn Camelot…” Mumbled, looking to the South, envying Camelot's ability to attack the nobility without hesitation and concentrate on the King.