My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 124: Blowing My Horn of War

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Fueling tactics.

is a very high-level tactic.

It is often possible for the commander of the other party to use a delusional smoke bomb because of a lack of sense of smell in the battlefield, to think that the other party can break through or beat the other party or destroy the other party, but the other party often hides the forces of vitality and slowly joins the force to achieve the goal of dragging the other party down, either the number of wars, or the will of war, or logistical grass, which is a very cruel tactic.

Such tactics can be used on the assumption that there are more troops than there are enemies. Without being discovered by the enemy, a quick battle can end with more iron blood than the enemy, without fear of troop sacrifice.

This tactic is extremely horrible for small soldiers. It is totally iron and blood tactics that are not viewed as human beings. It is all sacrificial cannon ash once it is centurion. That is why the plan is a tactic that needs to deceive both our enemies, otherwise it will be mutiny immediately.

It is also a tactic that only people with a sense of bold determination and battlefield smell can and dare use.

JOAN. That's what JOAN is using now.

Watching the enemy's third echelon, the second echelon began to attack, no longer hesitating, spreading a flag, pointing to the enemy formation, the commander blew the assault sign, but the whole army pressed it.

JOAN had the audacity to surprise Kerall, but he shook his head in secret.

Thought the rebel leader was so bold that he thought he was a maker, but now he seems a little out of his mind, because he sees clearly at the top, and the King of Scotland has no cards and reserves, so messed up, didn't he force the King of Scotland to strike? Rebels no longer have cards in their hands... they will lose!

Keiral shook his head and sighed. Though he thought the other party would use fuelling tactics, he didn't expect them to calm down. He was going to eat 20,000 light knights all at once. Although the plate was good, he underestimated the enemy.

The King of Scotland has about 80,000 troops, not all of them knights, with 60,000 knights, and the remaining 20,000 are infantry, the so-called militias, and of course, the armored legs of the helmets are complete compared to the muddy legs of those clothes.

But if 20,000 knights are lost, there are few cards on which the King of Scotland can resist Camelot's invasion. Even if he can destroy these rebels, but he cannot fight back against Camelot's invasion. This cannot happen in any way. In order to resist Camelot in the future, the King of Scotland is ready to strike down not only the siege of 20,000 knights, but also all of them. The enemy doesn't have a reserve anyway. What are you afraid of?

So the King of Scotland waves and the rest of the 40,000 cavalry will survive?

In terms of flag bearers, clusters of flags toward the besieged, already fewer and fewer, only 15,000 comrades rushed past, but not only intended to lift the plight of comrades, but instantly crushed these muddy legs, rebellious dogs!

Let these dogs know that nobility is inviolable! Let these dogs know the king's dignity is inviolable! Knight's glory is inviolable! All they can remember is blood!

Just as the cavalry in the first platoon approached the pale, frightened mud legs with a big gun and a grin, a black-pressed crowd emerged hundreds of kilometres behind the rebels.

This crowd kept gushing out of the woods until it stopped completely a few hundred meters later. In a matter of seconds, Kerall calculated how many people this crowd was...

“It's impossible! 150,000 people! Are all the men of Scotland here?” Keiral said with shock, and everyone was immersed in this crowd, and where else could Keiral be heard?

Kerall has absolutely no belief that he has absolute confidence in his computational abilities and has absolute control over the situation in Scotland, which has a total population of 1.5 million people, 60% of whom live near the Imperial City, in other words the rebels are able to rely on a population of about 560,000 people, most of whom are deeply rooted in the nature of the King of Scotland, most of whom are young people.

But even young people have a share of women and children, and only about 100,000 of them can be used by the rebels in terms of shedding women and children.

Now there are about 60,000 troops on the scene, all militias, real elite, 1,500 heavy infantry soldiers still not moving, but that is almost 70,000 people, who are these extra people! Where did they come from?

There were three clusters of light around Kerall, but they flew directly underneath.

Not long later, Kerall took a sigh of relief and said to those around him: "Don't be afraid, this is just a suspect plan. These people are old and weak women and children, with wooden sticks in their hands. Except for the first two platoons, which are grown up, the rest of them are elderly children, with around 10,000 people. ”

Everyone here was relieved to hear that if more than 100,000 men were young men, and armed, it would not be easy to destroy them with Camelot's cavalry power.

Now that we know each other's truthfulness and look at the battle again, there is nothing wrong with it. Destroy them and wait for the day!

Just as Kerall and others relieved themselves, this black-pressed crowd put unspeakable mental pressure on the King of Scotland, looking at that head, the King of Scotland took a sip of air.

Because of the existence of the nobility, he did not know as much about his people as he did about Kerall. He did not need to know where these people came from. He only knew that they were his enemies!

Though those 50,000 + knights (who lost a lot of money just as the war broke out) had almost killed those poor peasants, if they were surrounded by the enemies of these 100,000, there would still be a few of them left, and the upcoming Camelot knights... how should we deal with this?

Just as the King of Scotland hesitated to order the knights to retreat, there was a sudden and astonishing whistle in each other's camp, the sound of at least fifty or a hundred whistles playing together.

It was like a signal, rushing out of the thick woods behind the King of Scotland, a bunch of infantry giants riding on horseback.

They waved a spear in their hand and rushed towards the position of the King of Scotland without any flag...