My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 143 Training Courses for Knights of the Round Table

PS: Well ~ Update early ~ The second one has arrived ~

Altoria's knight's college opening ceremony was brief and fateful, but it still had the same effect.

Because Artoria, who has become a new generation of young idols, just pulled out her sword and held up her drink: "Glory be with you! ”

And then the whole knight academy went crazy.

It has to be said that the king and the wise are still essentially distinguished by their identities, a group of noble sons who revel in the supreme courtesy of His Majesty.

Of course, that's not all there is to it about Keiral... he has a huge task ahead of him today...

Get to King's Town for class!

This lesson is not that simple!

Thirty-six plain-clothes people in the classroom, each one of them a guy named Camelot...

Twelve people in the first row, one still Kerall's dad.

But it's all round tables, chief knights!

The second platoon were the two deputies of the Knight Round Table, and they also thought of taking over the rank of Lieutenant Commander if the Knight Round Table died during the war.

So Keiral yelled and pulled it all over.

Among them, Grand Duke Andrei and Beowulf had an exclusive attitude towards the lesson, and Kerall's difficulty was not ordinary.

Of course, as Kerall's assistant, His Majesty the King, Artoria.

Keiral walked into the classroom wearing a Bachelor's costume with a piece of parchment in his hand.

“The reason you're here is better than you all know.” Kerall held his hands on the podium with a lot of energy, "he said," so I went in with one knife. War, what is it? ”

“Plunder?” Beowulf is still a barbarian, and if he hadn't been strong and the whole man had little chance, he would have been excluded from Scandinavian life.

“Conquer?” The Grand Duke of Andrei seems to have been following King Joseph for a long time and has a sensitive sense of these things.

"Casualties?” How could Kerall not have seen Gagheris before with such compassion?

“Logistics?” Gavin replied maturely, though incorrectly, reassuring Kerall.

“Kill. ”

“Duel. ”

“Elite.” After Gareth, the answers were diverse, but not a single question.

“War is a continuation of politics.” Kerall summed up and smiled in response to their bewildered eyes: “What is politics? ”

Instead of asking them this time, they answered directly: "Politics is power! ”

“Power refers to a variety of things, for example, power is force, power is taxation, power is control over the value of contributions, and power is nobility.” Kerall nodded: “None of this was impossible. ”

“But power triggers politics! ”

“Political rivalries and chainsaws lead to disputes, while intransigence in disputes leads to war.” Keiral's words made them misty, and Keiral knew it was too early to say it now, shaking his head and turning the subject to war.

“War is diverse, including mountain warfare, plain warfare, hill warfare, marsh warfare, ocean warfare, etc., but the cavalry has limited many warfare, including city defense warfare, alley warfare, etc. What do you have to say?” Kerall was acutely aware of their discomfort and asked.

“Gagheris, you say.” Kerall named, Gagheris was welcome, and he stood up and said uncomfortably: "But our knights are the most aggressive, and we can destroy all defenses! We don't need defense. ”

This concept has penetrated the bone marrow of King Joseph since he broke the Roman heavy infantry.

Seeing other people's faces is an expression of identity, Keiral hates it and asks, "You need no defense, people!! ”

Everybody stands still.

“This, naturally, has us killing the enemy.” Gaghlisnono spoke plausibly.

“What if you meet more enemies than you?” Kerall smiled. “200,000 elite heavy infantry, 500,000 light infantry, 150,000 spear troops of the Romanian Empire, as long as they drop 100,000 heavy infantry, 200,000 light infantry and 50,000 spear throwers, you go around, you have horses under your asses, what about the people? ”

Kerall opens up this cruel question naked and leaves everyone here in contemplation.

Obviously the rank of Admiral, General Defense in general, they can't avoid this kind of problem, should, what should we do?

They don't know!

In localized combat, they may be able to use their horsepower to circle heavy infantry, but when strategic-level heavy infantry rushes in, it cannot be stopped without a large cavalry.

The pressure from that platoon of black-pressed infantry can be seen from the fact that 5,000 of them were able to wipe out 100,000 Scots, and no one underestimated them after the Sunset Canyon War.

Under the conditions at the time, even if they had horses, they could only have more than a dozen people at the same time (horses much wider than people, plus armor.) And the speed will be limited to very low, they will not be able to break the resistance of each other's cycle, if another 5,000 people are arranged to block the back, the knight trapped inside will die without burial.

“So! As cavalry, you will no longer be a strong army!” Kerall categorically rejects the decision to use the former cavalry as a collision force, and although King Joseph is powerful, he is still confined to the thinking of his time: "You are going to play your maneuverability and the commanding art of the commander! I demand that you destroy the enemy with minimal loss!” The so-called collapse and total annihilation of the cavalry really don't make much of a difference, they have four legs and as long as the enemy is not densely packed, it's their world.

“And this premise… requires your command skills!” From now on, bravery and strength will no longer be the mainstay of war, and closer cooperation with the commander's wisdom will be the direction of war, "Kerall said. ”

For the first time, Grand Duke Andrei, who should have stood up and jumped against Kerall's words, was silent, and he pondered that in war and reality he had chosen to learn and evolve, and that Kerall's two battles: the Red Leaf Ridge Guard and the Scottish War of extermination proved his vision. As Grand Duke Andrei, learning was not embarrassing, he was learning from a bodyguard knight to a grand duke one at a time by King Joseph, and at the same time, with so many knights, many had to choose to retire, die, or be eliminated in time. It was not so simple that only four people could become old foxes politically and in war.