My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 186: General

PS: Thank you Huang Yinglong for the reward.

PS1: Thank you for the "White Son's Old Man” ticket.

PS2: Recommend it for the first time... Well, how do I put it... Thanks for the edit "May” for recommending it, and the other thing is, I'm in a good mood... if the notebook isn't broken...

PS3: Every time I go for fun, I go to the book judging section of "The Right Hand of God" ~ Every time I see a post that scorns the author's copy of the plot, I'm happy ~

“Kerall's calculations are correct.” Andreida looked at the girl with a benevolent eye, which was not His Majesty's. His Majesty had something else important to do. As the last ambush, the knight and His Majesty would not move.

That man is not His Majesty, but he is His Majesty's closest man and Keiral's closest man, Mordred. Perhaps before, the Grand Duchy of Andrei was angry to kill Merlin, but after knowing Mordred, she was by blood the real royal family, and relational she was indeed his granddaughter.

Unlike Artoria's strength, Keiral's tenderness, Mordred's naiveté allowed her to be raised in the castle, especially by Mrs. Marcy, as if she were her granddaughter.

Because of this, Keiral failed to take care of Moderate for much of his time, but let Moderate faithfully carry out Keiral's orders: to impersonate Artoria as the spiritual backbone of the recruits to block the barbarians' attack. The plan was successful and they succeeded in dragging the enemy into place, just...

I'm tired!

With a breath of breath, her eyes looked at the array of infinite barbarians. No, it could not be said that it was just a messy group, but it was just such a mess that Red Leaf Ridge's troops suffered a terrible loss.

“How many more?” Thirty thousand, twenty thousand, or less?

“35,200 people.” A knight said, more than he thought, why?

The fanatical eyes gather on themselves, ah, really, the power of Mother Adult, is that the power of Mother Adult? Even my counterfeit can still clearly sense this power.

Powerful and powerful, is it your mother?!

But I can't lose!

Just a district barbarian, give me a break!!!

Attack, here we go again...

How many of them are there? Another team of three thousand, right?

Grand Duke Andrei looked at the shaky walls and just turned his head toward Kerall's statistical disciples, "How many of them...? ”

“According to intelligence, His Majesty wiped out their 10,000 troops halfway through the process, and we destroyed their 50,000 offensive in all three days, according to the teacher's calculations… this afternoon they will be in trouble.” Hebrew smiled and said, "When it comes to Keiral, the unbearable glimmer of admiration in his eyes is a strange confidence in Keiral's plan.

“That's really good.” The Grand Duke of Andrei is an old soldier, more experienced than Kerall, especially militarily, and it's not what Kerall expected, it's up to the commander's character to choose, and I'm afraid it's not impossible to hold out for another two days if the other side is resilient, and the pressure will fall on these recruits for the two days.

The apprehensive gaze looked at the fanatical worship of His Majesty the “Artoria” recruits. The Grand Duke of Andrei knows very well that worship cannot be used as food, as strength, as concentration to persevere. How long can this group of recruits persist?!

Grand Duke Andrei's fears are not unreasonable. The other party's attack should have been made even more urgent by the food shortage, one because of the food shortage and the other because these people would have broken through the city pool, but if they died beneath the city, they would have saved the food. That is the case with the so-called merciful defense. All three commanders and Grand Duke Andrei saw the plan, but everyone was silent. In any case, the city could never be broken!

Grand Duke Andrei silenced and waved: "Orders 5,000 Red Leaf Guards to go to the city and 30,000 militiamen to rest. ”

“Yes,” a knight ordered.

Two minutes later, the barbarians suddenly realized that everything was different.

The enemy is completely different!

Too bad!

First of all, dense bows and arrows. Seems a little different? The dense arrow rain is still so dense, but what's the difference?

No more screaming!

That's right, too quiet!

The whole battlefield was full of puffy sounds, but not even a scream, which was weird and horrible.

The savages couldn't help but look at their companions.

Their unsweetened faces only carry the expression of the moment before death, and their bodies...

Throat, heart, eyes...

Four arrows, many, precise as a mold engraved, if it's just one person or more than a dozen people, it may be nothing, but all over the battlefield, tens of thousands of people are this way of dying, it's horrible.

Finally, the barbarians who did not know death and fear began to disintegrate, and after four days of general assault, they finally began to experience a mental breakdown.

As a matter of course, these fleeing men were executed, and a total of 70,000 people stayed in Camelot forever, which is close to the average number of them, and even the savages had to fear such casualties.

But it is precisely because of the blessings of the 70,000 people who have been dragged down that the logistical pressures of the barbarians have begun to subside.

“I think we should go around this goddamn city and keep looting the next one!” Brown snapped the wooden table, and thanks to Camelot's good quality, it would have been long overdue.

“If we'd bypassed the city from the beginning, we'd probably be eating and drinking in other cities by now?!” Brown shouted, "Not all cities are as strong as this one! We just need to bypass him so we can easily solve the food! ”

“But what if they strike back and cut us off?” Ingrich glanced at him with no hesitation.

“Uh," the plug said in angry shouting, “it just so happens that we don't need to go backwards, we need to get Camelot upside down, we need to fix Camelot!” Brown shouted that his words were quite inflammatory and prompted the barbarians in the tent to scream.

“Idiot!” Ingrisi shouted, "Even if we were to destroy Camelot, we had to leave a way back, otherwise if we didn't destroy them, they would have surrounded us! ”

“Warriors are not afraid of siege!” Brown patted himself on the chest with a fluttering sound.

“How about Lord Brown break through the city?” Pointing to Red Leaf Ridge, Bonaparte asked.

“!” Brown's angry platoon of tables stood up and was interrupted by Ingrich before he spoke: "Enough, we're talking about whether to continue attacking this goddamn city or go around it and attack Camelot's homeland? ”

“The good news is that this damn city is using reserves, and they can't hold on. ”

“The bad news is, we don't know how long they'll last! ”

“Sarah, what would you choose?” Keiral gently played with the white jade chess and stuck the queen in front of the king. “General! ”