My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 189: Guilford Plains Showdown

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Nightmare begins.

Like stabbing a horse's nest, the constant knights use bows and arrows to harass and slaughter constantly crushing the messy forces of too many owners.

Everything was so bad, because it was a tribal form, without unified command, deployment and forward was a messy mess, spreading like a puffin, chaotic.

Some knights were even able to retreat quickly before Brown and Bonaparte responded, and the harassment of the barbarians by the Knights led by thirteen round-table knights was indeed making it difficult for them to cope, losing 10,000 people in just one day's kung fu, 8,000 of whom were good deeds done by the Knights, while the remaining 2,000 stepped on each other.

But restructuring is not at this juncture, and the intolerable Bonaparte and Brown cannot but order the savages to run fast, and the Camelos will shrink tightly back into their shells after the next city.

But their thoughts were good, but the reality was cruel. Around Red Leaf Ridge, going 50 kilometers deeper, it was the territory of an Earl. His territory had long been empty and not even ordinary people could see one. There seemed to be nothing left here but wooden furniture, stone houses.

The army of savages had no choice but to rest here for a full day and then continue on their journey. Their path went to the King's City, the other side was smarter than they were. It seemed that they had seen their beheading tactics. Bonaparte and Brown made a smart culmination after discussing it: they wanted to march in the northwest direction, just overflowing into another territory, so that the other side could not predict their movements and the firm field was not easy to carry out.

Perhaps… The Rangers had already detected their movements and reported them to my king when they had given their own wise orders to the savages to move in the northwest direction.

When Altoria wore the skin of the Red Dragon inside the blue velvet robe and the tattooed steel light armor appeared outside in the tent, all the knights half-knelt down for a neat ceremony, and the crackling knight clashed on the ground, and the sound was amazing.

“Up." Altoria didn't say much, saying that since Kerall entered the enemy line, she had spoken less and more dignified, even though few of the knights at the round table had dared to look directly at her.

All the knights stood up, holding their knight's sword handle in their left hand, holding their helmets in their right hand and paying attention to Altoria.

“The enemy began to move northwest, and the final battle point was here.” Altoria said, pointing to the Guilford prairie on the sheepskin map.

She knows that the final battle is not here, but the ultimate strategy to defeat the enemy forces is right here!

Guilford Prairie!

That's right... the duel is here, the duel is there!

The shadows suddenly obscured the barbarians when they got up after 5: 00 and marched for half the morning, almost crawling across the hills of the plain to see the next city.

Then, in the sun rising slowly, a shadow appearing at the top of the prairie like a cloud, and then a golden light appearing, like the sun, no, even brighter than the sun.

With a golden glow is a beautiful young woman whose hair glitters in the sun and her green pupils reflect Dobipo.

Perhaps in normal times, they would scream in numbers and then ravage the woman, but now, they just want to scream like a woman, because the cold light of the weapon is shining on their faces.

It's a reflection of a weapon, like a layer of gold plated in the sun.

“Knight's Law!!” The sharp woman shouted with her sword, a voice that made it clear that someone could be heard in the field.

“Loyalty, integrity, glory, courage, fearlessness, sacrifice.” The knights go up an inch for every big drink, and when they sacrifice two words to spit out, they burn like flames.

When Keiral's most classic conversation with King Uther, "The Knight's Dialogue," sang the world, the Knight Six came from...

1.

Never rage and murder.

2.

Never betray.

3.

Never be cruel. Give forgiveness to those who ask forgiveness.

4.

Always provide assistance to women

5.

Never coerce a lady.

6.

Never fight over love or rhetoric.

And became Keiral's "loyalty, integrity, glory, courage, fearlessness, sacrifice.” It's like Confucius brought to the future Confucian family in China: a gentleman of six arts.

Very far-reaching.

Faced with a knight like this, everyone's fingers are freezing, because a continuous knight looks more than all of them, 50,000? $100,000 or $150,000? Two hundred thousand? How many fucking knights is this?! How many enemies?

The barbarians peed in fright, but they couldn't even lift their axes at the double stand and watched the knights lift their horseshoes.

“Ha!!” All the knights drank loudly.

Like a flood erupting, horseshoes rushed up against themselves.

The so-called savages, the so-called boiled blood drinks, the so-called large numbers… everything is ridiculous, just like a joke.

The barbarians in the first row screamed and lost their weapons and ran back, then the second row, the third row, the fourth row...

Behind you is the flood, before you are your own comrades. How do you choose?

Don't ask!?

I don't have to run to beat a tiger. I'll run to beat you!

This kind of mind is never just in heaven.

All the savages began to pull their swords against their own people, even if the elite forces behind them wanted to resist, but faced with the collapse of more than 100,000 people was such a slight hesitation...

It was instantly lifted to the ground and countless people stepped on it...

Like the cattle and sheep that were driven away, they started treading on each other, killing each other, and chaos couldn't stop them...

But the knights can.

The massacre continues because Artoria gave the order, because Artoria knew that if so many savages were rushed back to Red Leaf Ridge, the final plan would not come true, and...

“Grab the chief! I want Kai's exact information!” Red-eyed Altoria raised her golden sword and shouted.

“Ha!” saluted all the knights with their guns.