My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 191: Resolute Strike

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“I.AM.A.King! (I am the king!" Altoria drank, her voice became a little dull due to successive wars, but on this quiet hillside, 100,000 crows were silent and there was no difficulty in listening to her words echo in her ears.

“There.is.my.home." With shame on her face and tears in her corner of her eyes, the sword of victory in her arms grew brighter and brighter, like the sun.

“I.am.so.sorry."

“But.the.sin.need.they.boold.brush."

“For.the.KarMerrow.For.my! Knight! Assault! For Camelot! For me, knight! Charge!! ”

“For.the.KarMerrow.For.the.king! Assault!!! For Camelot! For Your Majesty! Charge!! ”

All the knights lifted their horseshoes, raised their guns high and drank, and they pulled down the armor on their helmets, something that stood up against the flowing arrows, a knight who had been shot in the mouth by a flowing arrow because of the problem, and then sang by all the people into a thousand ancient laughingstock.

They don't want to be the second of those knights, so they do everything they can to defend their faces.

Altoria also used to carry that thing, one to hide her clear face, to terrorize the enemy, and the other to prevent the flow of arrows, but when Kerall's [Avalon] arrived at her saddle, she completely gave up the heavy knight gun, the armor of Dinden, just wore a dragonskin inner armor and then went straight to the battlefield after wearing a light armor.

So it seems to everyone that she has the lowest defense with the sword of victory, but she will never die and will not be hurt.

In fact, that faint white sheath just locked Altoria to death, and any trauma would stretch out a faint light for the first time to help her recover.

With this sheath of swords, Artoria, more like a fish, just drinks and signals.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!!!” The knights howled, raising their horseshoes with the sound of the Horn of the Battle, lifting their guns and rushing down.

The unstoppable beginning of chaos spread, with too many broken soldiers received, almost a ratio of 3: 1 to 220,000, these broken soldiers' morale and momentum have been completely defeated, all they have left is quail guts, if one or two offensive victories are used to motivate them both to morale and kill, perhaps their warriors' lives will be saved, but when they face more than 100,000 knights twice at the same time in two days, they begin to unstoppably recall yesterday's brutal massacre after the collapse, more than 50,000 people were chopped to death in place, strings burned, their heads beheaded, and their guts trampled by horses!

It's all good, if the impact smashes the bones and the bones are trampled to the ground and the screams die two or three days before it's a tragedy. Where do the Camelos manage the wounds of their aggressors? They end up infected or eaten by animals.

And their fear of the Camelot knights was the deepest, and their riots and horrors quickly inspired the Vikings.

Humans are psychic, and in any case, they're starting to panic when the people around them are scared, and that's emotional impact, emotional resonance.

In the face of such a situation, perhaps an orderly army could maintain its own camp by virtue of order, and perhaps a powerful general could suppress disturbances with his authority, but not one of Ingrich!

So the riots had to spread with tidal waves, so there was a tsunami.

Battalion tsunami, a terrible military thing, even modern times have many similar things, soldiers in battalion tsunami because of invisibility, darkness, exhaustion of army training, the tension of military-style management filled the entire barracks with repression, until the battalion tsunami suddenly appeared in a completely relaxed darkness, then the entire barracks would move.

Modern management is so tight that military camps with bulbs and horns are likely to experience battalion whistles, not to mention the crowds.

Only momentarily, Ingrich's control of the troops was minimized.

He was unaware of the harm that such a thing would do, and, after years of pillaging at sea, he had no experience of large-scale combat on land, at a time when there were two options for him to carry out, one of which was to immediately lead the elite of his headquarters away from this panicked and turbulent camp back to port. The other was to hold on to the camp and slaughter anyone who dared to come in.

More and more blood would calm them down, but Ingrisch was unaware of the horror of the incident, so he sent out a messenger, and even his camp was struck by the riots.

He is a central commander, and all the soldiers in his hand are elite. 5,000 martial arts fighters with iron armor are his protection, and he himself is a brilliant martial arts fighter, and his fighting power cannot be underestimated. But even so, his elite has begun to rave. Apart from the 2,000 people beside him, it seems that the barbarians of the entire battalion have fallen into the banquet of carnival, killing, dying, howling, and blood!

Death is spreading! It's not just their own killing each other!

Altoria stormed directly into the enemy's camp, then began the killing with excellent equestrian skills.

Seems Camelot's knights aren't afraid of this panic? Of course it is! Why are they afraid of this scenario? Because all they need to do is raise their heads, that golden light is all in front of them to guide their own path, even if they can't see the path, then all they need to do is follow the golden light and flush the horse toward the golden light, then victory is in front of them!

“forKarMerrow!” Altoria exclaimed as she slaughtered an enemy shorter than herself, for Camelot's sake!

This is the slogan that Keiral shouted from the beginning, almost as inspiring as the Chinese phrase "Long live the Chinese-Nation”, too much shouting is brainwashable!

“Kill!” Altoria pierced the local camp without mercy, but suddenly an arrow on the other side stabbed him, not the others, but the Grand Duke of Andrei.

The Grand Duke of Andrei was wearing a big red cloak and riding a black horse in the dark like a ghost, but an extended and widened knight sword waved like a meat grinder and any barbarian nearby was cut to pieces by him.

Behind him were 5,000 elite, half-month knights who listened only to the death of ordinary people and the brutal siege of the city, but they could do nothing. They were ordered to stay in the main house of the city for a long time, but their self-esteem was unacceptable. Now Grand Duke Andrei's decisive attack made them sicken.