My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 200: This Time It's My Turn

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The next morning.

Keiral attacked the white costume, only without armor or weapons, but with plenty of energy, it was the focus of the scene.

“Let's go.” With a copper cane with crystals on it and a demonic Kerall on the handle, the neatly arranged knights boarded the bow step by step with a consistent stride.

Kerall looks at these neat knights and, although only 3,000 knights, is his first step out of England!

Conquer! What a refreshing word.

And the knights are a little excited, and they've always been warriors on the plains of England, but which warrior doesn't like to cross the wider battlefield?

Enough is enough! I've had enough of the narrow plains of the island. If it's a man, march towards the continent of Europe!

And the most important part of marching on the continent is having a strong fleet, with a secure rear.

Now that the fleet is there, they are fighting for the safe rear, and then the next goal is… the continent!

What a tempting martial arts! The knights have already moved their forefingers and the guns are thirsty!

It's just that one of them is smaller, and no, it's kind of a particularly small guy compared to the people around him who's been overlooked because he's stuck among the knights, but because the people around him are too tall.

As he sailed, Kerall stood above the deck and began to command, in fact Roccal was next to him, but he stood respectfully.

Because Keiral taught them no experience in long-distance navigation, even though he accompanied Keiral's slow, arduous and sailing divisions in building these fleets, he kept to Keiral's words: "Since you won't learn, it's irresponsible to deceive yourself into deceiving yourself. For yourself and for others. ”

So he just watched Kerall move quietly and learned.

“Southeast wind.” Keiral licked his fingers, lifted his wet fingers and felt the salty, wet sea breeze shouting: “Half sail, thirty degree angle!! ”

Western sailboats became popular only in the adventurous era of Spain. In this century, there is only one sailboat, one that is flexible and convenient to steer, and the other that limits the question of sailing technology. Kerall is just a man, a man, and he cannot know everything.

“Rudder! Maintain current level!” Kerall continued, "This ship is a flagship with a lion's flag on it, equivalent to giving orders and leading the entire fleet.

Reefs and whirlpools are dangerous things, especially for big ships, so Kerall has to lead the way.

[According to intelligence, there is a natural port of call in the vicinity of this area.] Kerall looks at the sun and time and begins to calculate the launch lane.

“Turn around, sail! All! Fifty degrees ready to enter the forward port.” Kerall ordered that Roccal himself begin to wave the flag as a chess player.

The fourteen large ships behind them all began to turn.

“Oh.” Kerall stared at the dragonbone ship of a boat and suddenly realized, “So, as a docking port and transit station… it is indeed a good port, an ideal place. ”

“Then overload to reduce stress? They put food here? No wonder they keep coming in and out...” Kerall's eyes are getting brighter and his heart keeps counting.

There aren't many savages left here, just rushing out of that humble sawmill, waving an axe and watching Kerall's fleet sail into the harbor.

“Ordered that the first to fifth fleets cease to advance before this anchor is broken, and that another shooting crackdown be carried out. After the four-wave attack, the other fleets were ordered to drop the knights and begin the slaughter, or that phrase, do not take prisoners.” Kerall smiled and issued the order.

“Yes.” His words excited Roccal so much that he started waving the flag.

Ships one to five began to stop and put away the sails, and then five men lifted a giant iron anchor and threw it into the sea, while the other aimed at the crossbow on shore and began to calibrate and load.

Watching them get their crossbows in order and start shooting, Kerall smiled, and countless rockets hit the shore like meteors.

The boat that docked on shore would not have any food, and Kerall knew perfectly well, because the boat was damp and only needed one day for the food to get moldy, which would not have been possible if it hadn't been for the same day.

Then the food won't smash, so shoot with confidence!

Kerall would naturally have no mercy for such an idea.

After the four-wave attack, it was a terrible sight, whether it was a big dragonbone ship or ashore, "Okay, here we go.” Kerall said.

So the rest of the big ships started to dock slowly, and a lot of the bowmen were aiming at the shore with bows and arrows, and the fact that they were on top allowed them to shoot their enemies well.

But at this point, no one can stand on the shore anymore, either hiding in the house or dead.

The knights went ashore and started to burn the bodies, but Kerall intended to use this place as a springboard for the barbarians, in other words, as a springboard for Camelot against aggression against Bergen, Bergen, a larger island inhabited by the barbarians and home to the Gauls.

Everything has relativity.

No one camped on the island at night, 100 metres from land, everyone slept on the boat, with a hammock, and no one knew if there would be any savages lurking on the island who had not yet been killed, and if so, any loss would be unnecessary.

Twenty-five men took turns watching the night, and Keiral finally completed all the work of the day and walked back to his bedroom, fatally and slowly. His bedroom was the captain's room, but it had been decorated by the maid. This time he didn't even bring a sword, but because the sword was almost in the royal city, he didn't want them to drag their weary bodies.

Keiral shook his head, the sword ate very little, and the fighting power was very strong. If it wasn't for that eye-catching scar, it would almost be the perfect soldier. If he didn't wake up and storm away, even he wanted to get this technology. Every year, the sword fighter would be bred with a girl loyal to him. However, the shortcomings were the same.

Keiral pinched his eyebrows and couldn't help but spread them out, but when he pushed the door into the captain's room, he found the lights on, and his wife, King Arthur, was sitting in bed looking at him with a nice smile: “This time it's my turn. ”