My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 201 Arrival in Bergen

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“Lily! What are you doing here?” Kerall starts by shouting, and then reacts quickly. Why? “Bullshit! Bullshit!” Kerall raised his voice to the point that he would never yell or get angry if he lost his temper. He just walked around in his bedroom: "What if you came with me about domestic matters? ”

“I've asked the Grand Duke to take care of it.” Altoria's rare harvest of the queen's temper was such that Keiral looked at her headache, and now he's so nicely articulated as to admit the mistake. Keiral, as a grown man, can't just chase after him all? Damn, after all these years, even the honest and rude girl has become so cunning, is she too tolerant?

Of course, Keiral knows that Altoria now relies so boldly on his guilt for being arbitrary, but even he has to admit that Altoria has begun to be smart, both in terms of political wisdom and in terms of "fighting with Keiral"...

Kerall pinched his temple and took off his jacket and threw his shoes away: "Never mind! I can't ask you to swim back, can I? ”

Watching Kerall come to bed and lie flat, without any movement, she grabbed the sheets carefully and asked, "Don't snap? ”

Keiral looked at her angrily and funny and knew she wanted to apologize this way, but...

“You!” Kerall bounced her elongated fingers off her forehead and shook her head with a bitter smile: “This is a boat. Oh, how good do you think it sounds? If I hear you, my whole heart will collapse...”

Altoria looked red.

“So, go to sleep.” Keiral stretched his hand over her shoulder and put her head in his arms, just closing his eyes and saying.

“Mm-hmm.” Her face was slightly red and she hummed softly, then slowly fell into her dreamland in Kerall's warm arms.

The next morning, when she appeared in front of everyone, gave the knight great shock and encouragement. If Keiral ensured their absolute victory here, then the advent of Artoria was a sign of kinship. It was one thing for a country, a monarch, to be ambitious and determined to expand outward. Every move of the king was a symbol of this country, and every act of her theology was a herald of the future of this country, which is the greatest feature of monarchy.

All the knights rejoiced, and the whole fleet rose three feet at a time.

But Kerall laughed, obviously touched by her absolute trust, but as a king she failed.

If it hadn't been for him, if it hadn't been for his father, the country would have been a mess, wouldn't it? This is a corollary of the absence of a king who suppresses national transport.

And if she keeps going to the forefront and leads the army to victory, maybe this is really a means of building prestige, but if it lasts so long, it will give the generals a strange subtle psyche: “No matter how I fight the ultimate victory, it will be His Majesty's credit, as if His Majesty is trying to do it with me...”

Is this subtle psychology the reason why King Arthur's Knights collapsed in the end?

Kerall knew that already.

But he didn't say it.

Actually, the method is simple.

As regiments grow larger and face more enemies and larger maps, there will inevitably be divisions, navies, cavalry, infantry...

She was insensitive.

So you can only divide the knights, the infantry, the navy into generals, and eventually use the military academy to brainwash their loyalty to the royal family to control the middle and lower ranks of officers, and eventually reach the final HAPPY_GAME of creating a great empire.

Again, sailing the boats, they were not separated under Kerall's leadership.

In fact, this time it was not enough, and perhaps the savages were right in their tactics, but it was even harder for them now if they were to invade and wash Bergen.

Kerall doesn't have this superficial idea.

Now that you know there's food here, Camelot will come back sooner or later, but you won't be able to get it.

One morning the boat did not rest, even at noon, just eating a stiff loaf of bread and filling a large mouthful of red wine, before the helmsmen began their journey.

They're military, navy.

Not a fisherman. Prohibition is the first rule of the military.

After many battles, Camelot infantry has slowly approached the status of a knight and continues to rise due to the fierce battles and hard wars.

And the Navy?

That's a good point. They're new recruits who haven't seen blood. That's a bad point.

That's insulting!

It's all because of one thing-- the military!

Without military merit, none of them are farts, but with military merit, they are people, nobility, tax free, labor free, farmland, territory, estate, sister, wife, warm bed maid, father married...

Military merit is a good thing!

So after the first naval battle wiped out all the deserted savages, the navy's lumbar bars hardened a few points, and when faced with knights and infantry, they were able to harden a few points.

And this time, the knights on the road saw their strength, and the navy was trembling with the intention of moving forward at full speed.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, under intense solar flames, everyone finally saw a slight outline of Bergen.

Bergen, for ordinary people and businessmen, is like the island of the devil, hell? Ghostbusters? Anyway, there are dead places.

There are no women here, only food, there are a few old out-of-the-box savages who train their children, and the child mortality rate of the savages is extremely high, because they have to fight the beasts, their own people, and adult savages since childhood, and they firmly believe that the generation of savages that is bred like this is the best.

So the island was filled with cruelty and killing, so-called children more dangerous than adults, and Kerall remembered the Gaul's habit when fifteen large ships gradually approached the port.