My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 202: The Cruelty of Bergen

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“All personnel, alert.” Kerall raised his hand and drank aloud. The ship has been firmly anchored to the harbor, and the dragonbone ships here have been sunk. The dragonbone ships are filled with disgusting bones, wet algae, phosphorous flames filled with stinging noses, disgusting things that can burn completely with just a single fire. What Kerall needs is a big red leaf ship, not something that explodes with a single rocket.

But Kerall wasn't ready to set up camp here.

He strongly advocated lightning and grass burning tactics, although the latter lacked virtue, and Kerall did not mind winning his victory at the expense of the enemy.

This battle is a lightning battle.

Kill all the living power here in two days at absolute speed before the barbarian Bergen has reacted, whether it be a child or an old man, a barbarian without a woman, a woman killed, or —— eaten!

So Keiral's orders are clear. In the face of savage, uncivilized savages, everything kills! Kill everything!

“Hey, I said, do you really want to kill everyone?” A knight hesitated to ask that he was Demarcia and the leader of the invasion of Red Leaf Ridge under the orders of the monarch, and that after Artoria Denki he had preferred to die and submit to Artoria's orthodoxy, he was a very serious archaic knight, very ill-adapted to orders such as Kerall's.

“A wise man tells you to do what you do.” The knight next to him haha fun pulled down the armor, the barbarian's hand axe is still very powerful, the hit door can be cut directly into the front end of the brain, but if the armor on it reduces the attack, then maybe it's just a fracture or a bone rupture.

It can be dangerous, but there is a certain chance of healing, and Kerall is behind it, and injury without death almost equals healing.

Shaking her head, Demarcia pulled down her mask and walked off the boat with her squad.

His team of 25 men, all knights, was tasked with killing all the barbarians along the way, the people in the harbour were gone, perhaps they had received information from the Camelos, maybe the barbarians were all marching on what they thought was unsafe in the harbour, and there was no barbarian in the harbour anyway.

Otherwise, it would have been a killing before landing.

And after DeMarcia's team disembarked, fifteen boats continued to be left by a cavalier team.

Not long ago, there were no knights on board but a hundred navies.

Kerall pondered and gave the order to: "Untie the cable and we'll go to the port a hundred meters offshore to drop anchor. ”

It's a port with no wind and no great waves, and it's a good port that doesn't have to be afraid of sharks, crocodiles (much bigger and more ferocious than freshwater crocodiles) and pirates.

But Kerall's nature is steady, and he just chose the safest way to start the war.

Watching slowly swim to the fifteen big ships in the middle of the harbor, an old Gaul hiding in the dark grabbed a piece of dirt and whispered to the people behind him: “Forget about the boat, let's kill these Camelos who don't know the thickness of the sky! ”

“Oh, oh!” A number of children with fierce faces hung in excitement behind them raised their axes and made a howling 21740; they disappeared between the mountains under the leadership of the Old Gaul.

Soon there was a murderous melody on the island.

Perhaps the Gauls have a clear topography, but they are too weak, only old and weak. No, they have to remove both. Sickness and disability are regarded by the Gauls as weak, and anyone who happens will be executed.

Old and weak, the children howled to jump from height and try to kill the knight with an axe, but the knights even had heavier swords than their men combined.

The axe that stood in their way was simply a piece of cake. In just a moment, the 30 people who attacked were almost dead, more than a dozen children were captured alive, the axe was thrown aside, and they were crowded together with hateful and vicious eyes at this group of intruders wrapped in iron.

“Really?” Killing is not the same now as killing just now, which was a counterattack in self-defence, but now a unilateral massacre, and DeMarcia has some hesitation, turning his head towards his friend who was just amusing him.

Don't look at the fun of his friend, but when it was his turn to decide, he finally knew how painful it was to kill a child.

“How about...” He opened his mouth and did not see the child's harsh eyes lowered and a slight sneak motion behind his waist.

“Catch him back like...” He opened his mouth and continued, then a huge amount of blood gushed out of his neck and mouth. With a slight thud, he fell to the ground with heavy armor before finishing his speech.

“Bieber!!” His ears were just blurred to hear Demarcia's roar and his body gradually losing strength. He raised his head in vague consciousness and watched as he jumped up and pounded on his companion Gaul children. He opened his mouth: turns out the words of the wise man are true, must be… cut to pieces!

But he cut his carotid artery through the armor gap into his throat and even cut off the axe of his half vertebra, stuck dead on his throat so that the last words of his life could not be vomited...

“Damn you little bastards!!” DeMarcia's eyes were instantly congested, and he couldn't even pull out his knight's sword in the face of the Gaul bastard who jumped on him, only to use his vast experience to lift his legs, and the heel of a sharp knight's boot kicked him with absolute strength against the first Gaul kid who had just flew out of his axe and jumped on him.

That enormous force of iron caught him in a single blow, completely ruptured his underdeveloped sternum, even a few ribs directly into his heart, and he just coughed up two bits of blood in the air and died before he even landed.

“Kill these little bastards!!” At last, DeMarcia, who had time to pull out her sword, jumped on it with a roar.

The knights, awakened by the anger of their comrades' deaths, pulled out their swords in fury, or even hit them directly with the knight-armed defenses.

Blood flew for a while, killing four times...