My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 203: The End of the Gaul

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“How many casualties?” Kerall was not surprised by the wounds and even the deaths of the knights, and in a light-hearted manner, casualties were certain, a matter that would pay a tragic price for whomever it was.

Faced with Keiral's question, the knight lowered his head in shame: "Yes, 100 casualties and 20 injuries...”

“Of course.” Kerall gracefully sipped a glass of wine from the bottle and rubbed it with his coat flap, which, to be honest, was a rude move, but with an unusual sense of beauty for others to send: “With a slight adversary, you faced a wolf full of aggressive, freshly-grown teeth, itching in the mouth, still careless, with that silly and foolish sympathy.” Kerall's graceful gesture speaks harsh words, his harshness makes the knight's long face sweaty, and he dares not even look at the sight of His Majesty sitting beside him in the highest position, sipping wine alone, looking at the distant island of Bergen.

“The most critical point is.” Keiral dropped the bottle and looked at him with a serious expression. Although Keiral's eyes had died only to enrich his orbit as a good looking and beautiful being, his sharp eyes were directed through his eyelids at the knight's long face, and his face became more tense: “You as soldiers, a warrior, a nobleman, a knight, did not absolutely carry out the order! I am deeply ashamed of you. Where is your knighthood? You're not even a pawnbroker! ”

Keiral's harshness made the Knight Chief kneel on the ground with his hands beneath Keiral's feet: “I'm sorry, Your Excellency. ”

Your Excellency is the name of a man of noble standing who has no specific official position.

Kaylar's shady face spread slightly, and he sank and shook his head and said: "Never mind, the knights who died this time should be treated according to specific standards of military merit. Take them back to live and burial, armor and shields, horses and flags must be taught to their family sons. You should be punished for this. You are their head, and you are responsible for their death. ”

“Thank you, Your Excellency.” The knight raised his head thankfully and said out loud.

Both armor and shield have family emblems, which are proof that an aristocratic family imparts the title to the next generation. Horses are expensive, war horses are even more precious resources and cannot be corrupted. Flags are even more important.

Red Leaf Ridge military calculations stipulate that any warrior who dies in the battle for Camelo Red Leaf Ridge will be given a two-tier title, either a field or money of equal value, but one thing is that it is very strict that a warrior who does not obey a combat order does not have these death treatments. In fact, the Germans weren't without intelligent men, but in the face of the task that seemed certain to kill them in World War 2, they still had no choice but to rush to death.

Kerall allowed the incompetence of the commanders to kill the fighters, but never allowed the fighters to win on their own initiative, the idea of the superior, which has been absolutely applicable since time immemorial.

One is prone to insurgency, the other is that the idea is too dangerous.

Kerall disagrees.

Kerall was able to allow a squad leader to win a partial battle with his own intelligence, but he could not forgive the squad leader for winning against orders and superiors.

This is a matter of principle.

So the chief of the knight watched Kerall violate the principle of understanding the unjustly dead knights. The chief of the knight was truly grateful, and he banged his head hard on the deck, because the reason for the helmet was that the deck was cracking.

“Well, you back off.” It wasn't until this time that she bowed her head as a knight king.

“Yes.” He kowtowed again. The chief of the knight stood up and turned his head towards the other side, where a boat picked him up to shore. In order to prevent the barbarians from attacking him, the berthing boat outside the port of Kerall was quite harsh.

“Kay, why don't you punish them?” Artoria has been king for so long, of course she knows that there are things that cannot be relaxed by the death of a man, this knight who touches policy and dies if he doesn't listen, and if he dies, he dies for nothing. Anyone who stands in the way of big policy and the tide of the times will be crushed into pieces by rolling floods.

That's why she doesn't understand.

“Military heart problem. Enwei and Shi Fang as Wangdao.” Keiral smiled and said the last thing she had just said: Go down and call it the Pen of God, and suddenly let the knight take a big breath of relief, complete the Enwei and impose the majesty of the King.

Keiral was very pleased with her performance, and she picked up the bottle and sipped gently at Bergen: "But after a brief slaughter and freshness, the knights should almost understand who they were dealing with, right? The battle will soon be over. ”

“Ha ha, a stable big rear is today.” Altoria raised the glass and said softly, "Cheers. ”

“Chees!” Kerall smiled and touched the glass with a bottle and drank all the red wine from the bottle.

Kerall was right, after the tragic death of their companions, the knights finally remembered whose sons these children were, who had fought them for decades, a group of savage aggressors, children in hell who could become demons only after a while of growth!

So, obey the command of the wise and kill!

The killing was simple, the knights were wearing heavy armor, the so-called axes meant nothing to them at all, muscle, strength, armor and martial arts were not at a level, and the so-called war was merely a unilateral massacre.

But they don't have any pressure for this massacre, because they've also been “massacred” and turned into cold corpses, companions, brothers, all the time, reminding them like nightmares, if you're not careful, the next moment will be like me!

So, comrade, don't hesitate, don't stop, don't get lost, pick up your sword and kill!