My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 259: New Chapter

PS: Yesterday I went to update [My Wise Lord], the whole person was angry, there was nothing written here, no wonder...

PS1: Alas, don't go to group Q in the future, all kinds of delays...

PS2: I'm sorry, everybody, but I don't have the face to ask for tickets.

PS3: Here's the great part.

After a tour of the island, Keiral recorded a few points, and Rokal would be the lord here, he would already have his own territory as a Navy general, he would have been able to exercise himself this time, and he would indeed be better off as a Navy chief in this respect, and Keiral gave him considerable autonomy, including taxes here, the establishment of naval bases, shipyards and weapons workshops, etc.

These are taboos, mainly because the monarch doesn't like to give these lives to others, but Kerall does.

Keiral even allowed him the right to attack autonomously, to see the battle on the continent and the opportunities across the coast, which was a great power, and in the future both understood that if the battle was settled, that right would surely be withdrawn, but Rokal was still very excited, which was Keiral's trust in his sinterland.

Keiral put this glory and responsibility on his shoulders and was about to leave, but before that, Keiral used his vast experience to take advantage of the island's topography and what was supposed to be in it, and most importantly, to destroy the entire ecological chain of the island.

As a conqueror and consumer, humans are still a vulnerable group in the world, and in order to protect the community, Kerall won't eat pork and beef like some hypocrite of later generations, screaming environmentally friendly, and even more disgusting, driving large volumes of cars and air conditioning for 24 hours.

What they do to the planet is many times greater than what they are threatening wildlife in their time!

And after that, Kerall embarked on a journey back.

When I went back, the 16 guns on the Red Leaf ship were all dismantled. The boat looked bare along the edge, but Kerall was in a good mood. After all, a piece of chess had been set up, and the next was a direct tactical problem.

“Lord Kai, is this really okay?” Compared to Kerall's leisure, the sailors are nervous. They hold crossbows individually, and two or three others look on the mast. For them, losing the crossbow is the biggest means of long-range strikes. Kerall is on their boat, and somehow this sense of crisis is diminished!

The captain is a middle-aged man named Barrot, a fisherman from a neighborhood famous for being a tough man, and after six months of recruitment and training, he is already a qualified captain, with an unexplained face of honor: “With your wisdom, why would you let all the crossbows fall apart? You should know that this is the very essence of our lives. ”

Keiral, who now abandons his aggression as easily as a fish on a case board, is not worried about it at all. Why?

“Captain.” Kerall relied smiling on the bow to look at the waves lined up on both sides: "Didn't you always fight like bows and arrows before the crossbow appeared? With the best crossbows in the world, why are you afraid of the same attack?” Kerall asked with a smile.

The suddenly awakened captain saluted Kerall and turned his head toward the sailors' exasperated drink: "Kids! Pull yourself together, TAMMD. Without the crossbow, what happened? How come it's like not eating enough? Raise your sail and go home at full speed!!! ”

“Yell!!!” Although I don't know why the captain suddenly rose, everyone was yelling at each other for a while, and the wind waves were so high at sea that almost everyone couldn't whisper, and with the big boat, almost everything was yelled at.

Faced with the roar of all, Kerall leaned on the bow with a smile on his face, as if it were a special seat, and he had spread his mind a thousand miles away.

What's Lancelot thinking?

Probably a lot, huh?

“Hurry up! Faster!” Lancelot stood outside the door of the blacksmith's shop and his heart grew anxious, beating the iron inside like a hammer, knocking in his heart with a single sound.

One piece of weapon was manufactured and sent out with hot air, except that these weapons are no better than those manufactured by Kerall on a massive scale using water stamps, let alone dragon scales, which are just weapons made by the disciples of [mad blacksmiths] Asda, with swords and spears.

Since the blade sword was manufactured, no one has played with the sword to take things. Although it has a blade, at most it is cut a piece of skin. Hard men can tolerate it. There is no use at all on the battlefield. The blade sword is different. Faced with ordinary leather armor is one knife. Faced with people with enough light armor, it is also one knife, it is a very useful thing.

And spears are good things.

There are no spears in the West. Although the gun requires skill because of the soft barrel, the spears are purely heavy weapons, but the West does not always say that. The western spears are divided into long and short spears. The Macedonian Infantry Square is equipped with an extended version of long spears, about 2 meters and 5 meters long, very hard, long, made of hardwood wooden rods, while the Romanian heavy infantry's spear array is made of short rods. Full of weight, capable of throwing up to 150 meters, this distance was already very scary at the time, ordinary bows and arrows were not comparable, (explain here why the world record is only close to 100 meters, but the heavy armor here can shoot 150 meters, many people forgot one thing: Ancient people have much better physical qualities than modern people, one was practicing on farmland from a young age, eating pure day The other thing is that the ancients are really better than the modern people!

Of course, the weapons in Lancelot territory are not yet as good as they are, and can only be countered with minor weapons, except for his friend, Asda, who made them.

Lancelot began to learn the look of Kerall when he arrived in his own territory, but because of his excessive emphasis on force, he abandoned his cultural curriculum and brought more than twenty cavalier servants directly, equivalent to his future generals, while Asda brought more than forty blacksmith apprentices. It really is the equivalent of a blacksmith's factory.

But no more than China, China had a [pipeline] system during the Great Qin dynasty, and because of the strict laws, the number of craftsmen, anything that went wrong on the battlefield would be strictly found out the source of the craftsmen, and punished as torture.

So the weapons of the Daqin Legion are always the fastest, the best, the best made of quality.

And now forging technology can only rely on the skill and skill of the craftsmen themselves. How can this be done so quickly?

And the minerals nearby, apart from this open-air iron ore, he doesn't have any talent for exploring the mineral deposits at all. Where, like Kerall's men, can he build decent power in just a few months, looking at the mines, cultivating the land, sailing, manufacturing everything?

It is entirely Lancelot's selfishness to be able to start building a workshop as self-sufficient as he is now, with direct access to the weapons, grass and even everything that Nero has offered him.

But he understood that there was no place for him in the world, no voice, and that if he gave his lifeline to Nero and became accustomed, his future would have virtually no future but that of a lord.

How could he tolerate such a thing?

Not only that, but who can guess his ambitions? How could Lancelot conceal his ambitions so easily?

Though 3,000 members of his regiment still use weapons supplied by the Roman Empire, he has begun to supply himself with weapons and equipment.

That was the first step in his ambition.

Touched with a warm weapon, he couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Kerall had returned to Camelot just as he was able to do so.

“I'm back.” Five thousand knights neatly lined up behind Altoria, ready to go.

“Welcome back.” Altoria smiled in response to Kerall.

“Well, Lily, give the word.” Kerall smiled and stepped back two steps to get behind her and said softly.

“Mm-hmm.” Altoria wore a cape, but she didn't have one like that anymore. It's so hot in the weather, she's still fleeced, she's dead.

“In the name of Artoria_Arthur!” She raised her sword and drank: “Go to Brussels and fight! Officially activated! ”

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..." The horn of the horn came, and the knights slowly walked onto the boat with the drums and horn sounds. The bigger red leaf ships docked on the shore, the lower the rank, the lower the rank, the lower the rank, and the higher the rank.

The bottom two floors are used to set the horses free.

This is the Camelot standard.

Knights, knights are guards.

It's like infantry standing on a big boat doesn't necessarily adapt to the waves, and knights standing on a boat, though not seasick, do have major obstacles.

And they're not landing for combat, they're harassing the enemy as cavalry.

No matter how strong the horses were, after a few hours of turbulence at sea, they would wander around like frosted eggplants, and they would land and let them fight again, and that was really what they were looking for.

And it's no wonder Kerall pays attention to these unintended infantrymen that infantry can still easily lift spears, function more fully and endure harder than knights, even if it's a few hours of walking.

The knights looked at the infantry on the next boat and walked into the boat in turn. A boat carrying up to 200 knights is the top of the sky, two men on a horse. But the other side can hold 800 people, not to mention the choice of whom, let alone the defense, knights are useless in the building, and the defense of huge territory is more burdensome.

That is also why countries with huge layouts do not focus on cavalry. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)