My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 263: Merlin Kisses

PS: I just finished my exam yesterday and today I was left by my teacher to endorse... all sorts of hard work.

PS1: Is it true that spoken language is our domain? There are only 3 wrong questions in the spoken language. Instead, there are a lot of wrong answers...

PS2: JT is easy, so any student who completes a basic Japanese course can try it.

PS3: Try to get to 2: 00 and send the update...

Lancelot eventually fled back to Brussels, leaving less than 1,500 people.

The 120,000 plus Express arrives in the royal city, Holy Rome, in one day.

On October 15th, the Romanian elite infantry regiment [Valencia Heavy Infantry Regiment], arching one of the kingdoms, began moving in the direction of Brussels.

Full speed forward on 18 and 3 October finally made the Valencia Heavy Infantry Corps feel Brussels.

In the small town of Brussels, they were strongly welcomed by Lancelot.

Lancelot, of course, is not trying to make atonement for praise.

He is theoretically under Nero, but in terms of relationship, the two tend to work together on an equal footing.

Nero could not have disowned his lord because of a defeat in the Lancelot district.

Both of his failures understood that, despite her mistakes, the time she had left him was indeed too short, rather than too short for Kerall.

Such a quick reaction made Lancelot unable to understand why Kerall attached so much importance to him.

If he knew that six archery classes had begun at the Kerall Military Academy, and Raphael, 50 men per class, had told Kerall all of his information and his goals, he would understand why Kerall attached so much importance to him.

When Nero and Keiral saw each other at Harvest Festival, he almost wiped his gun and fired. At that time, Nero in person had an intuitive feeling about Keiral's talent, which was why he put so much emphasis on it.

Likewise, Keiral is in the fantasy country, not to mention Lancelot every time, but Lancelot was met the right number of times, and he had an intuitive understanding of the person.

How can Kerall, who's almost fifty years old in his last life and his whole life, not see Lancelot being so careful? Like everyone else in Fantasy Township, his friendship was just a little over the top, but he left a suspense, or an impression, of a child that big.

And the message that Rafael brought directly this time was even more important to Kerall.

First, nobody likes to climb up on themselves, and secondly, Lancelot gives himself a chance, so why not give Kerall a chance?

He became a lord, and when Nero sent him here to form the army, it was clear that no more troops would be sent.

And Lancelot's army is not the army of the Western Legion that beat Hannibal to death in 100 battles, nor the army of the Eastern Legion that was disbanded and began to fight Alexander's army with strength.

It was the first rookie.

The same navy he formed, the Army.

All he needed was a lightweight cavalry to easily defeat the recruits, and Lancelot's recruits would give him a buffer time after they were defeated.

It's not the beach, it's the time!

This is another delay.

Kerall's calculations are abundant, and the only thing missing in America is the importance that Lancelot attaches to him, as well as Lancelot's sensitivity to time and hearing from Kerall, who hasn't stopped coming for a second, despite the delay of a few days in the sentry's problems.

Likewise, after being defeated by Kerall, Lancelot hasn't stopped for a second, and Nero hastily begins calling for help.

Nero's emphasis is reflected in the speed of the heavy Roman infantry, almost each of whom lifted his armor and walked on the land of the Holy Roman Empire at the fastest pace of march.

The title of the Valencia Heavy Infantry Regiment represents even more of an elite of the Imperial Army.

But the elite are also iron fighters, the most critical first three days are held back, two days are warfare, another three days arrive, counting as a day off.

Almost ten days later, and Kerall's already covered his castle, right?

Lancelot was bitter when he thought of seeing the huge fortress that had appeared on the cliff for almost five days, standing like a miracle on a solid cliff.

This man, look at him now is just Kerall's way of building and the power of the cavalry is worrying. If you see the artistic style of Red Leaf Ridge, I'm afraid Lancelot will really sigh, it's ten years old!

Even so, he had to tell the head of the regiment what he knew that, while the infantry regiment of 20,000 was burdened with his nascent territory, he did not need to be in charge of the military at one time, but was able to draw extra funds to develop other aspects, such as the livelihood of the people, such as blacksmiths (crafts).

He sighed and knocked on the door of the Legion Leader this time.

“Come in.” There's a woman in there.

“Master Merlin, I've come to you this time to let you know something.” Lancelot looked at Merlin, mature and tall, dizzy and dizzy.

Undoubtedly, in the light of the bad marks he has left in history, this shipment is under the control of his sister!

“What?” she frowned slightly, facing Lancelot's eyes. Merlin was all goosebumps, as she and Nero had said, and she really didn't like the person, the personality, the world, or himself.

“Yes.” Lancelot knows who to respect, who to disrespect, with his experience in fantasy country mix, natural ways to stretch, if to Bayun purple and other demons are like a drag, I really don't know how to die, people (9) But because she is a fairy, fairies can't die, and there is also the battle of Fuka... the most troublesome thing about the battle of Fuka is that can't kill, and can't kill, the second most troublesome thing to want to beat themselves once and for all, famous for a long time, many great demons face the battle of Fuji, let her get the strongest title of fantasy country.

So in the face of Merlin, it would be better for him to converge a little -- even though Merlin has been in her stomach countless times, Lancelot has to take an attitude.

Lancelot jumped in his heart and suddenly he rang, Kerall, a frequent visitor to Fantasy Town like him... like a magician too? Things are even tougher.

Lancelot said, "We found out three days ago that they've built a wall that's 500 meters long, looks very solid, and with today's day off, tomorrow we're going to be facing a wall that's 500 meters strong. ”

“Got it. Anything else you want?” The more Merlin asked, the more she was able to inspire Lancelot's desire to conquer, but the more she wanted to suppress herself.

“No, not anymore.” Lancelot said respectfully.

“Then get out.” She said plainly that Lancelot smiled slightly, which he still had, turning around and taking the door with him.

“Five days to build 500 meters of walls, magic? No, he shouldn't have done that.” Merlin has a beautiful smile in the corner of her mouth, and the beautiful mole on her lips is even more seductive: “Funny, my disciple, sometimes I really want to open your head to see what you're thinking! ”

“Tomorrow, however, let's wait for tomorrow, the delicious things will stay at the end...” Mellin's colour leaned backwards with a red face, couldn't help but probe between her legs, her red lips gently, and an irresistible groan squeezed out of her throat: “Ah... is this the first time my lovely, lovely disciple has fought... it's really hard to say what to expect...”

“Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock

For the first time, even the knights couldn't help but add a few beats to the heartbeat of the world's largest empire, not to mention the recruits, who looked even more nervous and even pale!

Eventually, less than 300 meters away, the two arrays formed by 20,000 heavy infantry stopped.

Unlike the compact Macedonian Formula, the Romanian Infantry Formula, with its stacked structure, appears to be slightly loose, but is indeed incredibly powerful to the army.

As you can see from their energy, elite equipment is irrelevant.

Nobody cares how their equipment is when they see an army like this, but they stare at the words that come out of their hearts: Division of the Hundreds!!

The Romans, wrapped in iron and steel, were bright in the lower half except that the upper part could not see the meat at all, and the big feet with black plush feet looked very eye-catching in iron boots.

Obviously, wearing grass shoes on the battlefield is a search for death, not to mention hard stones or anything. Fragments such as broken weapons and shield armor cut through the soles of the feet. When you run away, it is called heaven should not, the ground is not working.

And the reason the Romans were able to leave their lower body exposed to the air (in fact, they had a skirt, but it was just a cloth) was simple: every Romanian heavy infantry had almost twelve pounds of shield, because it was the central army, and the shield in hand was naturally a boutique in boutique, iron-made, high-quality, thick shield that could even resist throwing by the same marksman troops as its comrades.

And the shield reaches almost everyone's chest, just lift the shield and shrink the neck and head, so all the enemy can see is the red crown on their head and the stiff iron boots underneath.

And because of the shield in hand and armor on the body, the Romanian heavy infantry rarely reached 40 pounds, which is almost half the weight of a skinny woman, so the weapons of the heavy infantry are only used by the archers of other countries. Although the sword is slightly longer and wider, the lethality of this sword is indeed worrying. (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.)