My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 266: Kai's Own Smart?

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Obviously, in theory, stone slabs can be pushed both naturally and physically, even more economically.

Perhaps throwing it out would create a beautiful arc, but if you just push it down, it would definitely fall vertically.

This is killing the first platoon of heavy Roman infantry that is climbing.

How can manpower resist the heavens and the earth?

With the weight of the stone and the gravity of the earth, no one can get out of gravity - at least not now!

Huge forces squashed everything on the road, even the Roman heavy infantry in the third row of the second platoon was affected, well, it definitely didn't mean it was as mild as an explosion, and the fragments of the explosion could just make you crippled, but this thing only brought about —— death!

Needless to say, the fractured stone is not as alive as dead, and the boulder can smash the chest armor and punch through the gut.

Very brutal.

Only one [knock] sound was heard and there was a [knock], which was the sound of the slab falling to the floor, while the [knock] was the sound of the human body being pressed into mud...

Then there was the screaming of countless Romanians.

They were injured by sputtering stones, some were punched straight through, some were stuck in stone fragments and endured endless pain, many more were bruised, on the battlefield, death was not terrible, scary was injury, which means you have to wait for death, waiting time, the most pain!

The first three platoons of Roman heavy infantry were all affected, the formation was chaotic and the front pulled the Romanian heavy infantry regiment 500 metres slightly chaotic.

Standing on the city watching more than 500 people traumatized, the sobbing Romanian Heavy Infantry Regiment is also a heartfelt admiration, this opponent is too powerful, in general the Regiment will retreat like the tide, but without Merlin's orders, they will still climb up the fourth row even if they find a major trauma, the seventh platoon begins to prepare zero angle shooting, this angle requires absolute precision, otherwise it is the enemy that does not show up.

Clearly, however, the other party does not appear to have any intention of probing out.

“Throw the wood.” Kerall continued to shake hands with no compulsion.

Wood rolling refers to chopping wood off and crowning it off a polished trunk. This is of great use. For example, after the war, it can be used as a pillar of a people's house. Normal soldiers train four people to fight to cultivate acquiescence, or now they just throw it down and crush a piece of people at the oblique angle of the city wall...

It's all very useful, so Kerall stockpiles a lot of this stuff.

Not just local, but this way too.

It's like a lot of people don't understand why Kerall uses slate, even if ordinary warriors understand that it's for training, but when Kerall throws it down and crushes an enemy, they don't know why that kind of admiration is gone. Some are just endless calm: Surely, as long as there are wise men, there's nothing that can take us down!

Kerall constructed the castle consciously using the castle's defensive area as a slight tilt that may not even be perceived by ordinary people, but it does exist, and now this slight tilt area facilitates Kerall's defense.

The rolling wood rolled downward, because the destructive power of the powered rolling wood is even more amazing, in fact, the rolling wood has always played a very powerful role in the Cold Arms War, some militants fantastically bladed the rolling wood, although the power to do so has greatly increased, but also lost his own fast-making, convenient features, a little without loss.

And now the other side has tasted the power of the Eastern Three Cities' anti-cold weapons (the other two are Rolling Stone and Gold Juice and Gold Juice, as you know, don't go to Baidu.) Head bleeding, muscle fracture, more of a quantitative problem.

Unlike stone slabs, rolling wood is as much as Kerall wants. Even if they can't fight anymore, they can't stop the rolling wood from going up and down. The other side doesn't show up at all. Even the spear thrower can't threaten the other side.

How do you fight this?

Merlin frowned for two minutes before decisively ordering the evacuation.

Interestingly, contrary to Camelo, the buzzing of the horn represents the retreat of the Romanian heavy infantry, while Camelo's side represents an outbreak.

Obviously, Romans who retreat like the tide will surely come back to life.

But this time, the recruits will no longer be afraid.

Over and over again, Kerall intends not only to nurture his own recruits through three confrontations, but also to thwart the heavy infantry of 20,000 others.

It's certainly best to keep each other on this land forever. But I'm not sorry I couldn't stay.

Kerall was in a good mood, and the Romans were a little sad.

Around the campfire, a circle of Romans dug three trenches, full of wooden thorns, to prevent Camelot attacks and horses in the city.

And the Roman infantry, who generally have low morale, as Roman citizens, represent the noble elite and have the right to vote in the House of Elders, but these benefits do not help them in any way to win the great battle, and they still rely on their commander, Merlin.

“Lord Merlin, do you have a definitive way of breaking the city?” Naturally, as a commander, she had a bonfire to herself, but several officers sitting beside her were all frowning and looking worried.

“Don't be afraid, he'll fight with us tomorrow.” Mellin seemed very confident drinking Grandma Ma, and she seemed strangely confident. For no reason whatsoever.

“This… is not me questioning your order.” The lieutenant dared to say so, of course, because Merlin is not a Roman citizen, and the other is that he really doesn't know why she's so sure: “Can you give us a bottom line? Why did they give up the pool and come out against us? ”

“Because of contempt.” With a relaxed smile, Merlin easily captured that more puzzling look on her face.

“My disciple, I understand him too well.” She smiled and smiled with a bitter bitter smile. She clearly wanted to play with the cultivation of Zheng Tai. She was too well fed. Bastard, I can't compare to your green plum bamboo horse!

In the eyes of some Lori... Yes, as a royal sister you really are no better than the king of 10,000 years of green plum bamboo horses...

Kerall doesn't control Laurie, but he doesn't control Sister.

Well, "he's too proud, he's not going to attribute you to his own mind after he blocks you under the city, but he's going to flatten you out and treat you like soldiers. Casualty is not too unacceptable to him. He can accept the extermination of the city's guard forces but hone out a hundred top fighters, he...” Mellin can't go on, he must be more decisive than everyone expected.

“But it's the walls and the stones that are blocking us!” The lieutenants had difficulty believing that there was such a man in the heavens, rather than being humble or self-sufficient, and he almost blocked the most elite army in the world from his castle with his own strength, but he was not proud of it! Who the hell is this?

What's wrong with his head? All the lieutenants couldn't help but think of a word like that.

“He's standing too high!” Merlin was disgusted with their expression, as if we could scold our children, but no one else could, so she couldn't help but defend her proud disciple: “He didn't even look at you in the corner of his eyes. He was just staring at Alexander on the other side of the continent. ”

“Hiss...” I don't know why a cold chill climbed from the spine of the lieutenants onto their backs, they suddenly discovered that the gap between themselves and this group of guys with intelligence close to the monsters was really huge, and in her words it seemed to be supplemented by a relaxing and relaxing day for them, obviously the other side didn't care about this little battle at all.

“That's why tomorrow is our victory!” A hammer of tuned Merlin seems to have given them some courage: “It is precisely because of our underestimation that he knows the strength of our Romanian central army that they must not be allowed to retract into that turtle shell again! ”

All the lieutenants suddenly realized, yeah, what are we afraid of? We were afraid of that man's wisdom and his defense, but when he didn't even have a soldier, catching this monster with less than five fights was a great credit!

I see, why did His Majesty send so many people here to attach so much importance to a small fortress? It turns out that there are such people. His Majesty is a very talented man, I'm sure you've already seen this? The officers admire Nero as much as the waters of Lake Boden!

“Tomorrow, when the other side leaves the city, destroy the other side, the remaining strength of the other side will not be able to stop us. Break the city directly with a single drum, our victory is in hand!” Merlin took a sip of warm horse milk and seemed to be in full swing, but there was always a feeling of uneasiness between the eyebrows. Her disciple, not a very similar character, could she really wipe each other out so easily? There's always a feeling of anxiety surrounding my mind. Is that why the kid is putting so much pressure on me?

She laughed at herself and drank all the horsemen in the cup. She turned to her tent and had to say that in order to help Nero defeat Keiral, she was also learning in an orderly way and evolving herself.

In the midst of their dense forests, dozens of miles away, the sound of sharpening their swords slowly rang in the cold woods… (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.)