My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 267: Cruel War

PS: At 2: 30 p.m., I'm the only one updating...

PS1: I went to Sister Zhuhai's shop with a friend. To be honest, it's worth at least 25 yuan per person, 25 yuan a cup of coffee, but when the slag on the bottom of the coffee cup didn't dissolve well, it was a pit dad... especially Nima Green Tea pudding and putting cream and strawberry sauce on me... asshole, apologize! Apologize to the pudding of the world! Two people, two cups of coffee, two desserts... not unacceptable, but unacceptable! You bastard!

PS2: Creeping updates.

PS3: Recommend Station B for two videos: both TED, one called "How Foreigners Understand China's Rise" and one called "World Peace Game" are both shocking and moving. Before you look, remember to block 2 subtitles. There are too many disputes to understand.

The Romanian Central Army is camping in the wild. What's so great about Kerall?

With the exception of the first soldier, the second craftsman, the fleet travels back and forth many times, bringing tools or weapons, but these things are used to build the walls and pull in the wood and stone outside, and what it really looks like inside —— it's bare.

It was so ugly that at night they had to play tents like the Romanian Central Army outside!

Despite complaining, the six round-table knights went into their tents. Of course, they had the privilege of being the chief of the round-table knights, one tent per person, but the other small soldiers were not so good. The six people had to pray that they didn't snore too hard in this tent, their feet smelled strong, and their body tasted bad...

Well, let's not talk about these tragic vomiting things. Kerall wrote some records in his tent, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, but very committed, and he has arranged 500 people to guard the first half of the night, and the other 500 will rotate in the second half of the night.

However, the frivolous sound of the tent curtains woke Kerall, who was writing a painting on blank paper.

“Beddiewell.” Where there is light, Kerall can see what light has explored, and seriously, today, after confronting Merlin, he finds out exactly how much his magic has gone into, and after having confidence, it is naturally more painstaking practice, so Beddiewell finds out about each other as soon as he comes in.

Kerall's problem opened his mouth to the heart, but it was just a meaningless monosyllable that made Kerall smile.

With a disability, only her left hand, but the only woman among the knights of the round table, Kerall loved her. After hundreds of times as much effort as a man, she became the head of the round table knight over all the knights. Altoria and Kerall loved her extraordinarily much, because of her female identity, for her, she saw her childhood dream on Beddiewell: working for the rise of a female knight.

Kerall, on the other hand, is simply a person who likes to redouble his efforts and absorb them constantly, so-called to live to old age. Even in the Knights College, Beddiewell is a person who redoubles his efforts, unlike Beowulf, the entire Zhang Fei reckless man.

So Bedelwell has always been Artoria's personal guardian, even though he has no reputation, but he has been very much regarded by the royal family.

“Beddiewell?” Kerall asked again, with tenderness in his voice and no disrespect.

“I'm sorry, Your Highness.” Bederwell is a knight who follows the rules as rigidly as Artoria, and of course, now slightly softer Artoria, who has been instructed by Kerall, has begun to learn to adapt, while Bederwell stubbornly implements the [Knight Six] that Kerall and King Uther have worked together on: “I care very much, Your Majesty, that His Majesty is sleeping alone in the suburbs. Are you sure?” What she meant by "one person" was that there was no one around Artoria to serve her.

“Well, then, that... I'm definitely not too proud to look at myself too complacently...” Beddieville, who explains in Kerall's smiling eyes, blushing: “I just don't think His Majesty can make a fire in the wilderness, and I'm very upset. ”

“Huh.” Kerall was not only laughed at by Beddieville's demeanor: "Beddieville, don't be nervous. Altoria's fine. You know why you're here? ”

“?” Beddieville doesn't understand.

If Kerall's close guards are the swordsmen, Altoria's close guards are the Knights of the Round Table, led by Bederwell, but she has been with Altoria almost always as a close guard, and she cannot help complaining.

But this battle suddenly moved her away from my king, which surprised her, especially after knowing that my king's task was to lead the knights behind their enemies and destroy them.

How's my king eating? Can those clumsy knights fix the tent? Did my king sleep well? Is my king safe...

Various anxieties came, and after half an evening of vexing, Beddiewell decided to come to Kerall's tent and spit his fears at His Royal Highness, so that Lord Kerall, the wise one, could think of a way.

Of course, in her mind, Kerall is more considerate to my king than she is.

But his answer is close to cold.

Smiling, he looked directly at himself: "Beddiewell, you need to remember a word. ”

She's confused.

“Kings can take precedence over people, but they cannot take precedence over the State.” He smiled and said coldly, but she didn't understand that the king represented the whole country, did she?

“Okay, go down, Beddieville, there's a big battle tomorrow. Go feed the sharp ones.” Kerall, for that matter, can only salute her and back off.

“The king... is the tyrant above the nation.” Keiral muttered softly, as the tent curtains swayed in the breeze, and his muttering vanished into the wind as untraceable.

In the forest, less than 200 km from the castle, the Knight King looked at his most elite round table knights sitting on an ice-cold horse feeding their horses. These two meters tall horses were quite spiritual, knowing that it was a pre-war moment, only to chew hay and mix yellow beans.

In fact, these horses themselves are going to serve a meal of dried yellow beans mixed with a bottle of wheat wine before they go to war, so that they can [get drunk] and play more powerful and lasting, and even get hurt won't stop running, except —— die!

But the horses' sense of smell is much more sensitive, and they are already familiar with the smell of the battlefield, and although there are no conditions to say anything else now, they can be acutely aware of the coming war tomorrow.

Even without horseback and wooden sticks, they remain silent. Occasionally, a snorting nose is instantly devoured by the dense forest. Owls with a grunt can make everyone fall asleep, but they can make hundreds of warriors listen to the bells and sleep.

“Mother.” A knight, wrapped in red armor, walked up to Altoria and said, "Eat more. ”

“Mordred.” She came back to God from her meditation because they didn't start a fire because they were afraid of grass snakes. Even if a little moonlight came out, it would just happen to be able to see the outline, but the voice was very recognizable.

She handed over the dried grain in her hand, mixed with yellow beans and wheat with salt and alkali, although it was not good for the palate, it was enough to fill it with water and eat it together.

“No,” Altoria patted gently on the palm of her hand, gently saying that her attitude was gentle, but she thought these things were too bad. Since she was able to stop eating for dozens of days and make them up for dozens of days, she naturally wouldn't care about the food these days.

“Mother." Mordred felt that Altoria was feeling a little nervous, or self-inflicted, before the war, but she didn't know how to describe herself. Although she had been accelerated by Merlin's use of alchemy, she had long been cured under Kerall's bright magic, but because of her age, Kerall suppressed her growth mechanisms and simply sent her to a military academy to study.

But in other words, she knows almost nothing about human life except the military, so she's just anxious and doesn't know how to express it.

“It's all right, Mordred.” Artoria's soothing voice said, "I'm just looking forward to tomorrow's war and capture Merlin, dear Mordred, don't worry about me.” She laughed, with a gentle tone of grace.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” At this time, Mordred willingly called her His Majesty, not her mother.

She retreated in excitement, not because she was excited about tomorrow's battle, but because of the king's attitude towards herself.

She had always known that Altoria, as king and demanding of herself, was an artificial man of her own - although her and Keral's blood were fake and colorful - and today, when she was sent to assist Altoria, she could imagine her surprise.

Thank you, Father.

Mordred sincerely thanked him.

Around 5: 30 in the morning, just before dawn, almost everyone was ready for the war.

It's not just the knights who get up early, the Red Leaf Ridge infantry, the Romanian warriors. They're all ready for a big war.

Perhaps for the world in the heart of the continent, the wars of tens of thousands of people here are just small battles, but for all of us, this may be the last war of their lives, this is the Great War, for the Little Soldiers!

The gates were opened and Romanian fighters watched slowly emerge from the city as Camelo fighters silently watched.

Yesterday they did not have a short-sighted soldier, but these young fighters, as if they had overcome them, skipped their bones and grinned with a short sword between their waists. Romanian fighters wanted to know where the essence of the war was.

But not all Camelot fighters are out of town, and more than 2,000 fighters with crossbows appear in the city.

They reach high and the crossbow arrows in their hands are also aimed at each other with grooves that can easily cross the other's limit of 300 meters and hit each other. To be honest, the power of technology is undoubtedly here!

This is not a good choice if they want to rush forward and win a showdown with the Camelot Warriors!

But the Romanian warriors, already mad by yesterday's defenses, have a strange confidence in their shield walls, they don't care about each other's crossbows, they just want to drink blood! (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.)