My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 268: Cruel War (II)

PS: Yesterday for the first time, I knew that lead poisoning occurs when I eat leather eggs with popcorn...

PS1: Luckily, it's only slight, it's almost fine after vomiting toxins and sleeping...

PS2: Well, it's been in good shape lately, see if it can erupt tomorrow. No...

The wise man of Keral was anxious to make a mistake, and he forgot one thing.

In fact, he forgot about it a long time ago, something called the title.

It's really very sensational to sing something, especially on the continent, and it's very superior to be sung by all the people.

But the impact of this kind of thing does exist.

Kerall knew he had lost count when he saw the other side rushing up against the crossbow.

Big mistake!

The other side was just standing on a shield wall, and that wooden shield wrapped in iron easily blocked the shooting of a strong crossbow, which was not scientific!

Obviously, what happened yesterday was that Kerall didn't give them any unscientific practices, even short soldiers, and how could they show that they were unscientific?

If it was Kerall who broke it yesterday, it was Roman heavy infantry who broke it today.

The shield walls firmly resisted the crossbow arrows and shot all the crossbows that had been fired at the foot, Kerall's face thickened, but no order was given to withdraw. This was not an insistence on letting Camelot's warrior's blood cover his mistake, but at this time, if he ordered to withdraw, opening the gates would inevitably have a slight effect on the fighters leaving the city, not on the battlefield.

Each of these fighters is now trained for several months, enough to crush modern special forces in terms of their level of training, but they cannot even compare to the average gendarmerie at the military level. (The gendarmerie is primarily disciplined and not responsible for fighting.

The impact will be psychological, and with retreats, their minds will be chaotic, and in such a battlefield only a little chaos will be needed to win or lose.

There's no going back!

Narrow road meets brave man wins! The more stable it is at this time, the more reassuring it is that Kerall's only consolation is that his six round-table knights are out there, and that the weakest can keep his feet in jeopardy.

Beowulf was remarkable at this time, and Kerall was impressed by the thought that he was reckless enough to hold down his feet after looking at the time and not one person rushed out.

And the other five round-table knights looked more calm, just standing in front of them, looking at the enemy very steadily.

Kerall is not a samurai, nor can he understand the strength and self-esteem of the knights at the round table.

It is only as leaders that they are steadily at the forefront of the war in such circumstances that they can be very inspiring and calming.

Especially for recruits.

“Don't be afraid, John.” The warrior next to him slapped him on the shoulder and whispered to him. It was reassuring that there were constant crossbows shooting at the enemy. It was like every time an American called an air raid outside, it was his own man screaming over his head. It was really reassuring!

“I'm fine, Bill.” He looked a little ugly and showed a bitter smile that wasn't very pretty: “I'm fine.” Grasping the dragon gun in his hand, he was not able to bring him any comfort despite the sharp weapon in his hand, and the other side was forced to come, and he was still much more afraid of such a war, even if he had participated in two small-scale battles. Unlike his ambitious friends, Bill has been trying to build up merit since joining the Red Leaf Guard, because the only thing he can do is earn enough merit for their family, or become a general without having to fight on the front line, or earn a generous welfare point on the battlefield, without a second path.

And Bill himself thought the same thing, so he was nervous and a little jumpy to try, but himself...

I have been trained since I was a child, I just feel that the infantry is no worse than the cavalry's little noble children who have been trained by knights since childhood, I would actually be scared.

John patted himself in the face and then looked firmly at the enemy.

Although there is still some fear, the tremor between the legs has disappeared.

“Hmm. Is it fun to scare the soldiers?” Beowulf bit a piece of licorice root and grabbed a jaw full of crap. Hey, hey, smile. He drew a dagger from the waist, and he was carrying a baby's little arm with a thick, fine, iron dragon gun, and the dagger was naturally his normal configuration.

“Hey...” His muscles swelled and he could even clearly see his armor protruding together, and Kerall had difficulty understanding the strength of their samurai from a civilized perspective, as if their samurai could not understand the wisdom of the civilized. “Ha!”

A flat thunder, like the silent lightning of yesterday, came with a whistling warning today, but no one responded.

“Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock."

A distance of 400 metres passed and the drummer, who was struck by Beowulf, shocked everyone on both sides.

“This Beowulf...” Kerall shook his head, silently, Beowulf did the right thing, instantly breaking each other's drummers on the battlefield with his own courage can create a great deterrent to each other, most importantly, the rhythm of the other is disrupted! Managing rhythm on the battlefield is a very important thing!

A Romanian warrior paused slightly, but soon a squad leader reacted, pulling out his short sword in his waist - by the rules, in order to maintain his strength, he would not draw a single hand shield until 10 meters from the enemy, which would make his left hand muscle sore, and when he met the enemy, you could not grab the blank shield and chop him, but kill this one, and countless others!

But he slammed his hands out of his shield and knocked twice on the big shield.

He stunned for a moment and then instantly took two steps forward.

His men were awake, more than twenty people followed the captain for two shots, then moved on for two more steps, and the drums recovered, but Beowulf could not continue to interrupt it this time!

“Phew.” Beowulf sighed two sips of saliva in his palm and shot his palm in the heat, his eyes burning with fire, and he grabbed a dragon gun that was firmly anchored to the ground: “Come, Romanian bastards! ”

He was a prince of Yat, (it is said here that Rome operates a provincial and principality system, which is quite large and requires only a lord to pay taxes, and the Emperor and the House of Lords do nothing about it.) But because he refused to bow to the Romans, his father died in battle, and he was forced to leave his hometown of Yat, Yat's Greek neighbour by the Aegean Sea, but had to cross the continent, and there were only eleven left when his 100 loyal royal guards arrived in Camelot, far west.

It can be seen that his friends and loved ones died at the hands of the Romans, who absolutely hated the Romans the most among all the knights of the round table.

“Hey!!” He lifted his spear and drank, screaming like a wolf, frightening a lot of Roman soldiers.

But no matter how scared the war is, it must continue.

Sixty drum points later, the first row of Roman warriors who hit the shield stopped because of muscle soreness, the shield was erected, just at that moment, the other side grabbed the rhythm of the crossbow arrow forward, the first row of Roman warriors was suddenly surrounded by the comrades behind them, the cracked crossbow struck the shield, but could no longer seize that moment's chance to inflict heavy damage on the other side.

“Too bad.” Kerall beat the head of the city gently, for just a moment can only regret a second, the other party's cooperation is clearly through the hundred battles level, implicitly as if you just hit one magazine and just reached out to the other hand to hand over the other, this is definitely a tacit agreement cultivated on the battlefield, Romans...

Terrible!

Ten drum points of fifteen meters, a hundred meters turns and passes, the other spear hand theoretically begins to swerve near the limit.

“Stand up!!” This is when the role of the Knights of the Round Table came into play.

Not everyone can stand high and low above each other in Kerall's sight, and only a row of shield walls can be seen by Camelot warriors facing their enemies flat, not least behind the shield walls.

That's why many armies in history have been dumplings wrapped, and the wind and sand raised by the cavalry on both sides is a cover (see the movie [Alexander], although the film is a little rotten, it definitely helps enough horses to run, it's spectacular.) Can't see the opponent at all, to wear a white robe for Mao Zhaoyun? Because after the yellow sand, his clothes were stained with turquoise. It was a natural disguise. He went into the army, and all sides were enemies. There was no need to be afraid to poke his own people... (definitely not Zhao Hei, I am Zhao Ping, but the actual situation is not bad.

So when the chiefs of the knights of the round table roared, "Shield up."

Almost unconsciously, the instinct of being practiced into their bones made them lift shields —— up.

In fact, there are several kinds of shields here. [Standing Shield] means standing up against the enemy, but [Standing Shield] is used upwards to defend against flying props coming from the sky. All you need to do left and right is: stand shield, turn left, turn right.

It doesn't take a second, it's almost a subconscious problem.

Then the spear of the heavens and the earth descended from the sky.

Reality is not a movie, there is [bullet time] (which is the way the bullet trajectory can be seen in the hacker empire) and the slowing factor approach, almost with the sound of the wind coming at the same time as the whistle.

Crossbowmen were not within range of each other, and the infantry war, which lasted dozens of meters, prevented each other's distance, but it did not in any way prevent the other from using projectiles to shoot out the spear.

The spear kept getting stuck in the shield just half way through, thanks to the shield raised high, John could even see a spear that just rubbed his arm a centimeter from his eyes and stopped, his heart almost stopped beating, he inserted three or four spears on his shield, which was really exciting, but luckily none of the spears on his shield pierced his arm or passed through his shield.

“Put it down!” It wasn't until the order came that his heart would heal as if the beating blood were returning to his veins, a heavy breath relaxed his shield full of spears, his feet trembling and his mouth smiling with joy: "Bill, the enemy is about to rush up. Are you asleep? ”

Looking back, Johnton's hands and feet were freezing, his friend Bill's hands shrugged powerlessly, and he could see a spear running through his hand, and under the pain, he didn't remember to hand over his stuff at school: put the shield over his head in any case in the face of the arrow rain! Then twisted the twisted shield, he was broken off by the second and third spears, and the fourth spears penetrated from his left eye and nailed his whole person firmly to the ground in an inclined position...

[Military Academy Infantry Teaching Materials Chapter 1: In the face of the rain of arrows, put the shield over your head in any case. Killing you with a front-loaded arrow is to blame for your bad life. Stabbing a porcupine with an arrow on your head is something you didn't learn.] (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.)