My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 271: Where's the Cavalry?

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“These are evil ways, Michelangelo, don't be too obsessed," Keiral took Michelangelo's towel and wiped his bloody hands clean, saying, “You should believe in your own medicine and knowledge, that's the left-hand side of the door, do what you have to do, don't let that trick confuse your eyes. ”

“Yes, sir.” Michelangelo bowed down deeply to say respectfully that Keiral did not see the deep fanaticism and ghost in his eyes after he bowed his head.

“Have we sorted out our losses? C.C.” Kerall is the other name, naturally Catilin Candida, the girl Kerall rescued in Scottish town, but because her name comes from Latin, many Cameroonians are not used to speaking at all and stubbornly kill each other, so it's usually just her simplified name, Catherine, and there's only one person who can call her C.C. acronym - Kay.

“Yes, Kay.” With a green hair, she looked very pretty, wearing a classic women's robe, she didn't comb a ponytail or a noble and elegant Greek style (this is the universal hairstyle of the world, worn by Rome, with hair split from the middle and a hairstyle on the back neck.) Instead, she left a regular Liu Hai to cover her forehead, and then combed the excess hair into two braids behind her head. Perhaps for the modern man, her hair was dirt fatal, but for the woman at that time, it was sexy fatal!

Kerall brushed it for her, and then she didn't change her hair!

Who would dare to push Keiral directly if Keiral had a keen heart for the girl but was reluctant to wander so far in the Oriental connotation, and only a powerful man like Dinesha could push Keiral?

“Yes, Kay, a total of eight hundred and twenty-one people have died, and the injuries have been properly arranged.” C.C. herself does not want to call Kerall a teacher, in her conception it seems that calling Kerall a teacher would disqualify her from pursuing Kerall, and she is not worried about Kerall having a wife - who is in power now every two or three lovers?

It's not hard to understand Altoria's amazing tolerance for Dinesha —— after all, Dinesha knew that for 20 years together, look at the more than 50 swords that Kerall had brought back, the dangerous man who had been glued to Keral-Ofelia's roots.

According to her research, the girl clearly had a history of mental illness, which, of course, Keiral taught her, so she was more comfortable handing over Keiral to people she knew, like Beddiewell, like Dinesha.

“Understood. Collect the wounded and take the dead to the cliff.” Kerall nodded, waved, C.C. nodded, took people down, started distributing, she was in charge of logistics, she didn't have to be distracted by the war.

“Kay, what do we do?” At this time, the six chiefs of the knights who had returned from the battlefield and had even wiped out a bloody round table had been surrounded, and Gareth was still a young man, some of them reluctantly asked.

“It is no wonder that today the loss to the other side is not smaller than ours. The first time they encounter a method of combat like ours, their rhythm has been disrupted. According to Mr. Merlin's approach, it is not expected to attack again today. Let the crossbowmen of the city retreat to around 500 people and rest of them go downtown to rest. ”

“Yes.” Almost blind trust, all the knights of the round table saluted a gift and split up, but Beddiewell stopped and turned her head and looked at Kerall with a melancholy look, where deep resentment numbed Kerall's scalp, naturally loyal to Altoria for spending two nights in the wild.

Kerall couldn't help it, but if Altoria had seized the opportunity to rush out today, they would have already had a banquet in town, where would she have been so passive?

Still some naive stubbornness.

Keiral sighed softly and immediately put his mind into a new round of healing, and 800 people died, but there were thousands of wounded. His healing speed was just as good as his own magic recovery speed, and he was not afraid of Merlin's sudden attack. To be honest, although they were not even chess opponents, as a typical Orientalist, the idea of respecting teachers was very serious.

If Keiral doesn't have that high reputation, this kind of solitary uniqueness is definitely crane chicken herd, but under the cover of Keiral's enormous reputation, it becomes humble in line with his reputation and status, powerful people pretend to force it is called low-key, powerless people pretend to force it is called brush pen, real society is so real, pretending to force also needs capital.

Likewise, Kerall has identity, status, and makes Oriental-specific Joya, which is called humility, and if a farmer's son does so, he will surely be regarded as a weak and bullying object.

So what you want to be seen as doing is not pretending, not threatening others with violence, but being self, confident, self-reliant.

Not to mention the gossip, but the atmosphere on Merlin's side is very serious.

At least the Romanians were greatly surprised by the fighting power of the Camelos.

What surprised them was not the fighting power of the recruits, the rookies they slaughtered, but the fighting power of the chiefs of the round-table knights, who had killed 600 people by just six people, and not just the deaths of more than 600 people, who moved forward with the injury of one person per second, perhaps more than one, more people injured by the large-scale spear killing method of Beowulf, because he was simply a wide-ranging attack.

So 600 people died, but more than 300 were injured! Beowulf is not the only reason, in fact, in addition to the precise one-strike must-kill style of Bedwell, the other round-table knights continue to move forward, under constant pressure, while the otherwise efficient and orderly rate of killing slows down and makes mistakes, and the more than 300 wounded are the six who, after making mistakes, are unable to kill their enemies efficiently and instead kill their enemies.

Master Guan's legend is true, and it is true that Lubu faced the thousands of army horses in the same colour. Even Cao Cao, a courageous hero, dared not confront Lubu directly. Instead, Liu Beishui drowned together, causing Lubu to lose his temper.

Obviously, after the strange boost of prestige on this continent, those who possess tremendous power in war seem to be driven by the people who are watching behind them. This is a wonderful state of affairs that only falls into the battlefield, and even Kerall, no matter how he studies it, cannot understand it - he is only a literary man, not a samurai!

The samurai cannot understand the indignation of the literary people, the arrogance of the literary people, nor can the literary people understand the happiness of the samurai, nor can they understand the heat and blood of the samurai.

So it's a headache to meet these knights with title-boosts, even Merlin. Romanians fight more like future generations of warriors, working closely, with a delicate division of labour, with tacit teamwork and, like machines, with enormous national power. Romanian warriors tend to be invincible, in other words, they lose control when someone crushes them with force.

“Concentrate the wounded first, shall we send them back or stay here?” Merlin looked at a few difficult officers with oblique eyes, but her heart was laughing. They already had a shadow of failure in their heart, and hesitation was also the reason for fear of failure.

Sending the wounded back to Romania would draw out a team, which would lead to the separation of troops, which could then lead to failure.

Similarly, if the wounded are left here, and if they fail, the wounded who cannot run are likely to be left to be killed.

Their minds are filled with shadows of failure, because they all know it.

After a battle in the daytime, the Camelos would never go out of town and fight face to face again, because they had no quantitative advantage, and no qualitative advantage.

In the face of the Romanian infantry, who will surely be guarded by the city, today their strong crossbow shook the Romanians greatly, and the scene where only one man's shield was needed would be difficult to break up the entire infantry regiment without holding it.

Not to mention the casualties caused by the Crossbow Squad after the Long Retreat of the Round Table Knights, almost four times their own number, and 4,000 people died under their Crossbows! The armor of Romanian warriors is not thick enough, and their strong defenses are just on the shield. Instead, they lose their shield in the face of the crossbow!

They can only build a ladder with spears, but the other side can poke them one by one with an infantry rifle, and then shoot them with a crossbow arrow. To be honest, the human spears really can't play with their crossbowmen.

What should we do?

An atmosphere of frustration spreads amongst them, and Merlin laughs in her heart, and this is Nero's proud elite infantry? They have honor in their hearts, but they have rotten into their bones! Elite, but so terrible, can only fight the bright wind? Oh, it seems they really are the peasant army that has been bullying Carthage for a long time. Aren't they used to facing the regular army of the same country? Camelo is the one she sees grow up, naturally knows what it's all about. The country is small, but the one that people want to develop. This is the most horrible country, and this is just the face of Camelo's new recruit eggs. This is what happens when they encounter a little setback. It's really hard to imagine when they face Camelo's elite cavalry...

Wait, cavalry?

Merlin was full of spirits, as if something had been discovered, and such an important battle was about whether Camelot could stand on the mainland, even if Kerall was sitting in town, how could there be no cavalry? 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.)