My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 283: The Sage's Plan

PS: Let's start with a chapter, and chapter two is halfway through.

“Oh, what's your good idea?” Alexander squeezed his eyes and asked with interest.

If Rome is as difficult as a bull for a powerful Macedonian empire, then Dracula and Renault are flies, revolving around their own group, but they can't produce the feeling of hitting him... really very, very bad.

“First of all, you have a misunderstanding.” Keiral was very happy watching Aristotle and Alexander coagulate the way he listened, smiling and sticking out a finger and saying, “That is, they are not together! ”

“…” Looking at the two people still depressed and unquestioned, Kerall said with a smile: “Obviously, because of the attack by both sides, your subconscious thought was that the two sides had agreed to attack you together, but did you ever wonder if there was a subpoena in the world where something so quick could unite the armies of two different countries so tacitly?” Keiral stayed in this era for a long time and was slowly assimilated into it.

“Are you saying that they attacked me so together was completely coincidental?” Alexander asked bewildered as he touched his bearded jaw.

“Coincidence.” Keiral said in a bite.

“And the thing about building a city across from Dracula is good, good, but too negative.” Kerall said, "Although this step seems very good, it also limits its own performance. I remember that Macedonia's most powerful is the Chariot Square and the Light Infantry Square. Isn't it the walls that bind itself? ”

Alexander was overheard drinking and slowly discovered the heart of the problem in Kerall's words.

“And most importantly, the wall blocks not only the enemies of the invasion, but also the opportunity for the other two armies to meet. ”

Kerall smiled like a fox: "Without this wall, and let's guide them a little, what would happen if the proud Romanians of being the first on the continent collided with the proud mad dog of a lifetime? ”

“Ahahahahahaha...” Alexander slapped his thigh with a thunderous voice: “I'm sure they won't sit back and eat! ”

“Then, immediately write a book ordering Kasunda to evacuate the city and then order West Liquid to evacuate west.” Alexander spoke out loud.

“Yes!” Aristotle bowed to his command.

From time to time, the servants came up and sent out the orders to hurry up the whip.

“Ha ha, let me see your hand-directed show this time!” Alexander drank a big sip of wine and laughed haha.

“Yes, let me show you my strength in this month.” Kerall raised the glass and gently touched Alexander.

12.5 days.

Heavy snow covered everything in the city, but in the university, 8,000 Kasunda troops withdrew from the city.

At 12.8, there were no more troops in the city.

Dracula's men tried to chase them, but Dracula stopped them.

Indeed, on the afternoon of the 8th, a giant stone thrower came from the return guns of the Arabs, constantly throwing ice and stones into the city and slagging the entire city.

If Dracula's men were going after him, they'd be scum by now, wouldn't they?

The Romans were afraid to curse the Macedonians, but slowly retreated.

12.15, heavy snow.

Heavy snow covered Castle Dracula and covered the city opposite it.

An unknown number of troops have been stationed in the city.

Due to heavy snow, the entire battlefield was less than fifteen meters in view, and even Dracula had to leave the city to fight when the other army began to approach this side.

Because obviously, if the opponent strikes at his castle with a fallback cannon that destroys the city before the weather hits him, the army of 80,000 inhabitants inside will all turn into scum.

Since Keiral can imagine freezing into walls with water, Dracula can naturally imagine that the other person is using water to solidify into ice bombs to throw, and that the weight of the ice is no heavier than that of stones, but as a condensation, it just takes a simple mold, like sewing it up with leather and hanging it in the water, to make tens of thousands of giant ice balls overnight.

Dracula can naturally think of each other, so if the other attacked first, they would never let the other attack with Dracula's character in this weather.

It's nature.

Kerall knows that many people don't understand the difference between a gifted general and a so-called militant.

Military theory is powerful.

But a talented general, though he needs theoretical knowledge, is more of an amazing intuition.

No one ever tells them what tactical initiative is, but any militarily distinguished generals and commanders know the truth: Never let your opponent take your nose.

So Dracula attacked decisively.

Perhaps in their forties, in their fifties, the generals who have tasted a thousand ways of life will have a unique, steady and defensive posture, which is what a great empire must need, whatever it is, first hold it steady, hold it steady, the foundations of the empire are intact, and no one will ever defeat us. The pride and stability of a unique empire, like a pillar stone, suppresses the possibility of the last collapse of the empire.

In fact, Nero wanted Dracula to become such a general. When he was young, he was sharp as a scalpel. When he was middle-aged, he was stable and strong as a rock. When he was old, his experience was as spicy as when he was old and difficult as an old foxmelon.

And now Dracula is obviously a sharp scalpel that cuts itself if it doesn't work, and when it does, it cuts the throat of the enemy.

The young dracula did not hesitate to attack out of the city.

In fact, there are multiple factors in this.

For example, teenagers are willing, for example, the unbeatable Army of Macedonia has been under constant pressure, they have been praised, for example, the positive thoughts in the brain are acting weird.

Young people, after all, like to conquer, conquer, conquer.

Alexander is only 35 years old. How can he be so young? Until the age of fifty, there will be no great decline in human spirituality or physical strength (well, the scientific basis, the recession caused by all kinds of torture in reality, does not count.) Not to mention Alexander, a 2.05cm tall, strong man, is not expected to suffer from any illness after he is fifty years old, because soil and water fell into the jungle, and when he died, he was really 40 years old, unfortunately.

So there's only one way to use the mainstream now: to attack proactively, to take control of the war initiative, and then to kill the enemy.

So Dracula didn't hesitate to do it.

The light cavalry carries the light infantry straight into the center of the formation.

The other side was also rushed in by Dracula's forces, more than 2,000 cavalry and 5,000 infantry, a total of 7,000 troops as if they were in the other side's camp, dripping blood at the tip of the spear, and the sword spanning the horse, but in the best position.

“So that's how Mars hit Earth.” Kerall gently pushed down the castle: "Whatever these two mad dogs were for, they were proud to say that the two countries were never friends before they were built, just happened to have an enemy like you, and there was no conflict between them on the road and on the ground, which led to your enemies on both sides. ”

“So you let Kachanda lure the mad dog Renault into the city?” Alexander pulled off one of the legs of the roasted sheep at random, and the giant leg of the sheep was in his hand like a chicken leg, and he just bit the leg off half a bite.

“Of course.” Kerall shook his glass: "So that even if you can't see the flag for less than twenty meters, you can't stop seeing the leather armor problem. That's what it means to ride a tiger. ”

“But wouldn't it be a big problem if the snow suddenly stopped?” Ask Aristotle, left to right, on the face of a young and mature young man sitting next to Alexander with a heavy exit.

“Oh, you are?” Keiral asked with a toast.

“Yes, Your Highness, I am Herfistión! Right slaughter.” The other young face is full of skill, cleverness, and serenity, and nods to Kerall's smile at the maturity of his peers, impeccable in both etiquette and expression.

“You're amazing.” Keiral laughed, “Yes, it's really because of this problem, but it's not that big. Now the wind is northwest wind, and a lot of ice and snow from the glaciers upstream of the ocean is blown into thin ends and coming downstream. Even though there's not much left when we arrive in Greece, it won't stop here, at this time.” Keiral's pointless addition is that the ingredients are the most important ingredients. Although the craftsmanship is completely irrelevant, Keiral resents the taste of Camelot's wine because of the desert weather.

Desert grapes are the best, and, uh, hamamelis are the best. Kerall's ability to eat frozen hammered melons this time of year is entirely due to Macedonia's trans-world map.

Who dares disobey the Majesty of Macedonia? The best came in, and the way to preserve it was created by the wisdom of a wide audience, which is the power of the centralized system and the vast map.

What Kerall wanted was to defeat such an empire, and it really wasn't an injustice in his life.

“Well, let's just sit back and watch the show!” Alexander Holmey's voice rang, and in a matter of seconds he had finished eating a sheep's leg, with a big, greasy mouth. (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.)