My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 291: The Ringtone of War

PS: I forgot to release the update of the scum stamp... well, it's my fault that he was scolded by the editor ~

PS1: But when I heard him say that, after watching Biochemistry 5, it was really a shooting...

PS2: Do you dare shave the one who plays Leon? Jill has become an old lady too... give me back Jill from Biochemistry 2!

“Robert.” Keiral turned the veteran around softly, a face full of wind cream. In the grim weather of England, the trenches on the veteran's face, often exposed to wind and sun, made him stand tall like a medal and lift his back, like that immutable spear.

The spear, too, is old, and the bare spear pole is smooth with constant friction, but it's still sharper than usual with the no.1 spear tip - a result of frequent polishing and maintenance.

The veteran stood tall and, although he was almost sixty years old, he was still like an unbending spear. In his view, guarding the tower was his duty and his task, so he looked at the unchanged distance 12 hours a day without daring to relax.

“His Excellency Kai!” Bang! A standard, textbook-like courtesy, collision of armor and armor creates a very serious atmosphere.

“Don't be rude.” Kerall waved his hand and climbed up slowly: “How's it going, okay? ”

“Yes, it has been safe, well fed, and warm since I retired.” Veteran Robert dropped his hand and a smile appeared on his faceless face - if that curve on his face could be called a smile.

“Ha ha, that's good.” Keiral sat on the edge of the bell tower with one foot up: “I let go of my heart when I saw that you were able to live happily ever after. ”

“…” Robert's mouth crept for a moment, but did not say anything. The wise man, though brilliant, still did not know the thoughts of their veterans. His eyes flashed a little dark. The veterans were not afraid to die on the battlefield, but between the beds, whether sick or old. To be honest, he felt terrible when he thought about it.

“How's your leg?” Keiral's face turned around, and the expression on his face crossed his face as wisely as ever, and the smile on his face seemed like nothing could hurt him.

Robert's leg was cut off by the Gaul's dwarf axe in the Gaul War last year, and although it was cured later by Kerall, it was still like a newborn leg, walking around with a twist, like a cripple.

“Yes, Your Excellency.” Robert nodded, hesitating, and eventually decided to muster the courage to say, “Wonder if you can keep me back in the army? I'm perfectly fine now, I think I can kill a bull with my bare hands, Your Excellency, it's not like I resisted this job, but I've been out of the army for four months, and I feel like I'm slowly decaying every day I stay here... Your Excellency, I just can't stand it, please let me go back to the army!” Robert rarely said much.

He knew his mouth was bad and could only use so many words to make Kerall understand his mind.

“…" When he was finished, he silenced and Keiral did not speak, the atmosphere slowly diminished.

“Is that what old Pete thinks?” Keiral finally spoke, and old Pete was a veteran, once cut off an arm by the Gauls, but also because he was slowly cured by Keiral, who, though handicapped, was able to live a normal life.

“Yes.” Robert vomited a word resolutely and calmly.

“Well, ring the bell, Robert.” Keiral smiled, pointing to a giant clock: “Nine times, please. ”

“Lord Kai! Are you serious?!” Robert trembled excitedly, and his voice filled with power.

“That's right, go.” Kerall laughed.

Under the new Camelot law, a bell rang six times, irrelevant to the civilian population, but at best it was a warning, but no one had heard more than six times, a bell rang six times, referring to an attack by a large beast, and a seventh was an attack by a small group of enemies, and because the law had been enacted after the Gaul had been defeated, no one had heard more than the sixth.

The seventh call represented that the whole village should hide in their homes and not go out.

The eighth voice represented an enemy attack, and all residents gathered in the largest nearby town, the largest of which was the size of the wall.

The ninth is unrelated to the people and represents the highest military security: all police-policemen, coaches, militiamen and veterans are concentrated in castles. Night martial law, no excuse to come out and kill the wanderer.

The tenth statement stated that men over the age of twenty throughout the country were reporting to the executive branch of the Government to receive weapons and armor to prepare for foreign enemies.

The eleventh voice indicated that all men over the age of seventeen received weapons and armor to prepare for battle.

The twelfth voice means that the temperatures of the nation will not be lowered, that is to say, we are going to die fighting the last person...

That is, the twelve rings, but after all, the first six rings deeply deepened this concept in just four months. The so-called habit becomes nature, and the habit takes only 25 to 100 days to fully cultivate, let alone four months?

That's why veteran Robert was so excited.

It means there's a big war, there's a hard war, and it takes their veterans to make bones, hard bones, and recruits to make blood, and it's plasticity, so it's the real war.

The veteran Robert did not hesitate, and the imprint of obeying orders had almost blended into his soul, his bone marrow, turned around, saluted, and rang the bell.

The rhythm knocked up, nine times in total.

The people of the Imperial City of Camelot were stunned. And then it was like I remembered something. There was an influx of people to the Executive Office or the College to get news.

The Executive Office is a place where Kerall disciples learn to accumulate experience in government, and during the week, small matters of chicken and garlic are handled by them on a rotating basis, and the college is not closed at all, leaving it to the people to watch, although it is not possible to interrupt the class.

But at this time, the college was already in a mess, and the instructors were gone. How did the students know what was going on? They were clearly more naive than the instructors who had been through hundreds of wars. When the instructors left quickly, they were already in a mess like headless flies.

The knights who have been to war are a little better. As long as they organize, as for the rest of us, it's a mess.

A village ten kilometers from Camelot.

Relying on the bell tower to look at the constant, distant old man listening to the bell as if it had been electrically shocked, one, two, three...

His cloudy eyes may have lost sight of what was in the wild, and his sharp eyes were becoming more chaotic, but his ears were still brilliant and the guns' hands were not shaking at all.

Seven, eight... nine!

Without hesitation, he swayed the bell of the bell tower hard, and the rhythm of the sound came out so far, so far away, for a moment, as if the whole of Camelot were caught in a bell... (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.)