My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 337: Two Days! Kiss.

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It took most of the morning, and when the 160,000 knights and 220,000 militiamen arrived at the castle in Gagheris, it was already sunrise.

Of course, 380,000 troops cannot all flow into the castle, let alone the tactics of snail castles for knights, the question is whether the castle of Gagheris alone can accommodate these 380,000 troops.

Not to mention the other two castles, each with 20,000 troops coming this way, plus the 20,000 men gathered by Gagheris himself, which is close to half a million troops.

Forty-four million armies can pull out the name of a million armies, I'm sure even in that name, many governors will be scared to surrender?!

Keiral, they are now in Rome, in the territory of Lugdungulu Province, and indeed the Lord of Lugdungulu Province is already scared to pee.

This neighborhood was originally Lancelot's territory, except that Lancelot, who had been beaten to death by Camelot for three months, rolled back to Rome, and now faces directly Camelot's 440,000 army by the Grand Duke of Lugdungulu Province, Quintus Maka.

In the face of this situation, the 54-year-old Grand Duke Quintus-Marca has long been grieving.

He just wants to hang out until the end of his tenure, let his son go up there, go back to Rome and have a drink, see how the little wish of the opera is so hard to hang out in peace!

Like a needle felt, he walked back and forth in the room. At the age of fifty, he had a thick white foundation on his face, and then he painted his lips with a scarlet. With a whale bone skirt, he pulled his sagging chest tightly into his chest. The old woman constantly shook her fan and shook. Every time she trembled, she fell with a thick foundation and looked terrified. She shouted with a screaming voice: "My macaque! What the hell are we supposed to do? What the hell are we gonna do? ”

“Shut the fuck up!” Quintus-Marca, disturbed by her pointy, slightly Mediterranean accent in Latin, shouted and shook at the woman.

“Ouch! My poor Manius! My Manius!!” She continued to scream loudly after shaking.

Manius is the young man next to him, Manius Maka, the true son of Quintus Maka.

“Mom!” he cried with a frown, his freckled face full of unspeakable worries: “Father, otherwise we will surrender...”

“Surrender?!” Quintus stared and yelled: “You mean to surrender my hereditary Grand Duke of Rome to a bun of Bunitania?!!” Bunitalia is the British provincial code in Rome, [Britannia].

Although Camelo has been independent for almost 50 years, many Romans still regard it as one of Rome's provinces, and the so-called "Camelo” is nothing more than the title of a group of insurgents. It is precisely for this reason that few Romans value Camelot, despite the fact that his predecessor, Claudius, regarded it as a matter of heart.

“Let's face it! Father!” Standing up and roaring aloud, Manius exclaimed: “From today on we will no longer be lords of Lugdungulu Province, and Lugdungulu Province will never be part of the Roman Empire!!! ”

Quintus, who seemed exhausted, suddenly softened on the couch, which... was made by Camelot.

Beautiful silverware, made by Camelot.

The brass candlestick, engraved with a mysterious pattern like a work of art, was made by Camelo.

That gorgeous soft wool carpet with golden trims was made by Camelot...

He looked up and tried to find something that wasn't made by Camelot, but he failed.

Fine cuisine, practices and origins come from Camelot.

Beautiful maid outfit, brought by Camelot.

The weaving and fabrication of the wool came from Camelot.

Everything reminds him, don't be silly, give up your resistance, you can't fight such a country.

And he drowned his head down, and he said, “I know, Manius, go make a statement, and I'll stamp the family. ”

When Kailar's 440,000 troops landed in Roman territory in less than two hours, the Grand Duke's surrender paperwork reached Kailar's table, where thirteen round-table knights were eating lunch!

Kerall and Altoria sit by the long table, but their left and right hands are not the knights of the round table.

In fact, on Kerall's left is Dinesha, and on her right is Miriam, two of whom are eligible to sit on Kerall's right and left.

And on Altoria's left is the white knight, Joan.

On Altoria's right is the red knight, Mordred.

Just because in the army, as a woman again, both women wore masks and wrote down the bottom half of the mask and stuffed the dishes in their mouths, both women frequently attracted the attention of the knights of the round table.

Because they were in a state of readiness, the Round Table Cavaliers did not change their civilian clothes, but rather were eating in their clothes - at most, just taking off their armor.

Armored This thing is thick and sturdy, often reduced by holding only one wooden shield, but easily penetrated by knights is actually used as a shield in many cases: a regular long sword or a long knife cannot cut this thing.

It's like Altoria always likes to use her armor to block arrows and knives and stuff.

This is not impossible, in terms of knight elders' martial arts and battlefield bonuses, but rather something that is easy to do, which, of course, works, but is too clumsy to eat.

So the armor was put aside.

And when Gagheris' deputy handed Artoria a surrender statement, Artoria opened the letter with a silver knife.

“Why surrender?” Altoria frowned, putting the letter aside and inserting a chicken leg into herself: “That was so swelling, it just came here, and he surrendered. ”

Kerall drank a sip of wine and ignored her. Dinesha and Miriam laughed a little bit, they were not part of the military system, they were not afraid of Altoria at all, even Dinesha was watching Altoria grow up, her little majesty was a cloud in front of Dinesha!

Of course, the others endured a lot of hard work, and Joan had to bow his head to stop eating —— maybe a bite?

She looked at Keiral, and Keiral ignored her, and she asked grudgingly, "Kai, where are we going to fight next? ”

“Nowhere, first distribute this copy as much as possible to the other territories, then we accept their territories.” Kerall continues to drink, sitting in an elegant and charming position.

“But Kai, have you thought about how much food we consume every day?” Altoria's question gives everyone a punch in the eye and a cramp in the neck - are you always ashamed to ask about food? You eat up to 30 people on your own. Are you afraid you won't eat enough?

No one dares to ask.

“One day, enough.” Kerall smiled and dropped the glass, saying, "By the time the sun comes up tomorrow morning, everyone should know who to serve. ”

“Then it only takes a day of haste to disenfranchise them, expropriate the city guards and militias as the cannon ashes of the head, and then fill Camelo's men with skeletons after a massive depletion, and the area should be properly turned into Camelo's territory, right?” Kerall said with a smile.

He spoke very clearly before the war.

This is a military decision made for the independence of the nation, the hegemony of the continent, the resources of the future, in other words, this struggle for your life is entirely acceptable to all.

In the West, there is no win-win concept.

Later, China slowly brought in Africa, and then the values flowing from Africa into Europe are now without any market, and it is true universal values that you live with so many resources.

The Vikings and the Gauls, for example, could kill the entire peninsula clean in order to compete for the English peninsula, and the rest of them travelled far away from Ireland and Western Europe, for example, with Alexander's sword, which was given by Celts travelling far away from Western Europe.

Of course, the Celts of this era are not so miserable, they are rich and strong now, they are tall and powerful, they are confident enough to defeat them in the face of the dwarf Rome.

In the early morning of the following day, the announcement of surrender came from the territory of Lugdungulu province as if it were rainfall.

The next is a full day's march, 5,000 men, 5,000 departures, 220,000 militias trained by Kerall finally come into use, no matter how long, no matter how far away, a deputy, a deputy with 5,000 militias will be able to reach each other's territory in one day!

The deputy general disarmed, the deputy copped the house, everything was so harmonious!

Because the front foot has just issued a surrender notice, the back foot resists and so on. The people of this era are not that thick yet, but the front foot has just received a notification, the back foot copies the house and so on. Kerall, this passing belly black politician is such a thick face!

Faced with Kailar, who sent 100,000 militiamen out in a flash, everyone was stunned to find that in just two days, all 20 territories of Lugdungulu province had fallen into Kailar's pocket properly, and on the third day, Nero, far from Rome, had received the war report. (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.)