My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 353: Severe Casualties

PS: Three thousand words an hour, I'm going crazy!

PS1: Feeling good? And the fifth!

PS2: Death Wars! Death!

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It's night.

Red Lotus Virgin Jeanne leads the Knights of the Round Table in an expedition on the 12th, raiding King Ouma City, Uruk.

It's a role.

King Gilgamesh of Uruk paid the price of blood with his haughty answer on the evening of the thirteenth day, following the passing of the branches of peace olives by Camelot Grand Sage and Prime Minister Camelot and His Royal Highness Prince Camelot Kerall.

With incomplete statistics, 30,000 people were killed or injured on both sides of the service, half of the Uruk was burned down by the fire, and hundreds of thousands of others were missing.

Though known as casualties, it is clear that Camelot's Knights of the Round Table, after an ex-post count, found that only 500 Knights of the Round Table remained, so the rest of the casualties were self-evident…

After this service, Joan the Rose Knight became famous in the name of [Red Lotus Virgin]!

JOAN, counting the numbers, found in darkness that there were only five hundred and fifty-six round-table knights left with her.

In other words, the remaining 444 people have stayed in Urukane forever!

Nevertheless, she has made enough money for the enemy to pay several, even tens of times her price.

“This is not the time for grief.” Around five kilometers outside Uruk, the weary knights of the round table searched blindly for their comrades who were still alive yesterday.

Some of their comrades did not die in battle, but were trapped in alleys separated by the Uruks, who could not have had the time or the strength to kill back and rendezvous with them. At that time, JOAN, the commander, gave decisive orders to break through, and after running along, they could even hear the sound of slaughter in Uruk City.

This makes them very uncomfortable.

But listening to Joan, everyone looked up at her and saw what the miracle general was trying to say.

“We're in danger.” JOAN stood under her horse in order to save her love horse some weight. Even the jade chaser horse of Warcraft descent was sweating in the nervous and fierce rush just now. JOAN sat on a stone and looked at everyone with great respect.

Everyone was gasping and sweating.

There was blood and crushed flesh everywhere, and some people could see some viscera in the gap between their armor, and even one person's helmet had an unbroken eye.

JOAN is really proud of these soldiers.

“I'm proud of you, but we're still in danger.” JOAN took the bag down by the saddle and opened it for a sip. The bag was not water, but wine.

Wine is the only exciting drink in this era that contains a lot of glucose, amino acids and a hint of excitement.

Another bottle of barley, a very high concentration in her water bag, was used to clean the wounds and stab the wounded. Before Kerall left, one person equipped them with two, saw Joan's movements, many people shrugged their throats, took out the wine and drank a sip.

They come out this time, they die all their lives, these things are life-saving, so keep saving them, but now-- it doesn't matter!

“Listen...” JOAN rubbed his mouth with his horse armor and found all the blood on the horse armor - this is the blood that JOAN punched the other person's nose and beam bones into his brain and splashed on it.

“How would you feel if you joined our Camelot so secretly attacked?” JOAN used a change of mindset to make this group of less educated men realize the seriousness of the problem.

“That's right, they're gonna come after us.” JOAN definitely said, "and the whole country will be looking for us!” JOAN hammered his arm with another hand and suddenly brought a crisp noise - “So the pursuit we face now is definitely not a crowd, but a nation! ”

“We are enemies of the nation!!” JOAN stood up and shouted.

Everyone's breathing is excited, this glorious title makes their blood boil!!

Enemy of the nation! What a brave title!

“Now there's only one thing we have to do!” JOAN stood on the big rock and shouted: “Take this title and go back alive and ask His Excellency Kerall to give us the medal!! ”

“Gentlemen! We have 10 minutes to harvest the sharp and restore horse power, and in 10 minutes, we will escape at full speed!” JOAN was so ashamed to say the word of escape, but at this time it was incredibly exciting and exciting.

Beans soak up wine and restore the best stimulant for horses.

Because this is the reason for the final battle, everyone is not stingy enough to provide the highest nutrition for their comrades.

Faced with the excitement in everyone's eyes and the fatigue that had just swept away from JOAN, Cassandra walked up to JOAN and looked at these exhilarating knights of the round table and said softly in JOAN's ear: "What a beautiful means. ”

JOAN The corner of his mouth smiled bitterly at Cassandra walking into the woods, what a beautiful means...?

If they weren't Camelot's finest fighters, they'd have collapsed by now, wouldn't they?

But their vast years of combat experience have given them tremendous self-regulation.

In the face of tired battles, the death of comrades, the next thousand miles of hunting, everyone's string was already tight, JOAN just put a little oil on that string so that they wouldn't collapse so fast.

Once that string collapses, that's when this army completely collapses.

Now the only hope is the word "glory over life" put forward by the Knight King, right?

Glory is greater than life.

So these round-table knights who escaped so easily were never willing to die, so they were caught up, killed, their honor, and now it's official time!

JOAN sighed slightly, precisely because this concept existed, making it at least easier for her now, and now it's time to really test people!

“…” JOAN looked at the red side of the sky with half a cloud of red Xia, which was not in any way a sign of the imminent appearance of the sun, but rather a cry of despair generated by the half of Uruk she lit.

Sin?

It's just a question of position.

JOAN smiled, this kind of thing, Kerall. Didn't he say that?

There is no absolute controversy and error, some are mere errors of position and justice.

Ten minutes later, the knights of the round table, who had abandoned most of their vests and armor, had left behind nothing but breastcoats and shields except food, water and weapons. Everything else had been abandoned, and the armor piled up in the mountains had been covered with branches and lit, as if something like a flame had been done to prevent Camelot's process from being stolen.

Though they knew they still had more than 400 comrades defeated, they preferred to believe that all their comrades had fought heroically and that Uruk would not surrender because he believed that what he had received was nothing but broken pieces.

Half an hour later, the dog was finally shut down and all the sporadic knights of the round table, Nzi, led Gilgamesh's most elite Knights of Ace, outside this huge fire ring that burned like an altar.

Looking inside is a cold smile to identify armor and vests.

“Think you can get away with it by lightening the burden?” Very few people have green hair on the continent, and Kerall has seen only one C.C., and this Orc Orc man, the Great Sage Uruk, is also a rare, green-haired handsome man, who raised his hand and shouted, “Put out the fire with dirt, and quickly report Uruk's attack to all the big, small and medium-sized cities, towns and cities of the Umma Empire, and let them block them at all costs, waiting to join us! ”

To be honest, one person's speed is actually very fast, only two horses are needed, the lightness of a horse that does not need to be weighed down is lighter than that of a horse that is being ridden, and it is also completely incomparable in terms of tiredness, once one horse is ridden, switching to another horse will still be able to maintain the speed just now.

Mongolians are usually three to four horses a person, a mato luggage, an empty horse, and a horse as a human being.

In this way, mobility is the opposite of the sky. Mongolians who ride wherever they go are the first in the world to adapt!

Obviously, Enchi also intends to go over Camelot's round table knights with a single double horse, with ambushes in front of them, blocked in front, followed by pursuits, and Enchi is confident that he does not intend to go back to the other side alive!

It's a disgrace to let them escape Uruk City. How can he escape Uruk again?

Enzi doesn't even intend to have a face anymore, he has quickly notified Gilgamesh on the front line, Gilgamesh is on the border, and once Gilgamesh's 250,000 troops have swept away on the border line, it will be difficult for the other side to penetrate their wings.

This is no longer a matter of vengeance and face, they represent the shame of Uruk!

State shame means that they exist one day, waking up naked Uruk in the morning like a slap, and telling them, "Are you comfortable? Tomorrow!”

Uruk, who wakes up every day with a tingle in his face, will never forget this scar, nor will he ever forget this shame.

They must die! And he died in the hands of the Uruks!

Otherwise, shame, like a thorn, would remain in the hearts of the Uruks for 10 years, 100 years, a thousand years.

They must die! Undead, Uruk's face will never be picked up again!

Enchi looked at the extinguished fire and left a thousand people to dig out the armor that had been melted into a large group, and then lead the way in a direction where the dragons of fire left each other. (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.)