My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 354: The Wisdom of JOAN

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Looking at the Uma coming up like ants, JOAN exclaimed: "Let it go! ”

Five hundred long arrows were shot out at once by a strong bow, the knights at the round table were skilled in martial arts, they practiced martial arts longer than they had on the horse's back, the concept of bow and arrow had never been “covered" in their hands, faced with thousands of enemies rushing towards them, their flares causing a great deal of casualties - each of them was a divine archer, of course, when faced with enemies, hundreds of them.

Of course, the previous hundreds of hairs were built on the premise of standing still, not moving.

But after training at Knights College, the dual stirrups and saddles finally showed them the benefits of this configuration - they could slowly grind down more than 2,000 people with speed advantages just by racing their horses in small steps, leaning against each other.

At most, these two thousand people are just leather armor, wooden shield copper spear equipment, this equipment is more scum than ordinary iron armor, facing the knights' horned long bow is the fate of an arrow, facing 1,200 kilograms, that is, 1.2 tons of war horses even small runs much faster than this group of infantry attack.

The premise of the difference between the two is that 1,200 kilos of horses can run a few kilometers and stop for a sip of water, piss, eat something or something.

And these infantry men, if they keep going at this speed, will have to kneel for another 500 meters!

The practice of blocking cavalry with infantry has proven to be a foolish way to go!

Infantry can't keep pace with knights!

Nor are ordinary archers in the range of bows and arrows the rivals of the knights - the knights possess the skills to accelerate the projection of Mongolians who have shot half the planet across Europe, the Middle East, and the infantry, at best, stands and throws at each other.

The former is able to throw countless arrows into enemy positions with a horse speed, while the latter is clearly forced to stand and take a beating in the face of the former - when the arrows they throw fall, the enemy will not know where they are!

This group of 2,000 infantry soldiers was soon annihilated by JOAN. 2,000 people fought 500 people for nothing, and 500 people didn't even lose a single piece of hair. This is completely inseparable from the horses!

Returning to positions of more than 2,000 people, the knights began collecting arrows and rations and water.

The first twelve days were raids and attacks, so the knights of the round table who raided the towns and cities along the way did not lack water, and they even had the remaining time to burn the irrigated water until it cooled down before filling it back.

But now it's the third day of Red Lotus Night, and they don't even have time to go to the creek nearby for water!

And arrows are in danger of being exhausted because they have been facing enemies.

This forced the knights to start picking up the arrows they fired in preparation for the next battle.

In fact, the arrows of the Uruks are totally incomparable with those of the Camelot knights.

Not to mention the use of “geese" feathers as a balancing device for the tail of the arrow, but simply the pointed uniform use of hydraulic abrasive devices to grind out the triple prism arrows that the other party cannot possess at all, not to mention the triple prism arrows plus the feathers under the neck of the three geese and the stunning arrow stability of the hard birch rods.

A bow or arrow with the furthest range of 200 meters at the time of flat fire can wreak havoc on the enemy at will when faced with it.

And look at Uruk's arrows.

Flat triangles are good. What's with that stupid, lacking, even seemingly unformed droplet arrow?

The wood on the arrow rod is made of an unknown type of wood, soft and spongy, wait a minute, can't this be Nanwood? The arrow feathers are even more excessive, the cluttered feathers are definitely some poultry wool handle?!

Two feathers sticking together, are you a bow and arrow?!

The Camelot Round Table knights, who had been fed their appetite, looked down on the arrows of the Uruks, but JOANDLER made them have to pick up all the arrows at their disposal to prepare for future battles.

Half an hour later, after cleaning the battlefield, a team of horses with bows and arrows behind the saddles of each round-table knight slowly disappeared into a hazy meadow.

Half an hour later, Enki came to the battlefield with more than 6,000 Gilgamesh champions, looking at a wretched battlefield, and Enki scolded him: "Shit! ”

It's not surprising, because Joan's route is too strange to even call it bizarre.

JOAN. Two hours after his departure that night, he slammed the city again when the sky was glowing.

She dared to return to Uruk with 500 knights and even intended to rush back into the city.

But the good news is that the guards who had just been through a great war would never let the gates open until they received their orders, so JOAN's attack was futile.

But it frightened Enchidu, who was tracking Joan.

Enki, who leads more than 6,000 light cavalry soldiers back at night, looked at the heavily guarded Uruk, and knew that he had been tricked around with the news, and had wasted so much time chasing after Joan, he had slowly lost his trail.

Fortunately, however, the hundreds of riding messengers sent out by Enchidu finally paid off. Two hours after tomorrow, a riding messenger arrived in front of Enchidu with a double ride to spit blood. He had only had time to say "southwest" and run back and forth for dozens of kilometers a night, and he was tired of connecting the horses together.

Enchiduma led the knights, resting for more than two hours, to catch up with Joan's footsteps again, and found that a town had been burned to the ground.

This time, JOAN had no mercy, and anyone who did not escape from the town in time was torched by a fire.

Still that sentence, no hatred, just position!

No innocence, just position!

The same thing happened in two or three successive times, Enzi seemed to exist specifically for the sake of JOAN. Every place, a scorched earth, every place, a wolf. Any resistance was shattered. Five hundred people in the other district were defeated and brave enough to survive the third day of his pursuit. Now even these thousand miles of Jilgamesh's defensive knights are exhausted, and the other party can still escape after a great war.

In common sense, this is almost impossible. Are these guys all monsters?!!

Poor Enzi, of course, has no idea how much weight they're weighing on the guy they call the Rider of the Round Table.

A knight counts an average height of 1 metre 8, an average weight of 200 kilos, plus 300 kilos of armor, and here's 500 kilos, and here's a dragon gun with a barrel of steel, a knight's sword, which adds up to about 20 kilos, and the long bow at the corner doesn't count, and a pot of dense arrows weighs about 36, three pots in total, in other words, these three pots add up to about 10 kilos, and a knight's shield, a V-shaped knight's shield weighs about 40 kilos, and here's the weight of 570 kilos.

And then the saddle was about 20 kilos, and some of the other stuff was piecemeal about 20 kilos.

It weighs almost 600 kilograms.

Six hundred kilos is not a horse's armor!

A horse's armor is about 300 kilograms, and together it's about 900 kilograms.

And a war horse is about to pull up 900 kilos, which is a fantastic thing to think about!

But the warhorses of the Mixed Race of Warcraft did it, and these knights of the round table were a miracle!

After abandoning 300 kilograms of horses, 250 kilograms of armor, all the horses need is 400 kilograms. This is paradise!

Battlehorses accustomed to weighing 900 kilograms can now even run back and regain strength.

If it weren't for the round-table knights, the horses would have been able to keep running for a day!

It can be said that it is not the horse's health that is holding the knights of the round table, but the knights of the round table!

“I don't understand.” The pony's little run is also very physical, because in the pony's little run, you need to clamp your legs to the belly of the pony, at which point your calf muscles need strength, and then your lower back needs to constantly adjust the curvature of the horse's ups and downs. The lumbar spine muscles here need strength, and it's worth the effort of your spine to get your whole back together.

It can be argued that horses are inevitable to be eliminated by cars. After all, driving for a day is just a muscle stiffness, a little spiritual tiredness, and once you get to sleep, you continue on the road.

But it's weird if you run all day on your horse's back and you're not tired!

JOAN is on his head, and the white Rosemary Knight flag never fell, never fell.

This is her handsome flag. People are on the flag, and the flag is extinguished. That's what it means to chop the flag.

The flags are together. Where can I see you in the hosts? Look at you more than 200 meters. This man is a blur, but even on the battlefield of a hundred miles, if you raise this flag, no matter which army can clearly feel you, you, JOAN, the Lord will be here, beside us, with us!

So JOAN held this flag one at a time, even though he didn't pull it down during the battle.

An old round table knight around him looked at Joan with a frown. Of course, he did not question Joan's ability to command, which proved to be probably among the highest in Camelot.

“Everyone is tired, why not just go back?!” He asked. (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.)