My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 357: JOAN 'S COMING

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Three days later, the unexpected Joan disappeared from Uma's hinterland.

On the morning of the fourth day, Alexander was woken up and saw the JOAN visiting post.

Faced with JOAN's passing of Alexandria's euphoria, despite the fact that more than 500 JOAN rides out there are still in a state where she flees once the other side is ready for the whole army to move, so tired she still hopes that her choices are right - Alexander is an ally!

She picked the morning to come with her heart.

Alexandria's Macedonian Legion is a hundred wars long, as a hundred warrior division spanning two segments of the European continent of Central Asia.

The vigilance of such a force is absolutely more serious than Joan had expected - the outposts in the outermost camps after the outposts and rangers are sleeping in a bowl, so that once massive footsteps are heard in the bowl, the outermost sentries can quickly organize their forces to meet the enemy and give precious time for the elite rectification of the inside.

The willingness to trade-off and sacrifice is the only reason to gauge whether a force is elite or not.

Why do some people keep saying MD is the best in the Army? And then you think that with equipment, the first man in the Army can be beaten in the face by successive victories in history, folks, forget about Korea, forget about Vietnam?

There are fighters who are willing to sacrifice for most of their comrades, so that's why they can be called "elite."

Tell me the big truth.

Camelo may be able to think of himself as the number one cavalry, but whether the infantry number one is Rome or Macedonia is unknown, but speaking of the strongest military qualities in the whole, it is not Camelo, who is a military collegiate, but a Macedonian legion that has fought hundreds and even thousands of battles through hundreds of battles!

The foundational officers that the Macedonian Legion grinds out with Hercules' battle success are stronger training models than Camelo's “collegiate” officers in bulk, but in the long run, Camelo's officers need only go through a single war to be able to change their bones and get rid of their leads, while Macedonian officers are killed in the bloody sea of the Mountains. Each of their officers is brought about by the death of dozens or even hundreds of foundational officers. Despite Macedonian officers' experience, old ways, tactics and high execution capabilities, it is clear that the Macedonian officer training model is not sustainable, and the sustainability of Camelo's collegiate officer model is the true king proven by history!

But not to mention sustainable development, the apparently war-torn Army of Macedonia is absolutely the best military literature in the world today. The arrival of night secrets will not only be discovered by others, but will also make the enemy mistake enemy attack, it would be bad if by then those who could have been allies mistakenly thought enemy because of her actions.

So the bright morning has two purposes —— one is to show that you are not the enemy.

The other is the people of the Macedonian army who are able to stay alert in the morning, who are now merely on the alert, and the rest are brushing their teeth in an orderly fashion - the Greeks' love of cleanliness is famous in Europe, and Macedonia and Greece have long since become indistinguishable from each other. Greece is more like an “democratic” autonomous province, voting in a referendum and obeying Macedonian orders, but it is clear that the Greeks, while obeying Macedonia, do not mean that Macedonia is in control of Greece.

The Greeks did not contest these decrees, but they could not allow the so-called "referendum”, the so-called “democracy”, to be broken by Macedonia, so in the face of “freedom”, the relaxed and generous Alexander shrugged away from Greece.

And of course, instead of a lesser monarch, Greece, this thing is like a prick to believe in pulling it out, like Greece, which was ruled by Spartans.

So once Macedonia has armor, the voices are boiling, and the horses are hissing, then Joan doesn't hesitate to turn around and go.

There is no way out of heaven. Why hang yourself from a tree?

Faced with Joan's post, Alexander Haha laughed and rushed out barefoot.

Alexander's two meters and four heads are very oppressive —— he's almost as tall as a war horse on his own, not to mention his gigantic and cuddly body, just like a bear, no, not just a bear, but also like a bull. Each step of him carries a huge and cuddly momentum, and when he sees him, the knights take a step backwards, well, even when warhorses of warcraft descent face an oppressive emperor, they take a slight fear.

“Ha ha, welcome our hero!” Alexander was barefoot, but neither he nor anyone else felt there was anything wrong with him walking barefoot on the ground, which was actually a strange thing, and it would be disgusting to see an ordinary man walking on the mud, looking at his dirty feet.

But Alexander's feet had long been a mess, but the bright, bright, bright momentum of his life completely prevented him from despising his thoughts. Alexander acted as if he had walked without his shoes from the beginning. It was strange, but not abrupt.

That's Alexander's charm.

“Walk, walk, let's go inside and talk about how the hell you're playing that Gilgamesh kid.” Alexander Haha smiled at Joan and said to them that he was not surprised at all by the status of Joan's female general, but rather gave a feeling that it was true.

After all, even Kerall's man, Jay, was driven by the will of Celtic women. Camelot's king was a woman, and what surprised a woman general in the district?

The only thing that surprised Alexander was the doll's age and her brilliance.

Being the head of an army at the age of 20 alone, allowing Kerall to reassure her that Camelot's elite knights were being taught, was a skill in itself, and her brilliant track record was a disgrace to the 20-year-old young man of the entire continent.

Thousands of people's raids have been a fantastic battle, and the whole Uma has been stirred up by JOAN's blow into a mess, and even prettier is a classic raid battle that is very clean and slow to react with Uruk.

JOAN taught all the generals of the continent a vivid lesson in assault.

JOAN, who burned the capital of another country, was instantly famous.

So Alexander is really interested in this woman general.

He walked towards Joan.

JOAN hesitated for a moment or came down from the horse. Alexander seemed like a huge guy. Since he could reassure Keiral to come to Macedonia as a prince of a country, he must be able to trust him, too?

JOAN's actions were like signals, and the knights at Camelot's round table brushed a unified disembarkation and the coordination of Macedonian generals jumped, with many soldiers pulling out their swords.

Just looking at the round table knights' long dragon guns and the shimmering fine iron sword, the Macedonian army with the bronze sword stuck its own bronze sword back into the sheath in shame.

It's not just a weapons fight, it's a fight between the Macedonian military and the round-table knights. The round-table knights, although wolfish, mostly dirty, dirty, have never bathed in more than a dozen days. Even though the white species as pure as white have become a bunch of people with black linen, they still hold their backs and stand tall, holding a long gun in their hand and holding the handle of a long sword in their hand, while dragging the rope of a horse of war.

This elite group of round table knights can be compared not by ordinary Macedonian fighters in the district.

Slightly frowned and then let go of his eyebrows. Although Alexander didn't think it was a humiliating thing, it wasn't an interesting thing, but the fighting power on both sides was not equal at all, so forget it.

Alexander laughed and welcomed Joan into the tent.

JOAN paid close attention to Alexander's expression and posture from the start, and looking at the look on his face, JOAN knew that this Alexander might really be a bright and bright guy.

Faced with a neat army formation, that is the contrast between the two countries' strengths, but Alexander let go of this crude end of the branch, and it can be seen that Alexander's breadth of heart is by no means comparable to that of an ordinary king.

JOAN's nervousness subsided for a moment.

“Can you give us some food?” After Joan sat down, looking at the two people who followed him in, he asked Alexander.

“Sure.” Alexander Howdy waved: “Go kill ten sheep and make Camelot's warriors happy. ”

At this time, the method of castration of pigs invented by Kerall did not spread to Macedonia, so the pigs on the Macedonian side carry a smell that smells worse than the smell of sheep, and no more spices can be removed, so almost all meat, except the people at the bottom who can't really eat meat, comes from chicken duck fish and sheep.

So when Alexander first opened his mouth to ten sheep, it was really very auspicious.

Of course, it's really easy to get rid of the smell of molestation, just one knife under the crotch of a male pig that doesn't need to be planted, and now... eat lamb.

JOAN and Alexander sat face to face on a table called "The Case” in China, and here it was just a table.

Then there was the food, Cassandra and another round table knight sitting next to Joan, very calm and alert, both of whom were bodyguards and naturally could not relax.

“Ha ha, come on, tell me about your glorious battle results!” After three rounds of wine, Alexander finally couldn't stand it, beating his thigh laughing. (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.)