Chapter 122: Making me a great achievement

ps: I'm sorry to update yesterday, the network is unstable... Your sister! It suddenly became Netcom! Damn, Netcom has always been very problematic. The landlord doesn't know! There is no one to find when the Internet is cut off!

ps1: I'm very sorry~ One picture on the sage is updated in advance~ There is another picture tomorrow~

Both sides put all their strength into play. Because the production staff is close to winter, there are almost no one, so in order to boost courage or momentum, almost all adult men in Scotland are already here.

In other words, this is also the greatest opportunity.

For everyone.

He was dressed in a simple manner, almost wearing linen, holding the only spear in his hand, but without any armor. Although he looked good, he looked malnourished and looked rebel.

At the center of the rebels is a girl with big braids.

Almost all the people here are strong men over 1.7 meters tall, with heavy armor, but they don’t have the resources to raise horses. They are almost all heavy infantrymen.

They learned the example of Roman heavy infantry in order to deal with light infantry. Of course, two very distinctive types of Rome: heavy infantry and spear-dropping soldiers were all trained for a long time and could not be completed in a short time. These heavy infantry holding sharp black big swords are obviously the elite troops with mud legs. Not many, only about 1,500 people, but they probably gathered all the iron tools here, right?

The unfamiliar iron smelting technique really made the heavy infantry wearing black iron armor and holding black big swords look like bumpy toads, but the wrought iron craftsmanship is not up to standard, resulting in the iron being uneven. Compared to them, they are lighter and heavier, right?

The blonde girl with big braids surrounded by all the elites was two or three points similar to Artoria, but her temperament was extraordinary and had a strange woman's charm.

She held a long sword in her hand and a fiery red flag with no words or images, but it reflected the hastyness of no background or the pattern on the time pattern.

"Joan of Arc, opposite, the army of the King of Scots has been gathered." A young man in a robe walked to Joan of Arc with his robe, and his love for Joan of Arc was clearly visible in his eyes.

"Yeah." Joan of Arc did not respond to his words, but nodded slightly and then looked at the King of Scotland. Her personal combat intuition was that she felt that this war was not that simple, but as for why she couldn't say one.

"Joan of Arc, what are you worried about?" asked the young man in blue hair softly.

"I don't know..." Joan of Arc felt a faint worry in his heart, but she didn't know where it came from, so she could only hold it in her heart.

"Relax." The blue-haired young man said with a smile: "After this battle is over, we will win."

"Yes." Joan of Arc relaxed his hand holding the flag slightly, and then clenched it tightly again: "As long as this battle..."

She did not doubt whether she could win or not. She just doubted whether she could save more Scottish people. Scotland was almost suffering enough! She just wanted the people to stand up, just wanted the people to get rid of their suffering.

As for the so-called ascending the throne like that King Arthur, she never thought about it.

When she said King Arthur, she was angry. The woman actually transferred domestic conflicts for the sake of her stability and meritorious service, and added domestic disasters to the innocent Scottish people.

She gritted her teeth when she thought of this, but she didn't know that if Keral heard her voice, she would applaud. There were not many people in this world who had such political wisdom except for a few kings! The King of Scots did not see his political intentions, but instead walked into Keral's trap step by step.

Of course, it is impossible for the other party to persuade Joan of Arc and others to persuade them, because Keral will issue an order to the rangers: create rumors and put Scotland into chaos, and the intelligence workers under Keral will also cooperate. As a confrontation between the two countries, Scotland's so-called intelligence work is just a child who is a dentist, and it is impossible to be with Keral, a rival who has been trained for ten years. Keral has poured countless efforts into intelligence agencies.

Where can Scotland compete with Camelo when the two countries are at war, and even know the situation in Camelo?

Just by looking at Keral's understanding of the domestic situation in Scotland, you will know how much preparations Keral made for this war. What about Scotland?

The troops are at the city!

Only if you don’t lose will you be a ghost!

God rewards hard work! God rewards hard work!

And on the other side, the King of Scots camp.

The King of Scotland was forty-six. Although he was not a talented monarch, he had no serious bad deeds and had always worked diligently in the first position.

The only thing that doesn't work is luck, right?

Foreign met Kelar, who was eager to unify the British Isles, and Joan of Arc, who was overwhelmed with a great war talent, now he was a sign of his destruction. His hair was originally the Mediterranean Sea and turned into an old middle-aged bald head.

He is calm now. His ten years of career as a king have long made him unlucky and unlucky, and his scheming has become very profound.

His face was a little gloomy under the sun. He was different from those mud legs. He knew deeply that King Camelo was powerful. Whether it was King Yuser who made Camelo rich and powerful in the last session, or King Arthur who was aggressive (although she was a little girl movie), he deeply understood that these two Kings Camelo were not good.

They are all fucking fighting maniacs! Thinking of the one who almost broke through the entire front, it is said that it was the movie "Arthur" who charges on the front line, the King of Scotland became gloomy in the shrine.

He knew even more that the end was not the end after hitting this group of mud legs! There was also a Camelo who was eyeing him to fight.

Although Camelo temporarily stopped attacking due to civil strife of aristocrats (rumors and smoke bombs), who knows how long will Camelo be suppressed by the movie "The little girl who likes to kill"?

Maybe that little girl is on her way to Bradford now!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel anxious, but he still looked on his face and told his right prime minister - an old man with a pointed chin that could poke people to death: "Bell, let's start."

"As you wish, your Majesty." He bowed slightly, then walked down, but went to pass the order.

The King of Scots looked at the dark and uneasy enemy, but he showed a heartbroken look. It took more than twenty years to cultivate a knight, but it only takes twenty minutes to kill at least two hundred people after going to the battlefield, and the efficiency brought by it is absolutely different.

He was not afraid that his army would lose. He just felt heartbroken that these labor forces that should have been produced in the fields were now being killed by elite soldiers...

"Sure enough, should I learn from Camelo..." murmured, looking at the south, but envied Camelo for his ability to attack the nobles without hesitation and concentrate on the king.

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Chapter completed!