shadow of britain

Chapter 21 The Knight's Charge

Footsteps gradually approached.

From a faint rustle to a loud stomp.

Suddenly the footsteps stopped, and the sound of the back of the head hitting the wall also stopped at the same moment.

Willox twisted his neck, his cold voice cut through the silence of the alley.

"You finally came."

With a force behind his back, he stood up from the wall.

Those vicious eyes immediately fell on the police officer's knife in Arthur's left hand.

"Oh, I knew it. Dennis, that trash, that coward can't do anything well."

Arthur spoke lightly, his voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Dennis is not a coward, he just had no choice."

Willox spat on the ground: "It's an act of cowardice to put yourself in a situation where you have no choice.

He can obviously challenge me like you, but he doesn't have the guts, he deserves it!
Even if Tom and Tony, both doormats, have something to do, he doesn't.

Although those two idiots came to me only to be beaten and internally investigated, but at least they both know how to resist.

But what about Dennis?He will only betray others. What is this kind of person if he is not a coward?
After the matter between us is settled, I will have a good talk with him. "

The corners of Willox's mouth gradually rose: "Arthur, you know, I will definitely have a good talk with him."

Arthur's mood is very calm now, so calm that he can't believe it. He just took out the poker used for playing cards yesterday from his trouser pocket, and carefully selected his favorite suit and hand from it.

Seeing this, Willox laughed even more wildly.

"Arthur, what are you doing? You plan to play two games with me before you die?"

Arthur drew four cards from the playing cards, held them between his fingertips and flew into the puddle in front of Willox.

"Choose a way to die that you like."

Willox looked down, and there were four J's with figures floating on the dirty water.

In English, there are many words beginning with J.

For example, Junior represents junior and lower-status people, and also represents the impulsiveness of young people.

For example, Just represents an upright and just person.

For example, Justice represents fairness and justice.

Another example is Judge, which symbolizes the final judgment and ruling.

Arthur unfastened his glove and threw it on the ground in front of Willox.

"You shouldn't have come looking for me. Can't your underdeveloped brain remember that I'm the only policeman in Scotland Yard who dares to patrol the East End alone in the middle of the night?"

Willox stared at the four playing cards in the puddle, the scar on his neck twitching ferociously.

"Arthur, how about giving me extra lessons today? I'm not a good student, but I'm always willing to ask. Why do you have to choose one of the four? Why don't you just tell me about all the poker portraits ,how?"

Arthur said lightly: "Your idea is very bold, but I accept your proposal."

Willox slowly drew out the saber at his waist, the cold light was cold, and the sharp blade made his face even more frightening.

Arthur glanced at his saber and commented: "It's a good knife, have you seen blood?"

"of course."

"At Waterloo?"

"More than that." Willox said with a grin: "There is also St. Peter's Square in 1819."

Arthur's heart sank suddenly: "Wilox, you are indeed a bastard."

Willox laughed wildly and said: "I remember this sentence, it was said by Arthur Hastings. I will never forget it in my life!"

He kicked his toes and rushed towards Arthur, and the first knife was aimed at Arthur's vitals, and he wanted to stab the opponent's heart to death.

The figure of Agares appeared in the alley, he was riding on the wall and shouting excitedly to cheer for Arthur.

"Arthur, my legendary master of swordsmanship! Show him all your skills, and don't forget how I trained you!"

Regarding Willox's offensive, Arthur didn't even draw his sword. He flew up and kicked the opponent's stomach, kicking him directly to the wall two meters away.

He pierced the square J in the puddle with the tip of the police knife, and then pointed the painted side of it at the fallen Willox.

"Today's first lesson, the Jack of Diamonds, the son of King Priam, the brother of Paris, the legendary warrior who died at the hands of Achilles, the iron wall of Troy - Hector!
In an inevitable war, Achilles fights for honor, Paris fights for women, Agamemnon fights for profit, and only Hector fights for his country, his people! "

Willox clutched his abdomen, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, he felt as if his ribs had been broken by the heavy blow just now.

"Arthur, you have a hand! Boy!"

Willox endured the pain and stood up. He swung his saber and slashed at Arthur. This time, he planned to smash Arthur's cap.

This time Arthur drew his sword. He swung his sword across his head, not only received Willox's attack, but also hit Willox's cheek hard with his elbow.

Nosebleeds gushed out instantly, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off.

Arthur tapped his toe on the water, picked up the next card, and clamped it with his free left hand.

"Second lesson, Plum Blossom J, the abandoned son of King Ban and Queen Elaine, raised by a water nymph, close comrade of King Arthur, legendary dragon slayer, knight of the lake from England—Lancelot!
Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, compassion, spirit, honesty, justice, he is the best embodiment of chivalry! "

Willox had a nosebleed, and the bridge of his nose was crooked. The severe pain and humiliation made him almost lose his mind.

"Arthur, you fucking!"

He swung his saber, but his footwork was messed up, and this attack was not even as threatening as the previous two attacks.

Arthur just turned sideways briskly, so he dodged the knife, and then appeared like a bee sting, piercing Willox's left arm instantly.

Arthur leaned over and picked up the playing card that Willox had stepped on, and showed it in front of the opponent.

"Lesson [-], Jack of Spades, son of King Geoffrey of Denmark, friend and foe of Charlemagne, winner of defeating the Umayyad dynasty, knight blessed by the six fairies, wielder of the holy sword Katina There is one, the Knight of Mercy from the Northland—Hoggle!

He died in the Pyrenees battle against the pagans, but every Dane believes that death is just a long sleep, and he still pays attention to everything in Denmark in the tomb.

As long as the moment comes when Denmark needs him, Hogger will not hesitate to break out of his sleep and swing his long sword again to defend his country and people! "

Willox was clutching his left arm, and his right arm holding the saber couldn't stop shaking. Blood flowed down the veins on his arm like a stream.

He swallowed and spit in embarrassment, he knew that he could no longer attack, and only defense was his last hope.

But Arthur obviously didn't care whether he was attacking or defending. He picked up the last card and swung his sword to stab Willox.

"The last lesson, the jack of hearts, the attendant of Charles VII, the follower of Joan of Arc, the invincible God of War, the commander of the Battle of Orleans, the glory of France, the irascible knight accompanied by the saint - La Haile!

Rahel said to the oppressors: what you want Rahel to do for you, you have to do for him.If you are Rachel, you are God!

Rachel said to Charles: There is no king as glorious as you, who will happily dedicate his country and people to his enemies!
His name is immortal because of the company of Joan of Arc, and his words will not die because of the decay of the bones, but will only last forever with the passage of time! "

There was only a jingle, and the saber fell to the ground.

Willox fell to his knees, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Arthur, you, you, you fucking..."

With a bang, Willox fell to the ground.

There was a line of blood at the corners of his two mouths, and on his chest, there was a bright red Jack of Hearts.

(End of this chapter)