My Heroic Life

"Camello has strong defenses, and the strength of the underdog has not yet been determined."

"Does Morgan have such strength."

"Is Lan Qing all right? It's been almost three days, right?"

The last sentence made Altria's brow twitch, and she tried her best to control it to maintain a calm face.

"As for Lan Qing, I don't think you have to worry."

Merlin spoke indifferently. He glanced lightly at Altria on the throne, and calmly said to the knights: "I'm sure, at least he won't lose."

"Is that so? Since Merlin said so..."

"Well, that guy should be fine."

Mordred thought of the long-haired youth who was radiant and calm, and couldn't help expressing his thoughts.

"Then there is only the simplest question left, how do we act." Gawain finished speaking, looking at Altria, who had never spoken on the throne.

"Wang, please give your order."

Altria thought for a long time, and finally made a decision.

"Take a break today and enter Camelot tomorrow morning. Before the follow-up troops arrive, at least the details of the enemy must be collected."

The king's order was given, and the knights leaned over and took their orders. After a long discussion, the knights of the round table filed out, performing their duties, and the huge camp slowly began to operate.

——

Steve and his companions were sitting together. Not only did they not chat as usual when they had just eaten, but they were all depressed and sad.

The reason comes from the speech of the Knight King Arthur Pendragon not long ago, which is not so much a speech as a description of the situation.

The central idea is that in order to prevent civilization from falling to save Britain, we must march to conquer Camelot and conquer the humble king who has been in Britain for decades.

The worst guesses in my mind turned into reality, and the joy of escaping from the dead and winning a big victory was also diluted a lot.

"If we lose, what will happen to Britain?"

"..."

"Don't say such unlucky things."

"Our family should be evacuated in the first batch, right?"

The depressed soldier whispered to himself, venting his concerns.

"Votigeng hasn't been attacked for decades, and even the first king was defeated by him. Can King Arthur do it?"

"We don't know the enemy's military strength yet."

"There is not enough intelligence, no one has been in the vicinity of Camelot for many years."

"This is the most in-depth one."

Steve drank the water and listened to the speeches of the veterans beside him, and suddenly said something thoughtlessly.

"I'm going to the battlefield."

The abrupt speech caused a moment of silence, and the tired veterans who had been fighting for many days looked at this young face.

"My mother, the people I like are behind us, I want to make a way for them."

He tightened the bottle cap and said, "If you kill Votigeng, everything will be solved."

"Haha, what did you guys say?"

The veterans were amused by Steve's speech, the laughter spread, and the gloomy atmosphere was swept away.

"Look at you just now, it's not as good as the recruits who just joined the army."

"Haha, he's right, isn't it the end of slaughtering Futigeng?"

"Where can I go? European Union? Let our family beg those French guys?"

"Fuck you French guy!"

The veterans laughed at each other. They looked at Steve, and their eyes seemed to be looking at a child who was growing up to take their place and defend the country.

That is the younger generation, the hope that is growing.

"Okay, kid, you are a good one."

The tall apostle patted Steve on the shoulder, turned his head and said to his companions around him: "Go on the battlefield and look after him."

"Relax, boss."

"Leave it to us."

The veterans responded, and they rushed to answer, promising to take care of this madman but strong-willed young man.

There is no other reason.

Because they believe that as long as these young people are still there, the days of Britain will still be long.

Chapter 90: The Mysterious Army (2/4)

The sun rises and Britain marches.

There are still five days before civilization falls.

The countdown to life and death urges everyone to speed up, and to their surprise, the journey can be said to be unimpeded.

In the depressing atmosphere, the soldiers laughed and laughed, and the physical strength far beyond the limit of humans allowed them to bear the rush of running.

After noon, the British Army had already approached the border of Camelot’s area. All of the army’s scouts sprang out for a while. The task of the ace scouts is arduous. They will rush to Camelot first and bring them to the follow-up troops. First-hand news.

It was still smooth sailing. The reconnaissance operation lasted only a few hours, and all the scouts from all walks of life returned without any reduction in personnel, but correspondingly, their leisure before leaving has disappeared, replaced by unconcealed panic.

"All monsters! All are!"

"There is a giant dragon in the sky! There are everything on the ground, Leopard Man, Black Armored Army, Graham Puppet, Double Horned Beast, Chimera!"

"They are too many to count."

Altria listened to the reports of various scouts with a gloomy face, the magical image unfolded, and she and the Knights of the Round Table looked at the trembling picture.

Under the faintly yellow sky, the huge body of the dragon species is like a floating island, and the sound of the dragon's roar spreads across the wilderness. They spread their wings to soar into the sky.