In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

Because the throne has been vacant for one year, without the king, many knights cannot handle political affairs, the whole of Britain has become a mess, there has been famine in many areas, and the lords of several areas have betrayed the morality of the knights, separated one side, and established themselves as king.

And now the royal family is short of money, food, and people, and there are many small countries abroad, as well as Roman, Irish and Germanic people.

In short, the current Britain is troubled by internal and external troubles.

If it weren't for the chaos in the Roman Empire, I'm afraid Britain would have been devoured by half.

Thanks to a few more loyal noble lords in the Camelot Royal City, the operation of Britain was barely maintained.

King Arthur took a deep breath, rubbed his eyebrows, and nodded to a noble lord who had just reported his work: "Thank you for your hard work, I will solve it as soon as possible."

King Arthur pondered for a while: "How much grain is there in the royal family's granary now?"

An official in charge of grain stood up and said, "There are not many left, Your Majesty."

King Arthur sighed and thought about it carefully: "Which one is the diplomat?"

"Your Majesty." A nobleman with white hair and beard stood up.

"Tell me, what are the small nations that plundered the borders during Britain's weakness?" King Arthur's young voice was full of exasperation.

"Wang, do you think so?" The diplomat looked at the young man who had just ascended the throne in surprise.

For a while, there was a commotion in the royal court.

"Silence!" King Arthur snorted coldly, "I know there are voices against you, but war is our only means now."

What should I do if I am short of money and food?Then go grab it!

Moreover, this is not a simple war, but also a revenge of Britain. These small countries have invaded the borders of Britain, so they must be prepared to bear the wrath of a lion.

"King Anno." King Arthur whispered.

"King." Anno walked out from among the noble officials and looked up at his king.

"Try to gather all the forces that can fight." King Arthur's voice was powerful. "My anger needs to be vented. These countries that violate the dignity of Britain are the best choice."

"Understood, King." Annuo nodded, a hint of relief appeared on his tough face, and walked out of the Camelot Royal Court with the King's oracle.

He found his deputy head.

"Lan Malok, how many people of the original British Chalk Knights are still in Camelot." Anno's momentum has regained his vitality. Now he is no longer the gentle and patient elder and teacher, but the British The sharpest long sword.

===Chapter 41 Broken Chalk===

"Captain Anno, what do you mean!" Lan Malok's eyes lit up.

Anno nodded: "The war is estimated to be restarted, and we must prepare as soon as possible."

"Yes, I understand." Halfway through, Lan Malok's eyes dimmed slightly, "There are not many knights in Camerone now, and more than half of them have left. As for the rest."

"Huh?" An Nuo frowned slightly, "Just say it directly, don't hesitate."

"I see. The rest are basically the victims of Camelot's internal struggle." Lan Malok's face was gloomy, and his voice was a little choked.

Anno was silent, the veins on his wrist showed.

"Didn't I warn you!" Anno suppressed his grief and anger, and these potential young people became political victims or something. "Don't participate in the struggle for aristocratic rights within Camelot!"

"Swords are used to kill people on the battlefield, but Camelot is more cruel than the battlefield and sharper than the sword!"

"I know!" Lan Malok was a little excited. "But Captain Anno, didn't you go to find that King Arthur because of the so-called struggle that you threw us in Camelot!"

"We all understand the dangers of Camelot, but if you're not here, how can we prevent the infiltration of those filthy nobles?"

Anno froze in place, his arms trembling slightly.

Thinking of Arthur's stubborn and young face, and of the knights he had cultivated.

Take a long sigh.

"So, who didn't leave, didn't die, and how many are there?" Anno asked with difficulty.

He didn't understand whether it was right or wrong for him to leave Camelot to find and train Arthur, but he knew in his heart that this was already arranged, part of King Uther's plan, and he was willing to be fooled, That's all.

These young and brave knights did not die on the battlefield, but because of the infiltration of nobles and their own negligence, they died in this prosperous Camelot.

"I'm one, along with Bindu De Leon and Tamash Lyle for a total of 11 and that's all that's left"

More than 70 people left, and more than 20 people died. Of the more than 12 British Chalk Knights, there are only [-] people left including the leader Annuo.

Anno opened his mouth and looked at Lan Malok in front of him, thinking of the royal court that no one dared to touch when he first returned to Camelot.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ranmarlock"

"Letting them die in Camelot will be the biggest stain in my life, and I have an unshirkable responsibility for their deaths."

"Captain Anno" Lan Malok didn't quite understand what Anno wanted to say.

"I will bear this sin calmly." Anno will not regret it, but he will grieve for these young people, and he will also feel guilty.

"But I will also take back the glory they lost in Camelot." Anno didn't cry, he just regained his mood. Britain has no time to grieve now.

"Deputy Commander Lan Malok!"

"Ah, here!"

"Assemble all the remaining members of the British Cretaceous Knights and prepare to set off!" Anno raised his head, black hair covering his eyes.

"The king's anger needs to be vented, and so does my anger." Anno's teeth clenched, "Corrupted Camelot, when he returns in triumph, I will take care of it myself."

Lan Malok is also a strong fighting spirit: "Follow the order!"

Oh, the dirty tricks of adults

===Chapter 42 The Round Table Fades In===

If you want to go on an expedition, you need a good lord and a knight to follow.

Anno's most serious problem now is that he has no soldiers.

The original British Cretaceous Knights followed the line of elite soldiers. Although there were only more than [-] people, their combat effectiveness was outrageous.

Now that there are no knights of the British Cretaceous Knights with outstanding personal strength, Anno has only a few days left to go to the surrounding villages to recruit troops, so he can only find a way from Cameron.

Palace servants, city wall guards, noble private soldiers, as long as they have combat effectiveness in King Camelot, most of them were conscripted by Annuo, barely forming a small team of 500 people.

"What, the strength of these people." Kai felt a little bored. Most of these urgently recruited knights were mediocre. In the temporary cramming-style single combat practice, Kai only used two swords to knock a knight over. land.

"There is no benefit in fighting these knights, Kaiqing, why don't we give it a try." Lancelot also felt bored, these knights just came to make up the number.

"Hooho, it seems that you are very confident in yourself, Lancelot." Kai's eyes narrowed, the long sword in his hand turned, and fighting intent emerged from his body.

"Now you and I are both servants of the king, Mr. Kai, you should call me Mr. Lancelot." Lancelot said sternly, "Since you are older than me, I am disrespectful!"

The long swords of both sides collided quickly, knocking out Mars.

Anno watched all this not far away. The small team of several hundred people gathered at a school ground to do simple training and distribute equipment by the way.

There are several people in this group that Anno is more concerned about.

One was a young knight with a stiff expression, the other was a one-armed court attendant, and the other was the guard I saw at the city gate that day.

The sword fighting strength of these three people is far superior to that of their colleagues, which has attracted Anno's attention.

The boy with a stiff expression was named Agkiwen, the one-armed court servant was named Bedivere, and the guard at the city gate was named Bos.

"Lord Lanmalock." Anno called to Lanmalock, who was distributing the equipment. "These three people, please let Bindu and them try their strongest sword fighting strength."

"I understand these three people." Lan Malok nodded, indicating that he understood.

Age Gaiwen is sorting out the equipment that was just given to him, a knight's broad-blade sword, a full set of armor, that's all.

Horses and lances are still being dispatched urgently and cannot be issued for the time being.

At this moment, a knight came to him.

"Age Gaiwen, right." The visitor's expression was calm, and unlike many knights assembled, this knight had his own silver cloak.

Former member of the Knights of the British Chalk.

Aggi nodded expressionlessly: "It's me."

"Lord Anno, the lord of the Knights, ordered me to be your training object. Let me briefly introduce myself. My name is Bindu." The knight was not arrogant, but said it peacefully.

Age Gaiwen was stunned: "I understand."

After speaking, he took out the knight's long sword from his equipment and stood opposite Bindu.

Along with him were the one-armed knights Bedivere and Bowes.

At the end of the sword battle, although none of the three of them were able to take advantage of the knights of the original chalk knights, they had already given Anno a great surprise.

===Chapter 43 Smite Evil and Bloody Chalk Sword===

The young King Arthur's decision this time, although wise, is full of radical style.

Young people, it is inevitable to be crazy.

Anno is not surprised by this, after all, King Arthur is also half of his student, although the relationship between the two has now become a relationship between a monarch and a minister.

Although war will kill people, it will consume more food and grass, and it will bring heavier tax burdens to the people, but this is the best choice for Britain at present. King Arthur is betting on the future of Britain, betting that Annuo can lead The knights of 500 and less than [-] infantry subdued and killed the small surrounding countries and the rebels who made themselves kings.

Anno knew how heavy his burden was.

Of the 500 knights, only a dozen or so are really skilled in martial arts, and the others are just better than the infantry and only know a little bit of horsemanship.

After the horses were distributed, Anuo organized the patchwork knights to carry out several charge drills, and set off with the army of 500 people.

He knew in his heart that if fighting on a frontal battlefield, the Knights might not be as effective as ordinary infantry except for the first wave of charges.

The time is too short, the equipment is average, and the running-in and tacit understanding are messed up.

At a critical time, perhaps the personal strength of a few knights in the team is more important than the charge.

Anno rode on the horse, looked at the small number of people behind him, and sighed, which seemed to be a bit loose and disordered.