The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

"No way." Hector smiled bitterly. The brilliance in the eyes of this tough middle-aged man disappeared, and the few white hairs on his drooping head were particularly eye-catching. "Maybe Camelot's luck has come to an end."

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Chapter 44: It is better to abandon the city than to defend it

2023-07-29

The drizzle like a waterfall washed the city walls again and again, as if trying to wash away the atmosphere of the battlefield on the city. Perhaps it was because of the continuous sunny days in the past few days that the rain was much heavier than expected. Fortunately, the enemy did not attack the city today, which was rare, and the Bilu City was able to survive for a few more days.

But this heavy rain that indicated that "Camelot's fate is over" not only solved the enemy's water problem, but also caused water problems in the city - the inner city river enclosed by King Uther had already shown signs of overflowing, and even though Sir Ector had sent people to reinforce the height of the dam, everyone's heart was shattered when they saw the rising water level.

In addition, the fatigue accumulated from the days of fighting was revealed under the induction of heavy rain. Many soldiers had fallen ill and there were less than a thousand people in the city who were still able to fight. The 3,500 defenders had been reduced in number after only three days of attack and defense. The voices of anti-war and surrender were gradually gaining the upper hand.

This feeling of despair of having strength but nowhere to use it made Menechel irritated. He didn't know if he could use his entire body as fuel to lead a few hundred people to destroy an army of tens of thousands.

but--

This is ultimately wishful thinking.

Menechel laid on the table and closed his eyes. No matter how confident he was in his own abilities, he alone could not reverse the tilt of the overall situation. This undue heavy rain seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back for Camelot.

There was a knock on the door, and Menechel immediately stood up from the table. His right hand slid down and quietly reached for the hilt of the greatsword beside him.

"come in."

Menechel's voice was indifferent. His eyes turned casually to the door. The door was pushed open, and Aguguiwen's figure walked in.

"Lord Menechel."

"You?" Menichel was stunned. He recalled the burning gaze that Aguwen had given him before, and his hand holding the sword tightened involuntarily: "What do you want?"

"I have an idea. Perhaps, I can turn the tide. Sir Ector may not agree, so I came to you."

Agguiwen lowered his eyes and kept a safe distance from Menechel. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the greatsword placed at Menechel's feet. The commander seemed to lack a sense of security. But Agguiwen didn't care about it. He only knew that Menechel seemed to be a platform for him to display his talents.

"Go ahead." As expected by Aguguiwen, upon hearing this premise, Minashel immediately stopped what he was doing and pretended to listen attentively.

"Defending the city is a dead end. The only way to survive is to decisively abandon the city while the enemy is not attacking."

"Is that so." Menechel exerted force on his wrist and was about to raise the Dragon Sword to cut the coward who instigated him to escape in half, but he remembered that the coward in front of him was recommended by Altria, so his sword-swinging movement paused and he reluctantly put down the hilt.

"Agaguiwen, there is no other fortress that can be called a strong city after the city of Billu." Menechel narrowed his eyes, with a hint of warning in his tone: "For Camelot, everyone must give in, including me."

"Lord Menechel, I am not trying to persuade you to desert. I am trying to lure the enemy into the city of Bilú."

An ambush? Using the advantage of knowing the city environment well to launch street fighting in the city? These are meaningless in such a huge disparity in military strength.

But Menachel still managed to listen to Agraguiwen's advice with patience. But as Agraguiwen made his purpose clear, Menachel's expression gradually became strange.

Indeed, if he were a normal knight, he would be bound by benevolence and righteousness and would have some concerns about this, but Menechel was different. He was not normal. Although there were risks, as Aggruwen said, continuing to hold on would only lead to death.

Maybe we can really turn defeat into victory.

"I understand. You may leave first. I will talk to Sir Ector later."

Menechel nodded to indicate that he agreed and took on the task of persuading Sir Ector.

But if our entire side suddenly evacuates, will it not arouse the enemy's vigilance and make them afraid to enter the city?

Thinking of this, Minachell closed his eyes again to rest, but at this time there was another knock on the door. Minachell, whose rest was interrupted twice in a row, felt impatient and said in a stiff tone, "Come in."

Outside the door was a strange knight. As soon as he came in, he bowed to Menechel and said, "Lord Menechel, Lord Ector invites you to come over."

From the wet marks on the opponent's body, it can be seen that he was in a hurry and didn't even wear rain gear. Could it be that the enemy is coming to attack the city again?

Thinking of this, Menechel walked straight out the door without hesitation, and without the need for the messenger knight to lead the way, he ran towards the main palace.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a familiar figure whose name he could not remember. Minachell was startled, and an inexplicable sense of déjà vu came over him.

"Sir Menechel, this is the messenger knight under the command of Knight Lanmarok." Sir Ector spoke first and stopped Menechel from being on high alert.

Upon hearing this, Menechel loosened his hand that was reaching for the greatsword. No wonder the man looked so familiar; it turned out to be a knight under his command.

"That guy Lanmarok is finally here?"

Looking at the messenger knight who was in a rather embarrassed state, Menachel's tone was teasing, but the messenger knight's face was filled with sorrow in response.

"What happened to Lanmarok?"

"Lanmarok is fine." The messenger knight knew what he should say most at this moment, so he went straight to the point without any more nonsense and explained the brilliant record of the team led by Lanmarok in recent days.

The Lanmaroc Knights, who arrived a few days earlier than Menechel, faced the same problem as Menechel. They did not have the courage to raid the camp but chose a more courageous approach - using the excellent mobility of all the cavalry to cut off the rebels' food supply.

Although they successfully destroyed the enemy's supply line, only a dozen of the two hundred cavalrymen were left, and Lanmarok was seriously injured. Although he easily bypassed the enemy camp and entered the city of Biloo with his reduced numbers, Lanmarok, who had wanted to return to the city of Biloo to rest, never expected that the city of Biloo was about to be breached.

"The rebels who have lost their supplies and have no food left will desperately attack the city to seize the food and grass in the city. The food and grass in Biluo City is enough for them to attack or defend." Hector said in a deep voice: "So I plan to burn the food first and then abandon the city. Even if they capture Biluo City, they will have to retreat due to lack of food."

This is a rather conservative method, and the soldiers and civilians in Biluo City, who are also out of food, will also suffer heavy casualties, and not a single one may survive.

"Sir Menechel, what do you think?" Hector finally asked for his opinion. Although he had always been in charge of the city's defense because of his seniority, Hector did not forget that King Arthur appointed Menechel as the commander-in-chief.

"Me?" Menicher showed a long-lost wild smile at this time: "I plan to wipe out this coalition of 10,000 people."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 45: Watering and killing people

2023-07-29

"Assholes! Assholes! A bunch of idiots!"

Izkaga pounded the table with his fists. His hair was already stiff, but now it stood up in anger, making the tall Izkaga look like an angry lion.

When he learned that his food supply had been cut off, Izkaga's rage was second only to the last time his camp was robbed. He grabbed the collar of the soldier who came to report the news and lifted him up: "Where are the people who robbed the food? Are all of them alive?"

Threatened by Izkaga's momentum, the soldiers dared not say that only a few people escaped, so they could only bite the bullet and say, "All of them are dead."

Anyway, in his opinion, there was no way those injured knights could survive in such heavy rain.

"Is that Ezequiel guy coming back? He has been demoted and is now your apprentice knight." A fierce light flashed in Izcarga's eyes. If the knight Ezequiel who was carrying out this order was not the son of his cousin, Izcarga would definitely choose to kill him to vent his anger.

"Stop the news. No, detain everyone who knows about this except me." Taking a deep breath, Izkaga managed to calm his desire to kill. He looked at the guards beside him and said in a tough tone, "Send me more people to keep a close eye on the movements of Bilu City... Don't let them do anything to rob the camp again."

After saying this, Izkaga collapsed on the chair as if he had lost all his strength. He couldn't imagine the scene of a 10,000-man army starting a riot. The failure to capture the city of Biloo and the troubles over the past few days had already brought the morale of the Northern Army to its lowest point in history. Fortunately, this timely relief gave Izkaga some hope.

At this moment, it is a test of the army's will.

Fortunately, that night Izkaga received a piece of news that made him breathe a sigh of relief - the gates of the city of Bilú were wide open, there were no fires or patrolling soldiers on the city walls, and the guards inside seemed to have all evacuated.

Upon hearing this, Izkaga immediately put on armor and led a thousand cavalrymen into the city.

The empty and dilapidated streets showed that there were no traces of human activities here. After confirming that it was not an ambush, Izkaga did not act rashly. He waited until all the northern troops were stationed in Biloo City and took over the patrol in the city before he hurried to the granary in Biloo City with several knights.

Although Izkaga did not have any hope for this, if he put himself in Ector's shoes, he thought that if he were in Ector's position, he would definitely destroy all the food and grass before evacuating even in the heavy rain.

But what if?

With a last glimmer of hope, Izkaga pushed open the door of the granary, and saw the well-preserved grains and grasses piled together. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but laugh at Ector's uselessness.

"Count the food supplies."

Izkaga suppressed his smile and assigned a personal soldier to do his job. It must be because they evacuated in such a hurry that they even forgot to destroy the food. These sufficient emergency food were enough to support Izkaga's ambition to continue the attack.

Izkaga was intoxicated by his sudden victory. He could even hear the joy surging in his chest like waves.

Seems so close.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the voice became more and more real. A bad premonition came to Izkaga's heart, and at this moment the door of the granary was roughly pushed open, and a knight covered in wet rolled into the granary.

Izkaga recognized the other man, the knight he had sent to patrol the city of Biloo. At this moment, the other man looked as if he had just been fished out of the Salt Lake (a place name in northern Britain).

"Sir, the dam has burst... the dam at Bilu City has burst!"

There seemed to be a sound of something breaking, followed by a majestic sound roaring from the center of the city to the entire Bilū City.

……

Seen from the high ground, the city of Biloo looks like a prison gate built in a basin, locking the entire Badlin Plain under the high ground.

Facing the steady rain, Menachel could easily see the scene in the city of Bilú. The temporary dam that was expanded overnight finally collapsed under the heavy rain. These dams that Ector had instructed to deliberately cut corners were of course the result of Agguiwen's plan.

Taking advantage of the spring flood, they built dams to store water and built ponds. Then, taking advantage of the enemy's eagerness to capture the city, they pretended to abandon the city and immediately diverted water for irrigation. In order to delay the enemy, Aguiwen even deliberately abandoned food and fodder - even if the rebel commander chose to retreat for the sake of safety, he would definitely choose to transport the food and fodder away, thus buying enough time for the city of Bilu to be flooded.

Such people are the most terrifying.

Menashel glanced at Aguiwen, who looked calm on the side, and was glad that this kind of person was a companion who did not need to be killed.

"Sir Aguguiwen, thanks to you this time." Menechel imagined that if he encountered such a situation, he would definitely fall into the trap set by Aguguiwen. Although he would not die, few of the knights under his command would survive.

"I didn't expect Sir Ector to be so efficient. He evacuated everyone in the city in just two hours."

"In fact, there are not many people in the city." Hector, who was also admiring the water, spoke up at this time: "There are not many people in the city."

As a fortress city, the residents of Biluo can serve as soldiers at any time. There are less than a thousand guards left, which actually means that there are almost the same number of townspeople in Biluo.

"It's already very good to be able to exchange three thousand people for the deaths of ten thousand rebels." Hector finally forced a smile. The war was won, and Hector felt deeply tired.

This was probably his last fight for Camelot.

As Hector was thinking this, he heard Aguguiwen's untimely questioning voice: "No, it's not over yet."

Perhaps the precipitation will eventually come to an end, and this rare heavy rain that lasted for nearly two days finally showed a trend of decreasing.

"There are many high platforms in the city of Biloo. It is difficult to wipe out the rebels with only the temporarily accumulated water. After the water recedes, which will take about an hour, we need Lord Menachel to lead the troops to counterattack and enter the city while the rebels are still unstable."

In order to drain the water, the rebels would certainly open the front and back gates, so Menechel would not have to worry about siege.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to gather enough manpower by then." Hector frowned when he heard this and said with some embarrassment.

Although he was surprised by Aguiwen's strategy, such an idealistic plan was difficult to implement - letting the tired defenders of Biloo City wait for an hour in the heavy rain without any shelter, by then it would be difficult for anyone to even run.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Menachel raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and clenched it, his tone full of confidence. Unfortunately, he, Menachel, was the ideal person.

Can I ask for a monthly ticket?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 46: First Experience with an Evil Ghost (Additional chapter for the passing Lake Knight)

2023-07-29

Baiderin Plain was originally a great place for sightseeing, but at this time the originally clear river water was now stained with blood, corpses were piled up in disorder, black and red were intertwined with the setting sun, illuminating the undried bloody sewage.

This place has become a battlefield where knights and knight orders wrestle and fight.

Ezequiel Cirigliano was gasping for air. He had just been through a massacre.

That could not be called a battle at all. They clearly had the advantage in terms of numbers of knights and tactics, but the monsters from Britain forcibly tore a gap in their ranks. Even though the knights suffered some losses due to the sudden flood, so many people could not even injure the other side.

I thought that the two thousand people escorting food and grass being intercepted and the ten thousand people attacking the city of Bilù being flooded was horrible enough, but this was just the beginning of the nightmare. When the water level decreased a little, a knight in red and white heavy armor was seen. The knight who suddenly appeared started the massacre as soon as he landed.

Even though the other person was wearing a head armor and he couldn't hear anything except his companions' screams, Ezequiel had the feeling that the guy was definitely laughing.

Madman, absolutely madman!

From noon to dusk, no matter how many people surrounded him, they could not stop the demon from swinging his sword. Most knights could not even break through his armor. Captain Izkaga's spear pierced through the armor, but the wound healed quickly and wiped out everyone's hope.

【Dispersed evacuation】

After a futile resistance, the surviving knight commander issued this order - but this was clearly an escape. Ezequiel swallowed his saliva. Even as an apprentice knight, he felt ashamed of this, not to mention those real knights.

As Ezequiel thought about this, he quickly took off his knight's soft armor. Wearing these things would only slow down his escape speed.

He didn't dare to look back, and ran in the general direction of the north, fearing that he would see the figure of the evil ghost that seemed to be asking for his life. But Ezequiel had to stop. The potholes and puddles made Ezequiel's steps slip. His body fell forward like a bad horse, and he crawled on the grass in a very indecent posture, breathing heavily.

His heart was beating violently, but he couldn't help laughing. This violent heartbeat was the proof that he was alive.

"Hey, Ezequiel. Get up and get ready to fight!"

This was the voice of Captain Izcarga. For a moment, Ezequiel thought he was hallucinating because he had obeyed the order and evacuated, and Izcarga should have evacuated in another direction.

Ezequiel looked up and saw Izcarga rushing towards him in panic. This middle-aged man, who usually had a serious face, had no time to maintain his mustache. He shouted to Ezequiel to come over and help.

Ezequiel hesitated. He was knighted because of his connections with Izcarga, so theoretically he shouldn't refuse some small favors.

"There's actually another one."

Ezequiel's pupils shrank. He had not said anything just now, and it was obvious that Izcarga did not have the leisure to say such words. Fear surrounded Ezequiel like a tide, and his body began to go limp.