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

But asking these guards who were used to fighting on horseback and familiar with the structure of lances to fight against the foot knights who had come all the way to conquer was like hitting a rock with an egg. The narrow city walls and crowded guards actually provided considerable convenience for the enemy.

But even so, as long as they still had a soldier, they were not prepared to surrender - as for the enemy's threat to kill all resistance on the day the city was captured, the two rebel kings did not take it seriously. In the whole of Britain, no one dared to slaughter the royal family openly. Even when the seven kings rebelled and besieged Camelot, except for the King of the Hundred Knights who was hacked to death as a miscellaneous soldier on the battlefield, the other six kings not only returned most of their fiefdoms.

At this moment, a knight's panicked voice was heard outside the palace gate.

"Lord King Yalo, Lord King Biz, the refugees behind us are once again attacking the knights defending the city."

The two kings already knew about those refugees. They were ordinary farmers who originally lived in the villages around the Toruń Square City. Because of the temporary need for war preparation, all their food was confiscated, and they were forced to leave their homes and become refugees.

"These lowly beasts! They don't know how to consider the overall situation!" King Yaluo cursed, with a fierce and cold light flashing in his eyes: "Since they don't know how to appreciate my kindness, they will only die."

Hearing this, a struggle flashed in the eyes of the knight who came to report, but it soon disappeared. He was just about to respond and carry out the order to kill, but King Biz on the other side spoke first to stop his ally's impulsive behavior.

"Don't be impulsive, Yalo." King Biz showed a determined smile: "You should think about it, it's the same war, Camelot's army came from afar, the battle line was so long, but the military supply was still uninterrupted, why is that?"

"It's all because of those stupid people and animals! They actually provided assistance to the enemy!" King Yaluo's voice was angry and his tone was full of venom: "When I regain the lost land, I will definitely execute all these fools!"

He cursed them in his heart as fools, but King Biz still had a smile on his face: "It is because of our excessive oppression that these fools think that the remnants of Camelot are here to save them."

"So you plan to let those fools enter the city? Food in the city is already a bit tight."

"On the contrary, I plan to send people to drive the refugees to the camp in Camelot."

"You mean..." King Yaluo said, his eyes gradually brightened. He was able to share the vast territory of the North with the other three kings. Although King Yaluo was cruel and impulsive, he was not stupid. After King Kaz's reminder, he gradually understood.

——This is a conspiracy.

A conspiracy that could change the course of the war!

……

"Menicher, I'm not saying that if you don't rest, you will definitely die. I'm not exaggerating."

"Stop." Menichel made a silent gesture to Kai. Because of the excessive use of magic in the siege today, Menichel's movements became weak at this time: "The last Kai who advised me to rest was killed by me - beheaded."

"Hey, hey! Explain it to me clearly, that person is a fake! Don't say such scary things." Kai calmed down and finally couldn't help but let go: "You should take a rest first. You don't have to work so hard."

Ever since Menechel discovered his advantages in team battles and siege warfare, he has been going further and further down the path of self-destruction. Although Menechel has repeatedly explained that his body can heal itself, Kai is still uneasy about the method of extracting magic power by constricting the body.

I have to find a time to talk to Artoria. Maybe she is the only one who can persuade Menechel.

Minachell glanced at Kai, who suddenly became serious, and knew what he was planning. He deliberately said, "I know, Kai. I will rest tonight. You can ask Lanmarok to take over my shift."

"Don't try, Lanmarok isn't here at all!"

"I forgot to leave Lanmarok in Lihe City."

"I've already told you that Lanmarok is staying in Camelot to recover from his injuries." Kai pulled off Menechelle's shoulder armor, but found that he couldn't lift the weight of both him and the armor. Kai had no choice but to stand up by himself: "I'm the real deal."

"I know, I know."

At this time, the central army tent was opened. Menechel, who was leaning against the table, straightened his back immediately. He glanced at the knight who came in and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Seeing Menichel's expression changing at the speed of light, Kai wanted to retort, but based on their brotherly friendship and the fact that he couldn't beat Menichel, he endured it very rarely and just treated it as giving his brother face in front of his subordinates.

"Lord Menechel, Lord Kai. A large group of people are coming from the direction of Toren Square City."

"How many?" Menechel's tone remained calm, but his right hand, which had slipped off the table unknowingly, had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

"There are at least a hundred of them." As if comforted by Menechel's calmness, the knight's tone gradually became steady: "They moved slowly, without any hidden moves. We didn't shoot because we were worried that they might surrender."

"I'll go and see..."

Before Menachere could finish his words, Kai reached out to stop him. Kai looked at Menachere and said, "You take a rest first. I'll go take a look."

Menichel hesitated for a moment, but thought that more than a hundred people would not pose much of a threat, so he agreed.

Kai and the Herald Knight left the tent together, leaving Menechel to review today's battle. Having personally experienced Aggruwen's wisdom, he would think about his situation after each battle out of caution.

After a while, Kai came back alone, the other person's face relaxed, and he said:

"It's okay, just a group of displaced refugees."

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Chapter 54 Of course adults want it all

2023-07-29

"Refugees?" Minachell was stunned. He looked at Kai and said hesitantly, "More than a hundred refugees, you let them all in?"

"I counted more than 300 people. But they haven't come in yet. The knights guarding the camp are stubborn and insist that 'We are subordinates of Lord Menechel. Apart from the king, only Lord Menechel can issue orders.' So I came in and asked you to give the order to pass."

"We can't let them in."

"Okay, I'll go right away..." Kai said, his voice getting smaller and smaller. He turned his head to look at Minachell as if he heard something incredible, and his voice changed a little: "What did you say?"

Minachell closed his eyes. If someone else had said this to him, he would have definitely asked the person to leave, and even suspected that the person was an enemy spy. But when facing Kai, Minachell patiently explained, "Our battle line is too long, and there are already problems with military food supply. If we suddenly add more than a hundred refugees who only eat and do not work, our military supply will collapse."

Camelot was facing a multi-front war situation, so the supplies along the way were all provided by Menechel and his men themselves, and the military rations stored along the way were not sufficient.

Menechel understood clearly that these refugees were driven here from the Toren Square City, and the enemy did this simply to consume the food of the Camelot expeditionary force - without food, even the most powerful army would have to retreat.

"Menechel, don't you forget where our food and fodder come from? It's the Stark farmers who squeezed out their limited winter rations to give us bit by bit. Is this how you repay them?"

Seeing that Menichel didn't say anything, Kai slapped the table. He could tell that Menichel wasn't joking, so he became even more angry. "Insufficient military rations? That's just what you think. Our food and fodder can at least support the army for a week. Even with the addition of a hundred people, it will be enough for six days. If this trend continues, it will only take us three days to break into the city."

"Idiot! How are we going to get back? Are we going to collect food and fodder again?" Menichel sneered. He narrowed his eyes slightly and a dangerous aura emanated from him: "Go out and drive them away. For the final victory and the happiness of the majority of people, this is a necessary sacrifice."

Although Menechel knew that this was not in line with the spirit of knighthood, he could do nothing about it.

"When you borrowed the grain, didn't you swear to those farmers in the name of Camelot that you would not harm civilians? The covenant of knighthood cannot be violated." Kai still refused to give in. His eyes were red and his venomous tongue was subconsciously opened. He taunted half teasingly and half angrily: "Don't forget, you were just a war refugee like them. You have no right to decide their life or death. Only they themselves can decide whether to die for the so-called justice."

After saying this, Kai seemed to realize that his words were hurtful, but he struggled and refused to let go.

"I swore in the name of Camelot." Menechel closed his eyes and folded his hands to support his head, but he was already depressing just sitting there. After a long time, he opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned into violent vertical pupils: "But I am me, and Camelot is Camelot. I can do whatever it takes to win, understand?"

At the end, Menechel's voice was almost inaudible.

Then he stopped looking at Kai and directly called the guards outside the door. The quarrel between Menichel and Kai just now was not suppressed at all, so the knights on duty outside the door were a little frightened when they accidentally heard such a big news, fearing that their refugee commander would directly kill the innocent guards.

But Menachere didn't even look at them. He simply said, "Drive those refugees away. If they refuse to leave because they think we won't resort to violence, you should understand."

Feeling the gaze of those repressed blood-red eyes, the guard knight immediately saluted, turned around and left.

Seeing this, Kai did not stay for long and left Menechel's tent directly.

Alone once again, Menechel slowly closed his eyes and collapsed on the chair as if all his strength had been drained away.

A vicious conspiracy.

Menechel thought angrily that he had already figured out what was going on when Caesar listed the disadvantages of driving out the refugees.

If Menechel took in the refugees, the food-deficient Camelot army would have no choice but to retreat, and the crisis in Toruń Square City would naturally be resolved. Even the other small cities except Lihe City would be abandoned, which meant that Menechel's month-long expedition was in vain.

By not accepting the refugees, Camelot's reputation as a righteous army that had been painstakingly cultivated was ruined - it turned out that Camelot was just like the other kingdoms, a jackal that only cared about victory. Once the reputation was ruined and the people lost their support, it would become more difficult to recover the lost territory.

Even with malicious speculation, the other party might send an insider to Camelot to spread rumors that this was a selfish act by Menechel for the sake of his own "invincible" reputation.

This did not cause any loss to the rebels in Torun City, as they had already lost their reputation due to their heavy taxes and brutality that deprived the people of their livelihood.

"Choose one." He said to himself, but after a moment he chuckled at himself: "No, victory, honor, I want both."

As he told Kai, he was him and Camelot was Camelot.

Taking out the letter paper, Menacheer bent over his desk and began to write the first manuscript in his life. After a while, he checked what he had written, confirmed that it was correct, and filled it in.

He called the guard knights who were on duty outside again. The knight who came in was the same knight who had just come in. He thought Menechel was asking about the progress of the matter, so he immediately reported: "Lord Menechel, although there are still some refugees who resist, some have already chosen to leave, and those who refuse to leave have been escorted by knights."

"Unless it's absolutely necessary, try not to kill anyone." Minashel only felt a sense of hypocrisy. He knew without thinking that what awaited these refugees who were persuaded to return the same way would be a massacre from the Toruń Square City.

Menechel handed the sealed letter to the knight and instructed: "Choose three horses from the captured horses and take this letter to Camelot to give to the king."

From here to Camelot, two days would be enough for a round trip if three war horses were running at full speed.

"Yes!"

The knight took the letter, saluted, and left the camp.

Menechel looked at the empty camp and closed his eyes.

"I hope it's in time, otherwise I'll have to do it on my own."

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Chapter 55 I Hate to Depose Myself (Additional chapter for Archbishop Meonika's reward)

2023-07-29

Altria is working.

The mountains of memorials made her miss the relaxation on the battlefield. At a certain moment, she paused in her corrections and her eyes fell on a letter.

It was written by Menechel himself when he was on an expedition in the Stark region. The other party's strange behavior made Artoria a little curious. After looking at the content of the few short lines in the letter, Artoria frowned and her face became very ugly.

"Altria, are you having any troubles?"

Merlin spoke at the right time. He took the letter handed to him by Altria and looked at the few contents on it. The knowledgeable old Nightmare was stunned.

"That's really messed up," Merlin commented.

The letter explained Menechel's considerations for driving out the civilians. This behavior, which was extremely un-chivalrous, was not something Merlin criticized. For the sake of victory in the war, Merlin believed that even Artoria would make the same choice.

What really surprised Merlin was that Menechel asked Artoria to severely punish him for his actions and to issue a nationwide notice criticizing his private actions.

In other words, Menechel wanted to bear the stain involving the entire Camelot alone.

Altria pulled the letter back from Merlin's hand, and her movements of marking it became fierce and wild, but she seemed to feel that this did not relieve her anger, and she kept muttering, "Not allowed, rejected!"

Although Menechel's actions would indeed reduce a lot of trouble for Camelot, Artoria, who knew the character of her own people, knew that if Menechel really took responsibility, his reputation would be ruined.

After finishing writing, Altria was still worried and added, "No unauthorized action is allowed." The girl lost the desire to continue reviewing the memorial, and she folded the letter and handed it to the old magician beside her.

"Teacher Merlin, please go there in person and get to Stark as soon as possible."

Calculating the time, it was only last night that Menechel sent people to drive away the victims. If he had sent them on horseback, I am afraid that by then Menechel would have punished himself without authorization on the grounds that "a general is away from home and is not subject to the king's orders."

Merlin blinked. Although this distance was not difficult for Merlin who could run from Utopia to another Europe in one breath, he still hesitated for a rare moment.

"give it to me."

In the end, Merlin still did not voice his concerns. Menechel was determined to do this, so he would not be shaken by a piece of paper.

Sure enough, Artoria did not wait for the reply letter and Merlin, but first received the news that "King Arthur severely punished the knight Menechal who acted on his own."

……

Driving away the refugees and then pretending to be severely punished by the king, after this whole set of measures, except for the impact on Menechel's own reputation, other losses were almost zero.

Menechel sat on a chair. He had moved out of the central military camp. There were no guarding knights outside the door all the time, so it was much quieter.

Due to his private actions, he will be dismissed from the post of "Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Force" by "King Arthur" starting tomorrow, and will be replaced by the former deputy commander Kay. However, in order to avoid a series of consequences brought about by "changing generals before the battle", his disposal has been postponed until he returns to Camelot.

The door of the tent was opened and Gawain walked into the tent.

Minachell glanced at him and asked indifferently, "Why, Kai still doesn't want to see me?"

On the one hand, he trusted Kai's ability to hand over the power to him without worry. Except that he would act impulsively sometimes, Kai's leadership ability was also very impressive. More importantly, even if Kai wanted to take those refugees in now, he could only collect their bodies.

"Lord Kai is very angry now." Speaking of this, Gao Wen's smile turned bitter: "He asked me to ask you if you can give up everything for victory."

It goes without saying that it was Merlin, the old guy who likes to leak secrets everywhere, who secretly said something to Kai again.

Kai's naive behavior also made Minashel feel a little annoyed. His voice was slightly cold, and a sense of danger quietly spread from his body to the surroundings.

"Go and tell him, yes - for the king's victory, everyone, including myself, can be sacrificed."

Gawain's body tensed up, and the stinging sensation in his skin gave him the illusion that Menechel would suddenly attack him in the next second.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Looking at Gawain who was reluctant to leave, Menachel yawned and said, "If you have nothing else to do, please leave. I want to rest alone."

Gawain twitched the corners of his mouth. He remembered that the last time he drank with Kai, he was reminded by Kai that Menachel was a person without any social experience. Now it seems that Kai was right.

"Sir Menechel, did the king really order such a punishment?"

Menechel glanced at Gawain in surprise. He picked up a corner of the paper and saw the words "No Unauthorized Action Allowed" written on it. It was indeed King Arthur's handwriting.

Gawain understood in his heart that it seemed that Menechel had indeed decided to dismiss him, and only for this reason would he have been so deliberate in leaving behind such evidence.