Although the young King Arthur made his decision this time, he was full of radical style.

Young people are inevitably crazy.

Annuo was not surprised by this. After all, King Arthur was considered half of his student, although the relationship between the two has now become a relationship between the king and the minister.

Although war will kill people, even if they consume food and grass more, and will bring a heavier tax burden to the people, this is also the best choice for Britain at present. King Arthur was betting on the future of Britain, betting that Anno could lead a 500-man Knight order and less than 3,000 infantry to subdue and kill these small countries and rebels who had proclaimed themselves as kings.

Annuo knew very well how heavy the burden was on him.

There are only a dozen knights with 500 people, which are truly martial arts. The others are just stronger than infantry and are only good at equestrianism.

After the horses were distributed, Anno organized a group of knights to conduct several charge exercises, and set off with the army of 3,500 people.

He understood in his heart that if he fought on a frontal battlefield, this knight regiment might not be as good as that of ordinary infantry, in addition to the first wave of charges.

The time is too short, the equipment is average, and the running-in and tacit understanding are even more messy.

At critical moments, perhaps the personal force of several knights in the team is more important than charging.

Annuo rode on the horse, looking at the small number of people behind him, and seemed a little distracted and disorderly, and sighed.

Perhaps at the critical moment, you will use what you hide.

He rubbed his thumb against the chalk sword hanging around his waist, his eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly.

After two or three days of marching, Annuo first came to an unknown country.

Although the British army was scattered, it could not be called such a name. There were only four or five small countries in total, and they were still crushed when fighting.

The knights of this country stood on the five-meter-high city wall, intending to scold Annuo and others below.

Annuo didn't even give the knight a chance to speak, his eyes cold: "Don't say threats, I'm not interested in understanding your country. There is only one question: whether to be loyal to Britain and whether to open the city gate!"

The knight on the city wall was speechless, but he still responded symbolically.

Annuo's expression was cold and he drew out the chalk sword speechlessly.

After rolling over and dismounting, Anno spoke: "So, you don't want to surrender to Britain... It doesn't matter if you start a war or something. All I need to do is to clear the obstacles for Pandragon's bloodline, that's all."

The Knights and the Three Thousand Infantrymen behind them were silent.

A holy sword named chalk was raised in front of him, reflecting the light of the sun.

"This is to cut off all evil spirits, and I would rather stain the enemy's blood sword."

"The silver end of non-human things and the enemy!"

The holy sword in his hand, chalk, emitted a dazzling light, and both the people on the city wall and the British army behind Anno felt a strong sense of oppression.

The strong wind urged Annuo's silver cloak, and his long black hair danced like a mad snake.

The light in his eyes flashed.

"This is - the Sword of Chalk!"

The sword leaned slightly, and then swung it straight ahead.

A dazzling beam of light instantly gushed out from the chalk sword.
Chapter completed!