If you want to go on an expedition, you need a good lord and knights to follow you.
Annuo's most serious problem now is that he has no soldiers at his disposal.
The original British Chalk Knights followed the route of elite soldiers. Although there were only a few hundred people, their combat effectiveness was ridiculously strong.
Now that there are no knights of the British Chalk Knights with outstanding individual strength, there are only a few days left, and Annuo has no way to go to the surrounding villages to recruit troops, so he can only find a way from Camelot.
Most of the palace servants, city wall guards, and private soldiers of the nobles, as long as they were capable of fighting in the King of Camelot City, were recruited by Anno, and they barely formed 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 strength. In the improvised individual combat training just now, Kai only used two swords to knock down a knight.
land.
"There is no benefit in fighting these knights. Kaiqing, why don't we give it a try." Lancelot also felt bored. These knights were just here to make up for the numbers.
"Hoho, it seems that you are very confident in yourself, Lancelot." Kai's eyes narrowed, the sword in his hand turned, and fighting spirit emerged from his body.
"Now that you and I are the king's ministers, Qing Kai, you should call me Sir Lancelot." Lancelot said sternly, "Since you are older than me, so... I'm sorry.
Got it!"
The swords of both sides collided quickly, causing sparks to fly out.
Annuo was watching all this not far away. This small team of several hundred people gathered in a school field for simple training and distributed equipment.
There are a few people in this group of people whom Annuo is more concerned about.
One was a young knight with a stiff expression, the other was a one-armed palace servant, and the third was the guard he saw at the city gate that day.
The sword fighting prowess of these three people was far superior to that of their colleagues, which attracted Annuo's attention.
The young man with a stiff expression is named Agguiwen, the one-armed palace chamberlain is named Bedivere, and the guard at the city gate is named Bos.
"Sir Lan Malok." Annuo called to Lan Malok who was distributing equipment, "These three people, please let Bindu and the others test their strongest sword fighting abilities."
"These three people...I understand." Lan Malok nodded to express his understanding.
Age Guiwen was sorting out the equipment that had just been issued to him, a knight's broad-bladed sword and a full set of armor, that's all.
Horses and lances are still being allocated urgently and cannot be distributed for the time being.
At this moment, a knight came to him.
"Age regulations, right?" The visitor's face was calm. Unlike many knights gathered, this knight had his own silver cloak.
Former member of the British Chalk Knights.
Agguiwen nodded expressionlessly: "It's me."
"Lord Annuo, the Lord of the Knights, has ordered me to be your training partner. Let me introduce you briefly. My name is Bindu." The knight was not arrogant, but said it calmly.
Agguiwen was stunned: "I understand."
After saying that, he took out the knight's sword from his equipment and stood opposite Bindu.
Also undergoing the test with him were the one-armed knights Bedivere and Boss.
At the end of the sword battle, although the three of them failed to take advantage of the knights of the original White Knights, Annuo was given a big surprise.