Chapter 43: Breaking Evil and Stained with BloodThe Sword of Chalk
Although the decision made by the still young King Arthur was wise, it was also full of radical style.
Young people are inevitably a little crazy.
Annuo was not surprised by this. After all, King Arthur was half of his student, although the relationship between the two has now become that of a monarch and a minister.
Although fighting will kill people, although it will consume more food and grass, and although it will bring a heavier tax burden to the people, it is still the best choice for Britain at the moment. King Arthur is betting on the future of Britain, betting that Anno can lead
The knights of 500 and the infantry of less than 3,000 defeated the surrounding small countries and the rebels who proclaimed themselves kings, and killed them.
An Nuo knew very well how heavy the burden was on him.
Of the five hundred knights, only a dozen are truly skilled in martial arts. The others are just better than the infantry and can do a little bit of equestrianism.
After the horses were distributed, Annuo organized a patchwork of knights to conduct several charge drills, and then set off with the army of 3,500 people.
He understood in his heart that if fighting on a frontal battlefield, apart from the first wave of charges, the knights might not be as useful as ordinary infantry.
The time is too short, the equipment is mediocre, and the running-in and tacit understanding are even more chaotic.
At a critical moment, perhaps the individual strength of the knights in the team is more important than the charge.
An Nuo was riding on his horse, looking at the small, scattered and disorderly team behind him, and sighed.
Perhaps at a critical moment, what you have hidden will come out.
He rubbed the chalk sword hanging at his waist with his thumb, his eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly.
After two or three days of marching, Annuo first came to an unknown country.
Although Britain's army is scattered, it can't even be called such a name. There are only four or five small countries in the city, and they can still be crushed in a fight.
The knights of this country stood on the five-meter-high city wall, intending to scold the Anno people below.
Annuo didn't even give the knight a chance to speak. His eyes were cold: "Don't say threatening words. I'm not interested in knowing about 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 suddenly speechless, but he still responded with a few symbolic words.
Annuo's expression was indifferent, and he wordlessly pulled out the chalk sword.
Turning over and dismounting, Annuo said: "So, you don't want to surrender to Britain... It doesn't matter if you start a war or something, what I need to do is... clear the obstacles for Pendragon's bloodline,
That’s all.”
The knights and three thousand infantrymen behind him were silent.
The holy sword named Chalk was held in front of him, reflecting the light of the sun.
"This is the sword that cuts off all evil and prefers to be stained with the enemy's blood."
"The silver end of inhuman things and enemies!"
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 stirred Annuo's silver cloak, and his long black hair danced like a wild snake.
The light in his eyes disappeared in a flash.
"This is—the Sword of Chalk!"
The long sword tilted slightly, and then it was swung straight forward without any surprise.
A dazzling beam of light instantly burst out from the chalk sword.
The sky seemed to fall into darkness like eternal night for a moment, and only the light cannons emitted by the Chalk Sword shone between the sky and the earth, swallowing up the city walls and everything on them.