What the people need is never a king who can conquer and fight well, but a king who can make the people rich and happy.
And Arthur is the perfect embodiment of the king's image in Aggravain's heart.
Camelot does not need an ideal king or an inhuman Red Dragon. What it needs is Arthur!
Suddenly, he was awakened by Gawain's high voice. He frowned and glanced at his brother who didn't know the truth yet and thought Arthur was the son of Uther. His eyes suddenly became full of disgust.
Tsk! A gorilla may never understand the king's wisdom.
"That's enough, gentlemen, prepare to attack!" Arthur suddenly spoke, waving the sword of choice, and issued an order, "Gawain and Kay, lead the cavalry to the right. Your task is not to kill the enemy, but to ensure The enemy will not escape your defenses."
""Charge!""
The cavalry has high mobility, and even if the number is small, with the strength of the two knights, presumably under their leadership, they can easily drive away the enemy infantry. If you want to catch up, you must use the same cavalry squad. However, the Saxon army plans to retreat by sea this time and does not bring many war horses.
"Aggravain, I order you to lead a thousand soldiers and take a detour to the predetermined position and wait. If you see the enemy escaping, push them down. Remember, those who surrender can avoid death."
"I will obey the king's order."
The two teams immediately took action.
Arthur then ordered Lancelot, "Lancelot, you arrange the men here, try to arrange the shield-bearing soldiers in the first row to resist the impact, let two soldiers fill the empty space, and then hold the spears." The flag bearers stand in the second row, setting up their weapons to resist the enemy's first charge."
"But King, there are ten thousand enemy troops, but the soldiers we sent away to Gawain, Kay and Aggravain are less than three thousand. Even if the formation is neatly organized, after the enemy's first charge, Even if you don't, you will be overwhelmed." Lancelot still remained calm and said worriedly.
In fact, it was quite difficult to remain calm at this time, which made Arthur give him a high look.
Immediately, Arthur explained, "The reason why I left three thousand people is to attract their attention. If the number is too small, they will not come."
"This is…"
"Don't worry, the enemy will charge us, but they won't be able to reach us. The formation is first to lure and mislead the enemy, and second, just in case. You can rest assured and execute the order. I said, victory is in my hands from the beginning."
"This... follows your orders."
Lancelot nodded and quickly began to organize the soldiers to line up.
He was obviously very experienced, and even though he was reluctant, he allowed soldiers who were not very familiar with this type of array to form a defensive line. At least it looks like that.
Arthur was already satisfied with this.
When the deployment was almost complete, the charge of the Saxon army also reached a distance of about a kilometer.
"Not enough, get closer, get closer." Arthur observed calmly, and at the same time called an accompanying magician and all the archers.
However, there were only about fifty people in total.
The small number makes people doubt their combat effectiveness.
Of course, fifty archers, facing an army of ten thousand people, might not be able to kill a few people even if their fingers are broken.
Archers must form an array to be lethal.
Arthur once remembered that in a movie before his time travel, tens of thousands of soldiers opened their bows and fired neat arrows one after another, destroying all the enemies before they could reach them. That is the real archer unit, an indispensable and important part of the army in Arthur's heart.
Nowadays, it is definitely unrealistic to achieve that effect.
But it doesn't matter, there are many uses for more, and there are ways to use less for less.
"Arrow lit with flames, ready."
"Yes!"
The archers followed the order and filled their bows.
And the enemy is approaching quickly.
500 meters - 300 meters - 150 meters.
"Now, fire!"
The quality of Camelot's bow is very poor. It can shoot 150 meters at its limit. The skill of the archer is not that good either. Whether it can hit or not is a question. However, those don't matter.
Swish swish——
Dozens of arrows were shot out.
Ding ding ding——
The arrows fell on the iron tools or armor of the Saxons. More than fifty people and more than fifty arrows did not cause any harm.
"Hahaha~ Are all the idiots in Camelot so scared?"
The Saxon soldier looked at the faint white marks left by the arrows on his breastplate and couldn't help but laugh happily. Seeing Camelot's sudden burst of amazing popularity before made him fearful, but now it seems that Camelot is still the same Camelot.
"Hmph! Just be honest and accept defeat as you did ten years ago!"
With that said, he and the surrounding soldiers speeded up again.
However, several flaming arrows passed over them and fell to the ground.
"Win!" Arthur felt relieved.
Although they say 'victory is already in hand', who knows what will happen on the battlefield. In the ever-changing battlefield, nothing is ever 100% correct.
But at this moment, it was completely certain that they would at least not lose this battle.
In fact, his plan was not very sophisticated, but it was excellent.
These things didn't exist before. Of course it's not that people are stupid, but that their thinking is bound by the times. Just put a person from the 21st century here and it will easily produce the same or even better results.
The point is to find the materials you need.
Arthur is lucky.
There is a being called a magician in this world. Those magicians always like to do all kinds of weird things. Among them, there are magicians who can make magic potions, and they especially collect a lot of strange gadgets.
And Morgan is just such a magician.
To put it bluntly, Morgan's knowledge of potion making is considered to be the top level of potion science when converted into system skills. Even if a god drinks the magic potion made by Morgan, he will still be affected.
With the existence of Morgan, it is very simple to collect and refine something like high-purity alcohol.
Before today, Arthur had hoarded a large amount of kerosene and poured it all on this land.
The next moment.
"Boom--!"
The air roared as if it was exploding, and a wave of scorching fire swept across, drowning the Saxon soldiers in the front row.
In just a few seconds, the explosion wiped out a group of enemies with its initial high temperature. The flames did not end there, a wall of fire several meters high rose up, which was frightening just to look at it.
However, the Saxons rushed so fast that the thousands of men at the front had no time to evacuate, and collided with the soldiers in the rear. They were pushed and rolled into the flames.
But where are the physiques of the people of the Age of Gods today, there are actually many soldiers who rushed through the wall of fire with their skin and flesh burned beyond recognition.
However, what awaited them behind the wall of fire were more deadly spears and battle flags.