Lords of Camelot

After a full day of this final battle, both sides had to withdraw their troops. Under the command of Wenqinribu, the 10th Company immediately poured out all the arrows on its body, successfully covering all its soldiers and retreating from the battlefield.

Percival did not disappoint Davian in the end. Although he was forced to release the Holy Lance slightly, he successfully rescued Bedivere and Boss. Davian took a deep breath before thanking Percival for his contribution in this battle. If he was alone, his ability to hold Lucius back would be his limit.

"You are too humble. We complement each other. If you hadn't held back the Emperor of Swords, I wouldn't have been able to save the two of them." Percival put away his holy spear, and now this military tent There were only four of them left. Bedivere was the most seriously injured and could only lie down. Bowes' wrist bone was also broken, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover from his injury. Suddenly their situation became precarious.

"It's your contribution, so you take the credit. Okay, Wengenlieb. How are today's battle losses?" After letting Percival accept the credit, Davian turned to look at Wengenlieb again. He wanted to know How are the battle losses today?

"Five hundred and thirty-three died in battle, 112 were slightly injured, and 223 were seriously injured and retired. The battle loss ratio between the two sides was about one to two. We did not have a particular advantage." Wen Qinlibu also It's very distressing. They have an advantage, but their numerical disadvantage cannot be changed. Now both sides are just vanguard troops. If we really want to start a complete fight, we still have to wait until King Arthur comes here.

Davian couldn't help but rub his brow. If he couldn't beat the drowned dog, the two sides would fall into an endless bloody war. Sure enough, we still have to wait for my king and his army to arrive here.

"Well, let's all go and have a rest. I'll think about it for a while. It seems like we're going to have to temporarily avoid the battle. We're ordering the patrolling soldiers to be careful and not to be attacked by the opponent. We have to hold on to this camp and win over our king. Come here." Davian waved his hand and motioned for them all to rest. This situation is indeed difficult to handle now.

Percival and Wengenlieb also understood what he was thinking, so they left without saying anything more. After the two people left, Davian sighed helplessly. He took out the fantasy book about the Evil King's Dragon. If today's situation was more dangerous, he would not be able to help opening the book.

Fortunately, the battle was finally resolved within a controllable range. He got up and headed towards Bedivere's camp. When he walked inside, he happened to see Bedivere leaning on the bed and reading today's battle report. Davian walked over with a wry smile. Bedivere heard his footsteps and put down the battle report in his hand.

"Today's war has turned into a tug-of-war. You must also find it very troublesome." Bedivere smiled, knowing that Davian in front of him was distressed in his heart. The current battle has become like this, which is a situation that almost every general does not want to see.

"As expected, I can't hide it from you. Of course I'm very distressed now. In this situation, there can only be a temporary tug of war. If the other party wants to break our camp and wipe out all of us, the price will be unacceptably high. And we There is no remaining power to attack, so we can only wait for reinforcements from both sides to arrive."

Davian crossed his arms and looked at Erlang's legs before sitting directly on the edge of Bedivere's bed, looking at his distressed look. As an old friend of Davian, Bedivere could only say: "Don't be too distressed. At least we have completed the mission of the First Army. After this battle, the Roman coalition forces will be pinned to Flanders by us. The rest , just wait for my king to come, and then look for opportunities to win."

Davian listened to him and folded his hands on his knees. He said a little greedily: "I originally wanted to give the Romans a head-on blow before my king arrived, and then it would be much easier to defend. But in the current situation, I can barely accept it."

"You always have too high demands on yourself. And if we really defeat the Romans here in one battle, I'm afraid there will only be a hundred people left in the First Legion. That way - the sacrifice would be too great." Dwell really smiled bitterly. The man in front of him always wanted to do more. In the eyes of others, this seems a bit anxious.

Davian glanced at him, and he said dullly: "Mr. Bedivere, no sacrifice is too big to accept, do you understand?"

His words left Bedivere at a loss for words, but he still didn't tell Bedivere the words he hid in his heart. It's not that he is too demanding of himself, but there is really not enough time now, and they must buy more time to find more ways to solve Britain's own problems. But Davian didn't want to bring more pressure to other people. After all, it was fine for him and Artoria to worry about these things.

"Have a good rest." So in the end Davian could only help Bedivere and let him lie down. After doing this, he left Bedivere's camp. There is really no way to fight against fate. All I can say is that they all have to work harder.

He slowly walked out of Bedivere's tent, and then went outside the entire military camp. Davian looked in the direction of the sea. My king must be on his way here now. They would surely defeat Rome and buy Britain more time.

At this time, Artoria was also on her way. She stood at the front of the ship, looking out at the endless sea. Now she couldn't accept the intelligence from the front line, and the double-team situation made the British soldiers exhausted. To be honest, Artoria would inevitably feel tired. The war seemed to be unstoppable in Britain.

Whenever this happens, she can't help but recall the crazy words that Fu Tigeng said before his death. They are all people who know the outcome of Britain, and Britain now seems to be really slipping in that direction.

But she couldn't just allow it, she couldn't just accept it. All that suffering and pain should not be the fate of those people who know nothing. Before the day of the end comes, she will try her best to support herself. Just to delay the arrival of that day, just to make that day at least calm and peaceful.

Fortunately, she is not alone. She has loyal Knights of the Round Table and Davian. They are all working hard to find ways to continue to support Britain. But now, they have to win the war with Rome first.

"Wait for me, Davian! I'll be there soon." Artoria looked into the distance, Davian must be there. He will definitely try his best to hold Rome back. As long as he arrives and launches a decisive battle, he can drive the Romans back.