Lords of Camelot

When the day passed, everyone had enough rest and preparation. Both sides led their armies to move towards the other side at the same time. Davian was hiding among the crowd. He had not transformed yet. He was only wearing simple clothes and did not even have the most basic armor. It's not time for him to take action yet, he must hide himself. He hides in the army like an ordinary person, although before coming to this world, he was originally an ordinary person.

Last night, Lancelot took him to get acquainted with the five hundred people who would join him as a commando. This team has always been responsible for assault missions. At first, assault captain Lantilus looked down on Davian, a young-looking kid, even though he was a Holy Sword user. It wasn't until Lancelot said that Davian could fight him that Lantillus reluctantly put away his contemptuous thoughts.

"Since he is here to lead us, then I can ask him to take the lead in the charge." This was Landilus's last request, a very simple and practical request. This is what the commandos are like. They must use the most sudden attack and the most desperate attitude to achieve the greatest results.

"Okay." Davian didn't hesitate at that time, but just gave the answer. Everything will be revealed on the battlefield, this is a normal thing.

Davian tightened his grip on the Dark Sword at his waist. This was his first time on the battlefield. He didn't have any very exciting emotions, not even comparable to the feeling he felt when he killed for the first time to save Tonelli. He recalled his embarrassing performance that night that even Tonelli didn't know about, and smiled subconsciously.

And just as he was thinking this, the entire army suddenly stopped. Davian could see King Claudes' army over there, and he could also see King Claudes himself. Although Davian couldn't see King Cloud's face clearly from this distance, he could feel that the other party was undoubtedly a middle-aged man who was accustomed to wielding power and was full of ambitions.

Lancelot rode his horse forward for another distance. He shouted to King Claude: "More than a year has passed since the last time we met. King Claude, you suffered a loss last time." Isn’t it enough?”

King Claudes also laughed after hearing his provocation. He just answered casually: "It's quite enough. It has made me take another step forward on my growth path. I really didn't expect that one person's force can actually be strong." At that point, Sir Lancelot, it is true that you are the unrivaled Knight of the Lake."

"So, why are you coming this time?" Lancelot knew what the other party would say. This was just a simple battlefield greeting. It can also be regarded as delaying time and giving some recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time time to relax their emotions.

"In order to reunite France and let there be only one king and one voice, I will always come again. Unless I die this time, otherwise even if I lose, I will come again next time." Claude King Si smiled and gave the answer, and Lancelot stopped talking after hearing this. He turned his horse's head and returned to his troops, then looked at King Claudes in the distance.

Sure enough, the next moment King Claude raised his sword high, and the soldiers' shouts rang out on the battlefield. First, the infantry charged towards Lancelot's army, and Lancelot also allowed his troops to slowly press forward. Since it is the opponent who launches the charge first, we can use archers to suppress it, and then let the spearmen form a defensive formation.

When the rain of arrows from both sides stopped, King Claude's army officially hit Benwick's front army. Lancelot gave the command loudly, using his own troops to cut and scatter King Claude's first batch of charging troops. Davian listened silently to his every order among the crowd, keeping all these battlefield experiences in mind. This will definitely help him in the future. This is a valuable experience.

But Charles, King Claude's general, would not let Lancelot eat his forwards, rather when he was interspersed and divided. Lancelot's numerical disadvantage became even more severe, so he immediately let the cavalry - or their knights attack. These warriors with excellent fighting qualities, wearing heavy armor, and energetic warriors have always determined the direction of victory in wars.

Sure enough, when the knight troops pressed over, Lancelot's front line immediately became shaky. The strength gap between the two sides is quite huge. The other side is wearing fine plate armor and holding the sharpest weapons, cutting into the battle line like a hot knife cutting through butter. Naturally, Benwick's side will find it difficult to hold on to the front line. (Actually, there is no plate armor in this era, but in the moon world...)

Lancelot also immediately sent his knights forward to attack, but although they were almost the same in terms of quality, Benwick's side was still inferior in terms of quantity. Davian could only endure this anxious but disadvantaged situation while continuing to study the instructions given by Lancelot. Since the order has not been issued yet, it means that in Lancelot's eyes, it is not yet time for Davian to lead the charge.

From time to time, there would be a heavy sound of knights wearing plate armor falling off their horses, and the continuous screams of ordinary soldiers being killed would enter Davian's ears. He listened to these sounds and endured his emotions. It's not the time for him to take action yet, it's not the final moment yet, so he can only use these reasons to suppress his mood.

King Claude watched as the knights and soldiers under his command opened Benwick's front line step by step, strangling Benwick's soldiers bit by bit, and slowly establishing a victory situation. He couldn't help but laugh happily, and the beautiful situation of defeating Benwick and capturing Lancelot and King Ban alive seemed to have appeared in front of him.

Lancelot was still patient, trying his best to delay the current situation with his own planning. The enemy's numbers were much greater than theirs, which put a lot of pressure on them. Even with the emotional support of protecting one's own country and land, the actual disadvantages are still difficult to make up for with pure emotions.

He is trying his best to find the flaws and opportunities for victory that the opponent may reveal at any time. He is under greater pressure than everyone present. The sooner he finds the flaw exposed by the opponent, the more likely he is to end the battlefield battle early, and the fewer people on his side will die.

Finally, after waiting for what seemed like a long century, Lancelot was keenly aware of the dispersion of the opponent's center line. In order to surround and strangle their own warriors, the knights and soldiers have slowly turned into a crescent shape and pressed over from both sides, which has resulted in a weak center line. This is already the best opportunity for him! Regardless of whether this is a trap or not, he must try it with all his strength first!

"Notify Davian! Let him lead the commando to attack the opponent's center line with all his strength. As long as he breaks through the opponent's front line, then go directly to attack the opponent's core command group. Now as long as we cut the opponent's troops from them, we can get enough breathing and Opportunity to counterattack!" He immediately sent his messengers to inform Davian, but in just a short moment, the evil dragon's roar echoed throughout the battlefield from behind him.