Lords of Camelot

After defeating Vortigern, Davian and his men also camped outside the city. They could not leave for the time being. King Perinoa was also sending the corresponding supplies. They had to stay here for a while, first to restore the residential area, and then to repair the corresponding areas of Londinium.

But actually, they defeated Vortigern only yesterday, so they couldn't leave now. Everyone was in a meeting here, after all, they had to decide what to do next.

Everyone knew that there were no more living people in the city. Davian also explained that those people were turned into blood food for Vortigern by Anagumas, so Vortigern could finally show that dragon body.

This is irreversible, so they can only think about the future.

"Let some people return to Carrion City first to stabilize the rear, and let the First Legion restore and rebuild this area." Davidian took on the task here, and Arthur thought it was a good idea. After all, the rear also needed stability, and continuous warfare was not the most appropriate thing to do.

"How about I assign some more people to you? Will it be insufficient if I only leave the First Legion?" Arthur felt that it was too hard to both garrison and restore the construction, so it would be better for him to leave some people behind.

But Davidian just said that there was no need for that. Now he was very curious about who would dare to stroke his whiskers. Do they want to die?

"Then I'll stay and work with you. I'll have nothing to do when I go back to Carrion City anyway, so I might as well stay here and work with you." Lancelot volunteered to stay and take charge of this task with Davidian, but Davidian immediately retorted. How could he stay?

Lancelot's greatest value is the trade between France and Britain. The people in King Arthur's court live better than those in other royal territories because Lancelot has been working hard to connect the trade routes between the European continent and Britain, which is more effective than his military force.

"Then I'll stay." Tristan spoke again, and Davian immediately scolded him in dissatisfaction. This went on for several months. Morrison would call me dad now, so why not go back? Tristan was talking nonsense again.

Finally, Gawain laughed heartily and said that it seemed that he was the most suitable person, and this time Davian finally didn't say anything more.

Arthur was naturally very satisfied with the unity of his subjects, so he agreed with Gawain's idea. After all, Gawain's main task now was to be in charge of King Arthur's personal guards, and there was nothing else to do.

"Then I'll stay too. There's nothing much to do in the royal court anyway. Now I'm finally free. Arthur just needs to work hard." Merlin decided to stay while laughing. Everyone thought it was a good decision. It was better than her going back and causing some trouble.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was pushed open, and Wenchenlib walked in quickly and said directly to Davian: "Captain, Beckley is dying."

Davian stood up immediately after hearing this, and by the time everyone reacted, he had already stepped two meters away. In just a few breaths, he had already rushed out of the tent, and Wen Qinlibu followed closely behind him.

Bekri, the captain of the Third Company, was one of the men who had fled from King Blondris in the Strang region and followed Davian. His strength and record had always been good, and everyone in the First Legion respected him.

He is a few years older than Davian, and his son is almost one year old. Although his wife is not very beautiful, she is gentle and virtuous, and is a lady that Davian respects.

But yesterday he was hit by Vortigern's magic flame, and his chest and below were burned. Everyone hoped that he would survive, but now all Davian could hear was this: he was dying.

So Davian's steps were faster than usual, and when he entered the tent for the wounded, Becker was still lying there. Davian went to his side and grabbed his hand with all his strength.

"Commander... are you here?" Beckri spoke first, his voice was hoarse and dry. At this moment, he was suffering from great pain. With such a large area of ​​burns, he was able to hold on until now with a strong will.

"I'm here! Mr. Becker, I'm here!" Davian squatted down and stretched out his hand to hold his hand tightly with all his strength, letting Mr. Becker feel that he was here and it seemed that he was trying his best to grasp Mr. Becker's soul and not let him pass away from him.

"It seems that I have to leave first. Commander, I'm sorry to put the future of Britain on your shoulders. Or, we are too useless."

Becker was still blaming himself, but Davian comforted him and said that they had done a good job. Davian had been watching all their performances since the battle. They really did a good job, and they were a legion that Davian was proud of.

"Captain...it's my honor to walk side by side with you..." Beckerxian's eyes slowly lost focus after these words. Davian felt the power in Beckerxian's palm disappearing, and his soul was drifting away.

Davian gritted his teeth and swallowed the pain. He was speechless and could not shed tears.

Today he had already seen many people die, and buried many people with his own hands. At this moment he could only grit his teeth and endure, he could only tell himself that these sacrifices were unavoidable and necessary, they would prevent such sacrifices in the future, at least to allow three generations to have a happy life and a peaceful life.

"Bury him. From now on, give Beckerixen's monthly rations to his wife and children. I will allocate a suitable portion of the money I have obtained to them to improve their lives."

Davian gave the order, and Vincenrib had no choice but to obey. He had always been clear that his legion commander never sought money, and the rewards or property he received after the battle were distributed to the families of the soldiers who died in the battle.

This is unimaginable on the British continent. Davian's dullness is something that all people in high positions dare not imagine. Although his life is not bad, compared with people of the same status, he can only be described as poor.

At this moment, a hand was placed on Davian's shoulder. Davian turned his head and saw Merlin gently shaking his head at him. Davian finally stood up. He couldn't change these things. The dead were dead, and they would never come back.

Soon, soldiers from the 7th Company entered the room and carried Bekrixian's body out for burial. At this moment, they didn't even have a decent coffin. It could even be said that... there were not enough coffins.

Davian walked out of the tent. The sunlight on his face barely warmed his wounded heart. Merlin hugged him from behind and said, "Don't blame yourself. You have done a good job, Davian, my Davian. You are a real hero. You have saved many people."

"I will keep fighting. I will keep trying." Davian said only these two words, and they were enough. He would never stop what he was going to do, and he couldn't stop now. For those who had died, and for those who were still alive, he had to keep trying.