Lords of Camelot

After the chat with Kai ended that day, Davian returned to his normal life of war preparation. The entire First Army Corps actively began to prepare for the war in the coming year. They spent this New Year in the military camp again. Fortunately, many people in the First Legion were not yet married, and Davian often advised them that it was time to start a family. It turned out that they were all, ah, yes, yes, Legion Commander, everything you said is right. Then why haven't you started a family yet?

Then Davian said nothing. What could he say? It's better not to say anything. Tristan, on the other hand, went on an adventure recently. Davian didn't know where he planned to go, but he didn't stop Tristan. With such continuous battles, Tristan is probably exhausted, and it's time for him to relax.

The number of members of the First Legion also slowly recovered to 4,000. After such a long period of time, they finally began to slowly restore their original organization. But now Davian is a little worried. He seems to have led the First Legion too simply. He only trains all day long and then prepares to go to the battlefield. Return, then continue training, and prepare again for the next battlefield. It was obviously to cut off the endless cycle called war, but he had to lead them towards one war after another.

He was unconsciously turning them into war machines. He was afraid that if this continued, the First Legion would be lost in the endless cycle of war. In that case, is it really good?

Does Britain really have no future? Obviously they have been working hard, but they can't see the hope of peace. He slowly turned the First Legion into a weapon as cruel as the Dark Sword, but if he really turned the First Legion into that, how would that be the way for humans to live?

He fought for Artoria's ideals, and for this he did not hesitate to make himself more indifferent and ruthless. Obviously he insisted on his inner thoughts and wanted a future with people, but he sacrificed more people for it. Davian has been silently thinking about how to fulfill Artoria's wish and give Britain a bright future. But it's a pity that now he can't even find a solution to complete the most basic thing-let Britain end in a peaceful sleep.

If this continues, Davian feels that that future will become the cruelest reality. Britain will still be ignited in the endless flames of war, and she will stand on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, lamenting the fate of the whole of Britain.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder. Davian looked back and saw Arturia in armor. He immediately stood up and asked: "What's wrong? What happened? My king."

"The challenge has arrived. They asked us to go to Telebil Castle for a decisive battle. What do you think?" Arturia handed the challenge to Davian. Davian looked at it and then smiled.

"That's right, just over there. I'm not worried about ambushes or anything like that. Let's just fight there. If we deal with them, the north should be able to conquer in one battle." Davian pulled out the Dark Sword and used the sword's The dark energy crushed this letter of challenge. Since they have agreed to fight, let's fight. This time they will solve the problem of the Picts in the north once and for all and make them honest.

After hearing what he said, Arturia raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but smile. She couldn't help but say, "Oh? Do you also think this is the most suitable time to pacify the north?"

"Yes, my king. In this battle, we will defeat all the kings in the north, and then we can start to wipe out the foreign races. The time when you rule the whole of Britain is coming soon."

"After so many years of hard work, it seems that we are finally going to do what we want to do. Davian, time flies so fast." Artoria smiled, and they were achieving their goals step by step. If this continues, one day, maybe they will be able to do things they have never thought of before.

"Ah, that's right." Artoria suddenly raised her head, with curiosity on her face, "Do you think I look better with a gun or a sword?"

"?" Davian was stunned for a moment. He covered his jaw and began to think about this question carefully. Does it look better with a gun or with a sword? This problem is really troublesome. Before time travel, this was probably a no-brainer. But fortunately, my king is a man. When he asked this, he must have really meant it and had no other intention.

At this time, Davian had a heart-wrenching image of Arturia swinging her sword and firing a cannon to blow up the city gate of Londinium, and a holy spear in hand descending from the sky to reward Vortigern. Well...he has the answer.

"Sure enough, it's a gun. Yes, yes, the gun is more handsome. That time I faced Vortigern, and the other kings haven't seen it yet. Now you have the spear that shines in the end. From now on, you will gallop on the battlefield, riding a handsome horse. The war horses brandished their spears, breaking through the enemy's front lines one after another. Isn't it very handsome?" Davian can think of that scene, and that scene is really very handsome.

"Really?" Arturia looked at him and asked with a serious tone.

"Of course, how could I lie to you." Davian told the truth, of course. He had never thought about deceiving Artoria.

Arturia nodded, and then she made up her mind: "I understand, then I will use the Holy Spear! After all, although both weapons can be used, there is always a priority. In the future, I will use the Holy Spear on the battlefield. Let’s use the holy spear as our main weapon.”

It turned out that she was thinking about this problem. An idea flashed through Davian's mind. He understood the king's thoughts and then said: "You have a war horse and your riding skills are excellent, so isn't it appropriate to use a spear as your main weapon? Unlike me, I can't even ride a horse. Qi, like a fool, has to rely on two legs to rush into the enemy's formation every time."

"So can't you learn to ride a horse? That's not bad. If you spend a little time, you can learn it quickly. Then you can upgrade the first legion to a cavalry legion. Wouldn't that be better?" Al Tolia teased Davian with a smile like this. It was now known to the entire King Arthur Court that he could not ride a horse. If this was used to tease Davian, Davian would just laugh at himself and then brush it off.

But Davian waved his hand and refused: "No, the First Army should just be an infantry army. Our horses are used to carry things or pull carts. And even so, I feel that every time we Going on an expedition consumes a lot of money, so it’s better to save a little if you can.”

His words went straight to the essence of the problem. The more cavalry regiments, the better. In today's battlefield, cavalry can simply determine the outcome, but that also depends on consumption. The current supplies simply cannot support that kind of consumption. I am afraid that even if the whole of Britain is unified in the future, the First Army will have to continue to fight as an infantry army.

The problem of consumption left Artoria really speechless. The annual output was still decreasing. It was definitely not possible to continue like this. We still had to find a solution.