Camelot Dawn

Bend your knees.

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In early January of Camelot 231, Androme led his reformed army to launch an attack on Servius' new stronghold.Everything went as he said, and it didn't take long to reach the gate of Servius.Facing the layer upon layer of defensive nets, he first sent someone to investigate the approximate location of the local garrison, and he could see Servius' intentions at a glance.But this didn't bother him. His long preparations were just for this time. Now his soldiers are strong, his horses are sufficient, and his logistics is stable. The supply of materials has been guaranteed-it is time to disintegrate the dream built by Servius in one fell swoop.

Then Androme launched the most violent attack.His troops could fight day and night, and when he did it for the first time, the gap in Servius' line had festered beyond repair.Androme entrusted Kai and Lancelot with the task of consolidating the results of the battle, and at dawn he led his troops back to rest.After a few days, he did it again.

After going back and forth for a month, at the beginning of February, the dense defense network on the Po River Plain disappeared.Servius and the whole of Rome behind him fell through the glasses, and a huge panic ensued-now there is only one wave between Bologna and Androme, which Servius guarded. the river.There is a bridge over the Po River, and Servius retreated too hastily and did not have time to tear it down. Once Androme came over, Bologna was in danger.

A few days later, Androme arrived.Servius faced the battle with the determination to break the boat, but to his surprise, Androme was not as strong as before. Although he could not easily repel him, he was still far from using his full strength. a cut.This gave him a little confidence in the reversal of the battle situation. Maybe he exaggerated the enemy's ability in his heart before?

On the other side, Paula, who stayed at the camp, saw that Androme had returned before sunset, so she guessed that the result might not be so good.Sure enough, when Androme saw him, the first thing he said was to ask in a voice as cold as an ice cellar: "Have you arrived yet?"

"No," Pola shook her head, "and what's worse, the fodder for the horses is gone. The soldiers' rations can last for a while."

Androme stopped with a blank expression: "You continue to manage the camp, I'll go find Gachris." After saying that, he got on his horse, turned the horse's head and left the camp.

On the way to Gachris camp, Androme felt a rare irritability.A week ago, Gachris told him that there was some problem with the supply line, and he was working hard to fix it. At that time, Androme was busy attacking Servius' layered defense and didn't pay much attention to it.He thought that by the time he wiped out the enemies on the north bank of the river, the problem of the supply line would have been resolved. Unexpectedly, when he asked Gakhris again, the answer he got was that the situation had deteriorated and the supply had been interrupted.Gakhris assured him that he would solve it as soon as possible, and he also believed in Gakhris' guarantee, but now it seems that maybe he shouldn't trust him so much...

Yes, that's what made Androme upset.He shouldn't have trusted Gakhris so much, but he believed it, and now he feels a strong sense of being let down.In fact, he also knows that this matter cannot be entirely blamed on Gakhris, but there is a strong paranoia in his heart that makes him feel that this is Gakhris' fault—since I decided to leave the matter to you, you can't do anything wrong. Mistakes - downright unreasonable.He knew he wasn't unreasonably harsh, and he didn't know what to think.So he was very irritable.

After arriving at Gakhris' camp, Androme tried his best to suppress the overwhelming negative emotions in his heart, but his voice was still as cold as ice: "Gahris, what day is it?"

As soon as the words came out, the boredom and impatience in his heart rose again.What happened to me? !

Gakhris couldn't feel that his heart was on the verge of going berserk, what he received was Androme's indifferent expression and questioning voice.In the past few days, he had to ask Androme to delay the attack time and make promises again and again, and endured the torment of guilt in his heart to maintain his proper speech and behavior, and this time was the same. "I'm very sorry, the enemy's activities on the supply line have been very rampant recently, because there happened to be a small Roman army in the west of us, which should be the subordinates of Servius who were scattered. I have sent people to chase this morning The hijacked supplies are here, if this batch can be recovered, it will be sent to your camp tomorrow. Please wait a little longer." His eyes avoided Androme's face and fell on the collar.

Servius' subordinate... Androme was at a loss for words for a while.He knew who to blame for it, and it was himself.It was he himself who rushed forward in pursuit of a quick breakthrough, and only scattered Servius' troops without destroying them all.At that time, the combat effectiveness of the defense line was indeed destroyed, but now, the dispersed troops recovered their strength and began to counterattack.Gakhris is behind him, besides protecting the supply line, he also has the added responsibility of defending him against enemies coming from behind-although Gakhris never mentioned it to him.

Androme ordered himself to put away the manic negative emotions in his heart.Everyone has bad times, and he can't spread his anger on someone who has nothing to do with it. Gakhris has been bearing this kind of unknown anger for a long time, but he still conscientiously guards the rear for himself.None of these should have been borne by him.

"...If you need, I can go and clean up those remnants first." He was no longer so aggressive, but still said indifferently.

Gakhris smiled, which Androme thought was purely out of grace and politeness. "No need," the young man's bright blue eyes still did not look at him, "Please don't waste your combat power for the time being. It's enough for me to deal with the things I'm in charge of."

Androme suddenly felt that this felt very familiar.He remembered a battle that was already a little blurry in his memory, the city was surrounded by raging fire—was it the Battle of Morpeth?At that time, Gachris was clearly struggling to hold on, but his armor was still neat and shining, and he rushed towards him without hesitation.The current Gachris is the same, but this time it is to help him.

At that time, he insisted on fighting with himself, but now he insists on recovering the things he threw in his hands—although he can't usually see it, but whenever Gachris decides on something, he is also extremely persistent.

Androme said: "Very well. I hope you will keep your promise this time and don't make me wait too long."

"It won't be long," Gachris said. "Tonight I will take all my troops to meet the small enemy army on the west side, and we must destroy them."

Androme couldn't say anything, so he hummed.

Gakhris changed into a slightly brisk tone: "Perhaps tomorrow morning, your supplies will arrive."

"I hope so," said Androme.

There was a strange silence between the two that shouldn't have existed, and Androme felt that he should turn around and leave, but he always felt that there was something left to say.On the contrary, Gakhris spoke first, and his tone was not as polite and appropriate as before.He finally met Androme's eyes and asked:

"Androme, I remember that you are not a guy who is used to being aggressive. Is it because you are sure that I will not give up anyway, so you dare to order me like this?"

Even Androme was stunned at this moment.He thought of his own puzzling question—was Gachris the real answer?He couldn't find the reason himself, and he couldn't measure whether the reason given by others was right or wrong.

The only thing he can be sure of is that something has changed fundamentally over the years, which he doesn't understand and can't control.

He still remembered saying that Gakhris was the one who would never complain constantly because he gave him extra work.

So he asked, "Why don't you?"

——Why don't you, why should I trust you for no reason, and why can't you live up to my trust?Perhaps Gakhris' answer will be the answer to this chain of questions.

Gakhris, however, ultimately said nothing.

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Hilarion soon learned that Sadan sent people to intercept Derangel halfway, and also learned that his assassination was not successful, but the governor of Gaul lost half of his leg and the opportunity to fight again.In a rage, Hilarion deprived Sadan of all his military powers, but did not imprison him nor kill him, but ordered him to leave the front line and return to Toulouse.He saw with his own eyes the convoy escorting, or escorting, Sadan's convoy away from the front, and he did not end the truce with the Roman army until he received conclusive news that he had arrived in Toulouse.

He tried to calm himself down and concentrate on fighting, but what Sadan said before he left couldn't get out of his mind.He looked at Hilarian seriously and said, "Once his identity is revealed to the world, you won't be able to keep him. Because I am far from the only one who hates him."

That's easy to handle, Hilarion convinced himself, now that Sadan has left, no one in the entire army knows that the governor of Gaul is actually a traitor of Visigoth.Just in case, just don't give anyone access to the Governor of Gaul - yes, that would be fine -

In the next half month, the two sides fought several battles, big and small, and Sigoth lost more than he won.It seems that Derangel has not been greatly affected by the sudden disability, and his command is still calm and impeccable.But what made Hilarian nervous all the time was that the chariot was still rampaging on the battlefield without any scruples, and even installed several long blades on the spokes to increase the killing function!Because of the blood and flesh flying everywhere, after several battles, all the Visigothic soldiers knew that it was the car of the governor of Gaul, and hated it to the bone—Hilaryan couldn’t say anything about it review.

He obviously sent a letter to Drangel, and the meaning of the warning could not be more obvious, but the other party completely ignored his words!The same letter can never be sent again. As far as the two of them are concerned, a letter with such content is enough to arouse the suspicion of the Senate.Hilarian had no choice but to give up, thinking that the car was so powerful, even if the whole army was staring at it, it might not be able to do anything to the people in the car.

But the battlefield is always full of surprises.In early February of Camelot 231, the two armies fought at Caesar Augusta.Both parties have paid a heavy price in this battle, and no one can say it is a victory, but a more serious crisis than this is yet to come.After the battle was over, the commander who succeeded Sadan, Hilarion's cousin Mekelon Sasu, came to his cousin angrily.

His questioning was exactly the same as the time when Sadan came, and he just said, "Hilarian, you know that the governor of Gaul was Saluffy's little follower, right?"

Hilarion actually almost jumped up from the chair, and said with a forced face: "General Mecklen, do you think you are a clan, so you can have no king in your eyes?"

Under pressure, Mecklen had to restrain himself, but he still snorted to express his dissatisfaction: "I took off that kid's mask!"

It's over—the only voice in Hilarion's mind.Mecklen remembered Derangel, and those who rose up in the Civil War couldn't forget everything about it.They were young people who had just entered the battlefield back then, and they experienced the feeling of losing their relatives, subordinates and friends for the first time in the confrontation with Salufi. They hated Salufi, but Salufei was executed, and his But the nephew survived, so they hated that fellow-criminal boy even more than they hated Saluphie.Satin wanted to get rid of him quickly, and so did Mecklen.

"I chased him to the side of his chariot, but was besieged. When I was running away, I tore off his mask because of reluctance. Guess what I saw? Those eyes! You can't be wrong—— That ominous color!" Mecklen fixed his eyes on Greece Ryan, "You must know, right?"

Hilarion looked at him coldly, and replied in a sculpture-like voice: "I don't know. I also hope that you will not spread unproven things in the army, General Mecklen."

Mecklen said: "How can you say it is not confirmed? I saw it with my own eyes, and I am sure that the reason why he wore a mask was because of a guilty conscience."

Hilarion sneered: "What you see with your own eyes is the truth? Mecklen, I didn't know you were such an arrogant person. I think it's your obsession with Salufi that blinded your eyes. Your senses." He walked around the table, walked up to Mecklen, softened his tone, looked into Mecklen's eyes and said, "Go back, and don't be obsessed with a hasty glance on the battlefield. .”

Mecklen looked at him for a while, and then said in a more certain, almost certain tone than before: "Hilarian, you have a ghost in your heart."

——Simply the intuition of a beast!Hilarion's heart suddenly tightened again.

Mecklen didn't follow Hilarion's orders.A few days later, rumors spread throughout the barracks, saying that the rebellious son Drager-Gordentius, who escaped the death penalty by chance, not only did not fall down, but instead flourished and became the governor of Gaul. Killed the Sigoths.Mecklen was certainly not the only one to blame for the rumors spreading so quickly, but Hilarion knew he must be involved.So he called Mecklen over.

This time he was far less polite than last time. "General Mecklen, are you blatantly disobeying my orders? Are you demonstrating" to me? Or is it that the status of the clan really made you forget the difference between superiority and inferiority? Before the war, you blatantly spread baseless rumors in the army , are you deliberately disturbing the morale of the army, or are you trying to achieve some ulterior purpose of your own?"

Mecklen knelt in front of Hilarian, looking at the ground, showing respect but not intimidated by Hilarian: "I don't have any selfishness, I just think that all Visigoth soldiers have the right to know the facts! "

Hilarion's indifferent voice sounded above his head: "You only remember what you think, but have you forgotten what my order is?"

"Do not……"

Hilarion didn't even bother to listen to his explanation. "I will punish you after this battle, and double it if you lose."

Mecklen, who was kneeling on the ground, burst out a few veins in his tightly clenched fist, which disappeared helplessly after a while. "Yes, Your Majesty Hilarion."

Hilarion told him that he could go, and Mecklen stood up from the ground, still not afraid of death, and said: "But Your Majesty, I must say that even punishing me will not prevent everyone from knowing what is the truth, and it will also damage your prestige. !"

A murderous intent rose in Hilarion's heart instantly. "Disappear." He repeated without looking back.

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The subsequent development of the situation exceeded Hillaryan's expectations.The Visigoth army was cut from head to tail, and Derangel's entire army lay between the two, cutting off their communication.In the north is Hilarian and a small number of his directly-administered troops, while in the south is the main force led by generals headed by Mecklen.Since the communication was completely cut off, Hilarian's eyes were blackened, unable to issue orders, and unable to know what Mecklen had done.In other words, Mecklen now has ample reason to "resist the fate of the king"——

Hilarion didn't want this to happen, so he fought hard to break the blockade.The Roman commander in front of him was Derangel's subordinate, and the governor himself was not committed to fighting him, but devoted all his energy to Mecklen to the south.He easily guessed Drangel's intention: keep him where he is, and go all out to swallow Mecklen and them whole. If it succeeds, all the wars will end here; if not...he has nothing at all Think about what to do if it doesn't work!Hilarion only felt a pain in the brain.

I don't know why Derangel is in such a hurry to adopt such a plan that has no foundation at all.No, it's not even a battle plan at all, it's a gamble at all.Gambling fate, betting luck, complete victory and defeat.Hilarian felt that he couldn't let it go, and had to open a passage for him to go through before the situation in Valencia in the south got out of control, and regain control of the entire army.Because if Derangel and Mecklen were to fight under such circumstances, the result would probably not be what he wanted to see.

But in the south, Mecklen felt that he had encountered a god-sent opportunity-a god-sent opportunity to kill the governor of Gaul.He felt that anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Gaul governor's move was extremely stupid. Not only was there no strategy at all, it even completely disrupted his own previous step-by-step combat plan.Mecklen heard a bit of rumors. It seems that the governor's physical condition no longer allows him to continue to serve. He wants to end the Visigothic War in his own office, so he will use any means.

Madness!Mecklen thought angrily, he thought the Sigoth was something he could eat in one bite?That traitor and traitor is still so defiant to this day!

At this time, Delangel's identity has been spread in the Visigothic barracks, and the rebellion of Salufi was also brought up again.Under the joint instigation of Mecklen and several generals, the Visigothic soldiers were very motivated and vowed to destroy the traitor.It seems that all the conditions have been met, and it is a certainty that Mecklen will kill Derangel.

In early March of Camelot 231, the army led by Mecklen fought against the Roman army in Valencia.This time the Sigoths had the upper hand, and Derangel tried to reverse the situation and attack Mecklen's flank, but was blocked back.Mecklen seized this opportunity, biting Derangel tightly, and kept breaking into the opponent's line.

His intuition told him that today was the death date of the Governor of Gaul, so he improvised, counted a group of soldiers to follow, and went straight to the chariot surrounded by the enemy.

— Find him and kill him!A beast-like voice in his heart was clamoring, kill the traitor who hindered Sigoth!

The chariot appeared in his vision, and it was easy to find.He noticed that the blades on the spokes were retracted, probably because he was afraid of accidentally hurting his own people.That's great!Mecklen felt a kind of excitement about to start killing, like an electric current, spreading along the spine all the way to the whole body.

He galloped through the enemy army on horseback, slashed his sword to kill all those who stood in front of him, and cursed loudly amidst the splattered flesh and limbs: "Die! Let's all die with him!"

The group of people just blazed a path and chased straight in the direction of the chariot.Knowing their purpose, the enemy soldiers came to protect the chariot and stop them.Mecklen didn't see them at all, all he had in his eyes was the chariot that knew something was wrong and began to retreat.

Suddenly there was a "whoosh", the sound of arrows piercing through the air, and one of Mecklen's subordinates fell off his horse from the corner of his eyes.As soon as he got his hands on the reins, one of the soldiers following him quickly stepped forward to ride alongside him, and said beside him, "Don't worry, keep going. We also have archers."

So Mecklen didn't look back, and ran after the chariot at full speed.The soldier who spoke just now followed him closely.However, there were too many enemies in the way, and the chariot was pulled by two horses, and soon opened a distance from them.Seeing that Drangel was about to escape successfully, Mecklen shouted loudly to the surroundings: "Archers, shoot the arrows! Shoot the horses pulling the cart to death!"

Our own arrows then turned around and flew towards the two horses pulling the cart.With the sound of whirring arrows, Mecklen showed a cruel expression, swiped his sword and chopped off the head of the enemy in front of him, the spurted blood stained his entire forearm, and the head rolled around in the air a few times. Into the middle of the chaotic horseshoes.

One of the horses couldn't bear so many arrows, staggered and then leaned to one side.The chariot shook violently. Fortunately, the soldier driving the chariot had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and cut off the rein connected to the horse with a knife, avoiding the fate of overturning the chariot.A horse pulled the weight of the entire vehicle and continued to run forward.

But this way the speed is much slower.It is also a horse, Mecklen's horse only needs to carry one person, but that horse has to pull a cart, so you can imagine who is faster and who is slower.In addition, the enemy army standing in front of Mecklen was almost completely killed by him, and the distance that was opened before was gradually shortened now.

At this time, the soldier who had been closely following Mecklen spoke again: "There are only a dozen or so people who are still following us."

Mecklen felt that he was one step closer to success, and couldn't help becoming more anxious.He shouted loudly: "Shoot the remaining horse too!! Let's catch up!"

Another arrow flew past behind him, but it was much less than before.An arrow hit the horse's hind leg, and the horse slowed down because of the pain, and the arrows fell on it one after another.The soldier next to Mecklen saw that Dranger's chariot was in trouble, and said, "Good opportunity, you rush to kill him, and I and the rest will defend you for a while. Hurry up!"

Mecklen responded, and the few soldiers left behind moved closer to them. Mecklen cut down two exhausted people who stood in front of him, and rode his horse straight towards the chariot!The Roman soldiers behind him were eager to catch up, but they fought with the Visigoth soldiers and couldn't get away.

Mecklen freed himself from all shackles and charged towards Drangel's chariot without hesitation.The horse was dying and could not run, and the driver could do nothing.Mecklen knew that Derangel lost half of his leg because of Sadan's sneak attack, so he couldn't get out of the car and escape, and he couldn't even stand up, so he could only wait to die on the spot.

As the distance approached, the touch of gold became more and more real in his eyes, and the ferocious violence filled his chest cavity.

——You also have today! !

The soldier in the chariot tried to protect his officer, but before he could do anything, Mecklen's horse kicked up and shattered his ribs.Then General Visigoth jumped onto the chariot with full determination to win, raised his sword and stabbed at the blond governor!

There was a sound of metal impact, and the Gaul Governor's voice was as cold as metal from behind the shield: "General Sasu, have you forgotten that I am still alive?"

Mecklen was indeed taken aback because he failed to kill the opponent with one blow.But then he laughed without hesitation. "Not long to live!" He stabbed his sword again, but was blocked by Drangel again.

"That's true," Derangel's breathing was a little short. It seems that the rumors about his poor health are indeed good, Mecklen thought, "But I just need to last until my subordinates catch up!"

Yes, he said to himself repeatedly in his heart, as long as someone catches up from behind, he's done.Mecklen has only one person, and he can't beat a large army.As long as it's up to that point.

His physical condition is very grim.He is now severely anemic as a result of the poisoning and amputation.In the first few days, he had vaguely noticed that he was more prone to fatigue than usual, but he only regarded it as the price he had to pay for surviving and didn't pay much attention to it until he tried to ride a chariot to the battlefield for the first time.He swung his sword as usual to slay the enemies who tried to attack him, but he could barely hold the sword in his hand.Later, severe dizziness struck, and the ringing in his ears was so loud that it overwhelmed the noise of the battlefield, and his eyes were also filled with shadowy shadows, and he had to withdraw from the battlefield.

——not only can't ride a horse, but can't even fight for a while.The price of surviving is really heavy.

After going back that time, Amferopol was terrified and ordered him not to go to the battlefield again; Hilarion didn't know how to get the news, and sent him a letter with severe words.However, Drangel felt that his existence was more or less a moral support for the soldiers, so he did not adopt their suggestions.But he also had self-knowledge, installed a mechanism on the wheel, and then went back.

This time the mechanism didn't work, and he still had to fight Mecklen face to face.Under the premise that he was absolutely impossible to fight, Derangel used his shield to resist as much as possible, while thinking about how to defeat the opponent later.

Another blow was narrowly dodged by Derangel, and Mecklen's taunt came from his head: "You are a person with only one limb that can be used, and everything you do is futile!"

His blows passed through the shield to Drangel, sending stars staring out of his eyes.But Mecklen's words reminded him.

"In vain?" he said to himself, showing his face from behind the shield. "Like... like this?"

When Mecklen raised his sword and stabbed him, he covered his head with a shield, raised his right foot and kicked him off the car.Then he opened the mechanism on the spokes without doing anything, and the blade that popped out just brushed Mecklen's nose. Derangel picked up the sword that Mecklen dropped on the car before he could react, and pointed at the He stabbed down randomly on his abdomen.

Just this one stab exhausted all the strength he had accumulated.He fell down on the chariot, the strong suffocation and the violent beating of his heart made it difficult for him to even move.Fortunately, Mecklen has not moved for the time being, and I don't know if he is dead or not.Delangel heaved a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and planned to think of a solution for a while.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, another voice rang in his ears, making him tremble.

The man said in a teasing tone: "It's not over yet, my lord governor."

Drangel opened his eyes, and the person in front of him was dressed as an ordinary Visigoth soldier, with short platinum hair and sea-like blue eyes that he was all too familiar with.

Sadan Germanek who hated him to the bone.

"I took a huge risk and ran back from Toulouse for this very thing." Sadan picked up the saber that Derangel had placed beside him, and slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath.

He said, "Do you remember Celine Germanek, Your Excellency?"

Drangel did not die instantly.Sadan's sword didn't hit his vitals, he just picked a place that wasn't too tight and stabbed casually, but after the stab, he pulled out the sword and took it away, and the wound began to bleed continuously.

So Derangel can clearly experience the pain of dying.His consciousness was pulled away quickly, and all the rest of his consciousness was filled with the same sentence.

I'm sorry.

——I tried my best, but I still couldn't succeed.I'm so sorry.

He had also wondered if everything would have been different if Hilarion hadn't exiled himself.He later vetoed it himself.It won't be much better than it is now, he will always be the queen of the criminals, spurned and loathed even if he wears a mask.He would have to live with Hilarion against a bleak outlook.But now, even though he was forced to leave, his mood still remained at that time. He was still willing to be the knight of the Visigoth king and fight for his life to protect him.

——Since there is a kingdom of heaven, death is far from the end.When we meet there again, will you confer on me?

— His Majesty Hilarion.

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In March 231 of Camelot, Governor of Gaul Derangel-Gaudentius died in battle, and Amferopol was recalled.Although the Visigothic general Mecklen-Sasu won the Battle of Valencia, he was seriously injured and died.Satin Germanic was arrested and imprisoned for leaving Toulouse without authorization.

This is just what is written down in the book, but what is not written down in the book is that Mecklen did not die from his injuries, but was executed by the Visigoth king Hilarion.Hilarion confiscated his property and lands, stripped him of his title, and banished his descendants from court forever.However, under such a heavy punishment, Hilarion did not give a single charge.

The situation of the Visigoths was completely reversed after Derangel's death, the Visigoths had the upper hand, and Rome was defeated like a mountain.Almost at the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Arthur's army captured Bologna and opened the gateway to Rome.

The war seemed to be over soon.

The author has something to say: The Hilary Ryan/Governor line is over.

These two characters were created only halfway through the writing of the Scottish volume. As new characters, they really grabbed a lot of scenes, and they are almost the protagonists of the Gallic volume><Do you think I am the author? so irresponsible...

In fact, the relationship between these two people is the same as the two protagonists, the relationship between the king and the knight.It’s just that they are inferior to the protagonist in that the positions of Arthur and Lancelot are consistent at all times, and Lancelot is willing to take Arthur’s position as his position; while Drangel has no such right , he was forced to stand opposite the person he actually wanted to serve and protect, that's why the ending was so tragic.

Next, according to the outline, there should be another chapter about General An's young master, but everyone seems to not like to read it very much. I think about whether it can be deleted or shortened.

Then we will usher in the final chapter of the Gaul scroll =v= General Sadan will still come out to make soy sauce =v=

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In early February of Camelot 231, around the time the Battle of Caesar Augusta broke out on the Visigothic battlefield, Gachris bid farewell to his partner Androme, and led his men to wipe out the remnants of the enemy in the rear.Four days after his departure he returned with all the spoils and news that the rear was completely safe.

"Thank you very much, Gachris. My apologies," said Androme.Gakhris cast him a puzzled look, and the Scot explained: "Because of my impatience and inappropriate words."

Gachris wasn't surprised. He knew that Androme was indifferent, but that didn't mean he didn't understand etiquette. "Ah, it doesn't matter, one of my strengths is that I don't hold grudges. I'm curious about one thing," the black-haired young man showed a bright and warm smile, which Androme hadn't seen for a while, "Androme, Why do you want to stay in the Knights of the Round Table?"

For this question, the other party seemed a little caught off guard. "Because this is His Majesty Akefilo's last order. Also," he looked away slightly, but did not hide it from Gachris, "at the end of the war, some of my old troops left because they refused to surrender. I don’t know where they went. But I think, if I stay in the Knights and don’t leave, then if they are willing to come back to join me one day, they won’t have no direction.”

After he finished speaking, he dared to meet Gakhris' eyes again, but he, who was always confident, felt inexplicably that it would be futile for him to try to cover up any secrets in that bright blue that was as transparent as the clear sky.

that's the truth.Gakhris saw through it at a glance. His so-called "old department" refers to the general Sunan with short blond hair and an unfavorable warlord aura.But it didn't matter, Gachris thought, he hadn't heard from him for nearly six years.

"So that's the case." He smiled, still making people feel like a spring breeze.Then he stepped forward and did another thing that caught Androme off guard.He held Androme's shoulders, raised his head slightly and kissed him on the lips, and then quickly backed away.

"I wish you a successful siege, General Androme." Gachris said happily.

Four days later Arthur assembled his various armies, still with Androme at the vanguard, and attacked Bologna.

Half a month later, the city of Bologna fell.the way to rome