It was England that first introduced the concept of snipers and successfully sniped most of the low and mid-level Nazi officers in the trench warfare of World War II.
It was England that first introduced the concept of special operations and established the SAS (Special Air Service), achieving success in land, sea, and air operations. One could say it was the first country for modern special operations.
It was still England, though it was England three thousand five hundred years ago, but the concept of warfare had not changed at all... Apart from the sea, Kayal could only say these Knights were invincible...
Let's first talk about the equipment of the Knights.
A full set of iron armor, including for the horse.
This goes without saying, they all had the standard Knight's gear: a sturdy round shield, a sharp Knight's longsword. Perhaps the only difference was the Knight's lance, which was originally made of wood and would break on impact...
The original two-meter-long Knight's lance was not shortened at all, but it was quite different from the original wooden design: it was cast from the strongest mixed metal of that era—copper and iron. Copper prevented the Knight's lance from rusting, while iron made it much sturdier.
Are you kidding me!
Looking at that two-meter-long lance, even five hundred Knights would require thousands of square meters of land to gallop—and this was just the space needed for formation. If they were to charge, they would need even more space.
Although he knew their formation would become dense when they charged, and those two-meter-long lances would become like a forest of spears, Kayal still felt very uncomfortable and slightly disdainful of this cold weapon combat style. Perhaps it was because he had seen too many high-quality battles and wars; from rifles, tanks, and nuclear bombs in the distance, to Teresa and Priscilla up close, Kayal simply couldn't take this kind of combat seriously, until—the Knights finished singing and began their charge.
"What do they want to do! Is Leyton crazy!" The enemy was completely holed up in the city, refusing to come out. Knights, who were capable of fighting a hundred men in open battle, couldn't display their true strength against these cowardly enemies hiding in the city. Were they supposed to charge the city walls! Don't be ridiculous! This was a major command error!
"It's not Leyton, Leyton wouldn't make such a foolish decision... Has that idiot commander become overconfident just because he has military authority!" Kayal thought for a long time and could only attribute this command error to some non-existent commander.
Gawain, stifling a laugh, tugged at Kayal's sleeve: "Kay, just watch quietly."
Kayal frowned and looked at Gawain questioningly, then turned back to stare intently at the advancing Knights, who, like tanks, charged towards the town's tall city walls with a rumbling roar.
Even from this distance, he could feel the slight tremor of the earth. Two thousand Knights brought more than just that!
They hit!
Kayal couldn't bear to watch!
Like Don Quixote charging windmills, these Knights unhesitatingly charged the city walls made of bluestone... But the roar of the earth made Kayal open his eyes...
"They actually broke through!" Kayal watched in disbelief as Ira was penetrated by the Knights as if it were tofu. He pulled at his hair in disbelief: "Oh my god, damn it, someone tell me what's going on... This can't be made of such shoddy material!"
They broke through!
That's right! Like a thin wooden board, like tofu, the thick city wall... was pierced through by the dense spear formation as if it were made of plastic. The Knights ignored the wails of the city wall and simply smashed through it. Then the entire Ira was ravaged again: the last time was the good deed of the Gauls, and less than a month later, karma arrived.
While most of the Gauls were still indulging in wine, roasted meat, and women, King Uther, who unknowingly aimed to eradicate them and bury the entire Ira with these Gauls, paid no attention to the lives of the Camelot residents still alive within Ira. In his view, rebuilding an Ira was too much trouble; it was better to directly deal with these roughly one hundred thousand Gauls all at once—even after he died, such casualties among the Gauls would be enough to keep Camelot worry-free for five years.
This would pave the way for his descendants—as for how many people would die in Ira, and how many Gauls would be killed, that was not his concern. Sometimes, a king must be ruthless.
One hundred thousand!
A colossal number!
I wonder if anyone has ever given a report or something on a school stage... Looking down from above, it's a dense mass of human heads, but even that many people are actually less than eight hundred... One can imagine how many a hundred thousand, more than a hundred times eight hundred, truly is—stretching for thousands of miles!
Despite being surrounded from three directions, there were still not that many people who could be killed instantly!
Now, every Knight who charged into the city had three or four people on his lance, like a barbecue skewer? You wouldn't even be embarrassed to bring that out. Seven or eight people on a skewer, how satisfying to roast!
However, this would also affect the horse's charging speed. Although Kayal's mind was almost driven mad by the reasons for the horsepower, the warriors, whose speed was affected, decisively threw away their lances: anyway, with the markings and family crests, they could easily retrieve them.
Drawing their Knight's swords, the Knights transformed from the bloody Count Dracula (Note 1) into head-chopping, throat-slitting Celts, charging forward while wildly singing battle songs amidst flying enemy heads.
The Gauls' courage was shattered. Like stray dogs, like frightened foxes, they lacked even basic tactics. They swarmed towards the dozen large ships in the port.
Kayal watched with his own eyes as an endless stream of people, like ants, continuously boarded a large ship, and the sheer weight dragged the ship completely below the waterline, causing it to capsize.
The remaining people in the water wailed, trying to get ashore, but countless Gauls on the shore wanted to squeeze onto what seemed like an ark that could escape the steel torrent. With people constantly being pushed off, how could anyone spare the effort to pull up a friend, or even a brother, who might have been with them before?
So, the best outcome for those in the water was to exhaust their strength and gurgle down to the bottom of the sea. A more tragic outcome was to climb up repeatedly only to be kicked back down... The Knights' pursuit finally reached the port. Perhaps due to exhaustion or some other reason, the Knights began slaughtering the Gauls on the port, but they did not board the ships to completely annihilate them. The Gauls on the ships, setting sail, watched trembling as the Knights ran back and forth on the dock, slaughtering their compatriots. They felt no anger or hatred towards the Celtic Knights for massacring their own people, only endless fear and terror.
Ultimately, whether bandits, pirates, or races, those who seize such things are all the same: devoid of any human compassion, yet terrified of power to the point of being unable to resist... In the end, of the more than ten large sailing ships that the Gauls had launched, only five, swaying precariously and carrying their wounded spirits, drifted down the river towards the open sea—what they didn't know was that Kayal's muscular father, Grand Duke Andre etoque, had already blocked the estuary with his few warships, a on his face. Back then, with your many ships and men, we couldn't do anything to you. A landlubber is even worse than a turtle! Now we have more men! Are you prepared for the consequences of your failed invasion?!!