"Shut up! You vile scoundrel! You despicable brat! I will never trust you again!"
"Are you saying that after losing on the battlefield, you're going to lose your composure too?" A smiling remark made Andrew fall silent.
"The upper limit is still five thousand men, with no lower limit! But our King wishes to cut down generals and seize their banners! She will lead one hundred and fifty Royal Guards to personally confront you. I wonder if Mr. Andrew is interested?" Kayal's words made Andrew's mind race with calculations.
"If we directly cut down their new King here, then their army will completely collapse, right? Or is this another one of that brat's plans? To let the King die directly and then control the entire country himself? Very possible! However... as long as I have the merit of killing the enemy King, then even if the opposing vanguard charges through, there will be no leader to consolidate the Knight Order, right? And with such merit, even if I retreat, there will be no excuse to impeach me, right?" Thinking this, Andrew smiled gleefully.
"Then I shall grant your wish!!!" Andrew forcibly suppressed his excitement and joy, feigning generosity as he spoke.
Then he turned his head and whispered to his subordinates: "Send over the most elite Knights. Don't use the Title Knights; their merits are too great, and they'll become nobles."
His subordinates retreated, looking understanding.
Even within Scotland, there were divisions of interests. Faced with new nobles, the old nobility had no other method but suppression. It wasn't that no one had thought of expanding territory, but Scotland was also in a very difficult situation: above Scotland were coastlines of cliffs and precipices, with no place to cross the sea for commerce.
Although Ireland below dared not provoke Camelot, it was fine for them to raid Scotland for spoils every year.
After Scotland was plundered by Ireland, lacking ships, they had no means to retaliate. At such times, when a group of people faced starvation, they could only organize newly promoted Knights to raid Camelot. If they plundered enough, some wouldn't starve. If they failed to plunder, then these Knights shouldn't expect to return—the Grand Duke of the North was not to be trifled with.
Faced with this situation, newly promoted nobles would decisively cut into the interests of the old nobility. Therefore, for new nobles, besides being suppressed, the only way to rise was to pledge allegiance to an old noble, who would then carve out a small piece of their own interests for them to slowly accumulate.
Thus, Andrew, as a descendant of an old noble, clearly harbored a great deal of wariness towards the new nobles.
Unlike the dense phalanx earlier.
The people on this side formed an arrowhead shape. Riding a black steed with white hooves, Artoria appeared incomparably heroic.
Kayal looked at the phalanx below with satisfaction, but in his heart, he was calculating how much military strength would be needed to crush the opponent in an instant with Lily's prestige?
A noisy sound from behind made Kayal frown slightly and turn around.
The newcomer was Bedivere.
Bedivere was stopped by Kayal's Royal Guard, Bode, but she looked angry and anxious.
"Sage Lord, are you crazy?!" Since Merlin was captured, although Kayal still held the title of Little Sage, no one called him Little Sage anymore. As one of the most powerful humans in this country, most people uniformly called him: Sage Lord.
"One hundred and fifty men against five thousand! How could you propose such a battle with such a disparity in numbers! How dare you propose it!" Bedivere said anxiously. Her bronzed skin and light white hair could not conceal her beauty. Despite her disability, she had earned a place among Camelot's top ten Knights through her excellent skills. It must be said that, from a woman's perspective, many men cannot accept women who are stronger than themselves.
"Watch your tone, Sir Bedivere!" Kayal's chief disciple, Agons, stepped forward, accusing her with a tone of displeasure.
Kayal's disciples had very complex feelings for Kayal. Like a brother? Like a father? More like a teacher, a perfect idol, someone they aspired to become in the future, perfect like him. Love? Adoration? More than that, respect!
Therefore, they would never allow anyone to insult Kayal! Not Artoria, the former Royal Guard and now King! Not Kayal's father! Not the Claymores!
They even disliked the intimate attitude the Claymores had towards Kayal!
It was a negative emotion mixed with jealousy and envy.
Even Bedivere, the seventh Knight of the kingdom, was absolutely not allowed!
"My apologies! I was rude!" Bedivere bowed slightly, apologizing for her tone just now. She had been a little anxious, and being reprimanded like that immediately calmed her down.
"Agons, apologize to Knight Bedivere." Kayal's face hardened, but not for Bedivere.
"My apologies, Sir Bedivere, I was rude just now!" Agons knew that Kayal advocated hierarchy and respect for elders. In terms of status, Bedivere, who controlled thirteen armies of the empire, was much higher than him. He had just been fighting for Kayal's dignity, but now he had to apologize for the system.
"Knight Bedivere, I already know your intention." With a slight smile on his lips, Kayal nodded lightly: "I am very happy that you are loyal to Lily, but I must say that if she knew your thoughts, she would be furious."
"You underestimate her." Kayal's smiling gaze carried trust and entrustment for Artoria: "And you underestimate the Title Knights too much."
"Knight Bedivere." Kayal's gaze turned to the Knights who had neither shields nor spears, holding a Knight's two-handed sword and about to charge.
The two-handed swords used by the Knights were similar to the greatswords in "Braveheart," with a slightly reduced blade but enhanced sharpness and flexibility. A blade nearly one and a half meters long would cause massive casualties with just a swing. And the Knights, while their horses galloped, grasped the Knight's sword with their right hand and the reins with their left, thus swinging the long sword weighing six kilograms.
With Artoria as the spearhead, two torrents of steel crashed together, the immense impact even shaking the earth.
Both sides of the formation paused simultaneously, then instantly engaged in a fierce struggle. Like a sharp arrowhead, adorned with golden light and dazzling luster, Artoria was like a flower on the battlefield. Her golden greatsword reflected her golden hair, like the light of victory.
Kayal wasn't calculating numbers, but the opponent's morale!
"It's time!" Kayal murmured, then sharply turned his head: "Knight Bedivere, immediately lead your men to charge from the right! Order Knight Gareth to charge from the left! Crush the enemy immediately!!!"
"Yes!!!" Bedivere, who had long been anxious about Artoria's safety, no longer cared about Knightly courtesy.
She responded loudly, directly spurring her horse down the steep slope, drawing her sword. With a slightly hoarse voice, she roared: "Light Knight Order! Follow me!!!"
"Knights! Charge!!!" Gareth's roar echoed across the battlefield.
One was a Light Cavalry Regiment, the other a Heavy Cavalry Regiment. Kayal, however, intended to observe the differences in performance between the two types of troops on the battlefield!