The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 42 The Knight's Supreme Courtesy

The brutal offensive and defensive battle is over.

As if in response to Menechel's robbing of the camp last night, the rebels attacked the city with a ferocious posture, charging forward desperately even against the arrow rain of the guards in the city.Even though every guard had tried his best, he was still almost knocked open by the enemy, and there were countless people who forcibly climbed the city wall.

Menechel gently wiped away the blood on his face, and the arrow sores left by the arrows healed visibly with the naked eye.Obviously, he didn't experience many battles in a day, but Menechel already felt a little tired.

But those who know how to bow are all arranged to shoot arrows, and those who can only chop people like Menechel are responsible for beheading the enemies who rush to the city wall.But the fighting will of those knights who charged up the city wall was far beyond Menechel's imagination. Even though their bodies were pierced by swords, they still hugged Menechel's body tightly, trying to throw Menechel down the city together.

It's hard to imagine that what they robbed last night was actually this kind of dead man's camp.

"There are still too few people."

Beside Menechel, the guard of Galo City did not hide his disappointment at all.The hair of this middle-aged man who has assisted two generations of kings is already a little gray.This old man over half a century old is struggling to lean on the pillar at this time, and his job, like Menechel's, is to block the enemy from the upper city.

"Sir Hector, you should rest first." Menechel was not uncomfortable because of this man's unrestrained speech. When facing this middle-aged man, he showed a little patience. The knight is one of the few veterans who has not compromised with the nobles, especially because of the status of the other party.

Merlin mentioned Sir Hector before departure, he is Kay's father, and Artoria's adoptive father.He was a little afraid that the old man would die suddenly due to overwork, and it would be difficult for him to explain to Artoria.

After entering the city, Menechel did not inquire about the whereabouts of Lanmark. From the few words of Sir Hector, he knew that Lanmark had not entered the city. Presumably, Lanmark also encountered the same problem as them. I just don't know whether Lanmark found a solution or was solved by the problem.

"Having said that, as you can see, no matter how strong the city of Belu is, the difference in military strength is too great."

Collecting the forces of the four kings of the northern border to attack the newly born Camelot, no matter how many people think about it, it is impossible to have an advantage.

Even though Menechel led the people to rob the camp very successfully, the rebels didn't really get hurt, and they even launched a more violent siege in order to save face.

"I don't know if the king will send reinforcements." Sir Hector sighed lightly, and the worry on his face was a little bit stronger at this time: "Otherwise, the city will be destroyed sooner or later."

Except for the city of Galo, which is backed by the highlands, there is no second city in the Beidlin Plain. Therefore, once the city of Galo is lost, the northern rebels will advance unimpeded into the hinterland of Camelot.

Menechel didn't answer Sir Hector's question directly. In fact, he already knew the answer. There was a high probability that Artoria would not send more reinforcements—not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't.

As if agreed upon, when the four kings of the northern border launched a rebellion, the forces outside of Britain were also on the verge of movement, forcing Artoria to send the troops she originally supported to the southern border.

Even if 1000 of Gawain's men moved in, the total number of guards in Galo City was only over [-], and some of them were temporarily recruited by Ector from the civilian population.

"Fortunately, there is still enough food in the city to last for a while." Sir Hector looked at the temporarily retreating enemies below the city and the corpses left behind the city. He stood up with support and ordered the staff to clean up the battlefield later.

Under the rounds of offensive and defensive battles, the city's originally abundant food became more abundant, even if there were suddenly a thousand more mouths at this time.

After all, after every battle, many mouths that need to be fed will be saved.

Under the scorching sun, the bloody smell permeating the city wall became more and more intense, and the tiny flying insects attracted by the smell flew around. Sir Hector moved a few steps closer to Menechel, without chasing him away. The power of flying insects.

The disgusting smell of blood made Menechel think of something. He glanced at the equally tired and panting Aggavin, and asked Sir Hector:
"Is there an independent water source in the city?"

"A branch of the Tomari River was garrisoned in the city by the former king, and every time it rains, the box door will be released to release water, so the stagnant water in the outside world is actually artificially created by us." Menechel has not yet opened his mouth to tell Aggui Sir Hector had already seen through Wen's strategy. He shook his head and sighed: "We have done this before, but it is impossible to succeed. Even when they are attacking the city, they will send a team to attack the city." An order of knights guards the water."

The result of their initial attempt was that none of the teams that sent out the abandoned corpses could return.The superiority in numbers was fully demonstrated at this moment, and it was impossible for Galo City to squeeze out a full number of knights to poison.

"A... order of knights?"

On the narrow and crowded city wall, he was able to display the same strength as Gawain, but in a space wide enough to let go of his hands and feet, he, Menechel alone, was a knight order.

Menechel took a deep breath, the armor on his body creaked as his body rose and fell, and the flying insects that were attracted by the smell of blood were frightened and moved further away from him.Hector looked at Menechel with a feeling, and the young man who took off his headgear because of the sultry weather showed a smile of victory.

The elongated and dilated pupils like vertical pupils suddenly turned to Hector, and Menechel said, "That's enough, I can go alone."

Those knights who were stationed there were only 300 in total. Menechel didn't pay attention to them at all. After killing them all, they collected materials from the local area. It only needed to discard some corpses, and the entire water source would be polluted and become undrinkable.

"Are you alone?" Hector looked at Menechel in surprise.

"I'm enough alone."

Hector's face turned serious, and in an instant he understood the cause and effect of the matter - this young knight must have wanted to break through the siege alone, and drowned his body in a water source guarded by hundreds of knights in a suicide attack .

"I understand." Hector looked sad, he stood up straight and saluted Minechel with the highest etiquette next to the knights who meet the king: "Camero can have a knight like Qing God's mercy."

Death is not terrible, but knowing that death is inevitable but insisting on dying for righteousness is the most primitive fear of human beings, and those who have overcome such primitive fears should be respected by everyone.

Seeing Sir Hector, who was obviously imagining some strange plot, Menechel awkwardly shifted his gaze away, and then met Aggresvin's scorching gaze.

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