Davidian's Holy Grail War

The battle between the two sides broke out immediately, but Davidian did not join the fight right away. He couldn't always just charge in and rely on his superior combat strength to crush the enemy.

If they rely entirely on themselves, the legion will be rendered useless. But the current intensity of the war provides the best opportunity to hone the legion. Veterans can quickly familiarize themselves with combat by leading new recruits who are still in training.

This is also for their own good. If they get used to this kind of war, they will be able to do better when facing bigger wars in the future, and they will have a better chance of survival.

Winchenrib surveyed the battlefield. Although King Rodgerens' forces had suffered two defeats in two battles, their archers were indeed quite skilled.

While their arrows weren't guaranteed to hit their mark every time, they at least possessed the suppressive power expected of archers. It's a mystery how they managed to suffer two defeats in two battles, being driven back to the capital; at least, Winchenrib couldn't fathom it.

"Sixth and Ninth detachments, prepare for battle. Beware of the enemy knights' charge."

Wincinreb surveyed the battlefield. The enemy's first wave of attack was quite powerful, so the sixth and ninth battalions could be deployed to relieve the pressure on the seventh and eighth battalions.

When the Sixth and Ninth Companies joined the battle, the pressure on the Seventh and Eighth Companies' front lines was greatly reduced.

Many new recruits, who had only received training and had never been on the battlefield, grew rapidly through this battle. They now recalled and applied the various training methods Bedivere had given them before.

Davidian was genuinely pleased, after all, this was his own legion, his own compatriots.

Sure enough, King Liens' knights launched a charge at this moment. He clearly could not tolerate the current battle line dragging on like this; the longer it dragged on, the greater the psychological pressure on his side would be.

"Commander, the main battlefront is now yours. Archers, unleash a barrage of arrows! Empty your slates! Fire!"

Winchenrib immediately responded. Now that the enemy knights had arrived, his archers no longer needed to conserve their remaining arrows. After clearing this volley of arrows, it was time to unleash melee attacks and annihilate the enemy.

After the archers on Kemreid's side unleashed all the arrows they had brought, Davidian led his four most familiar archers out.

The knights who managed to withstand this burst of arrows were either quite skilled or very lucky, but unfortunately, what awaited them was not victory, but the most terrifying trial.

With a swing of the holy sword, the leading knight was cut down from his horse by Davidian.

With a swing of their battle axes, the four Dalian warriors, except for a few unlucky ones, all directly cut down the knights charging at them.

Then came the advance of the shields, and they quickly opened up the battlefield.

The battle axe and holy sword brought the bloodiest slaughter, suppressing all those who still wanted to fight. The still-warm corpses on the battlefield instantly chilled the blood of every enemy.

We can't keep fighting. They'll all die if they face these enemies.

King Liens was completely dumbfounded. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into?

Forget it, I'd better just leave. Were King Arthur's First Legion really monsters this ferocious?

"Let's retreat. Continuing to fight will only cost us the lives of our soldiers and knights. Sound the retreat horn, let's go!"

King Leons reluctantly ordered the trumpeter to sound the horn; continuing the fight was truly pointless. He had suffered a significant loss, and he would find a way to get revenge later.

With the sound of retreating horns, King Leons' army quickly withdrew. Davidian didn't pursue them; he couldn't be bothered to.

This battle has probably dealt King Leons a painful blow; he shouldn't be able to cause any trouble for a while. Kemreid should be able to enjoy a year or two of peace.

He turned around and looked towards the royal city of Kemreid, where he found Guinevere standing.

David waved at her, and Guinevere responded with the same gesture.

Davidian then joined the cleanup efforts, beginning to deal with the bodies of the fallen.

The enemy's corpses don't matter, but our own bodies need to be properly disposed of. We should also take stock of our losses along the way, wondering how many of our men will never be able to stand again this time.

Guinevere was also very happy at this moment, not only because of the victory on the battlefield, but also because she felt that she had finally found the knight who best suited her ideal.

He is strong, courteous, and not fighting for selfish desires. He is handsome and respectful of women. His only problem might be that he is a little clumsy.

But this is not a problem; his shortcomings are far from affecting his overall performance.

If Davidian knew what she was thinking, he would probably be furious right now, and might even wish he could turn back time to before he arrived.

He never imagined that Guinevere would have such girlish thoughts, nor did he ever imagine that his present self would cause trouble for his future self.

He felt that by winning this match outright, he had avoided a lot of trouble.

Now it's up to the King and Merlin to put on a show. With Artoria's charm, winning over a sheltered young lady like Guinevere shouldn't be a problem at all.

Not to mention the great victory we have received, the Arthurian court is now rising like a new star, and King Rodgerns would certainly be very willing to marry his daughter to our king.

"You'd better thank me properly, Artoria. I settled the war for you before you even arrived. If we can take down Guinevere, this trip will be a huge success. You won't let me down at a time like this, will you?"

Davidian was genuinely happy. He had already done the most troublesome things, so it would be easy for the king to come and enjoy a ready-made meal.

Once things are settled here, we'll return to Karien City. Next year, the real battle against Vortigern will begin.

"Tristan, go tell the kitchen to add more meat, and chop up all the wyverns and Gazingers we hunted earlier. Get to work! It's a rare treat for everyone to have some meat today, so you can't slack off!"

Davidian beckoned Tristan to go help in the kitchen. This guy's cutting speed was no slower than theirs when they were wielding the Holy Sword, so letting him rest would be a waste of manpower.

Chapter 78 The King Has Arrived

At night, the soldiers of the First Legion, except for those from the Tenth Reconnaissance Company, were already happily eating a stew of wyverns and stares in their tents.

Davidian eats this himself. There are currently three people in his tent: himself, Winzenrib, and Tristan.

"Come on, cheers." The three clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp. David finished his drink and a pleased expression appeared on his face.

A drink after a great victory is really wonderful; it instantly makes you feel relaxed.

"Come, come, let me pour you some wine. Have a couple more drinks. Anyway, with such a victory, King Liens shouldn't dare to fight us anymore. I didn't expect that we could win with just the First Legion."

Tristan filled David's glass, and he himself was quite happy, which undoubtedly proved their effectiveness.

Not to mention that he was a newcomer, so it was really great to have such a victory to prove his worth.

Based on the principle that everyone should share the credit for military achievements and the good fortune for everyone.

Today, Wingeon Ribbon also transferred Tristan to the archers' side. With the Sorrowful Prince in charge and leading them, the archers naturally put in even more effort.

Today's victory can be considered the most appropriate outcome achieved through cooperation from all parties.

"Our king will arrive tomorrow. Once we've done what needs to be done, we can set off back. Some of us might even be able to go back tomorrow. There's no point in us staying here anymore, don't you think?"

David looked left and right, and Wincenrib could tell he was a bit tipsy. After all, they had won such a victory today, and David was usually too busy to drink much. It was normal for him to be like this after relaxing for a while.

"Yes, indeed, we've already extricated this area from the predicament. However, my suggestion is to stay a few more days until King Liens has completely withdrawn from Kemreid's territory before leaving."

If they don't leave, then we'll continue our attack until we completely drive them out of here. What do you think, Commander?

Wingin Ribbon offered his advice: it would be best to wait a few more days until King Leons left before they departed.

David nodded; Wincenrib's suggestion was undoubtedly correct. They weren't in a hurry; staying a few more days before leaving wouldn't be too late.

"Well, let's go all the way and do as you say. Oh, and by the way, keep their military discipline in check. Don't let them get too carried away just because they've won a battle. If they cause any trouble for me here and embarrass the King, then don't blame me for being ruthless and dealing with them according to military law."

Davidian thought of this. Although the First Legion was known for its strict discipline, there was no guarantee that, under such a victory, one of these men might lose control and cause trouble.

"I know, I'll explain this to the brothers again when I'm on patrol later."

Wingin Rib picked up a piece of wyvern wing tip and ate it directly. This thing was stewed until it was soft and full of protein, which was perfect for people like them who were on the march and fighting.

The three men clinked glasses and drank merrily. In the end, it was Wincenrib who helped Tristan back to his tent, while Davidian comfortably laid out a blanket and lay down in his own tent.

Thinking about it, this is much better than when I used to travel around Britain, when I had to sleep in the open. Now at least I have a blanket to lie on and a quilt to cover myself with.

As the heat of battle subsided, David An pondered the situation carefully and still felt somewhat helpless.

This kind of life gradually became the norm, and endless war and death became the main theme of his life.

But he couldn't escape it all. Since he had decided to fight for Artoria's ideals, he was willing to accept it all.

No matter how helpless or sad he feels, he will still step forward and keep fighting.

[If I were to live here for several more decades, could I still safely return to my original state and go back to live with my parents?]

This was the last thought that flashed through his mind before he fell asleep.

At dawn, he got up and washed as usual, went out to inspect the camp, and then prepared to welcome the king.

"Would you like some honey water, Commander? Among the things King Rodgerens sent earlier, there was a jar of fine honey, so I took some and made some honey water."

Winnie Ribbon came over to him carrying a jar of honey water. David nodded; eating sweets always makes people happy. And it's not addictive; it's the simplest and most basic enjoyment.

The two of them sipped their honey water and enjoyed the morning sunlight. Their leisurely time only ended with Artoria's arrival.

"Thank you for your hard work, David. I have received the intelligence you sent. I did not expect to drive back King Liens in one battle. This is a great achievement and has reduced a lot of losses."

Artoria dismounted and approached Davian. It was indeed best to resolve things this way. Davian had already achieved the greatest result with the least effort; the rest was up to her.

Davidian was a little embarrassed by her praise, but he still said rather proudly:

"Oh, it's only right. From the first battle in Karien City until now, when have I not been at the forefront of the charge and the rearguard? I am your general and your champion, it's only right that I do these things."

Hearing his words, Artoria smiled with satisfaction. She patted David on the shoulder and said, "Then keep up the good work! My general, my champion."

"Yes!" Davidan straightened up and bowed to Artoria. The two had a very close relationship, and as a friend, Davidan felt deeply pleased about it.

Meanwhile, Merlin had already arrived at the court in Kemeridian. King Rodgerns sat opposite him, and the two were discussing the marriage between King Arthur and Guinevere.

“If I had heard about this before, I might have hesitated. But now I won’t…”

King Rodgerens sighed.

"Merlin, times have really changed."

The chaos in Britain will end in the hands of King Arthur. When I saw yesterday how easily David and his First Legion could crush King Leigh's army, I knew that the era of our generation was over.

Next, it will be their era.

Merlin smiled and said with satisfaction, "Of course, otherwise why would I have spent so long nurturing King Arthur?"