Davidian's Holy Grail War

Then we might be in big trouble. He might even run out of time to reach the rear of Rome because of the detour he takes.

Artoria nodded before answering:

“Yes, I know what you’re thinking. Percival has even lost contact with us now, and we won’t have any way to reach him.”

But the most crucial element of this battle was precisely his surprise attack; otherwise, we would have been forced into a war of attrition with the Romans, which would have contradicted our original intentions.

Davidian stopped forcing a smile; he completely masked his emotions. He took off his cloak, hung it on a nearby rack, and said:

"I understand. I will immediately assemble my troops and launch a surprise attack on the Roman army. The rest is up to you."

Seeing his resolute expression, Artoria felt a pang of pity but could only say, "I'm sorry, David, I always make you take on the most dangerous missions."

She knew very well that regardless of the outcome of this war, it would severely damage Davidian's First Legion, and even Davidian himself would be in danger.

David was taken aback by her words for a moment, but after he came to his senses, he said smugly, "This seems to be the first time I've ever had you apologize to me, kid?"

Having said that, he laughed loudly and walked out of Artoria's tent. Artoria could only hear David's shouts as seven companies of soldiers rapidly assembled at his command.

They will launch a desperate expedition, using these mere few thousand men as their vanguard to launch a fierce attack on the Roman coalition, which still numbers in the tens of thousands.

Perhaps after this battle, many of them will be unable to leave this land and return to their hometown.

But they would still gladly die for our king, because they know their sacrifice is worthwhile, and our king will surely triumph over their corpses!

Chapter 116 The First Wave of Offensive

As Davidon assembled his troops, he could feel a special emotion and power resonating within him and his legion.

For some reason, David seemed to have vaguely grasped a bottleneck.

He always felt that if he broke through this bottleneck, he and his legion would enter a new realm.

Unfortunately, he has only vaguely grasped this bottleneck, and he no longer has much time to feel this special power and emotion.

Now, apart from the Sixth Company which was taken away by Percival, the Ninth and Tenth Companies were left to Winchenrib.

The remaining seven Dalians had all been hit by Davidian, and Tristan was right beside him.

A total of 4,202 warhorses were ready. Although they were infantry, each soldier was equipped with a horse in order to launch a surprise attack on the Roman camp as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, because they had already defeated Rome once and captured a lot of Roman warhorses, they had enough horses.

David stood before everyone, without any pre-battle toast, which would have been too much of a luxury for the British army.

There were no inspiring speeches either; David Ann wasn't good at that.

David simply raised his weapon in front of everyone with the most serious expression and the sharpest eyes.

The loyal First Legion warriors responded in kind, and the next moment everyone mounted their horses and charged out of the camp.

They charged forward, charging like a raging thunderbolt! They had no time to cherish their warhorses.

They must seize every opportunity to raid Rome while it has fortified its camp.

While the Roman army needed a day to travel, their elite legion, aided by warhorses, could cover the distance in just half a day.

The Roman scouts on the road had already spotted the dust cloud trailing behind their army, but they were too late to return and report.

Tristan effortlessly plucked the bowstring, reaping their lives with ease. His superhuman vision, combined with his invisible blade of sound, meant that the enemies could only hear the crisp sound of the strings being plucked in their final moments.

With no regard for the horses' well-being, they galloped at top speed to the Roman allied forces' camp.

The scouts on the watchtower were about to shout when Tristan's Blade of Sound pierced their throats. They dismounted as fast as they could, shouldered their weapons, and headed straight for the Roman camp.

David took the lead, and he could break through the gate with a single fatal blow!

[Moonlight Deadly Strike! Learned Triple Dodge!] Davidian unleashed a powerful crescent-shaped shockwave that blasted open the gates of the Roman allied forces' camp.

The two sides immediately engaged in the simplest yet most brutal hand-to-hand combat. David swung his sword, cutting down all the Roman enemy soldiers he could see, until Sir Rios, Lucius's second-in-command, blocked his path head-on.

It was this Sir Rios who encouraged Lucius to stay and fight Britain, but now he realizes that his decision was somewhat presumptuous.

He originally thought that with the terrain of Sessonne, even if the Britons came, they would be able to stop them.

Unexpectedly, these Britons arrived so quickly and were so powerful that they immediately dragged their entire vanguard into battle.

But in his view, Rome had not yet lost. Although the first wave of British offensive was powerful, its numbers were far from sufficient; these legions of several thousand men were no match for the Roman army's central forces.

Once the entire Roman vanguard is assembled and ready, they can turn around and encircle the British vanguard, then annihilate them.

Moreover, this vanguard even includes the famous dragon knight Davidian and the sorrowful prince Tristan. If these two can be killed or captured alive here, the morale of the Roman allied forces will be greatly boosted.

He even had a bit of envy for the holy sword in David's hand. To be honest, they found it hard to understand why a small country like Britain would have so many divine weapons at this time.

The most elite First Company soldiers, armed with shields and battle axes, followed Davidian. They swung their battle axes to sever the bodies of their enemies and used their shields to block the thrusts of spears and the slashes of swords.

The First Company was already the strongest unit, and in past battles, Davidian didn't often deploy them. But this time, in this most dangerous battle, the entire First Company was committed to the fight.

This group of ferocious veteran soldiers, together with their company commander Stephen, charged forward and slaughtered any enemy that tried to stop them; ordinary soldiers were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in front of them.

Tristan calmly strummed his bow amidst the crowd, slaughtering enemies to protect his own. He surveyed the entire battlefield; the Roman vanguard was slowly encircling them.

Their stamina was also being depleted in the battle. Heavy melee weapons like battle axes were indeed the fastest way to kill, but they were also the most physically demanding.

Now it all depends on whether the second wave of Winchenrib's troops can arrive in time to relieve their pressure. With a wry smile, Tristan abandoned Philnott in his hand and drew the longsword from his waist.

He also joined the bloody battle, and before Winchenrib arrived, he would fight with all his might, never betraying his honor as a knight.

Lucius was observing this British vanguard, having already left his tent when Davies blasted open the gate.

Now he could see the British vanguard fighting a bloody massacre, and he knew that these people were just bait, and there would be at least two or three more waves of reinforcements later.

"A coordinated attack from within and without? Is this your strategy, King Arthur! You want to test your resilience against Rome's strength, is that it? Then let Rome devour your vanguard first."

Lucius drew his cursed sword Florent and charged at Davidian. The moment the cursed sword clashed with the holy sword, Sir Rios immediately and wisely withdrew from the battle; it was no longer a fight he could participate in.

"Go and lead the Roman guards to hold off those bloodied warriors charging forward. As for the dragon knights, let Rome handle them!"

Lucius brandished his sword and engaged David in battle, while simultaneously ordering Rios to lead his guards to block the elite First Company warriors.

He wanted to break the momentum of the British vanguard, form an encirclement around them, and then swallow the entire vanguard whole.

Davidian focused his mind and fought Lucius with all his might. He had to hold him off here and buy time for Wincenrib and Artoria, who were on their way from behind.

Lucius frantically swung his sword to suppress Davidian, who had already exhausted a lot of his strength in the previous charge.

Although he is currently at his peak, his physical exertion is still affecting his performance.

"Join Rome! That tiny island can't showcase your abilities, can it, Dragon Knight!"

Amidst the sparks flying from the blade, Lucius roared!

"Don't even think about it!"

David gritted his teeth and resisted Lucius; he would never yield!

And just as they were fighting, the sound of the legion's footsteps could be heard! Vincenrib arrived before the Roman vanguard could complete the encirclement of David and his men.

Chapter 117 The Second and Third Waves of Offensive

"Commander! I've arrived!"

Vincenrib roared as he charged to the front lines. Abandoning his usual composure, he grabbed his greatsword and hacked down the enemy before him.

To hell with tactics! To hell with calm planning! Given the situation, a full-scale assault is the only option! Just use the simplest and most brutal melee combat to drag all the enemies into battle.

In this situation, what's the point of thinking about battlefield command? Just charge in with passion and brute force! We're here today to fight to the death. Britain and Rome, it's not over until one falls.

Vincenrib's second echelon shattered the Roman encirclement of Davidian and his forces. They greatly relieved the pressure on the vanguard while securing a safe rear.

At this moment, Wenqinlibu immediately led the remaining First Dalian to withdraw from the front line to the rear. Their physical strength was too exhausted, and they really needed to rest for a while.

Vincenrib's reinforcements immediately halted the swarming Romans; his force numbered nearly ten thousand.

This greatly relieved the pressure on the vanguard, allowing those who were injured or severely exhausted to briefly disengage from combat, bandage their wounds, and catch their breath.

But Davidian did not retreat; he now had to remain locked in combat with Lucius.

Rome currently only has its vanguard and part of its central army; it still has many central armies and a well-preserved rear guard.

To create the perfect opportunity for Percival, they needed to draw at least the entire Roman central army to their side. If they could also draw in a portion of the rear guard, victory would be assured.

"Your king hasn't arrived yet, has he? You're pinning all your hopes on that Knight King? You really are a crazy gambler. What if we wipe you all out before that Knight King even arrives!"

Lucius's eyes widened; his aura had almost completely overwhelmed Davidian, and the current battle was entirely in Rome's favor.

David was forced to bite his lip until it bled, and the pain made him even more conscious.

He then swung his sword sharply, knocking Lucius back, and this time he regained the initiative in the battle.

A faint light emanated from the dark sword, and David's unwavering will gradually began to reveal the sword's true nature.

“This is absolutely not a gambler’s act! I believe in him, he will definitely get there! The invincible Rome will surely fail! And you will fail too! Lucius!”

Davidian roared and swung at the same angle and at top speed, the heavy blow forcing Lucius to defend.

Logically, such an attack should have been a good opportunity for Lucius to counterattack, allowing him to strike at Davidana's completely undefended body.

But he had a feeling that even if he did that and killed Davian, Davian would still cleave him in two with that dark sword before he died.

At this moment, Lucius realized what kind of opponent he had encountered: the strong fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the reckless. And the David in front of him was definitely reckless at this moment.

Indeed, to go mad and lead a few thousand men to attack a Roman coalition camp of tens of thousands, one must either be insane or completely reckless to do such a thing.