Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

The total number of Saxons and Picts in the city now exceeds 4,000.

Most of them are infantry.

There were only a few hundred cavalrymen.

To prevent the enemy reinforcements from the north from causing any complications, you, Artoria, and the Knights of the Round Table discussed sending out a thousand infantry and cavalry troops in three groups.

[Occupy the three main roads leading to Camelot's capital]

[These 1,000 people are only for early observation and to prevent enemy reinforcements]

[And block the enemy's retreat route]

[The key to this war is King Arthur and Vortigern. If Vortigern had the idea of retreating and moving]

[Then this allocated military force can also play a role]

【This is necessary deployment consumption】

[As a result, the original 3,000 soldiers were reduced to only 2,000.]

You must rely on these two thousand men to defeat Vortigern.

[Although you have a clear disadvantage in numbers, at least you have far more cavalry than Vortigern.]

You and Altria reached a consensus.

The most important hub of this war is Vortigern.

[Killing it would have a significant impact on the morale of the Picts and Saxons.]

[Winning is not impossible]

Therefore, a head-on confrontation based on military strength will not work. That would be the most strenuous and costly approach for you.

You think about it and discuss it with Altria.

[We must try our best to create a situation where Vortigern is forced to leave the city and engage them. As long as we can transform the disadvantage of using large numbers of people into a fight between generals, we can still win.]

On the strength of top generals

You have Altria and Gawain, both holding holy swords, and you, the Realm Dragon.

[Top-level combat power is not inferior at all]

"Just as you said, Moran. Although the Saxons and Picts are numerous, only a small number of them can truly demonstrate their strength on the battlefield. The others are just miscellaneous soldiers who are sent into battle at the last minute."

Artoria slowly stopped on her white horse.

Her holy sword radiated a dazzling star-like light, stained with the warm blood of her enemies.

Excalibur

Meili did not break her promise.

Although there was an incident with the loss of the Sword of Choice, fortunately she delivered the holy sword on the eve of the war.

"Divide the troops into seven groups and besiege the enemy city.

Now we have won three battles in a row, and even if Vortigern is very patient, he will soon be unable to sit still."

Moran also rode a horse.

Divide the two thousand troops into seven groups and attack from different directions.

Try to make Vortigern think they are weak.

At the same time, it is also a provocation to the enemy.

Even if Vortigern, the monster, could endure, the Picts and Saxons, as humans, could not sit still.

However, they didn't expect that King Arthur was not only powerful in himself.

The troops under his command are all elite.

Even if their numbers were less than half of the enemy's, they would still be enough to crush the enemy troops coming out of the city.

Except for the leaders Moran and Altria.

Leading the rest of the troops were Gawain, Agrawen, and Gareth.

The above-mentioned people are all knights among knights.

Looking at the military situation on Vortigern's side.

Although their numbers are huge, the only general they can represent is Vortigern.

The advantages and disadvantages of both sides are obvious.

[Just as you expected]

Under the leadership of you and King Arthur, the morale of the troops continues to rise, and they defeat the enemy one after another.

"We can win! We can defeat the alien race! We can defeat the dragon!"

"Please lead us! Bring us victory!"

People are convinced despite the disparity in numbers.

[However, with these two thousand elite soldiers, they are fully capable of confronting Vortigern's four thousand troops.]

They think they can win

The soldiers and knights never doubted the King's power, nor did they question the decisions of the strongest dragon.

[Your mind, skills, and body are all impeccable, and your decisions and judgments are flawless.]

[Altria has become deeply rooted in people's hearts as the king]

You also feel sad about coming to this point.

If victory in every battle is a requirement for being a king, then Altria is undoubtedly the undefeated god of war.

[She is the king who grew up under your watchful eyes]

[She was able to win several battles despite being at a disadvantage due to her kingly majesty.]

[He personally led the charge. Every time the knights and soldiers followed his figure, they were certain that Britain would have a bright future.]

[However, only this last time]

[This king's war is filled with darkness and danger, even the aurora of the strongest dragon seems to fade——]

[Baby King Votigeng]

[Under the tragic circumstances of repeated defeats by the enemy, he finally chose to leave the city and fight a decisive battle with King Arthur]

[As the commander, Artoria and you agree that as long as Vortigern is killed, everything will be fine.]

[At least it can bring the invasion of foreign races to a standstill]

[Isn’t Vortigern the same?]

As long as he could kill the undefeated King of Victory and destroy Great Britain's last spark of hope, he was certain he could completely take Britain into his own hands this time—

Your intelligence has been miscalculated.

[The previous military strategy was based on the premise that the enemy only had 4,000 men, but this was not the case.]

[The true number of troops under Vortigern]

[There are a full 7,000 people in the city alone]

The remaining troops stationed in other fortress cities also have tens of thousands of support troops.

They can come at any time.

"Moran, this is going to be another tough battle."

Artoria looked at the dark mass of enemy troops in the distance.

You can tell the approximate number of people at a glance.

It was three times the size of the army she led, and the battle was taking place in the open highland swamp.

"The intelligence was miscalculated, which was to be expected. We don't have much time to confirm the accuracy of the intelligence. Now the situation is beyond retreat..."

Moran wasn't surprised the intelligence was wrong.

Their troops went deep into enemy territory, facing various disadvantages in terms of numbers and insufficient logistical supplies.

The support is weak and the rear is tight.

This was as true for Vortigern as it was for them.

The British Isles have had almost no harvest in recent years, and even the forests no longer provide benefits to humans.

They cannot afford a long war.

There is not even enough time to confirm accurate intelligence, and the time spent waiting for intelligence is not enough for the front line to be resupplied.

It was impossible to rely on robbing supplies from other tribes along the way, as Vortigern had already looted them before the war started.

Whether they are Britons or Picts.

Or perhaps the Saxons, a foreign race.

He forcibly took them all into the city in the name of protection, eliminating the possibility for King Arthur to obtain supplies on the spot during the battle.

It can be said that it is so unfavorable that it makes people shake their heads and sigh.

Altria brought countless victories to the army, but when she saw that the enemy's number was three or four times her own.

A sinister feeling, as if staring into the abyss, came over me.

The troops still believed in the glory of the king.

The fact that they are still not afraid at this moment is a direct manifestation of this.

"However, there's still a chance of a breakthrough. Vortigern is currently among the enemy troops. If we can find and kill him, then this war could be turned around for us."

"Haha, Moran, you and I are thinking the same thing. I guess Vortigern thinks the same thing."

"That's right, otherwise, he wouldn't have come forward."

Moran and Altria smiled faintly.

Both of them have experience as kings, and they will not be cowardly even when facing the most difficult and dangerous situations.

You shouldn't wear a gloomy expression when you go into battle.

You should crush your enemies with a dashing smile.

Altria, who has been taught by Moran since she was a child, has remembered this very well.

"But that guy is not easy to deal with. Artoria, you lead the army. I will deal with that guy face to face. He is not an enemy that humans can defeat. There is no need to waste too many lives on him."

"Moran, do you want to confront it alone?"

Artoria's brows furrowed slightly.

As a king, she knew that this was undoubtedly the best choice and the optimal solution for the army.

However, there are some things that cannot be ignored.

"How long has it been since you went back to Avalon?"

"this......."

Moran fell silent for a moment.

He finally responded with a sigh.

"Hey, can't you just let me show off?

As a king, Leah, you should be more decisive. You don't need to worry too much about my problems. Victory in this war is... "

"Before becoming king, one of the wishes I made was to protect you! If victory requires sacrificing you, then for me, such a war—"

"No, you can't say any more. As the battle approaches, if you say this, it will shake the morale of the troops..."

Moran said this in a scolding tone.

But, the tone was very gentle.

"I will hold on. This is the only promise I can make you. An island plunged into madness requires a being of equal stature to confront it. I, who have always watched over Britain, am the best choice."

I am constantly enduring the pain brought by the world.