The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

Menachem only knew Gawain from the few words they had exchanged before, so he was not sure whether Gawain and Aggiven could open the city gates. He was just betting that the general of Bilu City was eager for reinforcements to boost his morale.

They had no independent food supply route, and if they did not enter the city, they would have no other choice once the food and grass with the army ran out. But Menachel was so bold that he dared to put the lives of a thousand people, including himself, on the whim of others without even a moment of hesitation. In a sense, he could be called abnormal.

If a kind person is not in charge of the army, there will be casualties in every battle.

Gawain and Agrawen were not hypocritical, and rode two horses to secretly bypass the enemy before Menechel was ready to act. Menechel gave the rest of the horses to the follow-up troops, and only took four knights as advance personnel to lurk towards the enemy camp.

In a situation where they were relying on sneak attacks, the sound of horse hooves would only cause extra trouble. After taking off his heavy armor, Menechel moved very quickly. In order to reduce the risk of being exposed, he did not even carry his heavy sword, but only used the most common knight's sword.

Although there was no tacit understanding, the knights of Camelot coordinated with each other with minimalist movements that were worthy of "elite" and quickly killed the guards at the gate. Menechel also immediately removed the short wooden stakes that served as a temporary city wall.

Fortunately, the rebel camp was laxly guarded and did not even have a sentry post, which saved Menechel a lot of trouble.

Red and black lightning snakes appeared on Menachere's body, which was extremely harsh in the quiet night. Then, the next moment after the lightning disappeared, the sound of galloping horses rang out around. Forty-eight cavalrymen followed by more than a hundred infantrymen drove at full speed towards this place.

"Enemy attack!"

The rebels in the camp let out a long howl, but these rebels, who had lived in peace for too long, were already accustomed to besieging the defenders, and no one expected that someone would raid the camp.

As a result, the rebels who rushed out of the tents were panicked. Not to mention wearing helmets and armor to resist, most of the soldiers didn't even have clothes on. They ran out of the tents and fled in all directions, causing chaos.

Camelot's thousand soldiers gained the upper hand for a moment, and the battlefield was in chaos. Menechel rode first into the camp and set fire everywhere.

The cloth tents were quickly set on fire, but the dark, windless night prevented the sparks from turning into a blaze that stretched across the entire camp. However, the rebel camp was thrown into chaos in the blink of an eye.

Occasionally, soldiers holding weapons rushed out of the tent, but they seemed at a loss when faced with their companions fleeing in all directions. They did not know where their commander was, nor did they know who to attack. Without organization or orders, it was impossible to form an effective counterattack force with their own strength alone.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Menechel led his team to kill dozens of people. A group of cavalrymen were quietly separated and led more than a hundred soldiers on foot to charge outside the camp, while he himself led another 46 knights on foot to charge left and right, constantly creating chaos. The spacious plain turned into a racecourse at this time.

"What's going on? Stay still!"

In the camp's main tent, a knight who had just put on his armor ran out in dishevel. Seeing the chaos in the camp, he was so angry that his mustache trembled. He grabbed a guard who had not yet put on his armor and shouted, "Why are you running? Don't run! Where is your chivalry?"

The guards were relieved when they saw their commander appear, and they responded immediately. At the same time, another guard came over on horseback.

"Lord Izkaga, please retreat immediately... there are more than a thousand enemies."

"Nonsense!" Izkaga glared and shouted. He grabbed the warhorse that the guard had brought for a change, jumped on the horse's back, held the rope with one hand and drew the sword from his waist with the other hand: "Come with me to gather the soldiers and organize a counterattack."

Although the sounds of horse hooves and fighting could be heard faintly all around, and flames could be seen in the distance, the commander did not think that the number of enemy soldiers who had raided the camp was equal to that of his own side, otherwise it would be impossible for this place, as the main tent, to have no trace of damage at all.

"It's too late. The enemy is rushing this way."

"We can't let the sacrifices of the fallen heroes go to waste. The precious time they bought for me is the chance to turn defeat into victory!"

The guard who was scolded by Izkaga at the beginning was excited, and his blood was boiling because of Izkaga's wonderful speech. The guard who came later was obviously more experienced. He kicked his horse's belly and rushed out to explore the way.

"Withdraw from this camp first, and then make long-term plans."

Izkaga turned around and ordered the stunned guards behind him to chase after them. Although the total number of the rebels was more than 10,000, they came from different countries and were divided into camps. Although each camp was not far away, it would take time for reinforcements to arrive. Izkaga, who was in charge of 3,000 knights, understood this well - even if he did nothing, the enemy would at most kill a hundred people and then withdraw, and all he had to do was to ensure that he would not be sacrificed.

Anyway, the camp where he was stationed was not an important place for storing military equipment. There was nothing here except soldiers.

On the other hand, Menechel, who had almost walked around the camp, did not pursue the deserters. Even though the enemy was so disorganized that they could hardly organize any effective counterattack, every knight around him was already tired, and one could tell that there had been a reduction in numbers without even counting.

His purpose of raiding the camp was not to kill the enemy. When he heard the shouting and killing in the distance, Menachel immediately gave orders. In order to make his voice carry farther in the noisy environment, Menachel shouted at the top of his voice: "Retreat."

At the command, the cavalrymen who were left behind began to turn around and run towards the distant city gate. The rebels behind them outnumbered them by a large margin, but no one dared to chase them, allowing dozens of cavalrymen to file out.

The rebels were stunned by the night attack, and most of them were scared away. Those who had the courage to fight were chopped down by Menechel first, and their rapiers, which were of average quality, had already been discarded because of the rolled blades. Who would come to chase them at this time?

Outside the city of Bilú, Gawain's figure gradually became clear, but Agragwen, who came with him, had disappeared. Looking at the half-open city gate, Menechel knew that his bet was right. Gawain saw Menechel running towards him and nodded symbolically.

Menechel was the first to enter the city of Bilú through the half-open city gate.

……

You guys please bear with me. It's too tiring and the plot of the camp robbery is indeed not easy to write. I deleted and revised it several times and it took a total of five hours. I read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms several times and found that the camp robbery is indeed difficult to write. I felt it was very stiff when I was writing it, but I didn't want to just pass it over.

Although the actual effect is just a passing mention, everyone just needs to know the plot. This chapter can be summarized in one sentence: Menechel's hundred riders robbed the military camp.

This won't happen anymore.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 42 The Highest Etiquette of a Knight

2023-07-29

The brutal offensive and defensive battle is over.

As if in response to Menechel's raid on the camp last night, the rebels attacked the city fiercely, charging forward desperately despite the rain of arrows from the city guards. Even though every guard tried their best, they were still almost knocked open by the enemy, and countless people climbed up the city wall.

Menachere gently wiped the blood off his face, and the wounds left by the stray arrows were healing visibly. Although he had not experienced many battles that day, Menachere already felt a little tired.

All those who knew how to use the bow were assigned to shoot arrows, and those like Menechel who could only cut people were responsible for killing the enemies who rushed up the wall. However, the fighting spirit of the knights who rushed up the wall was far beyond Menechel's imagination. Even when their bodies were pierced by swords, they still held on to Menechel tightly, trying to throw Menechel off the wall.

It was hard to imagine that they had robbed this kind of assassination camp last night.

“There are still too few people.”

Beside Menechel, the defender of Biloo City did not hide his disappointment at all. The middle-aged man who had assisted two generations of kings had a little gray hair. The old man, who was over fifty years old, was leaning on the pillar with difficulty. His job was the same as Menechel's, which was to block the enemy from the upper city.

"Sir Ector, you should take a rest first." Menechel was not uncomfortable with the man's outspokenness. He rarely showed some patience when facing this middle-aged man. Not only because the knight in front of him was one of the few old ministers who had not compromised with the nobles, but also because of the other party's identity.

Merlin mentioned Sir Ector before he set out. He was Kay's father and Altria's adoptive father. He was a little afraid that the old man would die suddenly from overwork, and then he would have a hard time explaining it to Altria.

After entering the city, Menechel did not ask about Lanmaroc's whereabouts. From Sir Ector's few words, he had learned that Lanmaroc had not entered the city. Presumably, Lanmaroc had encountered the same problem as them. I just don't know whether Lanmaroc has found a solution or has been solved by the problem.

"That being said, as you can see, even if the city of Bilu is strong, the difference in military strength is too great."

The troops of the four northern kings were combined to attack the newly born Camelot, but there was no way they could have the advantage in numbers.

Even though Menechel's raid on the camp was very successful, the rebels were not really seriously injured. They might even launch a more fierce siege to save face.

"I don't know if the king will send reinforcements." Sir Ector sighed softly, and the worry on his face became even more intense. "Otherwise, the city will fall sooner or later."

There is no other city in the Badlin Plain except the city of Biloo, which is backed by the highlands. Therefore, once the city of Biloo is lost, the northern rebels will be able to advance into the heart of Camelot unimpeded.

Menechel did not give a direct answer to Sir Ector's question. In fact, he already knew the answer. It was very likely that Artoria would not send any more reinforcements - not because she was unwilling, but because she could not.

As if it was agreed upon, at the same time as the four kings of the North launched a rebellion, forces outside Britain were also ready to move, forcing Artoria to deploy the troops originally intended for support to the South.

Even with Gawain's thousand men stationed there, the total number of guards in the city of Billou was only over two thousand, some of whom were temporarily recruited by Hector from the civilian population.

"Fortunately, the food reserves in the city are enough to sustain for a while." Sir Ector looked at the enemies who had temporarily retreated and the corpses left on the ground under the city. He supported himself and stood up, and ordered people to clean up the battlefield later.

After rounds of attack and defense, the city's already abundant food became even more abundant, even if there were suddenly a thousand more mouths to feed.

After all, every battle saves many mouths to be fed.

Under the scorching sun, the smell of blood on the city wall became stronger and stronger. Tiny flying insects were attracted by the smell and flew around. Sir Ector moved a few steps closer to Menechel to save the effort of driving away the flying insects.

The nauseating smell of blood reminded Menechel of something. He glanced at Agguiwen, who was also panting from exhaustion, and asked Sir Ector:

“Is there an independent water source in the city?”

"The previous king had a branch of the Tonan River stored in the city. Whenever it rained, the gate would be opened to release water, so the stagnant water outside was actually created by us." Before Menechel could tell about Agragwen's plan, Sir Ector had already seen through it. He shook his head and sighed, "We have tried to throw corpses into the water before, but it was impossible to succeed. Even when they were attacking the city, they would send a group of knights to guard the water source."

The result of their original attempt was that none of the teams sent to abandon the corpses came back. The advantage of numbers was fully demonstrated at this moment. It was impossible for the city of Biloo to squeeze out a full complement of knights to poison.

"A... Knight Order?"

On the narrow and crowded city wall, the strength he could exert was no different from Gawain's, but in a space wide enough to let loose, he, Menechel, was a knight group by himself.

Menechel took a deep breath, and the armor on his body creaked as his body rose and fell. The flying insects attracted by the smell of blood were frightened and moved further away from him. Hector looked at Menechel with a sense of something. The young man who had taken off his head armor because of the sultry weather showed a smile of confidence on his face.

The pupils that were stretched and enlarged like vertical pupils suddenly turned to Ector, and Menechel said, "That's enough. I can go alone."

The full complement of those garrisoned knights was no more than 300 men, and Menechel took them all in the utter disregard. He killed them all and used local resources. He only needed to discard some corpse parts, and the entire water source would be contaminated and become undrinkable.

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

"I'm enough on my own."

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

"I understand." Hector's face was heavy with grief. He stood up straight and saluted Menechel with the highest etiquette of a knight, second only to meeting a king. "It is a blessing from God that Camelot has a knight like you."

Death is not scary, but knowing that you will die and insisting on dying for the sake of justice is the most basic fear of human beings. Anyone who overcomes this basic fear should be respected no matter who he is.

Looking at Sir Ector, who was obviously imagining some strange plot, Menechel awkwardly shifted his gaze away, then met Aggrivin's burning gaze.

It would be nice to give some feedback after reading it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 43: Fighting with all kinds of tactics and fighting against a hundred armors

2023-07-29

"How long will this battle last?"

Inside the camp, a fully-armed knight took off his helmet and quietly complained to his companion. However, his complaint aroused the dissatisfaction of the knight commander who was cruising on horseback. The knight commander on horseback glared at the knight who had spoken and whispered angrily, "Put on your helmet!"

The knight who was named shuddered and hurriedly put his head armor back on. Immediately, an unbearably hot and stuffy air surrounded his head.

"Listen carefully. We don't need to attack the city or die. Our only mission is to guard the water source. We are the only knight group in the camp right now. Whether there are enemies or not, you must be fully alert. Anyone who dares to speak out again will be reassigned as an apprentice knight."

The scorching sun burned the iron armor recklessly, and the hot and humid air was suffocating, making it impossible to hear a single word.

But under the Knight Commander's angry glare, the knights stood straight without any abnormal movement. It was not until the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away that a clear exhalation was heard.

Who could bear wearing black armor and squeezing together with hundreds of people on a plain with no shelter at all?

The knight who had just been criticized snorted in his heart, secretly cursing the Knight Commander for treating them differently. He could not wear a head armor if he felt too hot, but he required them to wear it neatly.

As he watched the horse running in the other direction, his eyes suddenly twitched, because the brown warhorse that the Knight Commander was so proud of suddenly fluttered around wildly, and the Knight Commander, who was careless for a moment, was thrown out by the wildly shaking horse's body.

Finally he couldn't help laughing, and as if it was the beginning of a group of 300 knights bursting into laughter.

The knight commander who was knocked to the ground climbed up somewhat awkwardly. He was too ashamed to look directly at the knights under his command, so he turned around and glared at the horse that was still lying on the ground. Just as he was about to curse a few words, he caught a glimpse of a blurry figure from the corner of his eye.

Years of combat experience allowed him to react immediately. Without wasting time turning his head again, the Knight Commander drew the sword from his waist and retreated to the rear while shouting, "Enemy attack."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunder explosion in his ears. After a brief tinnitus, when he opened his eyes again, he only saw a blurry red.

The head flew up, and the headless body slowly fell down. The spurting blood splashed on the red and white armor, and was immediately burned by tiny electric snakes and vaporized, turning into a blood mist that lingered in the summer air.

While the other knights were still immersed in the lightning-fast killing process, Menechel swung his sword and picked up the fallen corpse. With the swing of his sword, the corpse was thrown out like a stone.

Magic power turned into lightning snakes that exploded from under Menechel's feet. The reverse thrust generated by the explosion pushed Menechel forward at an extremely fast speed. With his hands protecting in front of him, Menechel smashed into the knights' formation across the headless corpse in front of him.

A few screams heralded the beginning of the killing. At this moment, the three hundred knights just woke up as if from a dream and tried to form a battle formation. However, Menechels, who had already "penetrated from the inside", wielded the greatsword wantonly, and the iron armor was like mud, unable to block the sword in the slightest.

Magic power surged to the sword tip, and the blood-red sword was like God's spear. Wherever it touched, whether it was shield, sword or armor, it was all split in two.

Blood and screams became the only main themes here. At first, there were still people resisting, but after neither guns nor swords could penetrate the armor, the resistance became increasingly weak.

"Run."

This vague voice was almost drowned out by the ocean of screams, but the number of knights rushing to die was gradually decreasing. Ignoring the fleeing knights, Menechel just swung his sword mechanically, steadily reaping the lives of several people every time the blade swept across.

As the last corpse within sight fell to the ground, the bloody arc slowly faded from Menechel's body, and the familiar soreness and swelling feeling gradually rose as the excitement subsided.

Menechel glanced at the piles of corpses around him and gave up the idea of ​​counting the number of people killed. He glanced at the pool of water behind him that was already blocked with blood and corpses due to the battle, and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"That's good, it saves me the trouble of carrying it myself."

The lightning snake once again wrapped around the great sword, and Menechel slashed at the camp with his sword, and the flames suddenly burned. It was a pity that judging from the number of tents, the rebels did not camp in a row, but this was not important at the moment - without a reliable water source, even if the other supplies were sufficient, the rebels could not continue to fight.

……

When Menechel returned to Bilú by a detour, Hector was directing his men to clean up the battlefield. When Hector saw the intact Menechel, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and he even stuttered as he looked at Menechel.

He had already thought of a eulogy for Menechelle.

"Sir Menachere, why are you back? Didn't you go on the mission?"

Hector could only think of this one explanation. After all, no matter how strong a person is, it is impossible for him to be so outrageous that he could challenge an entire order of knights alone and still escape unscathed, right?

"Don't worry, Sir Ector. They have no drinkable water." Menechel removed the dragon scale armor piece by piece, revealing his charred and severely sunken body tissue. It sounded convenient to squeeze out magic power from his body, but even with Menechel's physical fitness, it couldn't last too long. If it weren't for preventing the enemy from turning back and besieging him, Menechel would not have used the method of narrowing his body.

"What?" Hector frowned and immediately realized something: "In the future, use this kind of magic less... Try to avoid being in a desperate situation where you have to use it."

He regarded this as a magic trick taught by Merlin. In Hector's opinion, any magical thing was most likely related to Merlin.

"I will report your merit to the king."

Hector patted Menechel on the shoulder, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes when he looked at Menechel. In the dozen years after King Uther's death, Britain had a clear fault line, but now an old man like him finally had a successor.

But before Hector could be happy for long, that night, before he had time to eat, the sky after the sun set was covered with dark clouds and a chilly and damp atmosphere arose. Soon after, a drizzle of rain fell from the sky, landing on the dry plains and lowlands, taking away the heat of the scorching sun and everyone in Biloo City's hope of winning.

It started to rain, and the "poisoning" operation became meaningless. The rebels gained a temporary source of water, but on the other hand, there were only more than a thousand soldiers left in Biloo City, and the city would probably be breached within two days.