Originally, Arturia, Bedivere, Lancelot, and Gareth didn't have to stay in such a restricted area like a prison. What's more, they are special people personally appointed by Char to have semi-equal privileges with the Twelve Guardian Knights. But Artoria didn't like this. She would rather stay with her soldiers than enjoy the privileges alone.
Therefore, from that day on, Arturia left the comfortable and peaceful environment arranged by Char, and stayed with her soldiers in this restricted area strictly guarded by the Pulun Army.
Of course Lancelot and the others would not object to this behavior. On the contrary, they were satisfied and even happy with Artoria's behavior.
"Whyare you here? King Pulun." Artoria asked Xia.
"Well? As a king, isn't it a very natural thing to take a stroll to check whether anyone is causing trouble in your back garden?" Xia Ya raised his eyebrows and then said with a smile.
By this time, Bedivere had already sent someone to fetch the wooden chair and pushed it down behind Xia Ya.
Xia Ya was also unceremonious and sat down as soon as he lifted the cloak behind him.
"Well, it seems that you are very satisfied with this set of armor. In this case, it will not be in vain for me to let the arc light guy bother me for a whole day"
Unable to comment, Arturia smiled and nodded.
"Anyway, I would like to say thank you first King Pu Lun."
The formulaic title was automatically filtered out. Because she was thanked by the person she liked, Xia Ya showed a very happy smile.
"Hehas long as you like it, that's enough."
Lancelot and Bedivere looked at the two people smiling at each other in the military tent, and suddenly felt that their existence seemed a bit unnecessary.
¡°Ahem, Lancelot deliberately coughed a few times to remind the two of them that there were still outsiders here.
After hearing the coughing sound, Artoria immediately realized that this was a military camp, and hurriedly turned her head to the side, blushing slightly
"You guy." Xia Ya's expression was cold enough to freeze a tiger to death. Lancelot was forced to look at this guy whose whole body exuded an unpleasant smell under great pressure.
"Speaking of which, respected King of Plun, why are you here?" At this time, Lancelot said: "As you know, we are very hostile to your knight under the moon. The special distinction between our legions here is also her intention to guard against us. Of course, we have no complaints about this. After all, we were hostile forces a few months ago. It¡¯s just I want to know why, as the leader of Pulun, You, the king's noble being, actually come here? Aren't you worried that the knight under the moon will be angry because of your rash decision in the future? "
Char looked at Lancelot. He had heard about this knight in the lake who was loyal and perfect in the old world, but died alone due to betrayal and resistance. At this moment, he was probably the oldest person in the room, but his long black hair and handsome face still clearly told others that he was still very youngand powerful.
¡°If Artoria had achieved great success as a king with a female body from the beginning, then this loyal and well-behaved man would most likely win Artoria¡¯s favor.
So Xia Ya has clearly understood that he must add a certain guy's name to his must-kill list
"Or, do you have something to say when you come here?" At this time, Bedivere also stood up and asked, no matter what he wanted, the other king actually stooped to come here. Whether it's Pullen's side or his own side, it's a big deal. It's okay if there is no corresponding reception etiquette, but if something else goes wrong then the problem will be big.
Xia Ya waved his hand, he didn¡¯t come here to think about so many problems. It's just I just want to take a look at the girl over there who refuses to look directly at him.
"Well I will tolerate your rudeness for the time being when outsiders are around. Anyway, there will be plenty of time to figure things out in the future."
After saying such strange words, Xia Ya stood up from the chair.
"I'm not here for any other reason. I'm just here to tell or remind you that I have summoned a coalition of Irish forces, and they have gathered in the area of ????Hulman Hill. It only takes less than a day. , we can get rid of the problem of Dublin's weak defense, and the day has come to send troops to London to relieve the siege. So I am here to remind you, get ready to go, we are going to take action."
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clang! Dang, Dang, Dang!
The bell of the emergency assembly echoed in this completely enclosed military camp. The nearly a thousand soldiers quickly picked up the weapons around them, put on their helmets or armor, and rushed to the scene under the urging of the fierce captain's whip. On a relatively spacious grassland.
Arturia, dressed in military uniform, stood in front of all the soldiers with a sword in hand. Behind her were two loyal knights who were willing to sacrifice their lives for her at any time.
Oh, by the way, they should be the three loyal knights. It's just that Gareth is not in the military camp at this time. He has been assigned other tasks. At this moment, he may have crossed the channel to the hinterland of Scotland Island.
Lancelot stood behind Artoria, his sword inserted into the ground, holding it with both hands, his eyes closed tightly and a gust of wind disturbed Lancelot's long black hair.
There is no difference in the postures of Bedivere and Lancelot, but his distance is closer to Artoria than Lancelot's distance.
Standing in front of these hundreds of soldiers who escaped death but finally came to this peaceful place after many twists and turns. Arturia quietly grasped the sword in her hand. Although she did not have any status at the moment, standing up when the country was on the verge of crisis was the chivalry she swore allegiance to. Moreover, these people in front of me have already fought side by side and are strong warriors who can be fully trusted.
[[[cp|www.piaotia.com/chapters/20124/11/2175154634697731010887500427436.jpg]]] "You once broke the wings of soaring in the sky, fell into the mud, trampled on the honor of the soul, and abandoned the dignity of a country. Fleeing regardless of being scattered." Arturia's eyes were sharp, and she had a high degree of majesty in the military. She was wearing a luxurious armor at the moment, which gave her a kingly aura.
The soldiers below were expressionless after hearing this. They just stood upright and stared at the person standing in front of them.
There was nothing else in their eyes Even though they were scolded, they still chose to follow her.
"You also once abandoned your honor and your dignity as a soldier, a subject, and the strong shield of the motherland."
Artoria¡¯s stern scoldings continued to echo in the grassland. Artoria, who was slightly angry, was like a lion, putting heavy pressure on people.
Although she still has such a calm face on the surface, no one thinks that she is angry at this moment
Soldiers are veterans who have crawled out of bloody battles. They spend more time rolling on the edge of a knife than they spend sleeping. The days of adding blood to the tip of the knife have already made these soldiers' nerves extremely numb. They are not afraid of death or the enemy's sharp blades, but they can't bear to lose their lives because of stupid decisions.
That¡¯s why they chose to run away at that time, turning their backs to the enemy. It wasn¡¯t that they were tortured by feelings of shame and shame, but they had long abandoned such emotions.
¡°Butshe gave them the desire to regain this honor. Give it a try, maybe it's better than you think?
¡°However, the facts have also proved thatthe decision to follow her, to follow in her footsteps, is correct.
A gust of wind blew. Although it was early spring, the wind was still so cold and biting.
"However, I forgive you and accept you. Not as a leader, but as a warrior! So"
After a moment of silence, Arturia, who raised her head high, shouted loudly.
"In this dark age when the motherland is in crisis and foreign nations invade and plunder our land wantonly, you! Are you willing to follow me?!"
The paths in the forest are always rugged and difficult to walk, so Xia Ya strolled here leisurely alone.
With the bumping step by step, the bright red cloak was dragged on the ground, but Xia Ya, who always liked neatness, didn't care.
Looking back, behind the forest is the temporary military camp of the British Army.
When the stones on the road began to shake irregularly and the weeds in the forest were bent by a strong wind that came from nowhere, Xia Ya raised his head and looked at the sky.
Slowly closing her eyes, Xia Ya opened her arms as if to embrace the entire sky into her arms, and then enjoyed the earth-shattering roar next to her ears
"Artoris! Artoris! Artoris!!!"
"Artoris! Artoris! My master!!!"
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