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- Hahaha, I didn’t expect this Piao Astronomy＊Net＊In addition, because it is the first time I write so much in one breath, and I am pressed for time, I don’t have time to check it carefully. If there are any typos or sentences, please forgive me!
??Also, this chapter is the birth chapter of Artoria's official departure from King Purun City and becoming the patron saint of Great Britain. It’s also what happens in the future, you know~
? Okay, without further ado, please enjoy the text!
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"Run quickly! Get out of here!"
In the center of the battlefield where a battle was about to break out between the French and British armies, a very funny scene occurred. The frightened French army, who had been beaten by the surprise attack of the Knights of Pullen, actually let all the English prisoners escape under their carelessness. The prisoners with their hands bound rushed forward crazily with an extremely exaggerated dynamic
Some of them are middle-aged and some old, but most of them are young men. More than 60% of the more than 1,000 prisoners were captured defeated soldiers.
Some who had their legs tied used their hands to crawl forward, and some whose hands were tied ran on both legs. Even if they fell down halfway, they quickly struggled to stand up and continued running.
Some old people can't run fast, but these people are very smart to get together to hold each other up, and then work hard to run forward. Not to mention, this method is like a relay race. The energy used in running is evenly distributed to everyone, which not only reduces the loss of physical strength but also increases the speed. Although doing so may result in everyone being affected if one is caught, as long as you can survive, taking this risk is simply not worth it.
And this also led to an extremely funny thing happening. Some strong young people, who looked dumbfounded at a large group of old men fighting each other, actually rushed out faster than he could run at full strength. The guys in the back who were blinking and expressionless could hardly believe their eyes.
"Hurry!! Our army is at the front!! Run quickly!!"
The prisoners shouted at the top of their lungs while rushing towards England with all their strength. Although they knew that this was an extremely stupid approach, and that facing the charging legion in the center of the battlefield was an act of courting death, the French army that followed them chased them away like a duck. Hurry towards the direction of the English Legion.
And their purpose is obvious, which is to squeeze the last drop of use value out of these captives.
Arturia took the lead and rushed to the front of the entire English Legion. When she saw the French army once again using prisoners to do such despicable things, she could no longer forgive these guys.
"Artoris! Don't let those people rush over! Otherwise, once our army collides with them, they will be frustrated. At this moment, the military strength is strong. If we can't rush to the end in one go, our morale will be low!" Lancelot and Bedivere rushed to it! He walked to Artoria's side and frowned as he looked at the prisoners who had been driven all the way by the French army.
But it’s not just that. Once the troops on our side find out that the people rushing over are not enemy troops but their own people, they will inevitably hesitate. In such a large-scale battle, even one second of distraction is enough to be split in half by the enemy, not to mention hesitation, which is a taboo on the battlefield. In the face of the conflict that was about to break out, Lancelot did not want to waste the morale that he had finally gathered. Otherwise, the English army, which could only rely on morale + luck to have a 3% chance of winning, would inevitably suffer. They were attacked head-on by the French army who were pursuing victory and suffered heavy losses.
"Don't let them rush over?! Is it possible?" Bedivere said with rare worry. In his eyes, the distance between the French army and the prisoners was only less than 500 meters, and this was because the French army deliberately It is intentional to release water so that those natural shields can run faster and more urgently.
At this moment, the English Legion is not completely within the charging range, but the time left for others to think about a solution is only less than four minutes.
Anxious but helpless Arturia rode her horse back and forth on the same spot, with an extremely anxious expression on her face.
"Artoris! We must not let them rush over, otherwise we will definitely lose!"
"Artoris!"
Seeing the prisoners rushing closer and closer, Lancelot even wanted to kill. It's a pity that he can't. If he followed the previous method of driving away the homeless, he wouldn't have to wait for the French army to take action. The thousands of Englishmen behind him would not let him go. The grief and indignation of watching his compatriots being killed in front of him, and the triumphant hatred of the executioner who massacred his relatives in front of him. If there is any drastic action at this moment, Lance willLott couldn't guarantee whether those soldiers would go crazy.
what to do?
what to do?
What to do? !
Biting her lips, Arturia kept thinking in her mind. She was so uneasy and nervous that she couldn't even keep calm.
what to do? How can we solve this difficulty without shaking the army! what to do? How can we turn this dangerous environment into a situation that is beneficial to our side? ! What would Chara do when encountering such a thing? If it were that man, what method would he use to solve this difficulty
Arturia forced herself to calm down and slowly closed her eyes, blocking out the wind, rain, noise, and crying from the outside world.
If it were Char, if it were him, he would definitely use cavalry harassment, infantry division, and use a method of dredging rivers to evacuate all the people one by one. However, this method is based on the fact that the soldiers under his command are the Pullen Legion with strict military discipline and extremely unified orders. At present, the soldiers of our army are in an extremely excited state. They are determined to defend their homeland to the death. They have neglected life and death and only want to kill the enemy.
So…Xia Ya’s method doesn’t work.
So? Where is the calm female knight?
If it were Draco D. Barona Finn Pendragon, she would probably choose to defend the city. She would not open the city gate to welcome these people until she was absolutely sureeven if she was also crying. Tears.
what to do? How to do it? !
Lord Merlin’s wisdom is unpredictable, but he who should have a solution at this moment is not on the battlefield. Even if you want to find him, I'm afraid the time has passed
The unprecedented crisis has left Artoria almost helpless!
And Merlin, who was observing the entire battlefield on the city wall, naturally noticed this scene. His face was hidden under the black robe, making it impossible to guess his expression or what he was thinking at the moment. But one thing we know very well is that his expectant eyes are staring closely at the blond man who is in a dilemma on the battlefield
"Artoris!!" Lancelot suddenly shouted, interrupting Artoria's thoughts.
After being frightened, I hurriedly looked up and saw that the slaves were already in front of me at some point, and the French pursuers were also following behind. The distance of about 400 meters was only a matter of three minutes.
Bedivere drew out his sword with a swipe, jumped off his horse, and ran in front of Artoria in a few steps, facing the crowd that was rushing towards her with a resolute face.
…I won’t let you touch her with a single finger!
"Damn it!" Lancelot was helpless and could only act on the worst plan at this moment. At most, when England is defeated, Artoris must be sent out of the battlefield safely even if it means risking his life, even at the cost of his own future and life! I also swear to protect this hope for the future!
Lancelot stood side by side with Bedivere holding a sword, as if he was ready to risk his life at any time.
"Is there really no way" Arturia, who was almost giving up, lowered her head, biting her lip bitterly and regretting her own incompetence.
A drop of bright red dew flowed down the corner of her mouth. The girl who was forced to have no choice but to pull out her long sword could only bear the pain and feel frustrated. Although doing so would make her blame herself immensely and cause her unbearable pain, for the future of Great Britain and also for those who are still fighting, she is willing to bear the infamy.
But before that, there was one thing that the girl wanted to try no matter what.
Even if the chance of success is almost 0
"Even if I sacrifice my life, honor, and pride, I will definitely, absolutely drive you invaders out of the British Isles! For England! For Great Britain!!"-
Crack! Six muffled thunders sounded in the sky one after another, and dark clouds rolled in with great force.
"Finally, have you made a decision" Merlin on the city wall muttered in a low voice, and then as if he thought of something, he took out a sword-shaped object wrapped in a holy cloth from his arms.
The moment Merlin slowly uncovered the object wrapped in the holy cloth
——Crack, a flash of lightning that almost illuminated the entire dark sky. Anyone who heard the thunder trembled with fear and looked at the sky with fear.
"However, when those people raised their heads and looked at the gloomy sky, a dazzling golden light enveloped half of the sky"?
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The girl jumped high into the sky with a "bolt from the blue" posture.
When she swung her sword down, the golden light that covered half the sky seemed to swoop down from the sky with her blow!
In front of the 9,312-strong English Legion with extremely shocked faces, and in front of the huge French army of more than 36,000 people.
The girl who transformed into Shura Karma, wielding a sword of justice, like a saint who judges all evil in the world, leads the sea of ??golden light that fills the sky to the ground. When the earth cracked, when the rain layer in the sky was torn in half by a powerful blow, the light of justice descending from the sky swept across the center of the battlefield
Boom! !
With an extremely shocking loud noise, a chasm two meters wide and more than sixteen meters long was cut out of the solid ground by the girl with a sword. The barricade was in front of the prisoners, so that everyone, whose faces turned blue with fear, did not dare to take a step forward.
"Everyone stop it!! Ifif you don't want to die!!"
The girl’s extremely powerful power, coupled with her extremely shocking declaration, immediately made the entire battlefield extremely quiet
Because the Three Lions and Leopard Legion were afraid of the girl's god-like attack just now, they had to slow down (including stop) their pace, and they were full of alertness. As for the English Legion, a riot broke out immediately because of the girl's words, and they were stationed in place and temporarily stopped taking action.
At this time, there were only the more than a thousand prisoners in the center of the battlefield, the golden figure standing unwaveringly in front of everyone wearing skirts and armor, and the two loyal knights who had always been extremely loyal.
"You can't take another step forward!!" Artoria pointed her sword at the prisoners. The long bangs on her forehead obscured her face, making it impossible to guess her mood at the moment.
The prisoners howled immediately after hearing this. They looked at her in disbelief, unable to accept that she treated them so cruelly.
"Why! Why not!? Do you want to watch us be tortured and killed by those French bastards?!"
"That's right! Why don't you let us continue to live! I still have a wife and a three-year-old daughter. I must live!"
"Please, let us go! Let us go home!"
“Father (God)…bless me, Father…bless me, Father…bless me.”
"What grudge do you have against us to treat us like this! Just because we are prisoners?!"
In the sky, the wind and rain are gradually decreasing, probably because of the golden light that split just now. Although the reduced area was only limited to the small area in the center of the battlefield, violent storms were still falling in other places. However, the rain and dew that wetted Artoria's body was indeed getting smaller and smaller
Listening to their complaints, their prayers, their cries, and their pleas, Artoria was not moved [[[cp|w:555|h:358|a:l]]].
A drop of raindrops slid down her chin to her neck, and then extended from her delicate neck to near her chest
The fire in my heart is burning hot, but I have to stand still because of the coldness of the outside world. : "I have no grudge or hatred with you, nor am I an enemy. On the contrary, I like you very much, like the backs of you working hard in the fields, appreciate the pride on your faces when you hold high the Holy Lion flag, and admire those who are loyal to the country. Soldiers who gave their all, and as someone who loves Great Britain and the people of England the most in the world, it is impossible for me to be filled with hatred towards you."
"Then let us go! Let us go home! For the sake of the Holy Father!"
The prisoners all agreed with this sentence, and the originally silent crowd suddenly became commotion again.
And at this moment, Artoria swung her sword forcefully, and a hurricane suddenly blew up! Suppressed all the commotion back again.
"It's precisely because I like you, appreciate you, and admire you! That's why I can't let you go!" Arturia yelled in a hoarse voice.
"That is why ah!!"
The prisoners who were pressed back again let out mournful howls. They didn't understand why she had to stop herself from passing. They obviously like us, appreciate us, and worship us, so why are they unwilling to let them live at this moment, even if they are put to death?
"Because! There are more than 50,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people in London, and more than 20,000 of them are babies! More than 10,000 of them are helpless and have even lost the person they love most. A sad and crying woman!In that city, there are countless people who are trapped under the rubble and waiting for rescue. In that city, there are too many things that people cannot let go of! Relatives, friends, lovers, London has indeed been breached, but the people still exist! They don't know how scared they are at this moment, huddled in the corner of their home waiting for their fate to be judged! Just because we use weakness to show strength and use less to fight against more, cruel fate seems to have labeled us! ! "
Listening to Artoria’s words, many soldiers from the English garrison lowered their heads or turned back blankly. They clearly understood how important it was to them that there were still people living in that half-dead city. It may be a loving and doting mother, a strict but caring father, a gentle and attentive wife, or the newly born life that I have countless hopes for
The impatient prisoners also calmed down at this moment. Some of them cried bitterly when they recalled their relatives who died tragically at the hands of the French.
War is cruel, no one can deny this.
“But the real cruelty is often after the war is over. A veteran once said that when you come back from a war, you will find that your whole world has changed, and you are the only one left in the world, or you and the gun in your hand are the only one left. Comrades and comrades are dead, relatives and relatives are separated, families are torn apart, wives and children are separated, and they may never be seen again.
By then you should be sitting in the silent night, looking up at the sky, and sighing: "Death, why are you so ridiculous. War, why are you so cruel."
"You are English, but so are the people in the city behind me! So are the soldiers behind me! But we are different from you. You may be working hard to survive, or maybe because you have With the excuse of living, we take everything we do for granted. But that we are different! We bear responsibilities! The responsibility to protect our families, protect the country, and protect everything we cherish!!"
Arturia suddenly raised her head, exposing her crying face to everyone.
"Come over! Yes, maybe you have a chance to survive. But have you considered? Once you rush over and destroy our army's formation, what will happen to those soldiers who cannot bear to attack their compatriots? ! At that time, death was no longer a deterrent to us. What really frightened us was that once we were defeated! What would the people in that city do?! If we failed, what would happen to the 20,000 companies in the city? What will happen to these young children who have never experienced how beautiful this world is?!"
Boom! A whirlwind wrapped around the blade of the sword. Arturia stood upright with the sword and charged towards the captives.
"Between survival and responsibility, I have no choice! Between civilians and soldiers, soldiers have no choice! If you must choose between survival and responsibility, then you do it! As a soldier, I admire you so much , before those who appreciate you. I am a knight! A national soldier! A cruel man who willingly bears the life and death of tens of thousands of people, and does not hesitate to brandish a butcher knife to face his own compatriots!"
When Lancelot and Bedivere heard these words, they couldn't believe it. Artoris, who usually risked his life for his compatriots and country actually said such words from his mouth.
In the face of survival and responsibility, he chose heavy responsibility.
Between the cruel choice of killing a thousand people and saving tens of thousands, he took on the name of cruelty and saved more people.
"Athoris"
"Athoris"
When the tyrant’s declaration shocked the entire audience, when people stared in stunned silence at Artoria, who was in tears, but refused to let even one person cross the gap between heaven and earth. A feeling that cannot be expressed is tangled in my chest.
"Artoris!"
"Athoris"
"Artoris."
However, just when the prisoners were despairing. However, a slight change has occurred within the English garrison, because of resonance, support, and because her thoughts are almost as noble as a saint. Although it may indeed be a bit cruel to some people, for the garrison soldiers who only want to protect their homeland, the name Artoris is gradually getting deeper into their hearts.
Recognize him, recognize him, if you are led by such a person, you will have no regrets even if you die in battle. Because he will continue to fight after he falls, keep fighting, and will not stop fighting until the last moment. So we can safely leave our destiny to him because he is recognized by us.A spiritual leader recognized by us.
When garrisoning within the legion, the name Artoris rose up and down among the soldiers.
"Praise to the great King Uther! Praise to Artolis!!" the soldiers shouted enthusiastically.
"Fight for the country! Fight for honor! Fight for mother, child and Artoris!!!"
"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!"
This kind of oath-like slogans kept coming from the military camp. Merlin on the city wall held his face with one hand, and his whole body was trembling. However, judging from the suppressed laughter that came from him from time to time, he was not crying because he was sad, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart because of excessive joy and joy.
"Did you hear that? King Uther! Your childyour child who has suffered a different fate since childhood is being called by his subjects, loved by them, and regarded as a god by them! My dear friend, King Uther! !”
The battlefield that had been silent for a while became turbulent again with the roar of the garrison.
"Then do we deserve to die? Is it wrong for us to live?!" The prisoners shouted desperately. They had foreseen it, and when they rushed over at this moment, even if the person didn't stop him. But those soldiers who have become completely fanatical will cut them in half without mercy. In the face of the interests of the majority, the minority can only endure deprivation silently.
An old man who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes dull and waiting for death, thought so.
But at this moment, the man who had arrived in front of the prisoner at some point slowly extended his arm to the dying old man.
She looked at the old man with her slightly moist eyes and tried hard to smile.
The people next to her stared at her with awe and resentment. It wasn't that they didn't understand what she was doing, but they didn't want to die like this.
Relatives, friends, lovers? Who doesn’t have these things? !
damn it! Why should I, who also have all this, die? ! Damn it! Damn it!
This is the common thought of all the prisoners at this moment.
However, when she said to them with a crying but bright smile: "Although I can't let you cross that line until the end, it doesn't mean that I will abandon you. If you are in hell at this moment, Then please allow me to clear the way for you. My fellow citizens, please do not hold a grudge against me, for I will be with you until the last moment. I will fight for Great Britain, fight for England, fight for you. "
"So, are you willing to follow me to heaven?"
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed.
It was the area shrouded in golden light. While there was still heavy wind and rain around it, the sky within a radius of forty meters with the girl standing as the center turned clear
Yes, the warm golden sunshine shone on her body, and the hand stretched out to the old man was as kind as an angel.
The prisoners who were filled with hatred at the last moment had to admit that this "man" with a strong heart and the courage to take responsibility conquered them.
A gust of breeze blew by
"Artoris!"
This name has been recorded in history.
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And on the other side of the battlefield at this moment, King Pulun is still fighting in the bloody storm
He looked at the coach of the Three Lions and Leopards in front of him and said with a sinister smile.
"The king who is superior to the Twelve Guardian Knights! It is precisely because he is far superior to them in terms of force and intelligence that he can control them! Let you see it far beyond the scope of your imagination. The true strength of King Pulun!!”
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