"Wow!" The Romans on the opposite side let out a burst of exclamations. Artoria's light cannon in front of Kimerin just now made them think that the Britons had made a move in advance.

However, nothing happened. The light cannon flashed away, and there was no movement on the British side.

"What the hell are those brutes trying to do?!" Stirrico said angrily. He almost thought that the Britons had signaled war.

"General, though I don't know the intentions of those Britons. But this is by no means an ordinary thing. The lieutenant next to him reminded. We already have the upper hand, and there is no need to wait for the Britons to set up an ambush before attacking. ”

"Yes, too..."Stirrico thought about it for a moment, and then made an analysis: "Let the soldiers of the first sequence test it first, and then make a decision after determining the depth of the enemy." ”

"Yes." The lieutenant saluted and stepped back to give the order.

Immediately afterwards, the vanguard of the Romans took a step forward. The Romans were still suspicious of the strange light cannon just now, and put the inexperienced first sequence of young soldiers first.

"Look, my king! The Romans are on the attack! The sharp-eyed Knight Kai issued a warning.

Artoria looked at her with a solemn expression. The Roman army approached slowly, and there was no confusion in the orderly procession, even as it marched. The march of Roman troops wriggled mightily across the white fields of the coast. The steps of thousands of people from near and far converged into a rustle like the whispering of countless streams.

This feeling of being overwhelmed by the army was a little overwhelming even for the battle-hardened Knights of the Round Table.

Let's go back and look at our own army. With the exception of the Knights of the Round Table, who made up a tenth of the total number of troops, the rest of the soldiers who were improvised and urgently conscripted by the Romans were nothing short of beggars.

"It doesn't look promising." The old load-bearing Knight Héctor couldn't help but sigh.

"yes!" Artoria had mixed feelings. Then she grinned and looked at Merlin, who had just risen from the ground.

"Why don't we let our great Merlin National Master take the lead in the charge? Such a good opportunity to be loyal to the country, I think the national teacher of Merlin must be the best. ”

"Ah, you cheated me! I worked hard to pull you up, and you treated me like this! Merlin's expression was as wonderful as eating shit. He didn't expect that the upright Artoria had become so black-bellied. "Let me be a mage head-on, and it's up to you to think of it."

"This is my king's order, what else do you have to excuse yourself?" Known as the clown, Dagonit was the first to speak out in support of Artoria. This is what he must do as a courtier-like figure, and he will not hesitate to fall into the well when he sees Artoria pit Merlin.

"Master Merlin, the mana is boundless~(=?ω?)?" The Knights of the Round Table were on the sidelines, with a great rhythm of putting Merlin on the battlefield.

Because Merlin always runs away at critical moments when Artoria encounters a crisis, or simply does not work at all. The Knights of the Round Table all have a great prejudice against Merlin. Seeing this bastard national teacher deflated, everyone was very happy in their hearts, and they were happy to add a fire.

"It's really ......" Merlin, who was resurrected with blood on the spot, walked to the front of the battle depressedly, and couldn't stop thinking about it. I have already greeted all the families of the Knights of the Round Table in my heart.