"Warriors of Great Britain, we have been harassed by the Saxons for decades!"

King Uther stood on a high platform in front of the barracks, wearing battle armor, he was so old against the backdrop of the strong bodies of the many knights around him, but from the fiery gaze he looked at the army below, everyone felt a coercion. The barracks, which was still a little noisy before he spoke, instantly became quiet, and only the grin of the wind blowing the battle flag sounded over the barracks.

"Since the reign of my late father, we have been harassed by the barbarians of the north, and for decades our once peaceful and pleasant life has passed. Your family may be one of the many people who have been hurt by them and how many people have fallen under their blood-stained butcher's knives over the decades. ”

"It's not that we haven't resisted, I still remember the look of remorse on my father's face when he entrusted this kingdom to me, as a king of the kingdom, he didn't fulfill his duty to protect the people, so even if he died, he was still remorseful in his heart, angry, tormented by the remorse in his heart."

"Our Pendragon family is sorry for you, our family has been in charge of this kingdom for so many years, enjoying your respect and enjoying the taxes you pay, but we have not fulfilled our responsibility to protect you, this is the stain of our Pendragon family!"

"I, Uther Pendragon, am here to apologize to you!"

Under the astonished gaze of all, King Uther, in his whole armor, bowed his waist as a king to all the soldiers in front of him, and the noblest man of a kingdom bent his waist to them and apologized to them.

Perhaps they still had some complaints in their hearts about the king who had reigned for decades but still did not solve the problem of the Saxon invasion, or perhaps they were accusing this king of not fulfilling the duties of a king, but now they only had a sadness and pity in their hearts.

King Uther was already old, and when King Uther bent down before them, and his gray hair leaked out before them, they all realized that the king, who had reigned for only twenty years and was not yet fifty years old, was already old, because all the burdens of a kingdom were on his shoulders, and the king, who was supposed to be in the prime of life, was decrepit before he grew old.

"King! You are still the most revered king of our people of Great Britain! ”

"King, we have never held a grudge against you, and it has never been your fault!"

"King! Get up! ”

"King!"

King Uther slowly straightened his body, tears of remorse and self-reproach flowed from his old eyes, even if he was so derelict as a king, these lovely and simple people still chose to forgive themselves, how could he be sorry for them.

"People! Warriors! ”

"We've been holding back for decades, because we don't have the strong bodies of the Saxons on the other side, because we don't have the experience of being as battle-tested as them, but it's been decades, and it's time for us to stand up!"

"Now, the Saxons are here again, at a time when we were supposed to be celebrating this year's harvest!"

"We can't retreat, we've retreated from the north coast of Great Britain to Hadrian, we should also stand up, we have no place to settle down again, and the families behind us will be slaughtered by the barbaric Saxons."

"Warriors of Great Britain, it's time, it's time for us to show the martial arts of our Great Britain warriors, and it's time for those barbarians to see the blood of our Great Britain warriors!"

"Warriors of Great Britain, here, I entrust you with the fate of the kingdom for the next few years, and it will be up to you, the best warriors of the kingdom, to fight for it on the battlefield! Please, bring the news of victory back to everyone in the kingdom! ”

"Brave men of Great Britain, go! We make a vow here that we will win! ”

King Uther looked around at the thousands of soldiers below, and seeing the resolute look on their faces and the desire for victory in their eyes, King Uther jerked out his sword and pointed it at the northern sky, and roared loudly.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

All the soldiers below were full of blood and shouted with all their might, along with King Uther on the stage. Now their chests burned with only the desire for victory, and they couldn't wait to put their weapons into the bodies of those Saxons, and they looked forward to their heroism on the battlefield, they were the warriors of Great Britain!

With the order of King Yusher to set out, the soldiers below, under the leadership of their respective commanders, began to set out in an orderly manner and rushed to the first front line of resistance against the Saxons in the north.

Accompanied by the knights, King Uther stepped down from the stage, and when he came down from the stage, King Uther had calmed down his inner agitation, and instead of surging with the same blood as he had stood on the stage, he walked calmly to Merlin and Charles's side.

"Merlin, Charles, the army is on its way, and the next thing is the war that will decide the fate of our Great Britain for a few years."

"Yes, Uther, the fate of Great Britain for the next few years will be decided by the soldiers before us. But if it weren't for the plan proposed by His Excellency Charles, we would still be left to struggle in vain under the Saxons' blade. Merlin and Charles bowed slightly to King Uther, and then Merlin looked at Charles beside him with admiration.

"Master Merlin, you have won the award, I can't afford your praise, I am just moving my mouth in the back, the final victory still needs this group of excellent warriors to fight, they are the guardians of the future destiny of our kingdom."

Charles is very modest and shirks the words, sometimes appropriate concessions will make people think that you are very cultivated, blindly grabbing merit will make people think that you are insatiable, as a devil, Charles's instinct makes him know very well when he should retreat slightly, so that his plan will go more smoothly.

Obviously, after hearing Charles's words, King Uther and the knights behind him couldn't help but smile a little, and the eyes of those knights looking at Charles softened a lot.

"Okay, now that the army has been deployed, then we are going to start facing the biggest military operation in the kingdom so far, everyone should not relax on the battlefield, we carry the future of the kingdom on our backs."

King Uther glanced around everyone, patted his sword, and said with an excited face.

"Yes, King, do as you wish."

The knights behind King Uther knelt down on one knee in front of King Uther, touched his chest with his right hand and said.

"With the sword in our hands, we will take the victory that the king desires."

And Charles and Merlin also bowed slightly, at this time there is only status, no past friendship, because this is a military camp.

After that, under the orders of King Yusher, except for some of the men and troops who remained in the royal city, everyone took up the marching equipment that had been prepared long ago and began to set out after the main army.

And Charles was also sitting in a carriage at this time, following King Uther's chariot, looking at the British soldiers along the way, Charles felt the breath of the upcoming war, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little excitement in his heart.

Because, war, whether it is the demons of the abyssal hell or the devils of Bato's hell, they are so addicted to war, but the demons like to personally participate in the war to appreciate the excitement of fighting and destroying, and the devil prefers to enjoy the pleasure of others throwing their heads and spilling blood on the battlefield behind the scenes.

Charles has begun to slowly get used to his identity as a devil without even realizing it, and the ordinary otaku life in his previous life has slowly faded from his mind.

And at this moment, he also felt a sense of joy rising from the depths of his soul for the control of a war he had manipulated, he liked the feeling of manipulating the lives of others, and he looked forward to the roar and wailing of other people's souls on the battlefield.