Perhaps it was because they already knew that they could only survive by rushing to the other side and completely defeating the enemy on the opposite side, or perhaps because of the ethereal things such as the glory of the country, this group of French soldiers seemed to have suddenly burst out of their full potential, and they approached at an extremely fast speed, and it was difficult to parry.

The shouts of tens of thousands of people seemed to collapse the entire sky, and the momentum displayed made people dare not stand up.

They are proud, proud of being in the French army, proud of the strength of their homeland, and how can they watch their homeland, which they have always been so proud of, fall into the hands of Britain, whom they have always looked down upon?

Obviously they are so powerful, the most powerful country in the entire continent of Europa, they have the greatest monarch, they have invincible cavalry, how can they fail?

They couldn't figure out why Britain, which was so weak before, suddenly became so strong, and was a country that was about to perish, and waited quietly for death, and why did it suddenly burst out with a trembling force that completely shattered their ambitions ten years ago?

The deafening cry of "Kill" resounded throughout the battlefield, and when the first French army reached the riverbank, the British army knew that the real war had begun.

Clotaire stretched the entire French front very long, which just made up for their numerical advantage, after all, there were too many fewer people on the British side, if they didn't open the battle line and block all the French landing sites, then they would let that part of the people make them dumplings, but if they were scattered, how could the weak defense line resist such a ferocious offensive of France?

Here Lancelot and the others were in a dilemma, but before they could think about it, as more and more people came to the shore, they also had to draw their long swords and go to the front line.

There are too many people in France, even if they can only go ashore one by one, the British army has a lot of momentum on it, but with the front launched by France, they only need to open a gap, so it is basically impossible for Britain to plug it, so as time goes by, more and more French soldiers go ashore, and those places that Britain can't take care of are also a steady stream of soldiers ashore, and then outflank them from both sides, which makes them even worse The advantage is gone。

"Bastard, how can this be, how can their attack be so fierce, we can't resist it at all, if this continues, it won't be long before we will be wiped out!" Kai said reluctantly, waving his hand and slashing off one of the soldiers who attacked him.

Obviously she just wanted to delay enough time to give her little brother more time to finish her business, why did such a small expectation seem so unattainable now?" Lancelot looked at the battlefield that looked like hell on earth, and said in a low voice.

Yes, although they are enemies, they can also understand the feelings of the French side, just like them at the beginning, those French soldiers are so eager to protect their country, but even so their positions are different, the French soldiers want to protect their homeland, and the British side also wants to protect the 'king' they longed for, so they have no choice but to give up their lives to fight for their beliefs!

The battle began with the landing of the French army, and now there is no so-called geographical advantage to speak of, and everyone is fighting and defending with all their might.

No one retreated, no one was timid, and no one fled the battlefield, and all of them had a firm belief in their hearts, that is, to fight for their faith and to win for their king.

The whizzing arrows scattered in the crowd as if cutting through the space, the deafening sound of the metal of the sword intersecting seemed to puncture people's eardrums, and the wanton spraying of blood fell on people's faces, but no one cared, they couldn't tell which was the enemy's or their own, but their eyes seemed to be a little blurry

Lancelot and the others did not bring cavalry this time, firstly, because they were not prepared to fight the French army, and the terrain of Saxony was not very suitable for preparing for cavalry charges, and secondly, they knew how strong their heavy cavalry was, and how dangerous it was for their king to penetrate deep into the enemy's hinterland, so they let all the cavalry out with Leah.

But fortunately, on the battlefield now, the cavalry does not have much effect, because there is not enough charging distance, the cavalry can not exert real power at all, behind France is the Seine River, their cavalry wants to charge is impossible, and the combat effectiveness of the cavalry who dismounted is not a little bit, maybe it has become a burden.

This was probably the only good news for the British army in such a situation, and if the cavalry on the opposite side could charge head-on, then they would probably collapse immediately.

Time passed slowly, from the sun hanging high to the sunset, the dusk was really beautiful, and the light that was not dazzling shone on people's eyes, and it seemed to warm people's hearts together.

But on this battlefield, the light was shocking, the battle continued, everyone was tired and hungry, but they were still tirelessly waving their weapons and slashing the enemy in front of them.

The dim glow against the red blood made people dizzy, and the miserable screams echoed in everyone's ears.

The battle was gradually coming to an end, and there were less than 5,000 of the more than 30,000 people left on the British side, and the dead were densely spread on the ground without the slightest gap, and there was not a trace of land in sight, and there were only small hills and bags everywhere.

The losses of the French were even heavier than those of Britain, and with the casualties of the previous crossing of the river, their army of more than 100,000 was now only about 50,000 men, which was too great compared to the casualties of Britain.

But even so, for Britain they have an irreparable gap in numerical superiority, enough to crush their gap.

"Long Live Britannia"

"Long live King Arthur"

It seemed that all the soldiers who were still alive knew their fate, and they all shouted out their faith in their hearts, and then rushed forward without fear, their eyes full of determination.

Lancelot and the other Knights of the Round Table looked at each other, and then they all smiled, and did not say a word, but they both knew what was in each other's hearts, and it was a dedication without regrets.

'If I could, I would like to see Holy Britain.'

'If I could, I wish I could continue to follow you in the fight for Britain, my king'