"If they are my generals in France, why worry about the big thing!" Clotaire said with emotion as he looked at Lancelot and the other Knights of the Round Table.

"Your Majesty, do you want to recruit them, after all, they have no way out now, and if they still want to live, they have to promise us. The general next to him heard Crotaire's exclamation and said.

"No, do you think that someone who can burst out with this kind of momentum is someone who will betray?" said Crotair, waving his hand.

"Hmm. The general replied.

Then he looked at the battlefield in front of him, his eyes were full of appreciation, although the positions were different, and the relationship between the two sides was also hostile, but it did not prevent him from appreciating and fearing these people.

These knights of the Round Table were more powerful than they expected, and if it weren't for the fact that there was too much difference in numbers, it would be hard to say whether this battle would have been won or lost, but no matter what, these powerful knights who made them feared would have been sleeping here forever.

"Fight quickly, finish them out as fast as you can, and then quickly get back to France and finish off those British bastards. Crotair commanded in a loud voice.

With Clotaire's voice, the French offensive became more ferocious, but the British side had already risked their lives, and for a moment the French army was helpless against them.

"It's over" Looking at the French army that was attacking more and more fiercely, Gawain waved the holy sword in his hand with difficulty and said softly.

No one spoke, and now they were all exhausted, and they didn't even have the strength to speak, they just kept waving the long sword in their hands, trying their best to kill one more enemy.

"It's over, I'm ready to go back to France. Crotair said in a loud voice as he looked at the battlefield that was about to end.

Just when everyone thought that the war was about to end, a thunderous voice came from the direction of the French Empire.

The rumbling sound seemed to knock the ground to pieces.

Cavalry, the first thought of all those who heard this voice was what kind of army this was, as if to step on the ground of the ground, the deafening sound could only be possessed by cavalry, and looking at the trembling battle of the earth, I am afraid that the number of this cavalry was not less than 100,000.

Who is it? At this moment, this thought quickly flashed through everyone's hearts, after all, 100,000 cavalry, this is enough to change the entire battle situation.

At this moment, Clotair panicked, because he could be sure that this was not their French cavalry, because all the French cavalry was basically brought by him, even if all the private armies of those lords and nobles were combined, it would not be possible to have so many cavalry.

After all, the cost of manufacturing cavalry is too great, even the entire Europa continent has tens of thousands of cavalry, let alone private cavalry?

And with his understanding of those people, it is impossible to take out his hole cards.

The only countries that can have 100,000 cavalry today are France, Britain, and Eastern Rome.

Now that Eastern Rome is being held back by the Persian Empire, it is impossible to send so many cavalry over, so the only thing left in the end is Britain, which he least wants to believe.

If it was the British cavalry, then he could not imagine it, because if it were, he would not have had a second result, and so did France.

If he dies, France without him may not be vulnerable at all, just like Britain without 'King Arthur', without faith, how can it burst out with the greatest power?

Did this trick set me up from the beginning? Clotaire suddenly thought that perhaps this was the purpose of Britain in the first place, to use his eagerness to return to the army to consume the French army as much as possible, and then annihilate him when they were isolated, as long as he Clotel was killed, France would also be in their pocket.

But if this is the case, why did this group of Knights of the Round Table not take a half step back at all, but only delayed their return time with their lives, as if they didn't even know about it. Crotair thought puzzled, because since this is the case, then there is no need for this group of Knights of the Round Table to fight with them at all, they just need to hold them back while retreating.

What's going on?

Crotaire frowned as he looked in the direction from which the shock came, and he did not think about escaping, because he knew that if it was really the British cavalry coming, he would not be able to escape.

Gradually, the heavens and the earth were connected into a line, and the black and linen cavalry roared with the momentum of ten thousand jun, and the smoke and dust raised by the trampling of the horses' hooves covered the sky and the sun like a large dark cloud.

This, sure enough, the British cavalry, looked at the gradually appearing flag, and Clothire fell silent as if his whole person had lost his strength.

"Wang" looked at the petite and majestic figure at the front of the roaring cavalry, and Gawain exclaimed in astonishment.

In just a few moments, the cavalry flying the British flag came to the battlefield, and then crashed into the battlefield without stopping, and suddenly it was as unstoppable as a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and in a few strokes it completely broke up the French camp, and how could the French army, which was scattered by the camp, be able to resist the British cavalry that was far superior in number and full of physical strength? The situation on the battlefield was instantly reversed, like a massacre.

"I'm late," Leah nodded and said lightly, looking at the few Knights of the Round Table who came to her.

Looking at Leah's expression, Lancelot and the others felt that their king was different from before, as if he had become colder and less able to smile.

"My king, why are you here?" asked Lancelot as he stepped forward and asked respectfully.

"I'm just asking you to hold off Clothire as much as you can, who told you to fight them with your life, and if I don't come, will you still be alive?" said Leah, still in a flat voice. But any of them could tell that she was angry, and that there was a subtle trembling.

No one answered, they didn't know what to say, they just kept their heads down and were silent.

Seeing this, Liya sighed softly, she really didn't want to lose anyone, she really didn't want to.

The battle ended quickly, and in the face of the merciless slaughter of Britain, France could not resist at all, and could only retreat one after another, at this moment even Clotaire was already desperate, and he could no longer think of any way to turn the tables.

In the face of the British cavalry's charge, Clotaire had no choice but to gather all the people who were still alive and form a circle to block the British offensive slightly.

Leah looked at the battlefield that was about to end, rode to the middle of the battlefield, and with her arrival, the British side stopped attacking, standing in front of the circle surrounded by France, looking at Clothire in the middle, Leah said expressionlessly but with pride: "I am the king of Britain - King Arthur." ”

Crotair didn't speak, just looked at Leah, he didn't know how to describe his mood at this point.

"Crotair, this is the second time we've met, but the first time we were too far apart to say a word, you must have been very disdainful of me at that time. But this time I'm going to tell you that the war between us was won by me Arthur. Leah raised the sword of the king in her hand and shouted at Crotaire.

"Since you look down on me, the king who was chosen by a sword to be the king, then let me use this 'king's sword' in my hand to tell you that this body is undefeated. ”

Leah turned over and dismounted, clenched the sword in the stone in her hand, and said to Crotair, "Knight Arthur, please fight." ”