"I saw -- a man over there was looking at me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he was dressed in simple clothes, without shields and weapons. But his eyes were full of anger and depression. I could feel his soul trembling even when I was standing on this high platform seven meters away from him. ”

Char said, "I understand...... I understand. Yesterday afternoon, the warriors of Great Britain suffered an unprecedented setback and defeat. We were defeated by the Phries, and we were defeated all over the place. And there is simply no reason or explanation that can hide our fiasco at the Ibilik Gap on the Hessian plain. ”

With these words, the soldiers present all bowed their heads in silence......

Char said, "I'm watching you here. I have never been on the battlefield, nor have I had any contact with you soldiers who have returned alive from the battlefield, even for a day, a minute, a second. But I'm sure I've got a very clear understanding of you. And I think anyone standing here like me can clearly see what is standing in front of them...... A flock of bewildered and helpless lambs who have been defeated by despair!"

"But I am not here to accuse you, but to show you the way. I believe that defeat in the war is not what you desire, but you have not yet figured out where your path is. Yes, you may think that following in the king's footsteps is everything, but I must tell you that it is wrong!"

This sentence immediately stirred up a thousand waves, and all the soldiers and knights raised their heads suddenly, looking at Char with surprised and even angry expressions on their faces.

Some of the Knights of the Round Table in the crowd drew their swords - but they never did so, perhaps because Char's next words gave them room to think, to understand what a country and a people are.

"I'm British, too, and I understand that my fellow Britons are living in dire straits. ”

Char looked around, and then began to gradually increase his tone. "You want change, but you are sinking into the sea. The clarion call of war must not be ignited again and again to declare war on the whole world with perseverance. I want to fight, I want to survive, I want to survive, so I want war! You are always under the control of others, and the whole country is under the control of others! You must submit to this will, you must obey this will, and you must be willing to endure this unstoppable war of aggression!"

"We are all Britons. We have noble blood in our veins. It comes from a national consciousness that has not yielded for hundreds of years! Our enemies were the Romans across the ocean, and now our enemies are all the non-Britons around us. We Britons are a wonderful and peaceful people, and all we desire is a full meal and soup every day to live a healthy life, and we swear to God that Britons will never harm any innocent person for reasons other than survival!"

Artoria, who heard this backstage, was visibly touched, as if something was about to awaken.

But it seemed to Lancelot that the topic had become a little dangerous. He was keenly aware that Draco. D. Char is consciously manipulating the minds of the soldiers, trying in vain to punch some fragments of his will into the minds of these soldiers who are gradually fascinated by listening.

True, the soldiers began to be attracted to Char's language, to the self-proclaimed excellent people in his mouth. Char portrays the Britons as a peace-loving people who have to take up arms and resist in order to survive, just as he describes the aggressive nature of other peoples.

Char continued to speak on the stage, while the soldiers were already listening.

"Who are our enemies? Frisians, Germanic Saxons, highlanders of the north, or our good neighbors, the Tedgars? - We have no enemies, because the whole world is our enemy!!"

Char pointed to the distance and raised his voice suddenly, and said emotionally: "Look at it! Great Britain, our former country, is now torn apart! The Saxons and the Highlanders, and the damned Tedgars, are sucking our blood on our bodies! They have taken our food and our land! These are not enough, they have to burn our homes, they will scare us with swords and bows, they will drain the last drop of our blood and wipe us out of the land where our ancestors have lived since the beginning of time!!"

"And just yesterday our compatriots used their own corpses and blood to teach us those who survived another very vivid lesson. They have told us with their lives that their blood has been shed in vain! Because our desire for peace has once again been trampled on and trampled under the feet of the Phries, like mud! They have declared war on us with butcher's knives on the bones of our countrymen! We are here to be the cowards who have abandoned our comrades and fled! We have been saved by the warriors who died honorably on the Iberic Gap! and we are still here to give up on ourselves! With the expression of a lost dog, he was furious at a little ghost who didn't even bring a weapon here!!"

"Britons—!Are your courage swallowed up by the Phries?!, who should have been proud eagles soaring in the sky, but now you have fallen into this dunghill-like place for five miles, and have abandoned yourself!?

"No!!We don't!!"

Char, who was in high spirits on the high platform, shouted loudly.

"The Britons don't need that kind of waste!! The Britons are always free and never give in! Our shame and our blood must be reckoned! The cost of the enemy's blood and tears will be returned to us tenfold and hundredfold with as many tears as we have left!"

"All of you give me a good look at the people around me! Remember their faces and the color of their blood! When one day you realize that neither you nor the other person are alive! Then you must have died in the battle with great glory! And I swear to God that your comrades will defeat the enemy! Wash away your shame by shedding rivers of blood from their killings!!!

Many of the soldiers in the audience were already wiping their tears with bloody robes, some of which were their own and some of which belonged to their partners. But all of this blood has the same meaning, and that is the blood of the Britons......

"Britons, we have no way back. Less than two hundred miles behind is our capital, and on this road there are thirty towns, six cities, more than a hundred towns, and hundreds of thousands of innocent compatriots. They're like you, they don't have weapons, they don't have shields, and they don't even know what the battlefield is. ”

"It's the same with me, because I've only been involved in small battles, but I've never actually been on the battlefield yet. ”

"But here I dare to swear to heaven that if we retreat here, let the Frijians march all the way into the heart of our Britons. Your family, loved ones, friends, and lovers and children. You will all be left with nothing, children and old people will be killed, and women and children will be forced and trafficked. They will do this, there is no need to doubt any reason, they will do it!The Friesians will surely destroy the women and children behind us tenfold or even a hundredfold as they have destroyed us now!!"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue was already tense.

The gray dead air in the soldiers' eyes was gradually receding, and their eyes were full of life again. Because of fear and hatred, a fire burned in their breasts, and that anger was enough to melt everything about them, including reason and life.

The soldiers looked at Char with eyes full of tears and red with anger, at this moment they no longer excluded Char's existence, and even because of his words, they were inspired, inspired, and spiritually renovated!

At this moment, not only these soldiers, but even the Knights of the Round Table were strongly affected. They had even begun to imagine how terrible the unsuspecting villages and towns would be if they retreated from here.

The knights were furious, and the noble chivalry urged them again and again like a whip to get out of this place of grievance on their horses now. Like a warrior and a knight, use your chest to meet the future, whether it is a path of triumph full of glory or the door of death to hell.

"We ...... Never retreat half a step back. Artoria slowly closed her eyes and made the most resolute and resolute decision she had made since she became king, without a trace of confusion.

Char took a deep breath and looked at the venue that had been warmed up below.

"Today the Friesian army is approaching. At this very moment, they are less than two days away from us, and they can even kill us in a day if they wish!, but I believe they will need at least six or even seven days of repair, and in this time lag we still have a chance-still a chance!!" Char shouted as he swung his arm violently, as if he were holding a long knife in his hand.

At this moment, everyone in the venue held their breath and listened attentively to Char's words.

At this time, only Char's passionate speech echoed clearly over the entire venue.

"British! British! All of you here let us unite as if we were brothers! We must turn our strength into collective strength, and let our will become a noble spirit in the service of the will of the team! Your glory will be like King Arthur's golden sword, shining with dazzling light all your life, and your descendants and those around you will admire you! And that light is the light of Great Britain is our only meaning of existence!"

"For Great Britain!!" was already heard from the crowd shouting of the soldiers.

"Let our lives be as idle as ants, but we will give everything we have for this country and for all Britons! until we shed our last drop of blood! for Great Britain! for British! For King Arthur—glory to Great Britain!!!!," Char shouted in a voice of hysterical madness.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!" the soldiers below shouted as if they were crazy. Their voices roared like the waves of the sea, almost irrationally like madmen. There was no reason in that roar, and he had completely abandoned his tired thinking and dedicated himself to being a punctuation point for the group.

"Today, we stand here! We stand on the land of Great Britain! We stand on this land that our ancestors watered with their blood and dignity! Therefore, whether in the past or in the future, we and our children and grandchildren will still stand on this land as we are! Someone will bully us! Stepping on our heads to make a blessing and trample on the dignity and glory of our Britons. Then don't hesitate!Don't fall asleep!Stand up, take up arms, Britannia!!"

"If one day you and I will die, then we will also be like our ancestors, and let our descendants be like us! Hold high the banner of Great Britain and fight until the last drop of blood is shed! Let us go to heaven with a smile at the end, even if we die on this land! Then look at the warriors who have sacrificed for Great Britain in the past, and we can proudly tell them with our heads held high! We shed the last drop of blood for Great Britain! We do not fight for slavery! We fight for freedom! We are not objects, we are not cattle and horses, we are people!

"If the enemies of the world have not yet clearly understood this, damn it! Let us use our swords to bring the prestige of Great Britain to heaven-!!!"

"Britannia!Britannia!King Arthur!King Arthur!!"

"Britannia!Britannia!King Arthur!King Arthur!!"

"Britannia!Britannia!King Arthur!King Arthur!!"

"Britannia, Britannia, King Arthur, King Arthur!!" roared the soldiers, their frenzied passion had infected the entire field, their anger and hope for a turning the future around had completely overpowered their previous despair. Those eyes were wide open and full of hope, and Char's figure was full of reflections. At this moment, the soldiers did not care who he was or where he came from, and all words and reasons were so pale in this moment of morale and frenzy.

They don't need reason and thinking! They need venting and fighting. The blood in their chests was already burning, and they almost wanted to go crazy, but they couldn't stop at all, and could only roar hysterically like madmen, as if this was the only way to relax the passion that would never go down a little.

The entire venue was swept into a huge wave of sound.

The sound was so powerful that Lancelot and Bedwell standing in the background, as well as all the Knights of the Round Table present, were stunned. They looked at the crazy and enthusiastic soldiers in front of them in deep shock, and they couldn't imagine that they were a group of remnants of the defeated army not long ago!

And of these people, Artoria was the most stimulated. With an almost demented gaze, she looked at the man on the stage who was frantically stirring up the atmosphere of the venue. Like the devil who opened the gates of hell, he brought the most violent and primitive side of the soldiers' hearts to the world, and at the same time put chains on them so that they could only give their last drop of blood for Great Britain forever.

"Don't, don't be kidding... Is this the same army that looked like burnt candles from before?" ......" Bedwell was terrified, completely frightened by Drake D. Char. If he had doubts about Char before, there was no doubt that Drak Char had completely shattered his sanity, and his face was distorted to the point of disbelief in paleness.

"Is that the real strength of that man? No, maybe it's only a thousandth of it. But that alone is enough to be the strongest and greatest threat that our Great Britain has ever seen. If one day he were to become an enemy of Britain, I could not imagine myself facing such a fanatical and crazy army...... In the end, even if we can overcome it, we will inevitably lose to the point of unacceptability. ”

Lancelot's face was also a little pale, and he said in a somewhat trembling voice.

The shocking waves that reverberated in the hall were so high that Lancelot could barely stand still. At this moment, he had a look of fear and vigilance on his face, and his expression was extremely complicated to look at Char's back.

Artoria stood stunned and looked at Char.

Somewhat dazed, turquoise pupils looked at the soldiers around them who were fanatically chanting their names. For the first time, Artoria questioned her leadership as king.

It may be ridiculous to say, but there is no doubt that the right hand holding the holy sword trembling slightly is clearly telling Artoria that she is now afraid, and for the first time there is a feeling of powerlessness that fills her heart. And the culprit of all this is the man who stands at the highest place of course, with a calm and indifferent face.

There were a few other Knights of the Round Table who were also affected, but most of them were affected by the mood of the room at this time, and they were completely driven by the frenzy.

The only ones who could barely resist the frenzy were Knight Gawain, and his aristocratic ally Howard.

If Howard used to think of Drake D. Char as a clown, now he undoubtedly seems to have met the biggest and strongest opponent in his life. And that opponent is very unfortunate to stand on the opposite side of himself.

At this moment, Howard seemed to have met the future. In the near future, he will be one of the targets of Drake D. Char's cleanup.

And that's not the end of it.

Char raised his right arm and one hand, and shouted at the sea of passionate people who had turned into a burning audience under the stage.

"Now that our enemies are outside, it is unprecedented for the Friesians to be so close to us. Perhaps they have defeated our army! But he will never be able to defeat the spirit of the glorious Britons! Even if we fall, our children will inherit our free will! We will fight to the end for the sake of this country and this nation!!"

"We're not just going to fight!We're going to drive the Frithians out of Britain once and for all!, but even if we drive them out, the war will still exist, so we have to prepare for a great war like never before!!"

"So to end this war, which has already killed enough people! Tell me the Britons - do you want it to end?!"

"Yes, yes, yes!!" The soldiers raised their right hands in the same way as Char, and shouted feverishly.

"Then tell me that you want a great war that is holy and huge, and sends all the Phrysians to hell!!That will be the first war in the history of this world with the ultimate goal of exterminating a race!, and we Britons will be the first and last great army in the world to override the entire continent of Europe!!"

"Want, want, want, want!!" the soldiers replied with a rousing shout.

"Then we'll do it! If one day our descendants ask us, why the Pinggu Mountains (where the city of Fries) is located?

Then you can proudly tell your children that it is stained red by the blood of the Phries, the wicked people whom we have slain!!If the Phries, if they are not afraid of the sword in our hands, let them remember the fear of being trampled under our boots!!Here in the name of King Arthur!Kill all the Fries!!Destroy them completely!!!!!!! glory to Great Britain!!!!!!!! Char raised his arms on the high platform and shouted, and the soldiers underground responded in groups.

"Glory to Great Britain!!"

"Glory to Great Britain!!"

"Glory to Great Britain!!"

"Glory to Great Britain!!"

...............

Feverish slogans echoed in the icy night sky.

This minute, this second, this moment begins.

-- The world.

--I opened my eyes.