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King Arthur's tent fell silent, and the guards who were usually stationed there were removed.

Inside the huge tent, only a lit candle shone faintly, illuminating King Arthur's pale and dead face. Her thin body leaned lightly on the throne, trembling as she clung to the golden sword in her arms. The white lips and teeth bit the edge of the lip lightly, and the whole person shrunk into a ball on the throne.

The surrounding soldiers were forbidden to approach the place, and even the Knights of the Round Table were not allowed to approach without the king's consent.

For the king is majestic and perfect, always standing up at a critical time to save ten thousand beings.

...... The king is holy.

Therefore, you can't let people see the weak side of being a king.

...... The lonely side.

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Not far outside the king's tent, Lancelot and Bedwell were standing by a fire and talking.

"The loss this time is very heavy, and I am afraid that the nobles will take this opportunity to challenge the king and ask her to hand over part of the military power. ”

Lancelot was bandaged with one hand, and the wound had been disinfected. Of course, the only one who does everything and has this consciousness is Draco. D. Char too. After all, it's half a friend, and it's not enough to worry about it.

“...... The matter of the nobles will be talked about later, and the defeat of the king in the first battle is not worth mentioning, after all, she is the first time she has entered the battlefield. And his bravery is recognized by you, other knights, and soldiers, and the army is worry-free for a short time. Bedwell looked at the flames dancing in the camp, and his mood was a little dull.

"The point now is that our army has lost the power to stop the further invasion of the Phries, and we may need to retreat strategically to another city to defend it. But in this way, the southern part of Britain will fall, and if you want to get it back, you don't know how many lives will have to be filled. ”

Lancelot sighed deeply, how could he not understand the gravity of the current situation.

It's just that he subconsciously wanted to ignore these things before, but now after Bedwell mentioned it again, his mood became even heavier.

The king was devastated, and he took all the blame for the defeat on himself, and felt a great deal of guilt for the two Knights of the Round Table who died in battle. But war is called war when people die so much that they want to vomit, and I am afraid that at his age, I may not be able to think of it......" Lancelot said in a heavy tone.

Bedwell also nodded silently.

"Wang is young and inexperienced. But none of this can hide the light that he will become a Ming Jun. But Mingjun also needs time to grow, and he also needs more training to make himself more proficient in controlling the country. And before he could fully grow, he defended and guarded him for the very purpose of the existence of our Twelve Knights of the Round Table. ”

Lancelot said indifferently: "But today we are derelict in our duties. The death of the Knights of the Round Table is sad, but if it stains the king's path with an indelible stain, we lose our position. So in any case, the king of the Phrythians must die...... He can't erase the shadow of this time without dying. ”

The atmosphere in the air suddenly tightened, and a terrifying murderous aura spread around.

Looking at Lancelot's face, distorted with anger, Bedwell reached out and gently placed his hand on the old fellow's shoulder.

Scared, Lancelot woke up from his anger and retracted his murderous aura.

"I have no objection to the idea that you want to assassinate King Henbos, after all, your disguise is the first class in all of Great Britain, and few people can see through it. But now is not the time to do that kind of thing, now the army needs someone to sustain him, and the king needs someone to support him. You are the closest person to the king here, and if you are gone, will you leave the king alone to bear all this?"

Bedwell tried to persuade Lancelot, but to no avail.

"I understand Bedwell, that's why I'm looking for you. Your loyalty is rare among the Knights of the Round Table, and I am most assured that you will be behind the King. However, if I had not assassinated King Henbos, his army would have arrived here in two days, and in three days he would have caught up with the remnants of our army...... When the time comes, most people will surely die. Lancelot said.

"So you want to stall on your own?"

"If the king is assassinated...... Of course it is unlikely, but it is possible to slow down the pace of aggression because of fright. I'm going to leave tonight, and I'll find a way to sneak into the ranks of the Fries, looking for an opportunity. ”

“..................”

Suddenly, Bedwell fell silent, his expression a little strange.

"What's wrong, Bedwell?"

Lancelot looked at Bedwell's uncertain face and asked with a frown.

Coming back to my senses.

Bedwell said, "...... No, I was just a little too surprised to be stunned. ”

Looking up at the sky, Bedwell remembered what Char had said not long ago.

"Lancelot, do you know? Your thoughts and decisions have already been seen through by one person. It's hard to believe, but his assertions have been fulfilled by yourself. Bedwell said in an unhurried tone, as if with some sighs.

"He prophesied your defeat and made it true. At the same time, he also said that if you were defeated, Lancelot would definitely risk your life to infiltrate the Phrysian army and assassinate King Hembos. And he also said that your assassination will succeed and it will fail. The death of King Henbos would not stop the Phrysians from continuing their aggression, but would only further provoke them to fight back against Britain in a frenzied manner. ”

Lancelot frowned tightly, and he could roughly guess who the man was when he looked at Bedwell's expression.

“...... Draco. D. Char? Why did he say that? ”

"yes, I don't believe it either, but he does have a point. What the Friesians need is not a king's leader, but a bloodthirsty amplifier. They don't need civilization and inheritance, they just need war and interests. The overly simple way of life has made them far more powerful than us Britons. The so-called king is not very important to the Phries, if they die, then it is better to replace them with a stronger and more bloodthirsty person, and then continue to lead them into the bloody town of Britain, and then avenge their dead king by the way. Incidentally...... Nothing more. ”

"That guy knows the Phries!" said Lancelot, gritting his teeth. He had sensed it when Char had warned him to watch out for the Phriesian cavalry, and Char seemed to have a deep understanding of the Phries, but he was reluctant to elaborate. If that guy had been more careful in advance, the British army might not have lost so badly!

Lancelot thought with some hatred. He seemed to have completely forgotten the fact that Char had been forcibly tied up and brought over by him......

Char called this an intelligence war. He said that the only way to know the enemy is to know the enemy better than the enemy, and to let the enemy see himself is as unclear as seeing a flower in the fog. This is the basis for victory in a war. But our British knights couldn't do that, and the scouts sent out only inquired about the number and location of the enemy, ignoring what Char thought was the most important point. ”

Bedwell looked up at Lancelot and said seriously, "Their beliefs and habits. These are the two most crucial points that Char thinks we have completely ignored. It is precisely because of these two points that our levies died so miserably, and even the corpses of many warriors were reduced to food for the other side. ”

Now, most of the corpses of the British soldiers who had fallen to the battlefield had been stripped naked by the Fries, and thrown directly into the boiling water. The Friesian people are not very particular about eating people, as long as they are washed and boiled, they will directly pounce on them and bite them until they are full.

Don't be surprised to see the Phries making fires directly on the site of the battlefield, which is their food ground.

“...... Intelligence war. Again, this kind of word that always hits the nail on the head and categorizes our mistakes instantaneously. He's really an adult with a lot of talent. I originally wanted to keep him with the king, mainly so that the king could break up the attacks of the nobles from the rear. Now I want to come...... It's that I think too highly of myself, but I look down on the nobles. ”

"Still, I'm going to beat him up when I get the chance. Lancelot said.

"Then please call me when the time comes. ”

Lancelot glanced at Bedwell suspiciously.

"Don't ask me why, I don't want to say ......"

Bedwell said with a look of fear and disgust.

It seems that the smell of fish oil has left a deep shadow on Bedwell's heart......

"By the way, where is Char now?"

"He had a plan to put our troops into the abandoned town and establish a defensive line. I did not agree, because this was a military decision that could only be made after the king's approval. ”

“............”

“............”

Bedwell and Lancelot were silent at the same time.

Then the two of them suddenly stood up from the ground, and their eyes stared straight at the king's tent in the distance.

"Oh no," both of them shouted at the same time.