Angwuwuwuwu——!

When they went out to patrol in the morning, when they rushed back to the camp with anxiety, the first thing they saw was the soldiers kneeling on the ground and Artoria standing there at a loss.

Without time to ask what happened, the two of them, who were already anxious, jumped off their horses and pulled out their weapons.

"Everyone is on guard! The enemy is coming!!"

This statement was like a bolt from the blue. The group of soldiers who were still kneeling on the spot in the last second instantly picked up the weapons on the ground, and the next second, they quickly rectified the military formation.

Several large flags were raised in the middle of the army, and three thousand soldiers spread out their formations around the banner. They firmly defended the sacred flag of Great Britain with the ○ formation. Although these soldiers had just suffered a new defeat not long ago, they were the elite regular troops of Great Britain. The iron card and formation that were firmly engraved in their bones will never be forgotten. Seeing that the soldiers had already unfolded their formation, Lancelot hurriedly ran to Artoria.: "Atoris, I need your help!"

"Lancelot, what happened?!"

This is the first time Artoria has seen Lancelot speak to herself with such an anxious expression. Usually, he always treats anyone gentle and gentle. But now he is different from the past. His gentle eyes are now full of cold and cold light. His armor, which has always been cleaned, was stained with blood. Something big must have happened to make Lancelot, who has been calm and calm, become so impatient!

Before Lancelot could open his mouth and explain to Artoria, he saw that Bedivir was also riding on his horse with blood.

"Atoris! We were discovered! It was the legion of the French Will Empire!"

Hearing this sentence, Artoria's eyes suddenly closed, and she unconsciously used force to cut off the hilt of the sword in her hand.

"How could it be so fast..."

The French Will Empire's desire to annex the rich British Isles was far beyond Artoria's expectations. They even dismantled some abandoned warehouses and pulled out wooden boards, and they had to work overnight to continue to build a large number of transport ships to transport local soldiers into the British Isles. At this moment, the Three Lion-Pastel Leopard Legs, which served as the vanguard army, has always been known for its rapid march, so it was because Lancelot said yesterday that France would land for a while, but in just one night, the first French troops had already landed.

"What about the number of enemies? Is there any support?" Artoria asked directly anxiously. At this time, she even forgot that Lancelot in front of her was the real commander of this army.

Lancelot was slightly stunned at first, but then he woke up and was not the time to care about these boring problems.

"Less than three thousand people! But there are a large number of reinforcements and a knights in the rear!" Lancelot replied hurriedly.

Artoria just heard less than three thousand and gave a breath, at least it was not much more than her ability to bear. But when she heard Lancelot say that there were a large number of reinforcements and a knights behind the enemy, Artoria was really almost bitten off. This absolute gap in strength was not an attack they could withstand at this moment.

"What about the number of our soldiers?!"

But no matter what, it was no longer the time to sigh. Artoria re-adjusted her armor as fast as possible and ran towards the high height of the grass in the front of the barracks.

Lancelot and Bedivir both jumped off their horses and followed Artoria to run together.

"If our soldiers do not count the wounded, there are a total of 2,764 soldiers who can fight. However, although these people still have weapons in their hands, there are no long-range archers. If there are long-range troops in the support sent by the other side, we will definitely lose!" Lancelot said as he ran to Artoria's right.

"The enemy approached very quickly, just like us, with no archers. But because I left late, I found that there were crossbows and siege cars behind the enemy. This army was just passing here on the way, but we were unfortunately blocking the way they must pass." Bedevier's face was gloomy, and his face was not as serious as before.

When Artoria and others climbed onto the raised high ground in front of the army, the first thing they saw was the blue three hundred flag "Saint Denis Worship" of the French flag that had appeared on the horizon.

“………Damn it.”

Artoria carefully observed the enemy formation and found that the opponent was lined up with regular formations in a row of lines and pressed step by step. Standing in the middle was a group of spearmen troops holding spears in their hands, and the wings were swordsmen troops holding swords in both hands as their side. Among them, several officers equipped with armor occasionally appeared behind the spearmen. A blue fluff was inserted on the top of their helmets, which symbolized their identity and honor. Judging from their legion configuration and way of travel, this was just a vanguard unit, because they were accidentally caught by Lancelot and Bedivir and then chased after them.

In this way, it is believed that Bedevier and Lancelot knew that the other side was just the vanguard of the way, and there must be a large number of troops in the rear who would come from this road, so they did not lead them away. After all, no matter whether they lead them or not, as long as the real reinforcements from the rear arrived, Artoria and these nearly 3,000 soldiers would inevitably be attacked. In this case, it would be better to rush back immediately to prepare.

"The enemy is not large, but they are all veterans." Lancelot wiped the bridge of his nose with his iron handguard, and then said in a very certain tone.

Artoria calmly asked, "How did you see it?"

"It is mixed but not chaotic, scattered but not distant, and not only is it not nervous but is extremely calm when facing the battle. This kind of army must have been so calm in the battle if it is too much on the battlefield." Bedivir explained with a frown.

Lancelot turned back and then made a gesture to the soldiers below the high ground.

The soldiers understood Lancelot's meaning and quickly divided the camp into three rows, abandoned the round-character array and replaced it with the long snake array, and also divided the formation into three sections, and the soldiers with shields were pushed to the front. There was no panic in the overall action of the three thousand people, and everyone calmly completed the station at the fastest speed.

"If you want to talk about combat effectiveness, we are also on each other..." Lancelot said with a little relief. At least the soldiers behind us don't have to worry about dragging them down.

Artoria's eyes were floating around, trying to find the flaws in the enemy formation, from being able to kill with one blow. If a path could be opened from those groups and capturing the enemy's chief generals alive, it would undoubtedly add a bargaining chip to their hope of survival. However...... Looking at the calm, steady and continuous advancement of the square formation, Artoria was very worried that even if she and others could break in, they would not be able to get out of this problem.

Angwu————!

The French army camp heard a burst of passionate horns. The French army, which had been advancing slowly, suddenly left and ran away. Thousands of feet stomped on the earth at the same time, and bursts of roars pounced on Artoria and the others.

"Here you come!" Bedevier pulled out the sword from his waist, and his whole body gathered up his strength.

"They can't plunder anything from me!" Lancelot's eyes were firm, and he slowly pulled out his giant sword and said in a dull voice.

The French army was extremely strange in advance. Because it was lightweight, it was able to change the formation while advancing at a fast speed. As the rhythmic horns were blowing up, the chargers all let out a roar, and the original long snake formation suddenly divided into three parts. Except for the large number of soldiers in the middle, the other two parts surrounded from the west and south respectively.

Almost at the moment when the French army changed its formation, Artoria's sharp eyes immediately caught this scene.

"Three hundred swordsmen defend the right side, and then three hundred swordsmen defend the left side, heavy shield hands in front of the formation, spear soldiers in the formation! Give you five seconds to consolidate the position!!" Artoria ordered repeatedly, and the group of soldiers under her quickly arranged the troops according to Artoria's command without hesitation.

Roar!! A thousand British spearmen raised their spears at the same time, and the heavy shield hand immediately lifted up the giant shield in his hand to prepare to face the enemy's attack.

"Garreth!!" Artoria shouted without looking back.

With a thud, Gareth's head was covered with mud, but at this moment he was not funny. The giant axe he was carrying was held in his hand at some time and was ready to cause a bloody storm at any time.

The French army was getting closer and closer to the British army, from a hundred meters away to thirty meters, twenty meters, and ten meters. When the soldiers on both sides could see each other's hideous faces, gasping heavily, holding the weapons in their hands and ready to send a fatal blow. As the strong fortress on the front line, the heavy shield hands made strange roars together!

"Aoaoao!! For the holy Great Britain!!"

In just a blink of an eye, the French army had already attacked in front of him. When a French soldier was about to hit the shield of the heavy shield hand, he suddenly jumped! Using the weight of his body and the momentum during his sprint, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound of fracture, he actually knocked over the heavy shield hand in front of him.
Chapter completed!