"Please forgive our uninvited disturbances, sir. We have no intention of coming here. We just want to know what happened here. Please, why are the soldiers with the Imperial Legion logo so dejected? The morale of the army is distracted?" Bedevier walked out of the team, came to Lancelot and bowed slightly before saying.

According to the common Elijah of the Knights on the mainland, the Knights do not need to kneel down to anyone, including the king.

The other party expressed his intention so easily, which Lancelot could not have expected. But it was good. Since the other party had already made it clear, there was no need to continue to guess. Lancelot sorted out his appearance and then gave a knightly salute to Bedevier in the same posture.

"No need for such respect. In fact, I am just an agent leader. For your question..." Lancelot showed a regretful expression, stretched out his hands and faced his palms flat towards Bedivir. "I think everything in front of me has given you the best answer."

Bedley frowned immediately. This sentence reminded him of many things, but what he was most worried about was undoubtedly whether Lancelot's implicit meaning was what he guessed...

"Sorry, please explain it more clearly? I really think about why my compatriots are so embarrassed, and even abandon their pride as human beings. Facing the flag of my country fell on the ground but turned a blind eye to it, and trampled on it with dirty feet, he had no sense of shame! All of this is really infuriating!" Artoria suddenly inserted the conversation between the two and looked straight at Lancelot and said.

With one hand pointed at the group of soldiers outside the tent, Artoria asked Lancelot: "If you are really the leader of this legion, you should be ashamed of it whether you are a temporary or not!"

Lancelot shook his head gently, looking regretful: "I'm very sorry, although I can fully understand your reason for being angry. However, facing the deserters who were chased in a mess just six hours ago, it is the greatest gift for them to be able to live well at this moment. Others... In short, I am willing to bear this responsibility for the blasphemy of honor. If you want to blame me, please accuse me of myself."

Chasing? A hint of surprise flashed in Artoria's eyes. What exactly could make the elite legion of the British Empire encounter a situation described by the word "chasing"?

"No, I don't want to blame anything, nor do I have the identity to accuse you of your fault. I also want to forgive my reckless behavior. But can you please explain what happened when you just used the word "chased"?"

Artoria was not a fool, but because the matter just happened too bad, she was so angry that she lost her mind. If she calmed down and thought about it carefully, Artoria soon discovered that things were not as simple as she imagined. It was just a stupid act to make judgments against unknown facts. So Artoria was willing to apologize sincerely and hoped that Lancelot could give herself an explanation.

"That's true, we want to know what's going on here, without any offense or over-estimating behavior in it." Bedevier also said to Lancelot.

Lancelot saw that the other party seemed to know nothing. He sighed softly and retelled his own miserable defeat again. But since the other party has already asked him so, even a knight who treats others with sincerity will definitely explain it.

"Okay, then I'll explain it to you briefly. Our Great Britain Empire was defeated in the century-old sacred war against the French Will Empire! The remaining defeated generals you see here are the last remaining troops in Great Britain after the melee where hundreds of thousands of troops were crowded together!"

As soon as Lancelot said this, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and waves of muffled thunder continued to echo from the distant sky...

The sea level of the sea gradually became uneasy, just like Artoria's heart at this moment.

"We just escaped here this morning. On the way, we met the Spanish navy and finally got rid of them. But... Unfortunately, we have exposed our purpose. I think it will be found here soon. The French Empire has been working overnight to build ships to cross the Strait of England. I think that soon the soldiers of the French Empire will set foot on this land and drag the entire English Peninsula into the brutal vortex of war..."

A series of news that Lancelot revealed, let alone Artoria, who had fallen into a stiff mind, even the calm and meticulous Bedevier had a shocked expression on his face.

When Great Britain was defeated, the Spanish Navy actually appeared near the Great Britain waters, while the French Will Empire was rushing to build a fleet overnight......

"Do they... do they want to take this opportunity to attack England and plunder everything?!" Bedwell muttered in surprise...

Lancelot showed a wry smile, and then a message broke out and said: "I'm afraid it's not just the Spanish fleet, but also the transport ships of the French Will Empire and the vanguard of the Roman Empire. By the way, the reason why our Great Britain was defeated was because the Roman Empire suddenly increased its troops to support the French Will Empire. They... used a set of superficial political skills to tease the whole world."

Looking back at the Roman legion that suddenly appeared on the battlefield that day, the red armor, red flags and red cloaks were as vast as they covered the world. Their roars in unison were like the sound of a person. Their steps were neat and heavy, and the earth was trampled on by them in a trembling manner. The archers who were proud of Britain played almost minimal roles with their skillful cooperation.

It was an unequal battle. When the British army collided with the Roman army, the British Legion quickly collapsed at almost three times the speed of rushing over. With superb martial arts and extremely strict discipline, the strength of the Roman soldiers was far beyond Britain's expectations. They overcame the difficulties that the legion had always had noble personal force but did not obey orders. The warriors with high martial arts were as one under the strict discipline of the Roman military.

The Roman Empire, led by the new generation of emperor Caesar, has embarked on a more brilliant future. But as they move towards the future, what will Great Britain and their ally the Marxic Will Empire become... and how other countries in the world are preparing to deal with this sudden rise of the Eagle Empire? Lancelot was very worried about it.

In the simple tent there are four people who are deeply worried about the future of Great Britain. Artoria is in a panic at the moment. She never thought that one day the country she respected would fall to the crisis of destruction. And if everything is indeed as Lancelot said, then soon on the other side of the sea, those enemies like wolves and tigers will rush into the English Peninsula. The once peaceful and peaceful ritual of heaven (meaning the beautiful and charming grassland scenery) will be swallowed up by the fire of war, and the old, weak, sick and disabled will be savagely massacred by the enemy!

All the grudges and grudges over the past century will be borne by the defeated country, and the hatred over the past century will be vented to each other's subjects. However, these hatreds can still be used for money to obtain peace for the nobles. So what should those innocent people do? Just watch them fall under the enemy's butcher's knife? The old man will despair and scream for the loss of his children. Women will be used by barbaric enemies to vent their desires and then kill them. Children will lose their homes and be forced to join hard labor. If they encounter famine, they may be secretly killed and eaten...

Crunched... Artoria gritted her teeth tightly. She was afraid that everything she imagined at this moment would become reality.

Bedivir looked at Artoria's blood-lost face, as if it would explode anytime and anywhere. He put his hand on Artoria's shoulder worriedly, indicating that he was still by her side at this moment...

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much. After all, we still have the last trump card." Lancelot saw that the air was getting heavier, so he hurriedly spoke to mediate the atmosphere. "No matter what, our king will not sit idly by. After all, if all the subjects die, then the king is just a title. What's more, our King Yuser is a natural king who can use decades to sweep away the British Isles for hundreds of years. Such talents and political means are definitely not comparable to those of other countries."

It would be fine if Lancelot didn't say this, but as soon as he said it, Bedevier's face suddenly became gloomy...

Maybe others don't know about it here, but Bedevier has already heard some rumors about King Yuser. The king was unwell and the power was handed over to the great sage Merlin. The princes under him started a open and secret battle around the title of King of Great Britain. The whole kingdom had already spread a strong smell of blood...

Internal and external troubles, in front of the two imperial coalitions of the mainland, two major imperial forces rushed into the inland of Great Britain, and behind them, there were bloody and open guns and hidden arrows from the Kingdom. In this situation that was almost so bad that it could no longer be worse, it would be difficult to protect yourself just by relying on the few thousand soldiers of Lancelot, not to mention what they did...

Sure enough, the plan at this moment should be to immediately take my Lord away from this place of right and wrong. If you escape to the Ireland Islands, the mountain of Purun King City can be relied on. Even if it is not possible, you can use the developed maritime trade of Purun King City to travel to other countries at any time. But although you think so... Bedevier looked down at Artoria, looking at the eyes that seemed to be burning in flames, you knew that the other party would not agree with his ideas. On the contrary, if it were her, she would likely charge against the enemy regardless of everything, for her knighthood and the idea of ​​saving the motherland.

"So, do you have any plans at this moment? Sir." Bedivir did not tell everyone about King Yuser, but instead inquired about Lancelot's next plan.

Planning? Lancelot sighed and then said, "Save the soldiers you can rescue as much as possible, and lead them back to London no matter how badly you are. However, I am very worried about whether this low-morning team can hold on to London. We have very little food left, and there are still pursuers who don't know when they will appear... The future is worrying."

"If this is the case, please forgive me for my rude request. Please bring us with me, and I am willing to contribute my strength." Artoria suddenly said, and Bedivir beside her showed an expected expression. Sure enough, even if she knew that there were unknown dangers ahead, she would have to break through it straight. She deserves to be the one whom she is following.

Bedevier's smile became more gentle and brighter. He slowly raised his right arm: "If you don't dislike it, please bring me with you. No matter what, I am still confident in my swordsmanship. And those who vow to protect their lives will embark on this dangerous path, so I naturally have no choice."

"So too, I'll follow you to the death." Gareth murmured, feeling very depressed by him who had been ignored before.

Lancelot looked at the three people in front of him with a little touch. They had such awareness and were willing to contribute to the motherland that was in crisis, which made Lancelot truly feel that there was hope in this country. Especially the shortest among them (forgive Lancelot's rudeness at the moment...) Although it seemed weak and vulnerable, the look of willingness to contribute everything to his country was definitely the brightest and most beautiful and dazzling eyes that Lancelot had seen so far.

Righteousness? No, it is a look of perseverance to the end and never giving up, and never looking back. In front of these eyes, any conspiracy, any deceitful thoughts will be ashamed. Just looking at each other for a while, Lancelot felt that his world seemed to have been opened in a new corner, and everything was full of unknowns, and it was worth exploring everything in it.

Huh! Lancelot let out a strong sigh.

"I admire you all very well-known martial arts and noble chivalrous spirit. Please allow me to introduce myself solemnly. My name is Lancelot, who is the deputy commander of the Logistics Army of the Third Legion of Great Britain." Lancelot said very seriously.

"Garreth, no last name." Gareth continued to muffle.

"Haha, my name is Bedevier, and I'm honored to meet the adults." Bedevier said with a smile.

Lancelot shook his hand, and the other party kept talking to him and made him feel very uncomfortable. Moreover, he didn't want to continue using this strange name to hinder the closeness between people. I don't know when it started, Lancelot gradually wanted to get close to their group and integrate into it. This feeling was like finding a like-minded partner, which made people so happy that they couldn't stop.

"Then, I haven't invited a girl yet... Well, the name of a respectable person." Lancelot said halfway and suddenly changed his name, because he obviously saw a hint of panic and nervousness flashing in the other person's eyes when he said the word "female". So the understanding Lancelot immediately changed a noun, which made the other person's expression relax a little.

Lancelot reached out and handed it to Artoria, looking at Artoria without any impurities.

Well, to be honest, this is the first time Artoria has come into contact with such a person with the title of leadership, and it is inevitable that she will be nervous. But Artoria soon put this aside, because at this moment she is all thinking about how to prevent the French army from landing.

"Atoris (Artoria). Pandra (fake surname), please give me some advice."

"Atoris, I am Lancelot. Please give me some advice in the future..."

Artoria's brows gradually unfolded. The person she met today seemed unexpectedly a respectable knight.

Lancelot smiled even more innocently because he felt that life in the future would likely undergo a major change. Well... Isn't there such a sentence? Following people who are born extraordinary, then you should never think about continuing to be ordinary.

So Artoria, Bedevier and Gareth joined Lancelot's team.

Faced with the unknown difficulties and obstacles of the future, the four of them got together for a common purpose. They laid a solid foundation for the original prototype of the Knight of the Round Table, and also made a strong mark for the future destiny of Great Britain...

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