"Your Highness."
In a tall building in the northern port of the Spanish Empire, Arthur, wearing military uniform, was resting his hands on the holy sword with his eyes closed.
Outside the window was the sound of gunfire.
He hadn't slept for a long time. Even with the scabbard, he couldn't go without rest for such a long time.
Sonny was also lying on the ground with his legs spread out, looking a little tired.
The red wolf Wolf opened the door and walked in, standing next to Arthur.
“The Spanish Empire dispatched most of their troops and began to block our troop-carrying ships in the Gulf of Baal, hoping to cut off our supply lines.
At the same time, their army was also launching an attack on the port. The port's defense measures were aimed at the sea and not inland, so the battle situation was not optimistic. "
"We made this preparation when we made this plan." Arthur said in a low voice.
“By occupying this port, their ships’ supply lines will be longer than ours, which is our advantage.
As long as we hold on to this period of time, opening up the channel is not a problem. "
Arthur slowly opened his eyes, his eyes bursting with sharp light.
"Are you all ready?"
Wolfe said solemnly, "There are 13,662 Celtic Knights, one man and three horses, all assembled."
Arthur slowly stood up from his seat, stretched slightly, and the joints in his body creaked as he rose.
Following this sound, his energy gradually rose to a peak.
"Let's go."
With that said, he slowly left the room, and they passed through the port city and came to a hidden forest.
The cavalry here are already waiting here.
They were wearing black military uniforms that did not represent any country, and they did not wear any symbols, uniforms or flags representing the Celtic Knights or Britannia.
But looking at them carrying out orders and prohibitions, everyone knew that they were an elite force.
Arthur climbed on a war horse brought from Britannia. They were going to have a running battle. Sonny's endurance was not very good, so riding a horse was the best choice.
He looked around and spoke to the group of Celtic cavalry.
“I believe that you are all very confused about why you are here and why you are wearing these clothes.
But for confidentiality reasons, they didn't tell you.
But now, I can give you an answer.
Based on the intelligence we have on hand, we are certain that the plague that has spread in the south and has killed hundreds of thousands of people so far was spread by the Spanish Empire.
They used some kind of evil magic. The biggest evidence is that none of their own soldiers will get the plague.
And this method is simply impossible for us to prevent. Water and air are all ways for them to spread the plague.
No matter what methods we use, if we can't block the source, it still won't help.
If we want to truly block the source, we must end this war and completely crush the ambitions of the Spanish Empire.
But although we in Britannia have obtained advanced shipbuilding technology, it will still take some time if we want to form absolute combat power.
And if we wait for a few years, the entire south will become a no-man's land due to the plague. If we insist on staying in the south to fight the plague, the pressure on the national treasury will be extremely huge.
In the end, we had only one choice to make, and that was to abandon the South.
Tell me, are you willing to give up the land conquered by our ancestors? ! ? "
"No!" they shouted.
"This is also the core of this plan!"
Arthur said in a deep voice. After this period of tempering, his eyes became more resolute and his voice became calmer. Although he looked immature, he looked like a middle-aged man who had experienced many things in his thirties.
“Occupying this port is just the beginning.
Our fleet is not as good as the Spanish Empire. Even with the steel ships, we cannot completely defend this port against the crazy attacks of the navy and army at the same time.
However, it is still possible to hold on for a month.
During this month, the empire's navy and army will be attracted to this port.
By then, there will be no other main forces except the normal defenders in the remaining areas.
This is our opportunity. "
Arthur pointed to a middle-aged man with Latin American appearance.
"His name is Harris. He has been lurking in the Spanish Empire since the Moria period. He has figured out most of the terrain of the Spanish Empire, and is especially familiar with the Andes Mountains."
Next, we have to cross the Andes Mountains, enter the Spanish Plateau, and rush to the imperial capital day and night as fast as possible.
This may be the longest cavalry charge in the history of the world, and it is also a charge that exceeds the limits of the human body.
You need to face the harshest environment, the most brutal battle, and you may die in a foreign country, in this foreign land, and even the body cannot be returned to the country.
You need to give up the pity in your heart, become a cruel beast, and become a pack of real wild wolves.
But you must remember that all your killings are for Britannia and for the millions of people who may die in the future!
For the land left to us by our ancestors, for decades of peace and happiness for our descendants!
Tell me if you have any hesitation! "
"No!!!"
The knights' answers were sonorous and powerful. Years of battles had already tempered their toughness like steel.
Even if they don't have faith for their family and country, even if it's for the emperor in front of them, they still have reasons to fight.
"very good."
Arthur turned his head and looked at the mountains above, his eyes flashing.
"Set off!"
The two-horse or multi-horse galloping attack is actually not his original creation. It can be traced back to the Huns. Huo Qubing during the Han Dynasty also relied on this method to seal the wolf and live in Xu.
Each person is equipped with multiple horses, one horse is used for riding, and the other horse is used to carry a small amount, or no food and grass baggage at all. Riding alternately can reduce the pressure on the horses and enable them to run farther.
But there are more than 10,000 of them. Where can they get food for so many people?
Naturally, wherever you go, you grab something, and wherever you grab it, you kill.
Arthur has never been a saint. He clearly knows what Char taught him: kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
He will not kill indiscriminately, but will only kill those who need to be killed. For this attack, they need food and supplies, so it is inevitable that they will conflict with the local defenders.
Everywhere they went, they would absorb local people, so the troops would not get lost, and there would be no language barrier in the territory of the Spanish Empire.
All the main forces are at the port, fighting against the main forces of the Brittanian Empire.
Even if the troops stationed nearby learned that a certain town had been plundered by this group of cavalry, by the time they rushed over, they would have already disappeared with their powerful mobility.
They carried no flags or any signs, and these troops could only deduce from those who were still alive that they were a group of horse bandits wandering nearby.
But obviously, their plundering will eventually be noticed and reported to the imperial capital, which will eventually make the enemy wary.
So they need to be quick, before they can react.
Information communication in this era mainly relied on horses. Even if there were well-trained homing pigeons, they were only used to transmit some important war situation information and were used by some intelligence agencies.
Therefore, as long as the speed is fast enough, it is enough to take advantage of this lack of information flow and carry out attacks.
Huo Qubing traveled more than 500 kilometers in six days, but the distance they traveled was farther than this.
This method of warfare requires very powerful cavalry to complete, and only the Celtic Royal Knights in the entire Britannia can do it.
This is a huge test for both horses and people. Their sleep time is no more than three hours a day, and their nerves are tense every day. Even the horses don't know how many horses have been killed.
Fortunately, horses can be supplemented in other towns. There are many plains in South America, especially the vast Pampas grassland, which is very suitable for raising horses, so this is also one of their economic sources.
Finally, on the twenty-first day, they arrived near the royal capital of the Spanish Empire.
They did not rush to attack, but chose to camp in the nearby mountains and forests.
In order not to be exposed, they didn't even light a fire. They just set up a tent and gnawed on the raw meat cut from the dead horses to replenish their strength and prepare for the next day's attack.
All of them had gray faces at the moment, their faces were darkened by the sun, mixed with some blood, and their bodies exuded a strong smell of blood. They had not taken a bath for a long time.
But even though they were tanned, the dark circles under their eyes were still extremely thick, and there was a kind of exhaustion and murderous intent in their eyes that could not be eliminated.
They seemed to have recovered their bloodline from the Celts, one of the three major barbarian tribes in Europe. They drank blood to quench their thirst and ate raw meat to satisfy their hunger, turning into beasts one after another.
Like a pack of real wolves, watching over their prey.
The fierce fighting and attacks all night long had pushed their spirits to the brink of collapse, but just as Arthur said, they had no way out.
The fate of a country is now in their hands.
Arthur's mental state is relatively better with the scabbard of Avalon, and his mental state has become the cornerstone for these knights to maintain their mental state.
He was standing on the edge of the cliff, quietly overlooking the town in the distance.
As the imperial capital of an empire, the construction of this city goes without saying much.
The Spanish Empire is a maritime country, so "water" is one of the soul elements of their architecture. The breath of the waterfront is scattered in every corner, reflecting the perfect harmony between architecture, water and people.
Most of the buildings have low-slope roofs on the upper part with a gentle slope, which is conducive to drainage and wind protection.
Most of the buildings are laid with red porcelain tiles, and the building walls are brushed, forming the typical appearance of Spanish-style buildings: "red tiles and white walls", reflecting a simple texture that is one with nature.
Even late at night, people can still be seen coming and going. It seems that the war on the front line has not spread here.
These people didn't know that because of their emperor's ambition, countless people were dying thousands of miles away, while their emperor was enjoying everything in this country peacefully in the center of his palace.
However, everything will end today
(End of chapter)
