I'm really not an old sword

In response.

Richard I also led his Crusaders out of the city and lined up in a row facing Lin Qingsu's troops.

This was also the most common 'tactic' in the Middle Ages.

Head-to-head.

As for the tactics when the two armies fight, whether the cavalry will charge each other or one side charges and the other side responds with tactics such as shield lancers, it depends on the strength difference between the two sides and the choice of the commander.

As far as the eye can see, there are rows and rows of knights in armor.

A solemn knight in heavy white armor.

And a black-armored knight wearing a cloak with a blood-red cross painted on it.

"King Arthur?!"

A surprised voice broke the gloomy atmosphere on the battlefield.

Lin Qingsu looked in the direction of the voice.

Then I saw a young knight with blond hair and red highlights.

Lin Qingsu nodded slightly.

All of a sudden, the Crusader troops became visibly noisy, and the blond knight who asked the question even rode his horse away from the majority of the troops and came towards him.

"..." Lin Qingsu glanced at Lancelot beside her.

"That is Richard, King Richard I."

Lancelot's face darkened.

If possible, he really didn't want to admit that he was defeated by such a person.

Hearing this, Lin Qingsu rode his horse forward as well.

And met Richard in the center of the formation.

"Are you the leader of the Crusaders?"

"Yes, my name is Richard Plantagenet, a descendant of Melyusina, and also of you..."

Who is Melyuzina?

Looking at Richard with an excited face, Lin Qingsu fell into deep thought.

Although I heard from Lancelot that this person is a bit strange.

but...

Is this guy really the leader of the Crusaders?

Richard, who was talking freely, dismounted, picked up his cloak and walked to Lin Qingsu's horse. "I grew up listening to your stories and admire you very much. Can you give me an autograph?"

"...Can."

"Great, can I just sign here?" Richard pointed to the cloak on his chest armor.

Seeing this, Lin Qingsu dismounted, feeling a little confused.

Richard immediately took off the armor on his left hand, drew his sword and slashed it, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on his palm.

"Sorry for your trouble!"

Before the fight, he cut his own hand just to get an autograph.

You are really something.

Lin Qingsu had a thousand words in her heart but didn't know where to start.

With his bloody fingers, he wrote "Arthur Pendragon" on the cloak on Richard's chest.

Richard's arms trembled with excitement. He carefully pulled the cloak open in front of his chest and spread it in his hands. He blew it a few times and stuffed it into the armor on his chest for safekeeping.

"Thank you so much, I will definitely treasure it."

Lin Qingsu nodded with an awkward but polite smile.

He finally understood why Lancelot was speechless when talking about him.

This kid is so sincere.

Richard held his hand and chatted for a long time. Then he turned around and scratched his face embarrassedly: "Well, my friends are also your fans. Can you say a few words to them?"

"it is good."

Lin Qingsu naturally would not refuse such a request to boost the morale of his own side.

"That's great... Uh, please wait a moment."

Richard trotted up to Lancelot.

"I'm your fan. Besides King Arthur, you're the one I admire most. Can you sign an autograph for me?"

Lancelot fell silent.

Gao Wen's expression was a little strange, and you could tell he was trying very hard to hold back his laughter.

"Puff!" Gareth didn't cover his mouth.

Lin Qingsu exclaimed, "What a great guy!"

After beating up their idol, fans asked for his autograph. That's a double humiliation, right?

Um, wait...

Lin Qingsu suddenly fell into deep thought when she saw the armor on Richard's chest.

......

And he and Richard arrived at the front of the Crusaders.

Looking at Richard's friends and the Crusaders with eager and admiring eyes.

Lin Qingsu suddenly realized.

I feel like King Arthur.

The calmer ones rode on their horses and looked at him eagerly, while the more lively ones simply followed Richard's example, dismounted and ran up to him, eagerly took his hand and introduced themselves.

"Hello, I'm Locksley, and I've been listening to your stories since I was little."

"Hello, I'm William Marshall. I've been aiming for you since I was a kid, but I never thought I'd have the chance to meet you."

"..."

The Crusaders, who were originally in an orderly formation, dismounted and lined up in a long queue in order to shake hands with him.

They even ignored the original charge formation.

If you are a little bit immoral.

If we let the entire army charge at this time, I'm afraid they will be defeated in one round.

Looking at the admiring and ardent eyes of the heroes and crusaders, some of whom he patted on the shoulders to encourage, he trembled with excitement and his eyes filled with tears.

Lin Qingsu seemed to be lost in thought.

It seems that my face is quite effective in the West?

Chapter 5: Nitocris and the Holy Grail

Lin Qingsu returned to the rear of the army.

The scene of the king leading the charge can only be seen on TV dramas.

Several Knights of the Round Table each led a team.

The Crusaders rearranged their formation, and the two sides confronted each other on the wide dry ground. As the order was given, the horses in front galloped towards the other side.

There was a faint sound of violent vibration coming from the earth.

The white army formation and the black army formation rushed towards each other at an extremely fast speed under the dazzling sunlight.

intertwined.

Dyed with the other person's color.

The sound of metal clashing, soldiers shouting, horses neighing...

The dry earth seemed stained with blood.

Lin Qingsu stood on the cliff and watched quietly, her black cloak fluttering behind her as the wind whistled on the cliff.

Watching the scene where the white gradually swallows up the black.

The desire to take action gradually faded.

He didn't have many memories of "Arthur Pendragon", and his experience as a king was only vague and based on instinct.

The adoring gazes of the Crusaders and heroes.

Also, watching the Knights of the Round Table, led by the Knights of the Round Table, methodically break through the Crusaders' charge.

Lin Qingsu suddenly felt like she was the boss.

Until a golden figure rushed in front of him.

"Are you going to fight me alone?"

"How do you know if it works if you don't try?" Richard laughed heartily and rushed over with a sword in hand.

After the fight, Lin Qingsu gradually understood why Lancelot couldn't beat him.

His speed is unbelievable.

And the bigger the faster.

His skills have reached a superb level, and what's even more cheating is that he can use any branches, wood or even long stones he picks up from the ground as weapons, and can also release what seems to be a weakened version of "Excalibur".

Although it is a weakened version, the energy level has reached a terrifying level.

'Bah! '

Richard's iron boots dug deep into the ground and he slid back several meters.

The armor on his body has sword edges.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough violently.

"Only in this way can you beat me."

You can release "Excalibur" by picking up any 'weapon'.

This is extremely difficult for any heroic spirit.

But not him.

Imitation is just imitation after all. No matter how similar it is, its strength is incomparable to the brilliance of the real holy sword. Although Richard's magic power is also exaggerated, it is still a pipe dream to want to exhaust his magic power.

If he were in Tokyo back then, he might find it difficult to deal with Richard.

but now...

"It seems I still cannot reach the level of my ancestor."

"But this is enough." Richard smiled heartily: "Let me see your brilliance."

"Excalibur, the Sword of Eternal and Distant Victory!"

Richard raised his sword with both hands.

Starlight.

Unparalleled brilliance began to condense on the sword.

"Excalibur"!

The brilliance of the stars also condenses in another place.

Lin Qingsu raised his sword.

Under the influence of Gawain's [Never Night], the sky, which had always been bright with sunshine, seemed to darken in an instant.

Thousands of stars appeared in the sky.