The yellow sand rolled up into the air, and the "King's Army"'s mighty troops shook the earth and advanced forward.
Amid the deafening shouts and cries of killing, the first order had already been issued.
"Antigonus, you take the lead."
"Yes, sir." The one-eyed old general promised loudly, and rode forward, "Infantry, first formation, raise your guns, charge!"
Following his shout, a squad of infantrymen broke away from their main formation and marched towards the enemy. Although they were charging, their formation was not in disarray, no one fell behind, and no one made a mistake.
Just this one move made the Knights of the Round Table on the opposite side look at him with admiration.
"Great, great." Kai whistled.
"Sir Kai, this was before the king arrived." Aguguiwen, the assistant officer, glared at him coldly and continued, "This is not an elite in the general sense. Who is that old general?"
"Antigonus I, this name may be unfamiliar to you, but at that time, he was known as the 'God of War'." Merlin fulfilled his duty as a sage conscientiously and educated a group of ignorant knights.
"The god of war, Antigonus?" Gawain nodded slightly.
Mordred snorted disdainfully: "It doesn't matter if he is a god of war or some other bastard, he wants to take us down with just these few men. He is just gaining fame in vain."
"Don't be careless, it's not that simple!" Bedivere reminded.
Sure enough, when the charge was halfway through, the one-eyed old man known as the God of War suddenly waved his hand, and the army formation that had been charging slowed down, and the hands holding the guns changed from forehand to backhand, and then all the guns were thrown out.
That’s right, the charge and the Macedonian phalanx were all pretenses, and the javelin throwing was Antigonus’ real intention.
At this distance, a javelin is more powerful than a bow and arrow.
Hundreds of javelins were fired at the same time, with enough force to destroy everything in their path.
Since they were going to use the greater number against the smaller one, they naturally had to maximize their numerical advantage, otherwise Antigonus would not deserve to be called a god of war.
"Your Majesty is right. We are indeed a strong enemy, but—" Lancelot, who was standing at the head of the javelin formation, remained expressionless, "—this level alone is not enough to defeat us, Galahad!"
The young man standing at the end of the team walked out without saying a word, and never looked at Lancelot from beginning to end. He was Galahad, the son of Lancelot, but because Lancelot did not fulfill his father's duties, the relationship between father and son was not good.
Of course, as the most noble knight in the Knights of the Round Table, Galahad would not let personal feelings affect his work. He walked past the king, passed his father, came to the edge of the oasis, the front of the formation, raised his shield high, and chanted loudly with a pious voice.
"This is our homeland that can heal all wounds and appease all resentment. Reveal it, 'the already distant ideal city'; (Lord Camelot)!"
An incomparably pure light burst forth from the shield. It was the light in Galahad's heart and the light in the hearts of all the knights.
In the glory, a city rose from the ground.
The pure white, solemn, sacred city embodies infinite beauty. It was once the center of Britain, the object of the joint protection of the Knights of the Round Table, the capital of Camelot!
Although it had been destroyed long ago and was long gone, no knight had ever forgotten this city that was filled with their ideals.
It was not only the Conqueror King's army that had the same scenery engraved in their hearts. The Knights of the Round Table also had this scene imprinted in their hearts that will never be forgotten.
As long as they have this city behind them, the knights will not be defeated no matter what kind of attack they encounter.
Let alone hundreds of javelins, even if there were tens of thousands, what would happen? As long as the knights' faith remained unshaken, the defense of the ideal city would not be broken.
Artoria silently climbed to the top of the city wall, and the knights followed the king, just as they did before. It was a mark that would never be erased no matter how many years passed.
"Sir Tristan."
After a round of spears, after breaking free from her memories, Artoria called out a name.
"Yes, my king." A knight with long red hair and squinting eyes stepped out.
"I'll leave it to you."
"learn."
Tristan took off the weapon from his back that looked like a harp and a bow and arrow, and plucked it gently.
Every time you pluck it, beautiful notes will flow out.
With every wave, an enemy would fall down, either in the heart, head, or throat, all in a bloody mess, as if shot by an arrow.
Amid the flow of notes and killings, Tristan, who was more like a knight than a bard, was singing softly.
"I am very sad. It is such an exciting moment to meet the king again. Why do I have to pluck this evil bow with my own hands and take someone else's life?"
"Don't draw the bow if you don't want to. You are not indispensable." Lancelot shrugged sarcastically.
"That's right, we haven't forgotten what you said then." Galas also said.
Like Mordred, she was the only one among the knights present who wore a helmet, and she was also the only female knight besides Altria. The purpose of wearing a helmet was to hide her female identity.
"Do you have the guts to say it again? That sentence of king—"
"Stop, stop talking. I was wrong."
The hand pulling the magic bow became more hurried, and the chaotic notes showed his confused state of mind. Of course, the enemies outside the oasis fell faster. No matter how Antigonus changed his formation or how he responded, he could not resist the killing of this invisible arrow.
"Singing pain, playing crying. 'Failnaught';!"
This is Tristan's treasure, which manipulates the atmosphere through the bowstring and shoots an arrow of vacuum.
Since there is no need to reload arrows, the speed of shooting is extraordinary. No matter how fast a hero is, it is almost impossible to dodge all of them. What's more terrifying is that the coverage area of the demon bow is also very wide. In a long-range exchange of fire like this, he alone can suppress Antigonus's entire army.
By this time, Antigonus knew that it was impossible to do anything, so he retreated decisively. His mission was accomplished, not only did he force out the two treasures of Tristan and Galahad, but he also found out the decisive fact that the knights could use the treasures.
If they had ignored the consequences and launched a group charge like they did last time, they might have been defeated by now - people familiar with Iskandar knew that once he got carried away, he would rush to the front line without hesitation, and if he was targeted by a treasure like the one just now, the consequences would be disastrous.
However, this problem no longer exists because the shadow warrior who can issue orders on behalf of the king and stop the king from acting recklessly has returned.
Not only did he come back, he also brought new strength and brand new partners.
Now, no matter what kind of enemy we face, we will never lose.
The god of war, Antigonus, had never been so sure! And neither were his companions.
At this time, the second order was also issued.
"Leonatus, take your men to support Antigonus. Perdiccas, you too!"
PS: It is confirmed in Chapter 6 of FGO that Gales is a woman. She has a deep respect for Changjiang. If I remember correctly, she seems to wear a helmet all the time. Since she has to wear a helmet to cover it up, she must be a great beauty who cannot be described as a man. Changjiang, you are an idiot. In the end, you killed her. Gao Wen, you are also an idiot. You killed her once in Chapter 6. She is your sister. How can you fix it!