Fierce fighting did not occur.
The Knights of the Round Table, like a red-hot knife, cut into the two opposing factions, with only 150 members, directly splitting the fighting sides into four sections.
They were completely unharmed!
Not a single person died, was injured, or fell from their horse!
This... this was Camelot's elite Knight Order, My King's personal guard, the Knights of the Round Table!
They were the only army organized into a Knight Order with just 150 men.
And because of Artoria's presence, the chaotic battle between the two sides came to an abrupt halt.
Such a high-profile Artoria was exactly what Kayal wanted.
What is the key to an annihilation battle?
Complete annihilation!
Kayal did not intend to let anyone here escape, whether it was the rebel leader with a talent for war command or the King of Scotland, the spiritual leader of all Scotland.
Perhaps he didn't know before that the rebels had such a person, but now that he had seen them, they couldn't escape! Whether to bring them into his fold or nip them in the bud, Kayal didn't want a second founding emperor, like a protagonist, to fight guerrilla warfare with him; that would be too exhausting!
So Artoria's mission was not to kill the most enemies, but to buy time!
When hoofbeats began to appear from the east, both Joan and the King of Scotland's expressions changed simultaneously.
But before they could react, hoofbeats appeared consecutively from the northeast, southeast, west, northwest, southwest, south, and north, and the initial hoofbeats from the east gradually revealed their Knights.
Camelot Heavy Cavalry!
The King of Scotland painfully covered his face. In fact, when that Lionheart banner was raised, he had already guessed. Perhaps that little girl had made the decision to attack on her own, thinking there was an opportunity? Artoria's young age still left a glimmer of hope in the King of Scotland's heart, but it was only when a hundred thousand troops gradually appeared around them, all around the battlefield, that the King of Scotland realized this was a prepared annihilation battle.
Perhaps when the strongest spear, the Light Cavalry, was completely unharmed, and the strongest shield remained completely still, he still had the confidence to block an attack with the shield and use the spear to unhorse the opponent.
But now the spear was only a shaft, and the shield was riddled with holes.
How could the eight thousand strong men who served as Joan's ambush be so easily dealt with?
After the initial losses, only four thousand remained, and half of them were willing to form a human wall to allow their comrades to advance. The heavy shield bearers, who were not agile and could even be called clumsy when turning, began to suffer casualties! Under the desperate charge of the blue-haired ones, although the twenty thousand heavy shield bearers annihilated this group of warriors, they themselves exchanged six thousand lives for four thousand in a one-to-one point five ratio!
With only fourteen thousand heavy shield bearers remaining, the King of Scotland's eyelids twitched. This was his combat power accumulated over more than ten years! The heavy shield bearers, developed specifically to counter heavy cavalry, were actually killed in such numbers by these commoners. The last bit of his sanity, the chance to join forces with the rebel army, was also suppressed by the King of Scotland.
"Retreat!" He decisively gave the order. If these fourteen thousand heavy shield bearers could retreat into the dense forest, even the branches of the forest could cause attrition to the tall Camelot Heavy Cavalry. At that time, defending with the dense forest, who would win and who would lose, was still unknown!
The King of Scotland's decision was undoubtedly resolute, but he forgot the chaos of the scene and the changing situation... Now it seemed that only three groups were confronting each other. The strongest, Camelot, was the strongest in terms of individual combat, elite combat, and troop strength. Secondly, the strongest defense was also from the strongest Camelot, whose target seemed to be only the King of Scotland, not caring about the small fries and small fish of Joan.
And Joan was the most anxious. She was not only in a difficult position but also had no way to retreat. Having staked all her chips in one battle, Kayal immediately recognized the commander's youthful identity—young people love to gamble!
And in fact, in Kayal's eyes, there was a fourth force on this battlefield!
The 150,000 old, weak, women, and children brought by Joan!
Kayal's face showed a trace of indifference, a ruthless light. Since these hundred thousand people could betray their own country now, betraying him, an outsider, would be even easier. In the future conquest of Scotland, Kayal would definitely treat them differently. People are never satisfied; if they could raise the banner of rebellion against the long-established King of Scotland for a piece of bread today, then tomorrow they could disrupt public order because of the difference between their black bread and the white bread and honeyed meat of the Camelot people.
Except for that talented commander, all the rebels who appeared here had long been marked for death by Kayal. And it wouldn't be bad to use these people before they died... Kayal's lips curved into a cold smile as he instructed the people around him: "Qiu La! Go tell Gawain to lead the Light Cavalry to constantly squeeze the enemy's living space, making the Scottish feel anxious and afraid..."
"Scathach, go tell Andrew to cooperate with Gawain to squeeze the Scottish left flank, allowing only slight contact and killing enemies without penetrating."
"Mimian, tell Reinhardt to squeeze the Scottish right flank, same orders as above."
"Make them cooperate to drive these Scottish into the center of the battlefield..." As Kayal issued his orders one by one, a student went to relay each command. Over fifty Claymore girls, riding horses, were scattered around and did not move. For them, there was nothing else to care about except Kayal, and Kayal's so-called order to "protect his students" was only a second priority.
When Gawain received the order, he already knew that Kayal's war had no bait; it was only the Scottish's own internal strife. With his keen sense of war, he immediately discovered Kayal's intention and breathed a sigh of relief, but he still felt a bit wronged. This was simply overkill!
But military orders were like mountains. Seeing Reinhardt and Andrew already engaging the Scottish and killing them until they cried for their fathers and mothers, Gawain shook his head. If he didn't follow orders, these Scottish would start coming his way, and with his three thousand Light Cavalry, it was hard to say if they could withstand the charge of a hundred thousand people.
But when it came to driving them, how could the terrified Scottish, desperate due to the ten-sided ambush, distinguish how many enemies there were? In their eyes, Knights were invincible. Although they didn't know why these Camelot Knights kept killing those on their periphery, if this continued, it would soon be their turn!
Like headless flies, they rushed towards the only opening... that was the very center of the battlefield!