Davidian's Holy Grail War

"Today's war has turned into a protracted war, and you must find it troublesome too."

Bedivere smiled; he knew that David was troubled. The current state of the battle was something almost no general wanted to see.

"As expected, I couldn't hide it from you. Of course, I'm very troubled right now. In this situation, we can only remain in a stalemate for the time being."

If the enemy wants to break through our camp and wipe us out, the price they have to pay will be unacceptably high.

We also lack the strength to launch an attack; we can only wait for reinforcements from both sides to arrive.

David Ann crossed his arms and sat down on the edge of Bedivere's bed, legs crossed. Seeing his troubled expression, Bedivere, David Ann's old friend, could only say:

"Don't be too distressed. At least we have completed the mission of the First Legion. After this battle, the Roman coalition will be pinned down in Flanders. The rest is up to our king to come and then we will look for another opportunity to win."

David listened to him and placed his hands on his knees. He said, with a hint of greed, "..."

"I originally wanted to give the Romans a good beating before the King arrives, and then it would be much easier to defend. But given the current situation, I guess I can barely accept it."

“You always set your expectations too high. And if we were to actually defeat the Romans here in one battle, the First Legion would probably only have a hundred men left. That would be too great a sacrifice.”

Bedivere gave a genuine wry smile; this person always seemed to want to do more. To others, this appeared somewhat impatient.

David glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Sir Bedivere, no sacrifice is acceptable, do you understand?"

His words left Bedivere speechless, but he still didn't tell Bedivere the things he kept hidden in his heart.

He wasn't being too demanding of himself, but rather that there simply wasn't enough time; they needed to find more ways to solve Britain's problems.

But Davidian didn't want to put more pressure on others; after all, it was better for him and Artoria to worry about these things.

"Get some rest." So in the end, David could only help Bedivere lie down, and after doing that, he left Bedivere's tent.

There's really no way to defy fate; all we can say is that they all have to work harder.

He slowly walked out of Bedivere's tent and then went outside the camp. David looked towards the sea; his king must be on his way now.

They will surely defeat Rome and buy Britain more time.

Meanwhile, Artoria was on her way. She stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the boundless sea.

She was now unable to receive intelligence from the front lines, and the flanking situation kept the British soldiers constantly on the move. To be honest, even Artoria was feeling exhausted; the war in Britain seemed to have no end in sight.

At times like these, she couldn't help but recall the mad words that Futtigeng had spoken before his death.

They were all people who knew the fate of Britain, and Britain now seemed to be sliding in that direction.

But she couldn't just allow it, she couldn't just accept it.

All that suffering and pain should not have been the fate of those ignorant people. She would do everything in her power to hold on until the day of her end arrived.

All of this was done to postpone that day, so that that day might at least be peaceful and tranquil.

Fortunately, she was not alone; she had loyal Knights of the Round Table and Davian.

They were all striving to find a way to keep Britain afloat. Right now, their first priority was to win the war against Rome.

"Wait for me, David! I'll be there soon." Artoria looked into the distance. David must be there, and he would do everything he could to hold Rome back.

Once we arrive, we can launch a decisive battle and drive the Romans back.

Chapter 111 Mr. Wang has finally arrived.

After that battle, both sides ceased hostilities, realizing they couldn't start a war with each other right now.

Both sides then entered a period of rest and reorganization, with David closing the gates of his camp and choosing to avoid further battle.

The Roman coalition did not choose to launch a forced attack. Admittedly, they had ample siege weaponry, but doing so would have been a losing proposition.

But this morning, David heard a loud noise coming from outside. Even sitting in his own tent, he could hear the rude sounds coming from outside.

"Hill, what's the situation outside?"

David shouted at the squire standing guard today, "Why is it so noisy? It's wartime now, there shouldn't be anyone making such a racket in the military camp."

"Commander...why don't you come out and listen for yourself?"

Hill was clearly helpless; he didn't even dare to say these things himself. He could only let David come out so he could hear them clearly.

David walked out of the tent out of curiosity, and now he could hear it clearly.

"Insignificant humans, shameful lizard riders! Go back and lick the ass of your overgrown child king!"

"You're being scolded like that and you still won't come out? Have you already shoved your head up into that kid king's ass? Waaaaah, you must be crying. Poor thing, pathetic lizard knight."

Similar insults echoed outside the military camp, and David's expression not only became dangerous, but his eyes were also filled with murderous intent.

He climbed to the top of the watchtower and saw ten giants leading thousands of soldiers outside, banging drums and gongs, and wantonly insulting them and their king with vulgar language.

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David jumped down from the watchtower and strode toward the camp gate, shouting as he went, "Assemble! First Company! Since someone has insulted us, we will fight back!"

Under his orders, the First Company, an elite veteran unit, had been assembled.

This Dalian is the elite of the elite. Generally, Davyan of Dalian is entrusted to Winzenrib to ensure the stability of the central army and the safety during the retreat.

Now, facing these foul-mouthed guys outside, he wouldn't hesitate to fight back with all his might.

The elite First Company immediately assembled, and Winchenrib wanted his corps commander to be patient. But Davidian simply said to him in a deep voice:

"These vile creatures will know what facing my wrath means! I will slaughter them all, I will become a vengeful angel!"

He then turned around and shouted, "Open the door!"

The gate was slowly pulled open by soldiers on both sides, and David and the soldiers of the First Company had already charged out.

The enemy was clearly waiting for their attack; all the giants were wearing armor and carrying shields and warhammers, and the other soldiers were also fully armed.

They were clearly prepared both physically and psychologically, just waiting to deliver a crushing blow to the First Legion that had broken through.

"Suppress three waves with a rain of arrows! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Wincenrib also picked up a longbow and fired a volley at the Roman coalition forces in the distance.

He wanted to give Davidian's charge a slight advantage, since they were still outnumbered and the enemy had ten giants.

Although these three waves of arrows did not cause much damage, they successfully disrupted the enemy's defenses and threw them into disarray, allowing David and his men to close the distance.

A dark crescent-shaped slash swept across, cleaving a giant in two. Then, Davian plunged into the crowd, his dark sword reaping lives with abandon.

David didn't care about these people; they could never be his subjects, and he had no responsibility for them.

Just as a giant raised his warhammer to swing at him, a sturdy rope flew through the air and wrapped tightly around his wrist.

Just as he loosened his grip on the shield to try and break the rope, another rope flew over and tightly restrained his other wrist.

Next came his legs and neck; five ropes tightly bound him, rendering him unable to move.

"Commander, leave this guy to us! You go deal with the Roman coalition!" Stephen, the company commander of the First Company, and the others worked together, and with the precise control of ten men, the giant fell to the ground.

Finally, the elite First Dalian warriors swung their battle axes and beheaded him with a single blow—just a mere giant.

Without hesitation, Davidian immediately joined the fight against the Roman coalition with the others.

Mindless giants are indeed a problem in the chaos of battle when everyone is distracted. But in this small-scale battle, they have ample manpower and experience.

Before Arthur became king, they had already traveled throughout Britain, slaying countless monsters and giants. Did wearing more armor really make them unable to kill? What a joke! They'd still kill them without hesitation.

Under the slaughter of David and the First Company of Warriors, only about a hundred of the thousands of Roman soldiers managed to escape. All ten giants were beheaded, and David kicked one of their heads into the Roman allied camp.

He didn't know if these people dared to provoke him at Lucius's behest, but he didn't mind retaliating.

This simple battle was a small revenge for Bowes and Bedivere's capture earlier, a minor victory for them. However, the situation remains a stalemate.

"Pile up their bodies and burn them. Giants are so big, they probably have a lot of fat, so stay away from the fire so you don't get caught in it. As for your own brothers' bodies, collect them properly and bring them back."

As Davidian spoke, he led a group of men back to the camp, at which point Percival immediately came to inform him.

The king has arrived.

When he entered his tent, Artoria was already there. She was sitting in David's spot, looking at the battle reports from the past few days.

Fortunately, before she arrived, including today, there had only been two major battles; the rest were just preliminary engagements. It was clear that Davidian was being very restrained.

“Your Majesty, you have already arrived! Much faster than I expected.” David stood beside her like a servant, naturally showing respect to his king since she had arrived.

"The sea voyage went smoothly, without any major storms or waves, as if the weather was on our side. It seems we are destined to win this battle against Rome."

Artoria smiled and put down the battle report in her hand, then looked at David beside her. His armor was still on, covered in filthy bloodstains. Clearly, he had just killed countless enemies again.

David drew the fantasy book from his waist; he himself was, of course, unstained by blood. But he had certainly fought with all his might in the battle, so he was now slightly out of breath.

Artoria took his hand, helping him calm down. She could sense that David's panting was more due to his inner anger than physical exhaustion.

Chapter 112 War Letter

"You're angry, I can feel it." Artoria was still holding David's hand, and David had finally calmed down completely.

Davidian nodded slightly and said, "I can tolerate other people's jokes, but I cannot tolerate those people's vulgar insults towards you. Especially those ugly giants, they can't do anything but spout nonsense."

Artoria smiled and released his hand, gesturing for him to return to the group, and Davidian obediently returned to the queue.

There are only five people present: Percival, Winchenrib, Bose, Artoria, and himself.

“You’re injured, Boss. How’s your recovery going? Lancelot will hold a grudge if I don’t take good care of you.”

Artoria looked at Boss, who was bandaged and in a brace. The boy was still young and not particularly skilled in combat. It was really difficult for him to go to the front line.