Davidian's Holy Grail War

Lucius, equally unyielding, swung his sword at Davian, and the two engaged in a fierce clash. Both Davian and Lucius fought with all their might to kill their opponent.

Chapter 114 Another Victory

While Lucius was being drawn into the battle with Davidian, Artoria had already approached the first line of defense of the Roman coalition.

Seeing the defense formed by spears and shields before her, Artoria thrust out her holy spear.

The magical whirlwind snapped all the spearheads, and the tip of the Holy Lance shattered the sturdy shield, easily breaching the first line of defense.

Artoria and her knights broke through one defensive line after another. Unless a city wall was placed in front of her, it would be impossible to stop her.

The Roman knights Gainus and Careburn attempted to organize the same knights to stop King Arthur, but the two were stabbed off their horses by King Arthur in a single encounter.

They couldn't even see how King Arthur swung his spear and pierced both of them at the same time.

Without even needing David's support, Artoria directly pierced through the central army of the Roman coalition with a single blow. Even when giants tried to stop her along the way, they were simply pierced through by a golden light.

King Arthur transformed into a storm sweeping across the battlefield, or perhaps a dragon ravaging it. Mortals were nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered before her spear.

Is this even a human?

A thought involuntarily flashed through Wingenipeg's mind; he couldn't believe such a terrifying person existed. But at that moment, he couldn't help but recall a phrase Agravan had once used to admonish the knights.

The King is not an incarnation of a dragon, but possesses the heart of a dragon, and his magical energy is entirely different from our innate magical power. You cannot expect someone with godlike magical power to share the same values ​​as us humans.

Wingelibu ignored the second half of the sentence like it was nothing, but he now truly understood the first half, even though he had witnessed the scene of his king piercing Vortigern's heart with the Holy Lance during the previous campaign against Vortigern.

But now, on the battlefield, watching our King sweep away the battlefield with the Holy Lance as if it were ants, Wingeonlib truly realized the extent of our King's power.

Perhaps it was because in the past, when David was on the battlefield, he himself would act as the strongest spearhead to crush all enemies, which led many people not to notice the king's strength.

But now, seeing King Arthur lead no more than two thousand knights to break through all the defensive lines of the Roman coalition, they finally realized just how terrifying their king's strength was.

"All troops! March! Now is the perfect time to drive these proud Romans back and make them realize the might of Britain!"

Vincenrib drew his sword and pointed it forward, giving the order for a general advance.

The entire British army immediately launched the final charge of the battle, and it was clear to everyone who saw the situation that the war was now won.

Hearing the change in the sounds and atmosphere on the battlefield, Lucius couldn't help but smile bitterly. The madness vanished from his brow, and at this moment he truly felt exhausted.

However, he cannot admit defeat yet.

"It seems we've won this time."

David's dark sword remained pointed directly at Lucius in front of him, though neither he nor Lucius had gained the upper hand. But in this battle, Britain had won.

"Hmph, you have indeed won. Rome admits that, but Rome has not been completely defeated. Rome will surely come back stronger."

After Lucius finished speaking, he leaped onto a stray warhorse. He grabbed the reins and retreated, and Davidian had no time to deal with him now.

The entire battlefield had turned into a pursuit war. Rome's defeat gave Britain an opportunity, and their current task was to kill more enemies and capture more prisoners of war.

When the battle finally ended, the British side had achieved a glorious victory.

Although the casualty ratio eventually settled at 1 to 2.2, they captured a large number of prisoners of war, and such a victory against the massive Roman coalition was a cause for celebration.

Unfortunately, Britain's resources were insufficient for them to put on a grand victory celebration. In fact, even our king felt it was unnecessary; a simple meat dish for all the soldiers would suffice.

Even for those frontline commanders who were truly engaged in combat, all they got were four extra bowls of stew. To be honest, David sometimes wanted to push the chef aside and cook a few dishes himself.

Do those British birdmen not know how to cook? Huh?

But in the end, Davidian obediently ate bread with stew, for his king was right in front of him.

After all, he still remembers the scene where his king gulped down all of Gawain's mashed potatoes in front of all the warriors. Afterwards, he couldn't bear it and secretly cooked a few dishes for Artoria and sent them over.

"Thank you all for your hard work! Today we've achieved another great victory! Please drink this toast!"

Artoria raised her glass first, and everyone else, except Bedivere and Bouss who were unable to get out of bed due to their injuries, raised their glasses high.

This victory was nothing like the small-scale, low-intensity battles against the Saxons in recent years; they had truly fought a head-on clash with the Roman army and achieved such a resounding victory, something to be proud of.

"It is all thanks to Your Majesty. I never expected that you could so bravely break through Rome's defenses. Our army's great victory is entirely due to Your Majesty's martial prowess."

Wincenrib truly realized today how powerful King Arthur was; with such a king, what war couldn't be won?

Davidian nodded, agreeing with Winchenrib's words; today's victory was truly all thanks to Artoria.

The reason Artoria was able to defeat Rome in one battle was because she directly attacked Rome's heartland and crushed the Roman central army.

On the contrary, he himself did not break through the enemy's lines as usual today, after all, that Sword Emperor was really difficult to deal with.

Artoria smiled, accepting the praise. But then she said:

"Rome has only won this one battle so far, but it won't give up so easily. There will likely be an even bigger battle to come. If they can win that one too, Rome will probably have no choice but to shut down completely."

Everyone present agreed. Artoria's thinking was correct. Although they had defeated Rome in this battle, they hadn't truly hurt them enough to deter them from invading Britain.

Some of Rome's allied forces were unable to reach the battlefield due to the long distance, so the next battle will probably be the decisive one when Rome has fully assembled its army.

"We will definitely win, just like now. We will not lose. My king, we will surely seize victory."

Davidian was very confident that they would win this war against Rome. He was confident and believed that they would not fail so easily.

Artoria poured him a glass of wine herself, then placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Yes, I believe in you, my general, my champion. You will surely win the laurel wreath for me, won't you?"

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Chapter 115 Plan

Since then, Davidian has sent out the entire Tenth Company to spy on the Romans' movements.

A steady stream of intelligence reached him, and he pondered whether the current situation was advantageous to them and where would be the most suitable place to engage in a decisive battle with Rome.

When the Romans retreated to the vicinity of Cesoni, which was only a day's journey away, they stopped. Davidian understood; those guys still wanted to launch an attack.

"My lord, the area around Cesonia is a valley; we must be wary of the Romans setting up an ambush there."

Sven, the company commander of the 10th Reconnaissance Company, cautiously reminded Davidan. Davidan nodded; the other side was luring them into a fight.

But this was also a rare opportunity, and David felt that he could find a chance to settle the score with Rome here.

It's understandable that he would have this thought; Rome might be able to delay, but they can't afford to delay any longer.

With so many soldiers here, plus the horses, the daily cost of feeding them and the horses is enormous. If this continues, Britain's finances will be crippled by this war, and that would be truly disastrous.

"Go ahead, I will go to see the King. Stay vigilant and beware of Roman attacks. Although the reconnaissance units in Dalian are not often on the front lines, you have suffered considerable losses in the small-scale scouting battles recently."

David was well aware of the strain of reconnaissance work in Dalian; they had been working incredibly hard lately. But given the current situation, no one could afford to relax.

Sven nodded and left Davidian's tent. Davidian also left his tent and headed straight for the king's camp.

When he arrived, he saw Artoria gesturing on a map. David looked at the map and thought, "Good heavens, Artoria is actually planning to launch a four-pronged attack on the Romans?"

Is this the king's perspective? Davidian couldn't have come up with this tactic.

"Oh? You've arrived, David. Take a look, how's this?"

When Artoria saw David enter the tent, she happily went to his side, took his hand, and pulled him to the map.

She began to explain to David the tactics she had devised: a four-pronged attack on the Roman camp.

This time it's an immediate tactic, which means that our king is no longer planning to give those people time to prepare.

The Romans only arrived at the Sessoni Valley this morning and began setting up camp there. A surprise attack now might offer a chance to shatter their camp and crush their army in one fell swoop.

"The first army, led by you and Lord Tristan, will advance on all enemy camps in Dalian. You must do your utmost to hold them off."

I'm sorry, Davidian. To give them the illusion that I can devour you all, I can't give you too many people.

Artoria gave Davian the most dangerous and troublesome task, a task that could cost him his life if he wasn't careful.

Davidian understood what she meant: Lucius would surely see through their strategic intentions, meaning that Davidian's advancing troops were merely bait.

Will Lucius succumb to greed and try to devour them, or will he calmly retreat?

Artoria was gambling on his mentality. If Lucius became greedy and tried to swallow the whole bait, then the follow-up troops would have a chance.

"The second army was handed over to Wincenrib to command. This was also a decoy, an additional measure, and a way to buy more time to hold off the current Roman army."

The more skilled commander Vincenrib would have had a greater chance to pin the Roman army down there, which was the second wave of delay.

Artoria moved the small banner representing Vincenrib forward, and this continuous attack would wear down the Romans completely.

But Artoria knew that such a battle wouldn't be enough to defeat Lucius; he was a true emperor. To defeat him, they would need the final two armies.

David looked at Artoria; he already understood what Artoria meant.

The first two armies were a contest of British resilience and Roman fighting prowess.

If the Romans were stronger and could have captured David and Vincenrib before the latter two armies arrived, then the Romans would have been able to free up their forces to fight the third and fourth armies.

"I will lead the third army to raid the Roman camp. When Lucius sees me, he will probably think that this is our all-out effort."

He might even fight me directly. If that happens, which is what I'm hoping for, then victory will be assured.

Artoria pushed the small flag that represented herself, but at that moment she picked up the small flag that represented Percival.

"But the key trump card will be Percival! Percival has already set off. The terrain of the Sessoni valleys does ensure that as long as they are not breached, the Romans can always control the rhythm of offense and defense. But after the great flanking maneuver, it is not impossible to launch a surprise attack on their rear."

Davidian watched as Artoria pushed the banner of Percival, representing the Romans, around the mountain and ultimately to launch a direct attack on their rear. He couldn't help but smile wryly before saying:

"Have you considered that the key to this plan lies with Percival? What if he can't get there in time? What if he gets blocked on another route?"