Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

The method of shifting the topic was rigid, but it successfully got the group into thinking.

A thousand men! Do I even have that many knights under my command right now? By the way, are the other two places really okay?

When there are no strangers around, Artoria is prone to overthinking.

How can you fight a thousand people? Even a thousand demon chickens are hard to kill, let alone a thousand seasoned Saxons.

Kai thought about it carefully.

A thousand people! A thousand people! That seems like a lot. I wonder what Shirou Emiya will do next; I'm so excited!

Mary covered her face, which inexplicably became round and shiny, her eyes filled with anticipation.

The two remained silent for a long time, either lost in their own thoughts or lacking experience, a scene that made Shirou Emiya sigh softly.

So, in the end, it was him who started the conversation again?

Oh well, he's the most reliable person here anyway.

"There are many enemies this time, and their combat strength is unknown, so we cannot engage in combat casually."

The two, both experiencing nightmares, nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

“Normally we shouldn’t be fighting this battle, given the huge disparity in numbers. But since we’ve already decided to fight, we need to come up with a strategy. How about we find a city to defend? With the city walls and strong individual combat skills, we should be able to hold out for a long time. Then we can wait for the other two sides to finish their tasks and come to our aid, and then we can attack them from both sides.”

The two people and one nightmare, along with three pairs of eyes that lit up, exclaimed, "Great! Great!"

"...But we also need to consider which city can accept us. After all, accepting us means fighting against a thousand Saxons. We can't go to the places where Hector and Gawain are. Going there would mean fighting against two thousand people, which would increase the pressure significantly."

The two, both feeling downcast, said, "Yeah, yeah."

"..." Emiya Shirou looked at the three guys who could only repeat themselves and give mechanical answers with a black line on his face.

"How about we set up an ambush in the wilderness and surround them with the four of us? We're all strong enough individually, and with a little 'support,' we should be able to take them down easily."

Two people, awakened by a nightmare, looked up; four against a thousand?

"Well, as the saying goes, no matter how strong a team is, it can't overcome the power of an individual. Besides, I've added some ingredients, so my chances of winning are very high."

"Well... how about we look into other cities? We still have enough time, maybe someone can help us."

Even Artoria lacked confidence in such an outrageous idea, and instead raised another seemingly normal opinion.

Artoria's thinking is quite normal. She is the Queen of Britain, and the opponents are the Saxons. The Britons and Saxons have a deep-seated hatred for each other, so it's only natural that someone would help her given all these factors.

“I also feel that the king’s suggestion is better. We can try to find allies first,” Kai agreed.

Meryl didn't speak, but maintained her smiling expression, as if she had foreseen some kind of ending, which was hard to understand.

“Okay, then, based on the time we have left, and the time it takes for the city gates to close if we agree to allow the residents to return to the city…” The calculating rear guard, Shirou Miyamoto, looked up: “There are only three suitable cities around.”

"Then, let's set off."

Volume 1: Chapter 30. Artoria: Want to replenish your mana? (4k)

"I am very sorry, sirs, but our master has received news that the Saxons are about to pass through here. Our city will be temporarily closed, and no strangers are allowed to enter."

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"Strangers are not allowed! Please go elsewhere!"

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Upon receiving this answer for the second time, Artoria pursed her lips, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

The gates of both cities remained tightly shut, and no nobles appeared; it was simply a matter of refusal.

"Perhaps they don't know who we are. I'll go and talk to them."

Emiya Shirou stepped forward, leaped up the city wall, stomped on it a few times, and charged straight up the wall.

"Who are you! Are you a Saxon?!" Shirou Emiya, the guard, was terrified by the sight of him scaling walls and rooftops, and frantically called for his companions to come over.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person. I just have a few questions I'd like to ask. Do you recognize this?"

Emiya Shirou was holding up a piece of paper with two names written on it.

King Arthur Pendragon

Merlin

Two resounding names, names that almost every Briton must remember, caused the guard to stop calling out, his expression becoming complicated.

Don't worry about the signature. No one in this country dares to use these two names carelessly, let alone someone as imposing as this (Merry adds an imposing magic).

"It seems you knew, that's good."

Seeing the other person's reaction, Shirou Emiya knew there was no problem. He put the paper away and wanted to ask, but before he could ask, the other person moved first. First, he waved to the people around him to indicate that everything was fine, and then walked towards Shirou Emiya. The two were one meter, half a meter, and twenty centimeters apart.

In a whisper that those around couldn't hear, the guard said, "I'm sorry, sir, our master has given orders and knows what happened. We are powerless to help. I apologize!"

After speaking, he stepped back, and the guard bent down and said nothing more.

He already knew who the other party was: the legendary, utterly despised lord, 'Red Devil Emiya Bastard'!

"Okay, I understand. Well, there's nothing I can do about it then."

Emiya Shirou scratched his head helplessly, looking like there was nothing he could do, then turned and jumped off the city wall to leave.

"That must be the bastard the master was talking about. The master gave an order not to touch him. Luckily, you kept your head down and didn't do anything else."

As his friends approached, they clearly recognized Emiya Shirou's identity.

"I had no choice. They pulled out that king's autograph. How could I not make a good impression?"

"If I do nothing, then the other party will have a reason to nitpick. Is that the scenario you want to see?"

While complaining, the guard loudly stated his reasons, and some people around him returned to normal, putting aside their ulterior motives.

He's right. Although the master did give the order, it would have been better to do it that way.

The matter was thus dismissed, and the guard stared expressionlessly in the direction where Shirou Emiya had just left.

He had to obey the orders of the noble lord, and he also had to respect Shirou Emiya, because he was just an ordinary person. This position meant that he had to bow his head to everyone and always be careful of the mood of important people. This was something that was destined to happen.

Below the castle, Shirou Emiya returned to his group and shook his head at the approaching crowd.

“No, news of that Saxon army has already spread, and it's confirmed that the lord refused.” Shirou Emiya finished speaking and looked at Artoria: “We’ve already wasted a lot of time at these two places, so do you want to go to a third one?”

"..."

Artoria paused briefly, then nodded emphatically.

"go with!"

Regardless of anything else, she just wanted to know the final attitude.

Once you've made up your mind, go for it!

Emiya Shirou didn't say anything, he just followed the group.

The three cities targeted were not far apart, and given the height of the city walls, their shadows soon came into view.

Artoria stopped before reaching the very front of the city wall, for a simple reason: the closed city gates had already given her a response.

"Should we check this out?" Shirou Emiya asked.

"...No need... Lord Emiya Shirou, let's talk about your previous suggestion."

No need to ask anymore, the result is already certain.

From this moment on, this battle is not only a war between them and the Saxons, but also a slap in the face to these people.

Under Shirou Emiya's guidance and with Merry's deliberate inaction, Artoria's personality has deviated from its original form. In the past, she would have thought that she hadn't done enough, but now a hint of anger and stubbornness has appeared in her heart.

She wanted to slap these nobles in the face and make them pay the price. As citizens, they didn't help the king when he wanted to, and even distanced themselves from him. These nobles were no ordinary citizens, and she had to strike hard!

If Shirou Emiya knew what Artoria was thinking now, he would definitely sigh. How many times had he been tricked by unlucky nobles over the years? How many wicked nobles had he seen before he came to think this way? The change was slow, but it was finally happening.

"We wasted too much time and couldn't build a suitable position in a short time. We want a newer style of play so that we can win better."

Under the trees in the open space, Shirou Emiya took out a map, pointed out the approximate area of ​​the Saxon forces he had calculated, and also shared his thoughts.

"We'll press forward! Take the initiative! Launch a surprise attack, then use the open wilderness to wage guerrilla warfare."

"Our advantage is that we are small in number, but this is also our advantage, especially since each of us is quite capable. The advantage of being small in number will be amplified even more."

"Planning the route in advance and setting traps along the way can help us delay the enemy and kill them. If everything goes smoothly, there will be no problem."

Even so, Shirou Emiya had one more thing he didn't say, but it didn't really matter, after all...

My gaze shifted to the ever-smiling Mary. With her around, as long as she didn't intentionally do something, nothing could go wrong.

The power of a group is indeed impressive, but the power of an individual is equally terrifying.

After hearing Shirou Emiya's answer, Artoria raised her hand: "Lord Shirou Emiya, I have a question!"

"Please say!"

Can we really win?

Her emerald green eyes conveyed a serious expression; she wanted to win, and she wanted to make Emiya Shirou even more 'willful'.

"Yes, we can definitely win."

The short but firm words filled everyone with confidence.

"Alright! Let's do it!"

Artoria couldn't think of a better way to fight, or rather, with Shirou Emiya around, she couldn't think of a better solution to many problems.

Unconditional trust has made Artoria somewhat dependent on him, while Shirou Emiya is used to it. This is why neither of them realized it, but Merry always noticed it and just watched the fun without interfering.

After seeing Wang's decision, Kai raised his hand: "I have a question too!"

"Please say!"

“I can understand choosing a route and fighting, but what about traps? Will there be enough time for materials and engineering?”

These are two questions, to which Emiya Shirou responded by giving a thumbs-up, with an expression that said, "Leave it all to me."

Trusting Shirou Emiya, Gai and Artoria didn't ask any more questions, but simply put away the map and started their journey.

As they drew closer, the four of them continued to approach, capturing several magical beasts and leopards along the way for transportation.

At first, Warcraft was reluctant to agree, but later, under Artoria's powerful red dragon aura and strong fists, he readily agreed.

[Several people have obtained mounts, increasing their movement speed!]

After moving for a while, Shirou Emiya raised his hand to indicate that he should stop, took out a map to examine it, and said:

"This is a good location. No matter where the enemy is in front, we will have to pass through here when we retreat. We need to set up a trap here."

After finishing his sentence, Shirou Emiya observed the surroundings. Was it flat ground? He patted the leopard beneath him and said, "Take me up a tree to see the terrain ahead."

The leopard obediently climbed up the tallest and thickest tree nearby in two or three steps, and after observing the defender Miyako, found a good position.

Upon reaching the location, observe again, nod, and dismount the leopard.

The trio, though curious, didn't get too close, worried about disturbing them.

[Projection Magic Rapid-Fire Cannon - Reduced - Babylonian Version!]

Small and exquisite anti-aircraft magic cannons kept appearing, and the surging magic power made everyone's hearts tremble. In the end, the number of magic cannons was fixed at ten.

"This thing seems to be quite powerful; it could easily take on several thousand targets."

Upon seeing something new, Merry was the first to try it out and concluded that it was very powerful.

Emiya Shirou rolled his eyes at the other person, wondering if he didn't know how powerful it was.

"I'd like to, but I don't have enough magic power. These are single-shot versions, the kind that disappear after one shot."

Hearing Shirou Emiya's explanation, Merry was very disappointed. Why didn't you show the same spirit you had when you were with her and go on a rampage with those Saxons!

However, Meryl didn't say it out loud, fearing that the other party would immediately retaliate.

"I can only organize three rounds of this at most, after all, I still need to save the magic for guerrilla warfare."

He flipped onto the leopard and continued on his way while explaining.

During the journey, as the second and third positions were projected one after another, Shirou Emiya's face clearly fell.

Artoria witnessed this scene.

"With the three tasks completed, we'll most likely need to make contact as we move forward. Let's take a short break first, as we might not have a chance to rest after the contact."