"What's going on! What's going on!" Just as Joan of Arc began to organize her people for a breakthrough, a huge commotion came from behind her. The sound was so loud that Joan of Arc couldn't help but turn her head. What was happening? Had the Camelotians launched a charge?
But when Joan of Arc turned around and looked closely, she found that the commotion was coming from the 130,000 people she had left behind!
They rushed towards her as if devils were chasing them, as if her side could help them resist the devils' power. But looking behind them, there were only less than nine thousand knights, forming a thin pocket. Just a few charges back and forth were enough to send the 130,000 people fleeing in terror.
Joan of Arc was exasperated. She pulled her horse's head around and shouted to the people beside her: "Stop them! Make them go back! This place cannot withstand their impact!"
That's right, Joan of Arc, with less than twenty thousand people, could not only not stop Camelot's nine thousand heavy cavalry, but also could not stop the charge of 130,000 people. If they came over, this war would be lost before it even began!
The difference between Joan of Arc and Kayal lay here.
But Joan of Arc's voice was inherently soft; her shouts were even less impactful than Artoria's. How could everyone hear her? How could everyone stop in their tracks? They were easily swept away. The terrified people no longer cared about Joan of Arc, nor did they care about their guardian deity. If not for six strong men blocking Joan of Arc's path immediately, she probably would have been thrown from her horse and trampled to death!
Many people died this way, but that didn't mean Joan of Arc would as well!
When the uncontrollable crowd dispersed her army, Joan of Arc knew that the general situation was lost! Reacting extremely quickly, she immediately dismounted and began to run with the flow of people.
Behind her were nine thousand widely dispersed knights, now wielding their Claymores and slaughtering people.
Although she was very brave, not to mention whether she could break through the encirclement of these nine thousand knights, just the knights on the outskirts of Camelot numbered no less than seventy to eighty thousand. What good would it do if she could break through this first layer?
She instantly understood that the protagonists of this great battle had changed from a trio to a duet, and as a protagonist, she had lost the opportunity to intervene.
The only thing she could do now was to hope that the King of Scotland's army could resist these people, then use the advantage of the camp to reorganize and consolidate, and finally use the advantage of numbers to carve out a bloody path. In that case, Scotland would still have a glimmer of hope. No matter whether she or the King of Scotland escaped, there would be a chance to rise again. Otherwise, Scotland would have no power to resist!
The wish was good, but it was not as good as Kayal's calculations.
Kayal had long known that the King of Scotland intended to flee. Looking at the enemy knights, who seemed to be at the front as if ready to fight Joan of Arc to the death, it could also be seen as a tactic where the heavy shieldmen retreated first, and the knights used their mobility to maneuver and delay.
So, he directly drove the irrational crowd, not only were Joan of Arc's more than ten thousand people swept into the King of Scotland's camp, but even the King of Scotland, who was reorganizing his retreat, was greatly hampered.
The military camp, due to its construction, was not easy to navigate. Even the rebel refugees had to bypass the giant pillars and walk to the sides, which created a buffer.
The pillars, originally built to block them, now proved to be a great success.
But the unfortunate thing was that there were simply too many Scottish rebel refugees!
One hundred and thirty thousand!
It was truly like throwing whips to block the flow! The so-called light cavalry, once they lost their mobility, were utterly helpless in the face of such a multitude!
When the surging torrent arrived before him, the King of Scotland found that he didn't even have time to curse these **** rebels.
Being astute, he knew that if he tried to go against the current at this moment, the only outcome would be to be trampled into a meat paste.
There was nothing he could do. In the face of this overwhelming force, the King of Scotland discarded his crown and elaborate robes. His current goal was very clear: he directly abandoned his original plan to preserve his strength and shifted the focus of preserving strength to escaping.
And Joan of Arc, who was originally breaking out, was the same.
In this uncontrollable, fear-stricken crowd, it was impossible to fight against the Camelot knights. It could no longer be called an equal fight! This was a massacre!
Both of them ran, tears streaming down their faces.
Although their political views and stances differed, they shared the same nationality. With their foresight, they could already foresee the fate of these people. Perhaps if they simply rushed into the dense forest, they could use the trees to block the knights, but they had completely lost their minds; they were just a flock of lambs!
At this moment, the three thousand knights who were originally behind the King of Scotland, meant to block the road, evidently received a notification or were given on-the-spot orders by their commanding general. They split into two sections, merging with the cavalry from both upper and lower flanks, and began to use arrows to drive the Scottish refugees.
Even if Gawain and the others' horses were exhausted and stopped far behind, observing, they dared not charge back, because the front was already an open area; as long as they rushed into the dense forest, they would be safe!
Kayal used the encirclement, leaving one side open, with perfect timing, geographical advantage, and human cooperation, all indispensable. Moreover, this was an overt scheme; even if Joan of Arc and the King of Scotland knew that there were definitely ambushes on the open path, what could they do? They were already out of control! They simply couldn't control this maddened, constantly dwindling flow of people who only wanted to escape.
At least fifty thousand knights, encircling on three sides, killed a maximum of thirty thousand people. Five thousand people were trampled to death by their own kind after falling during their frantic escape.
And when this group of people rushed into the forest, because they charged too fast, people constantly crashed into trees or were impaled by branches and died, truly a scene of human misery.
"Damn it…" Joan of Arc began to move towards the outer edge of the crowd. Of the six strong men by her side, only two remained, firmly guarding her back and right side.
The three of them, in a triangular formation, began to slowly move outwards within the flow of people.
The King of Scotland was even more dishevelled. Wearing only an undershirt, he tore off the sleeves of his soft, imported silk undershirt from Red Leaf Ridge and put on a linen shirt that someone had discarded. He ran with his lower body bare, but evidently realizing his exposed pale skin was too conspicuous, he grabbed a pair of trousers lying on the ground and put them on, making him appear very ordinary.
Watching the armies gradually merge and drive the enemy into the forest from the mountain, Kayal nodded slightly, pulled the Unicorn's mane, and said: "You all go and merge with the army, quickly find and interrogate the rebel leaders' information for me. I'm leaving first. Call Gawain and Gareth; we're going to catch the big fish." Kayal smiled and rode off with over fifty Claymore maidens, leaving a trail of dust, while on the other side, over fifty disciples, raising a cloud of dust, rode down to where the army was gathered.
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