"What do you mean?" Artoria came to Keral and asked.

"Let my infantry open the eyes of the knights." Keral's eyes flashed with absolute wisdom, as if he smiled like a fox: "Although these knights will enter the military academy I want to establish after conquering Scotland, it is necessary to teach them a lesson in order to make them more clear about how the war is fought."

"Use the blood of the Scottish Knights." Kailar added.

He gently patted Artoria on the shoulder, and Keral smiled and said: Leave it to me and let Artoria down completely.

"Infantry Regiment!! Advance!!" Kailar ran to the front and shouted loudly.

"One, two, one! One, two, one!" The follower Kelar's glowing bronze rod, shouted in unison, and came to the knights' formation with neat steps and seemingly unified movements.

The knights on both sides were very strange, because at this time there were already messengers conveying this competition with a very knightly temperament. A total of 100,000 people and such a competition with a knightly manner will definitely be recorded in the mouths of history books and bards, but what do these infantry soldiers want to do? Isn’t their duty to escort food and grass!!

"Report the numbers!" Kylar shouted.

"One, two, three..." The infantry began to count like real soldiers.

Of course, Keral knew that infantry had inherent weaknesses in the face of cavalry - mobility, impact force and puncture force.

These are weaknesses.

However, after two territories, at least eight hundred orthodox knights charged and baptized, and two thousand brothers died. Although the strong men were chosen to supplement it, the bloody combat power was not reduced, and the struggle was not reduced!

"What does he want to do? Haha, what does he want to do?" Looking at the infantry regiment that walked out, Andrewson laughed: "Don't he know that since King Yuser defeated the 100,000 Rome's 100,000 heavy infantry, he has already been in the grass where there are no infantry to survive!"

"The nouveau riche is worthy of being a nouveau riche! No matter how rich he is, he has no foundation to raise a knight!" Haha laughed. Although Andrewson was only afraid of death, he definitely had military cultivation in the position of commander of the legion.

"Give me a whole team! Five thousand knights! Use a big dragon spear! I want this little kid to know that the mud legs of infantry can never catch up with the knight."

Mud-legged is also a term used by the knights to joke about other troops, because other troops always run on the ground, while the knights are always high.

Let’s not talk about the entire team over there. Keral here is actually boosting morale in front of the formation as always.

Of course, Keral knew how important it was to boost morale. The maintenance of an army was always maintained by morale and history without a similar red spirit. Keral's infantry had no history, so he could only work hard on morale as much as possible.

"We won the last war! In order to protect our property and our wives and children, we used our bodies to build a flesh-and-blooded city wall and pulled down the myth of the knight's unbreakable!" Keral was passionately riding a unicorn in front of the infantry array, and his voice echoed in this empty wilderness.

"Now, we come for wealth! We fight for glory! We yell for title!" Kelar raised his cane and shouted loudly: "Everything is for King Arthur! For Camelo! For glory!!!"

"Boom!!!!" He responded to the heavy blows of the infantry all used armor to hit their breastplate.
Chapter completed!