The Blood Dragon Banner
Much like the three bell tolls of Red Leaf Ridge, it was more symbolic than practical, existing mostly in a state where everyone had heard of it, but no one had ever seen it.
When Joan suddenly saw the White Dragon Banner transform into the Blood Dragon Banner, she was startled but couldn't recall its meaning. Perhaps the nobles knew, but Joan, a commoner from a village, had truly forgotten what the banner signified.
A sudden commotion erupted within her ranks, but it was quickly suppressed by the soldiers.
By this time, the thirty thousand Knights had gradually begun to enter the chaotic camp, and the eight thousand soldiers were completely out of sight.
Joan didn't have time to ask about the meaning of the Blood Dragon Banner; she simply waved her flag, urging her original soldiers to charge with her.
At the very end of her unseen forces, people continuously broke away from the main army and began to enter the dense forest behind them.
Kayal, who had been somewhat confused, suddenly realized: these were the intelligence agents he had sent!
Just as the intelligence agents separated from the main rebel force, the blue-haired man who had been assaulting the King of Scotland suddenly lost his previous bravery.
He was now frantically trying to fight his way out of the camp, his face filled with terror!
When he became a rebel, he never expected to succeed alive. Even now, he was determined to die, but he only wanted to get a message out before he died—Joan! Don't come here! It's dangerous here!!
That's right! This large military camp was now a death trap! No one could break through it!
The reason was none other than the King of Scotland's hidden logistics troops!
Although they were auxiliary units, meant to clean up for the Knights and sharpen their spears, only the Light Knights knew how much the King of Scotland cherished these men.
These strong men, each over 1.8 meters tall, had undergone ten years of training. To deliver a heavy blow to King Uther one day, their secrecy was so strict that anyone who dared to mention them would be beheaded.
Even with Kayal's intelligence capabilities, he couldn't infiltrate this force of only twenty thousand men.
This was the King of Scotland's absolute secret weapon.
If light infantry were swift blades and heavy infantry were long spears, then this unit was a complete shield!
The Scottish Shield Infantry!
These strong men, holding square shields as tall as themselves, were not only stronger than the attacking rebel army, more exquisitely trained, and more coordinated, but their equipment was also superior!
Their shields had a mechanism inside; with a forceful thrust and all their might driven downwards, a sturdy bolt fixed to the bottom of the large shield would firmly embed itself in the earth. A shield nearly 1.6 meters tall, once planted, formed a wall-like existence in a row, completely impenetrable!
At least three thousand men had already been cut down by axes flying out from the gaps! These small axes were only palm-sized, exquisitely crafted, sharp, and top-heavy. Throwing them required only a full body swing, and they could even use centrifugal force to cleave through heavy armor!
Each heavy shield soldier carried twenty of these axes! Ten behind the shield! Ten at the waist!
This world wasn't just King Uther and Camelot making progress! After learning from King Uther's lessons, the King of Scotland also secretly reformed and accumulated strength! If Camelot had just silently stumbled into this, these twenty thousand heavy shield soldiers, armed with sharp small axes and impenetrable shields, would have to be faced by Camelot!
Of course, Kayal currently didn't know the situation within the chaotic formation. From his perspective, as long as the King of Scotland hadn't annihilated these eight thousand invading troops and reorganized his formation before Joan charged, then the winner would definitely be Joan, who possessed superior talent in warfare and an art of command many times greater than the King of Scotland!
But what Kayal and Joan both forgot was: as a figure who had reigned for thirty years, contemporary with King Uther, the King of Scotland had not yet been annexed!
Although Kayal had politically thrashed him, how could he, who had resisted Camelot's heavy cavalry for so many years militarily, be an easy opponent?
So Joan suddenly ran into a brick wall, and even Kayal watched, stunned, as Joan couldn't even break into the camp gate.
"What is that thing!" Kayal lost his composure again.
Not understanding the King of Scotland's trump card was Kayal's dereliction of duty, and more importantly, these were all things that Camelot should have fully dealt with! If not for the various factors within Scotland that coincidentally created this rebel army, Kayal shuddered at the thought of Camelot's Knights fighting against this copper wall and iron bastion.
A sudden surge of anger against himself arose. Kayal knew that he had repeatedly underestimated the heroes of the world! Who among those capable of becoming top politicians and strategists would be easy to deal with?!
But then came a deep sigh of relief—it was so good to realize it immediately now! If they had truly encountered it in a major battle, not to mention whether they would be completely annihilated, severe losses would be inevitable. At that point, Kayal's entire plan would be obstructed, and to make a comeback, they would truly have to proceed slowly.
Watching Joan's advance meet with increasing resistance and her forces dwindling, Kayal's gaze burned as he looked at Artoria: "We can't wait any longer, Your Majesty! Blow the horn!"
Artoria, whose blood was already boiling, and the Knights of the Round Table, how could they have any objections? One by one, they drew their Knight's Swords and all looked towards Artoria.
Artoria held a large banner in her left hand, the Lionheart Shield banner, with the lion proudly unfurling on the flag, many times more imposing than the blood-stained White Dragon Banner.
And by her side, Bedivere took out a spiral ox horn. Ox horns were usually curved, but there was a 'King of Oxen' whose horns were large and strong, spiraled, capable of fighting lions and tigers and winning. Ox horns made from such spiral horns were not only ancient but also incredibly loud, like a dragon's roar. However, the breath required was difficult for even ordinary strong men to supply, yet Bedivere blew it effortlessly, with ease and comfort.
The sound from the massive ox horn startled everyone. Even those who were fighting involuntarily paused and shifted their gaze.
High up on the mountain, the red Lionheart Banner fluttered in the wind. The golden-haired girl in azure armor slowly drew her golden longsword and raised it high. Although her words could not be heard from here, everyone trembled deeply for it. The girl chanted a name— "Knights of the Round Table!!!! Charge!!!"
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