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Chapter 44: I Plan To Wipe Out 10,000 People
🕑 Added 2025-04-23 14:29:33 +0000 UTCIt is better to abandon the city than to defend it. The rain like a waterfall washed over the city wall again and again, as if to wash away the battlefield atmosphere on the city. Perhaps it was because of the continuous sunny days in the past few days that the rain was much heavier than expected. Fortunately, the enemy did not attack the city today, which was rare, so Bilu City was able to survive for a few days.
But this heavy rain that indicated that “Camelot’s fate is over” not only solved the enemy’s water problem, but also caused water problems in the city – the inner city river enclosed by King Uther had already shown signs of overflowing. Even though Sir Ector had sent people to reinforce the height of the dam, everyone’s heart was as if they were sinking into an icy cave when they saw the rising water level.
In addition, the fatigue accumulated from the days of fighting was induced by the heavy rain, and many soldiers had fallen ill. There were less than a thousand people in the city who were still able to fight. The 3,500 defenders had been reduced in just three days of attack and defense, and the voices of anti-war and surrender were gradually gaining the upper hand.
This feeling of despair of having power but nowhere to use it made Menachel irritated. He didn’t know if he could use his entire body as fuel to lead a few hundred people to destroy an army of tens of thousands.
But—
This is ultimately wishful thinking.
Menachel laid on the table and closed his eyes. No matter how confident he was in his own abilities, he alone could not reverse the tilt of the overall situation. This undue heavy rain seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back for Camelot.
There was a knock on the door, and Menachel immediately stood up from the table. His right hand slid down and quietly reached for the hilt of the greatsword beside him.
“Come in.”
Menachel’s voice was indifferent. His eyes turned casually to the door. The door was pushed open, and Agravain walked in.
“Sir Menachel.”
“You?” Menichel was stunned. He recalled the burning gaze that Agravain had given him before, and his hand holding the sword tightened involuntarily: “What do you want?”
“I have an idea. Perhaps, I can turn the tide. Sir Ector may not agree, so I came to you.”
Agravain lowered his eyes and kept a safe distance from Menachel. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the greatsword placed at Menachel’s feet. The commander seemed to lack a sense of security. But Agravain didn’t care about it. He only knew that Menachel seemed to be a platform for him to display his talents.
“Go ahead.” As expected by Agravain, upon hearing this premise, Menachel immediately stopped what he was doing and pretended to listen attentively.
“Defending the city is a dead end. The only way to survive is to decisively abandon the city while the enemy is not attacking.”
“Is that so.” Menachel exerted force on his wrist and was about to raise the Dragon Sword to cut the coward who instigated him to escape in half, but he remembered that the coward in front of him was recommended by Artoria, so his sword-swinging movement paused and he reluctantly put down the hilt.
“Agravain, there is no other fortress that can be called a strong city after the city of Bilu.” Menachel narrowed his eyes, with a hint of warning in his tone: “For Camelot, everyone must give in, including me.”
“Sir Menachel, I am not trying to persuade you to desert. I am trying to lure the enemy into the city.”
An ambush? Using the advantage of knowing the city environment well to launch street fighting in the city? These are meaningless in such a huge disparity in military strength.
But Menachel still managed to listen to Agravain’s advice with patience. But as Agravain made his purpose clear, Menachel’s expression gradually became strange.
Indeed, if he were a normal knight, he would be bound by benevolence and righteousness and would have some concerns about this, but Menachel was different. He was not normal. Although there were risks, as Agravain said, continuing to hold on would only lead to death.
Maybe we can really turn defeat into victory.
“I understand. You may leave first. I will talk to Sir Ector later.”
Menachel nodded to indicate that he agreed and took on the task of persuading Sir Ector.
But if our troops suddenly evacuate, wouldn’t that cause the enemy to be alert and afraid to enter the city?
Thinking of this, Menachel closed his eyes again to rest, but at this time there was another knock on the door. Menachel, whose rest was interrupted twice in a row, felt impatient and said in a stiff tone, “Come in.”
Outside the door was a strange knight. As soon as he came in, he bowed to Menachel and said, “Sir Menachel, Sir Ector invites you to come over.”
From the wet marks on his body, it can be seen that he was in a hurry and didn’t even wear rain gear. Could it be that the enemy came to attack the city again?
Thinking of this, Menachel walked straight out the door without hesitation, and ran towards the main house without the messenger knight leading the way.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a familiar figure whose name he could not remember. Menachel was startled, and an inexplicable sense of déjà vu came over him.
“Sir Menachel, this is the messenger knight under the command of Knight Lanmaroc.” Sir Ector spoke first and stopped Menachel from being on high alert.
Upon hearing this, Menachel loosened his hand that was reaching for the greatsword. No wonder the man looked so familiar; it turned out to be a knight under his command.
“That guy Lanmaroc is finally here?”
Looking at the messenger knight who was in a rather embarrassed state, Menachel’s tone was teasing, but the messenger knight’s face was filled with grief in response.
“What happened to Lanmaroc?”
“Sir Lanmaroc is fine.” The messenger knight knew what he should say most at this moment, so he went straight to the point without any more nonsense and explained the brilliant record of the team led by Lanmaroc in recent days.
The Lanmaroc’s knights, who arrived a few days earlier than Menachel, faced the same problem as Menachel. They did not have the courage to raid the camp but chose a more courageous approach – using the excellent mobility of all the cavalry to cut off the rebels’ food supply.
Although they successfully destroyed the enemy’s supply line, only a dozen of the two hundred cavalrymen were left, and Lanmaroc was seriously injured. Although he easily bypassed the enemy camp and entered Bilu City with his small number of men, Lanmaroc, who had wanted to return to the Bilu City to rest, never expected that the Bilu City was about to be breached.
“The rebels who have lost their supplies and have no food left will desperately attack the city to seize the food in the city. The food in Bilu City is enough for them to attack or defend.” Ector said in a deep voice: “So I plan to burn the food first and then abandon the city. Even if they capture Bilu City, they will have to retreat due to lack of food.”
This is a rather conservative method, and the soldiers and civilians in Bilu City, who are also out of food, will also suffer heavy casualties, and not a single one may survive.
“Sir Menachel, what do you think?” Ector finally asked for his opinion. Although he had always been in charge of the city’s defense because of his seniority, Ector did not forget that King Arthur appointed Menachel as the commander-in-chief.
“Me?” Menicher showed a long-lost wild smile at this time: “I plan to wipe out this coalition of 10,000 people.”
