The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 54 Of course adults want it all
"Refugees?" Menechel was taken aback, and he looked at Kai with some hesitation in his voice: "There are more than 100 refugees, have you let them all in?"

"I counted, and there are more than 300 people. But they haven't come in yet, those knights guarding the camp are a bunch of brains, insisting that [We are Lord Menechel's subordinates, and only Lord Menechel can do it except the king. Give order]. So I'll come in and give you a pass order."

"Don't let them in."

"Okay, I'll go right away..." Kai said, his voice getting smaller and smaller, as if he had heard some incredible words, he turned to look at Menechel, and his voice changed a little: "What did you say?"

Minechel closed his eyes. If another person said such things to him, he would definitely let the other party go out, and even doubted whether the other party was the enemy's internal agent, but Minechel still held his temper when facing Kai He explained: "Our front line is stretched too long, and there are already problems with military supplies. At this time, if we suddenly add more than 100 refugees who only eat and do not work, the military supplies will collapse."

Camelot was facing a multi-front battle situation, so the supplies along the way were handled by Menechel and the others themselves, and the rations accumulated along the way were not sufficient.

Menechel thought very clearly that these refugees were driven from Torun's Square City, and the reason why the enemy would do this was to use up the food of the Camelot Expeditionary Army—no food, no matter how powerful The army also had to retreat.

"Menechel, don't you forget how our food and grass come from? It's the Stark farmers who squeezed it out of their little winter food and gave it to us bit by bit. That's how you repay them of?"

Seeing that Menechel didn't speak, Kai slapped the table. He saw that Menechel didn't seem to be joking, so he became even more angry: "Insufficient rations? This is just what you think, our food and grass At least it can support the army for a week, even with 100 people, it can last for six days, and if this trend continues, we only need three days to break the city."

"Idiot! What about the way back? Do you want to collect food and grass again?" Menechel sneered, he narrowed his eyes slightly and a dangerous temperament floated from him: "Go out and drive them away. For the last victory and the happiness of the majority, it was a necessary sacrifice."

Although Menechel knew that this was not in line with the spirit of "benevolence and righteousness" of knights, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Didn't you swear to those farmers in the name of Camelot when you borrowed food back then that you would never harm civilians and that the knight's covenant cannot be broken?" Kai still refused to budge. Jokingly and half-irritatedly mocking: "Don't forget, you were just a war refugee just like them back then, you have no right to decide their life and death, only they can decide whether to die for the so-called righteousness."

After saying this, Kai seemed to realize that his words were hurtful, but he struggled and refused to let go.

"I swear in the name of Camelot." Menechel closed his eyes and folded his hands to support his head, but he felt depressing just sitting. After a long time when he opened his eyes, the pupils had already changed. Become a tyrannical vertical pupil: "But I am me, and Camelot is Camelot. I can do whatever it takes to win, understand?"

By the end, Menechel's voice was almost inaudible.

Then he stopped looking at Kai, and directly called the guard knights stationed outside the door. Just now, the quarrel between Menechel and Kai was not suppressed in the slightest, so the knights on duty outside the door accidentally heard such a loud noise. Gua was a little panicked for a moment, for fear that their refugee commander would directly kill the innocent guards.

But Menechel didn't even look at them, and simply explained: "Drive those refugees away, if you think we won't use force and refuse to leave—you should understand."

Feeling the staring eyes of those red eyes full of depression, the guard knight saluted immediately, turned around and left.

Seeing this situation, Kai didn't stay long, and left Menechel's camp directly.

Falling into a situation of being alone again, Menechel slowly closed his eyes, and collapsed on the seat as if all his strength had been drained.

Vicious conspiracy.

Menechel thought resentfully in his heart that he had figured out what happened when Kay listed the disadvantages of expelling refugees.

If Menechel takes in the refugees, the Camelot army, which is short of food, will have no choice but to retreat, and the crisis in Torun's Square City will naturally be resolved, and even other small cities except Lihe City will be abandoned. Cher's month-long expedition was futile.

Not taking in the refugees just ruined the reputation of the benevolent and righteous teacher that Camelot has been working hard for. It turns out that Camelot, like other kingdoms, is a jackal who only cares about victory.Once the reputation is ruined and the hearts of the people are gone, it will become more difficult to regain lost ground.

Even thinking about it maliciously, the other party might send an insider to spread rumors in Camelot City, saying that this is a selfish act done by Menechel for the sake of his "undefeated" title.

And this did not cause any loss to the rebels in Torun Square City. Anyway, their atrocities of exorbitant taxation and exhaustion of people's livelihood have already caused them to lose their reputation.

"Choose one." He said to himself, but for a moment he chuckled like self-deprecating: "No, victory, fame, I want both."

As he said to Kay, he was him, and Camelot was Camelot.

Taking out the letter paper, Menechel leaned over his desk and began to write the first manuscript in his life.After a while, I checked what I had written, and filled it after confirming that it was correct.

He summoned the guard knights who were on duty outside again.It was the knight who came in just now. The other party thought that Menechel was asking about the progress of the matter, and immediately reported: "Master Menechel, although there are still some rebels among those refugees, some people have already chosen to leave. Those who insist on not leaving have also sent knights to guard them all the way."

"Try not to kill people unless it is absolutely necessary." Menechel only felt a burst of hypocrisy, knowing without thinking that the group of refugees who were persuaded to return by the same route would be massacred from Torun Square City.

Menechel handed the sealed letter to the knight, and instructed: "You go and choose three of the captured horses, and take this letter to Camelot and hand it over to the king."

From here to Camelot, two days are enough for a round trip when the three horses change to ride at full speed.

"Yes!"

The knight took the letter, saluted and left the camp.

Menechel looked at the empty camp and closed her eyes.

"I hope I can make it in time, otherwise I can only act on my own."

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