บท 132: Chapter 132: The Unexpected Tactics of Vortigern
Vortigern's Blitz
After listening to Vortigern's thoughts, King Marco couldn't help but stretch out a thumb at him. "You know," he remarked with a hint of approval, "it's quite something to see how things have turned out. It's much more intense after the war. I'm glad I decided to cooperate with you."
Before Lott appeared on the scene, the conflicts in Britain were relatively straightforward. It was a matter of straightforward retaliation—one side struck, and the other side retaliated in kind. But Lott's unexpected sneak attacks were like a monkey suddenly stealing a peach during a fight. His actions were not only extremely insulting but also very damaging.
Vortigern, having been nearly defeated, had learned his lesson. He was a smart strategist, though not skilled in the mathematics of his era. However, when it came to military strategy and tactics, he excelled. Vortigern decided to use the same tactics that had previously been used against him.
Lott had launched his attacks from Wales, a region where the mountainous terrain made it difficult for enemies to advance. Similarly, leaving Wales to mount an offensive was equally challenging. When King Marco approached Vortigern for cooperation, it was a straightforward agreement. With Marco's territory providing an easy base for attacks, Vortigern agreed without hesitation.
"I will fully cooperate with you," Vortigern affirmed to King Marco.
King Marco, driven by jealousy and a desire to defeat Lott and Morgan completely, was eager to begin the offensive. They set their plans in motion immediately.
"Let's take Camelot," Vortigern declared with enthusiasm. Although pressured, he was more motivated by the challenge. His goal was to win, conquer Britain, and establish his dominance. This era, he believed, was destined to belong to him.
The combined forces of Vortigern and King Marco were soon ready. Vortigern assembled his troops, which numbered around twenty-three to twenty-four thousand. Despite resembling the size of a Roman legion, many were ordinary tribesmen with less combat experience. Marco's forces added thousands more, bringing their total to around 30,000.
They advanced towards Camelot, aiming to seize important strongholds before Lott could react. This approach resembled a blitzkrieg tactic, though such tactics were not typically successful in England's smaller and more complex terrain. Vortigern's aggressive strategy was, however, highly effective.
Morgan had anticipated potential attacks from the Vortigern army but had expected them to come from the Welsh mountains. She had stationed several troops along the mountain edges to guard against such an assault. To her surprise, Vortigern's forces emerged from King Marco's territory instead.
The initial territories and newly established cities fell quickly to the coalition forces, with little time for defence. Within days, they reached Camelot's important southern castle—Vortigern's base camp.
Lott and Morgan had previously occupied and secured this castle, ensuring its fortifications were intact. It was an essential base in the south, providing strategic control over the surrounding area. Now, Vortigern's army had arrived at this key location in record time. Once it was secured, their next target would be the chalk city.
It wasn't until this point that Lott and Morgan learned of the attack.
"This guy—where did he start the attack from!?" Morgan exclaimed as she reviewed the intelligence reports. "This wasn't what I expected!"
Morgan was bewildered. She had been preparing for a potential assault from the mountains, not from the south.
Lott arrived, glanced at the report, and lightly patted Morgan's shoulder. "Well, it seems Vortigern decided to borrow our tactics. I suppose I can't complain about that. I was the one who invented them, after all. How could we not beat him?"
Morgan smiled a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Well, I believe that you, my cunning husband, will defeat that vile king easily."
Lott beamed with pride at Morgan's confidence. "Of course I will. But, to defeat that humble king Vortigern, we'll need a bit of magic."
Morgan raised an eyebrow, curious. "What magic?"
"Why, the spell of being the most handsome and cutest husband in the world," Lott replied, jokingly.
Morgan gave him a disbelieving look. She then blushed and whispered, "The most handsome husband in the world...you...you're making me nervous."
As Morgan fumbled with her words, Lott couldn't help but laugh. Seeing her embarrassment made him grin wider.
"Alright, alright, I surrender," Lott said, raising his hands in mock defeat. "But we need to focus on what we're going to do next."
Morgan shifted her expression to serious. "Vortigern's tactics are reminiscent of the German blitzkrieg against France. We can't afford to let this strategy work on us. We must ensure that our castle in the south doesn't fall like Moscow did during the war."
Lott nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "We need to mobilize our elite rapid-response troops to support the castle. I'll lead the team."
Morgan whispered, "Lott, let me lead the troops to support you. You stay here and coordinate the other forces."
Lott waved dismissively. "Forget it. You know I'm too lazy for that. You handle the troublesome tasks like mobilizing the army."
Morgan chuckled. "Alright, I know you don't like this kind of work. If trouble arises, I'll handle Vortigern's forces."
They both knew that arguing further was pointless. Morgan would take charge of the defence while Lott would focus on other strategic aspects.
Morgan added, "Regardless of who you take with you, make sure Altria goes with you."
"Altria?" Lott asked, surprised.
Morgan nodded firmly. "Yes. No matter what, she must be there."
Lott raised an eyebrow, puzzled, but understood the importance of the decision.
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