My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 284 Blood Warfare

PS: A second outbreak!

“Where's the army from?” Rabies Renault shouted, grabbing a tongue and asking loudly, the tongue of the infantry he had inadvertently left behind could be seen as Roman when dressed up, but he had no idea why the Romans were attacking him.

His snowstorm chaser, Kachanda's troops, arrived here and continued their pursuit after refurbishing the city, which looked like an abandoned city, to escape the biggest storm.

Only a few dozen kilometres are difficult under such a blizzard.

But the only one who can chase an enemy with such a big snowstorm is his own rabid Renault, right?

Even Renault had to be proud.

But the ensuing sneak attack caused his army to collapse.

In fact, in a world where there is no radio connection for future generations, war is all that simple: look with your eyes, command with your heart, and win with your hands.

When you can't see the enemy with your eyes, then it's the beginning of an army collapse.

Heavy snow weather is indeed not suitable for combat, Dracula spurted and led 7,000 people not less than 4,000 eventually returned, the rest of them not all died on the way to the battle, but they could not see their own armies at all in the midst of the army chaos, it was possible to dissipate, but after that the end was almost doomed, they were washed out in armor, they were either captured by the enemy or frozen to death in this heavy snow weather.

Despite the heavy losses, Dracula was satisfied with this battle, where more than 15,000 enemies were cut into two pieces and then trampled into bloody mud. He did not know how many had died, but there were definitely many injured.

Everyone who gets hurt in this weather is waiting to die.

His primary purpose was not to annihilate the enemy, but to crumble it, and more importantly to discover that the enemy had not thrown a stone weapon, Dracula could return to the castle softly, drink a warm glass of wine, and then lead the well-fed cavalry towards the enemy.

Romania, though vast, is not too well suited for the breeding of horses, and both pastures and forests are occupied by the two countries, Carthage and Macedonia. Neither are dwarf skinny, load-bearing forest horses or tall, explosive grassland horses having much to do with Rome.

In addition to heavy infantry, Rome is more of an enormous fleet of Aegean maritime deterrence on both continents of Eurasia. Although Greece is a state of Macedonia, its role is more of an academic superiority, and even Nero never thought of attacking Macedonia behind the Greek landing in the Aegean Sea.

Instead, she felt that it was more commendable to break the turtle shell directly in Macedonia and put Greek revenues in her arms.

Some may not understand why Greece has such a powerful influence, but when it comes to the Confucius family in Shandong, China, no one dares to disturb the warlords of all the dynasties in history. Why?

Because this is the sanctuary to which all readers aspire, the source of their hope, the source of their spirituality, the beating here, the slaughter here means you have to fight the readers of the world, the intellectuals of the world.

This was almost impossible in the history of war, when there were no weapons of mass destruction, because all wars depended on one thing: logistics.

And it's not someone else who's in charge of logistics, it's the readers, the intellectuals.

If you offend them, don't go to war, wait for them to admit defeat.

Although Greece in Europe does not have such a high status, the centrality and influence it brings is certain between readers, intellectuals and aristocrats.

So nobody's going to do anything about it, of course.

And if you land from other shorelines of the Aegean Sea, the pressure of supply and logistics will increase, Romania cannot bear it at all, let alone the Central European Corps where Macedonia is stationed is not vegetarian, and more importantly, the Navy cannot land, the Army Heavy Army does not like ships, many people are dry ducks and seasick, so the quality of the soldiers led to the PASS of the landing plan.

And on the other side, the rabid Renault has captured the captured Roman in pieces, sliced into pieces.

Because the captured Roman spit blood with his proud and ridiculous eyes, and then haha laughed and despised Renault in Roman.

Renault is a general, not a soldier.

He naturally understands the world's most popular languages (well, Roman, Latin, French from the Middle Ages to the nineteenth century, English… cough, modern. So he also understands the pride and insult of this Roman.

What angered him was that the Roman continued to insult a general, a great general, including his own family, his loyal Majesty and his beloved country in language.

This guy, you can't forgive him!

Renault pulled out his accessories with his eyes red, and then asked the guard to hold his hands and feet, starting with his feet, like a cabbage cut, little by little. Renault was happy with the way the Roman cut himself above his abdomen.

He also expressed satisfaction, although the other party soon lost blood.

Well, maybe not. He wants another shot.

Find Dracula to kill most of his troops!

Before his departure, His Majesty gave him 20,000 men, and when he fought with Cerulesi, Cerulesi was too sane to stop his kind of mad arrow rain and outburst, and the beaten festival was defeated.

Since he had been victorious, he had not lost much. It had taken him almost three months to kill about 3,000 people, but now he was overwhelmed by one strike.

But it would be unwise to rush past it like this, so much snow and snow has been causing blurred vision, and so much wind can weaken the stability and power of the crossbow.

Reynolds, the rabid dog who gathered his troops, chose to retreat to the city and wait for the storm to retreat.

Actually, that's a good idea.

Because when Dracula drank a sip of wine and slept in his castle and assembled his army, someone came back and said that the other army had withdrawn into the city.

Anyway, this sneak attack is a soup bubble. Dracula first understood what soldier speed is. Delaying is a waste of time.

And even though the city has been destroyed by the Macedonians, there are still buildings and stones left in it, which is totally detrimental to the cavalry rush.

The weather cavalry runs fine on a deep snow foot, but if it runs on hard stone slabs or on muddy ground, the frozen, fragile horseshoe will definitely crack —— well, horseshoe restrictions without horseshoes are too great.

Horseshoe iron is incredibly obvious, and there's no way to find why Camelot's knights can put unlimited stuff on horses' backs: are they really not afraid of horses falling off their feet or hooves cracking? The weight, combined with the reason why the hooves fell, was absolutely a dead end, and the Camelot Knight's approach was beyond everyone's comprehension.

But not here.

Running to the city is a dead end.

Dracula understands that.

So since the city was founded, he hasn't made a single assault. He's always been smart with the other party's relaxed sneak attack or spy makeup.

Despite Dracula's ingenuity, the other side abandoned the city and made him very uncomfortable.

Not to mention, the city blocked his way to Macedonia, horses could not cross so many rubble, abandoned cities with dilapidated houses, and Renault's retreat to the city blocked his raid with the rubble of the city.

What's the most important thing about a raid?

It's not the enemy's inadequacy, it's the speed! Speed is life! Speed is what counts!

So Dracula was outraged.

He felt like he had been brushed by Renault.

But he couldn't find a way to crack it.

So he began to gather his strength.

“Tsk, what an unpleasant day.” Dracula, with his curly hair scattered over his shoulders and forehead, watched the drifting snow swept by the wind and then worked tirelessly, ignoring the gloomy opening of the heavy snow that had just helped him greatly.

“Don't worry, my lord.” There was a deputy who said that he was a native here, that he followed Dracula to become a deputy with unlimited prospects and that his future was basically tied to Dracula, so he was a rare and fully believable relative to Dracula.

“This heavy snow will stop tomorrow at most. After all, spring cultivation will come soon, or else spring cultivation will be delayed. I am afraid that many people will starve to death in the future. After the cessation of spring cultivation tomorrow morning, farmers will start spring cultivation immediately, without delay for a minute or a second, so whenever this time is the most accurate, year after year, please do not worry about the wind and snow.” The deputy replied respectfully.

“Very well, Amy, well done.” Dracula praised from the bottom of his heart: "Order 500 men to go to the city and change their guards, wake me and all the troops before dawn tomorrow, and beat this unidentified man to death here! ”

Even though they are not Romans, military merits are cast with the blood of the enemy. How can an enemy who comes to his territory not turn them into more honor than his own?!

“Ha!” Deputy Amy responded with a hundred times more spirit.

“Then, when the snow stops and people die on both sides, the two armies, unable to communicate with each other to reconcile, will face an endless bloody battle.” Kerall smiles and cuts a camel peak to reveal the oily, fat, crisp fat inside: “Then all we have to do is sit back and harvest the fisherman's profit!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)