My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 307: The Death of Dracula (II)

Dracula hasn't slept well in days.

Though he was only twenty-eight years old, he was now like an old man of fifty-eight years, with deep marks between his eyebrows at the corner of his mouth, often engraved with frowning, fishtail marks at the corner of his eyes, and deep bags betrayed his tiredness.

That dark, curly hair is already glued to the ends.

The handsome teenager who was known as the most beautiful man in Rome at that time was already in a mess, and the clatter on his chin didn't have time to hang up, and the dirt on his fingertips couldn't be cleaned - it was too long to stick his fingers in the walls of the city to look at the enemy stain. Time had passed so long ago, but the dirt that was deep into the meat still couldn't be washed.

Cause I got stuck in the nail cover meat because I was pushing too hard.

Can't wash it off anymore.

He still seemed to be able to see the figure of the young man in the armor at the moment, but his condition was unusual at the moment.

No, his condition cannot be described as embarrassing.

Since the castle stuck on the main road of traffic is directly facing Rome, Rome's material is constantly coming here - a hundred-year-old power, how can it be afforded, the battle of 100,000 people in the region, how can it drag down the whole of Rome?

Therefore, they were hard-won, but they were not spared.

But that's not the problem.

Alexander the Great has vowed to slaughter the city, and the whole Macedonian people want shame before the snow, and more importantly, Dracula stabbed the Macedonians to death in front of the city gate with wooden stakes, killing at least 20,000 Macedonians, a blood that Macedonia does not avenge and vows not to do.

Alexander is so luxurious, even though he's so luxurious, that he can't get 20,000 names wrong.

But thanks to their eyes on slaughterhouses and chicken dogs, this winter's resistance was unusually intense, with more than 50,000 troops stationed in a city of 150,000 people, and if it hadn't been for Rome's material resources, Dracula's economy would have collapsed a long time ago.

But first of all, it wasn't someone else who was tired, it was the people of Castle Dracula.

Under threat to life, 50,000 people in Dracula did not have the time to take turns between the incessant offensive in Alexandria and the end of their rest, like firefighters, to put out fires and kill the enemies that had surfaced, but that was how Macedonia still could not stop its army, Macedonia with its Arab, Egyptian and eye-catching servants of more than 150,000, even though there were only 30,000 members of this team, the other servants were truly fearless.

These are the craziest people to naturalize Macedonia, enjoy the same welfare as ordinary Macedonians, and for the next generation of Bo a good descendant of servants. Macedonia has the most enlightened monarchy, the most just system, the most prosperous cities and the most intense academia, all of which go in the western direction, and struggle to join the Macedonian army and join Macedonian nationality.

Despite the fact that the Macedonian title is rich and non-discriminatory, that a year ago Alexandria married two princesses, an Egyptian princess and an Arab princess, and that Alexander never discriminated against other alien races, the native welfare of Macedonia is still abundant, abundant and of all kinds, everyone likes Macedonia, and that the Macedonian army, in addition to being strong, forcibly conscripts servants, is willing to serve as servants.

These high-morale, fearless servants not only had to face the knight's impact directly in front of the spear formation to mitigate the knight's impact and relieve the stress of the spear squares behind them, but they faced the enemy's arrow head directly with a big shield with a cowhide bag and a heart at the first point. They fought alone as a thousand superfighters, but were used as cannon ashes because they were fighting for that dream in their hearts!

Kerall was very impressed by the fearless death of these servants, and as for Dracula... it can't be broken anymore.

This army of servants is as lifeless, not tired, not eating, not like the robots of Lhasa coming from the top of the city.

At the beginning, Dracula was able to bring down those who climbed or climbed the city by the walls, but by the end of the day, the whole city was full of monsters like ants, let alone ten meters away from the walls. The walls were filled with dense and numb servant doors. When Dracula and other people were constantly dealing with the killing of servants in the city, the servants of the city had even begun to rip open the ice-covered ice city and climb the ice shell with their teeth biting the knife and smashing the periphery.

Had it not been for the proclamation of the Macedonian massacre, more than 10,000 lightly and spontaneously surging to help defend the city, the Roman soldiers, who had fought three days and three nights in a row, would have finally been relieved.

And then the end is because the snowy Macedonians are still back.

But Dracula's last-minute gambling spirit wiped out his last-minute mobility.

If only he had a cavalry in his hand now! As long as they disappear on Macedonian soil, Alexander will scorch for them.

“Reinforcements, why didn't reinforcements come?” Watching a row of Camelot paper on his hands make any lord covet three feet of material, Dracula was not satisfied, and he squeezed Camelot paper furiously and roared. He wanted to break out of the cage like a trapped animal, but it was getting harder and harder to turn around under Alexander and Kerall.

He struggles like a butterfly in a spider web, consuming his strength.

He knew his current predicament, and he was a talented Roman novelist, which is why he asked the country to send him reinforcements.

He was very ashamed that he was a young general carefully chosen by Nero to shock the border, that he was now seeking help and that he was ashamed of his trust in His Majesty the Emperor, but he also had no choice. In the face of such a situation, he must have an outside force to break the blockade.

It is impossible for the Golden Empire to come to his aid or to break this impasse, and his power can come only from within.

“Huh... come on, let's turn it into us,” a low voice sounds indoors, full of magnetic magic and unusual temptations, this sort of hypnotic thing pours into Dracula's ears, making him whisper in pain: “Shut up you monsters!!” He shouted and knocked all the ink next to his hand over the floor.

“Lord Dracula?” There was a tense sound from the guards outside the door.

Since the last winter's battle, the security crisis in Dracula has received a great deal of attention from Rome. Nero himself wrote to raise Dracula's security level. There is now movement in Dracula's room, which has forced the guards to relax.

“It's okay, don't come in.” Dracula waved out tirelessly, saying that although they could not see it, they were still a little relieved.

“Look at your guardian people. Almost half of them escaped!” That low voice continues to laugh with a seductive voice: “Do they deserve your protection? Rather abandon them, abandon them, and you will have eternal life! ”

“Bullshit! Their lives are in danger. I can't protect them. Why don't you let them go?” Dracula shouted furiously, "And why didn't you say 100,000 people left behind? ”

Yes, after the last winter's battle, 150,000 people throughout the castle have moved 50,000 people.

Because people are afraid of war, and the last siege was too dangerous, breaking the city means burying them, and many people are scared, so many intend to flee directly.

The otherwise bustling cities fell into solitude with 50,000 fewer people.

With the warmth of a spring breeze, the despair of the Romans cannot be swept away.

“Ha ha ha ha, so desperate what's wrong with you, obviously behind the emperor, the army and your people, but what about your desperation, like a loser's howl and a trapped beast?” That low voice laughed mercilessly at Dracula, the lord.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! …" Dracula drank with a headache, and the Army of the Ming Macedonian was about to arrive here. He clearly couldn't hold it. He couldn't break free from being bound by responsibility and mission, but he still resisted destiny. Most painfully, why he couldn't stop him when he had clearly seen it all through.

Where the hell is the reinforcement?

Macedonia cannot be stopped by the army of 40,000 and the people of 100,000, who have already been maimed.

And as long as it fails, the next glimpse of the plain opens directly under Macedonian iron rides.

Now the world, apart from the Takramagan desert, which is only the central desert, the rest of the desert is a fertile meadow. Alexander, who owns the world's largest meadow, is not afraid of having the most fertile horses at all. Although there are no good horses of pure breeding like Mongolian horses and England horses, and no horse breeding skills like Kerall's, is there really not going to be dozens of demonic horses on a meadow that big anyway?

How is that possible?

So Macedonia's cavalry strength, though not comparable to that of Camelot, is due to the immaturity of the rider, which is definitely not the cause of horse shortage.

Now this situation, Rome, is in a state of despair - if he can't keep it!

And now, because of the two wars, the morale of the entire regiment has been almost fought. If war starts at this time, you must lose!

We need reinforcements.

Where's the reinforcement coming from?

Any regiment in the country can resist them and win strategically for Rome!!

PS: Not much, bursting. (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.)