My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 309: The Death of Dracula (IV)

“My Lord!! Since we stayed, we never thought of being farmers again and spreading them on farmland!!” There was a roar below, and they were initially hostile to Dracula, who had moved them into the city.

You know, Rome is too big, and because of it, the geographic problems are even more serious than modern America and China.

How much resistance will an airborne lord face, no one but Dracula knows, right?

He is a very talented lord.

Perhaps everyone will look at his military talents, but Dracula's talents are also unparalleled politically.

He gathered thousands of miles of scattered households and peasants, and opened his fields around the city, so that the sun rose and set, and the city gradually gained vitality.

And the tax exemption policies and welfare projects he has offered for two years have been put into practice, making farmers more fond of the lord.

At this point, the ones who can stay are the first ones. Those farmers.

“My lord, we haven't thought about getting out of the castle alive since we came in alive!!” Someone shouted, and it was true, but the mood they moved in with and the mood they're in is completely different.

“Yes, my lord, you have exempted us from tax for three years. It is only two years now. If you die, who are we going to find to exempt us from tax for the last year?" ”Someone screamed below, suddenly laughing.

“My lord, we fought hard to the end and survived with the city!! ”

People's voices gradually converged into the highest shouts and then into one sentence: "Do not retreat, do not leave, live together!! ”

Everyone was shouting, and in the city, Dracula's eyes were wet, and he shouted, "Okay, let's see how good the so-called Macedonian elite is!! ”

He shouted, "Down below are the mountain hoops, the tsunami, the power of the people.

Dracula has firmly established his conviction that if reinforcements arrive, they will prevail over reversal. If reinforcements do not arrive, then, at best, they will go to Yellow Springs with the people. Is there any complaint?

Dracula smiled.

The next day Dracula's castle fell into a feverish war preparedness atmosphere.

Five thousand people took axes at the same time to the edge of farmland outside the city, cutting trees in the forest.

Neither small seedlings nor ordinary trees with large arms are needed, on the contrary, they only need giant trees to qualify the trees that are held together by two people for their felling.

A convoy of more than 3,000 people rushed into the city with two cars of heavy cars and a stump of trees that had just been cut down, and the trees would be cut off by a team of 300 people, and the cut leaves and trees would be used directly as firewood and then as something to boil the rolling oil.

Eating oil is a very precious thing, and no one takes it for urban defense. Instead, tongue oil, tea seed oil and vegetable oil are the most important systems of urban defense.

But rolling oil needs to be burned with fire. In an age when carbon is not valued or used, let alone charcoal, natural coal is abandoned and fulfilled.

So in terms of fuel, you have to choose wood.

This is a wood age.

If divided by energy, it should be the tree age, the coal age, the petroleum age and the nuclear age, and the age of these things that people cannot leave is called the energy age.

And what stone, bronze, silver, the golden age sounds weak, it's simply not right to use weapons to divide the ages.

The most fundamental and direct manifestation of humankind is the use of energy.

And now it's just a tree age!

Then there's the reserve of matter.

They didn't even have time to cook because of the effects of the last battle, and Dracula ordered everyone to tidy up the food and stir it together, and eventually bake them in the sun as a cake, or with iron clamped into a burning furnace while cooking the kerosene, the flavor was strong and durable, and just a sip of water or wine was enough to eat a large chunk.

Afterwards, some people thought it was bad, spilled some carrots or onions into it, and the flavor suddenly became sweet, and then people began to learn to spill crushed meat and other ingredients on the cake, and finally, the cake was called a pizza in memory of the armored general. (Again, this is the history of the book, and the origin of the pizza in no way represents authentic history.

And then the food and defense systems were all set up, that is, two things: rolling oil and rolling wood, and the more powerful rolling stones needed a lot of masons and events, and that's all he could do now.

In Dracula's castle, a spear stack of spears can be seen everywhere, with a conical bracket beneath the stack, while a spear stands like 15 spears in a stack or so, making it very easy to access. Anyway, this is already a battlefield, and for the convenience of the future, a spear can barely be seen moving from the city wall to the city.

The food was stored in tents and close to the walls. During the last battle, they could not even eat. This time, it was forbidden to use it properly.

Then rolling wood, which is placed directly on the wall of the city.

Don't look like a lot of walkway woods left by one person, but everyone knows that after seven or eight attacks, these woods should almost be used, right? These were the experiences of the last war, and they were used this time, and almost everyone was optimistic.

With the last experience, will we fail again?

No, how can it be said that the last time we failed, we succeeded in overcoming each other's massive siege, can we still say that we failed with a hundred results?

The morale of the Romans who thought so had recovered, but Dracula was not optimistic.

He stood tall, so he looked farther than an ordinary officer.

This time there was no help from the last snowstorm.

The last snowstorm was timely, and the massive cold currents were not just a logistical burden for Macedonians.

First, the Romans can warm their hands by burning oil on it, then use a lady of hot water lining to reach the city wall, the hot water cools quickly, and after more than thirty seconds it will be a few centimeters of ice wall.

After a few rounds, Dracula's castle's defenses can't break the city even if the world's invincible return artillery (here is to say that the biggest success of the return artillery is to help the Kim Dynasty Army blow up Xiangyang Guan of the Song Dynasty, the bottom layer was consolidated with soil, lime and glutinous rice juice, and then the wall built with glutinous rice juice as adhesive was destroyed by the return artillery.

Then the psychological and physiological advantages of their enemies, who have to climb the walls with pleasure and cold hands and feet, are absolutely different.

Secondly, the problem of weapons, the spears frozen and harder, on the contrary, the swords of the Macedonian army, mostly equipped with machetes, will become fragile, and the Romans, who take advantage of this, will fight extremely hard enough to wake Dracula up.

More importantly, the atmosphere is now too optimistic, and the firm atmosphere of the other day vanished into invisibility under this optimism.

Almost everyone believes that they will be able to repel the attacks of the Macedonians and that they will once again have a happy life.

How is that possible?

Dracula doesn't know how much they will have left, even if they win this time, but if they fail, they will all be slaughtered. This is 200,000 people, but when he kills the 50,000 Macedonians in the city, he knows that no matter how many people Alexandria will avenge for those 50,000 people. This is a deep revenge in the blood sea. This is an endless question of attitude!

Anyone who has just slaughtered the Macedonian people is going to die, not just this person, but the power that this person represents and the people around him are going to die.

If this is in China, then this death method has a very clear word for him: the Nine Nation!

It's not here, so Alexander can only tell them what it means to touch, what it means not to touch!

Killing, only killing, can scare people and make them aware of taboos.

Humans never slaughtered their fellow human beings, let alone felt pity for them.

So this war is tough, and there is no hope, and their only hope is not to defeat each other, because they cannot be defeated, because they are a nation, they are not to kill each other, they are far more numerous than they are, even more than they were before the winter, and they cannot win, because they are not in contrast in strength at all. Their only hope, their only hope is that there will be no word of reinforcements!

On the third day, he had asked His Majesty the Emperor to send reinforcements in three successive books. At this time, the reinforcements would be excluded. If we hurry, we might get there in a week. They might still be saved, but if we send reinforcements after the battle begins, the best thing to do when the reinforcements arrive is that they will still be guarding the castle, and how many people are left... Dracula is afraid to imagine.

In this impatient wait, Macedonian troops slowly emerged on the horizon.

Along with the sunset, which still carries the excess temperature, Macedonia's fangs are slowly unfolding in some unclear light on the horizon.

What makes Dracula most nervous is that this time, no longer an infinite legion of servants, he can see very clearly about six, behind him may be more than 10,000 Macedonian squares appearing in front of him, one step at a time.

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