My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 315: The Death of Dracula (X)

PS: Well, isn't that just a starting experience... so what's the use besides having a recommendation ticket? Jill, take it easy.

PS1: Thanks to Huang Yinglong for the reward.

PS2: Thanks for the "Ibrahim” reminder.

PS3: There are only six monthly tickets... do you have any more?

——————————————————————————————————

In fact, the white heat that has been presented so far is nothing more than an illusion.

Dracula, this guy has room for 50,000 people to attack.

Have you grown? After that blizzard.

Alexander squinted his eyes and could have understood the defensive battle to this point in a single war, Dracula, a man who the Roman Emperor had chosen so well on such a large plot of Roman land.

The enlightenment of war is not a half-hung.

Alexander turned around and looked at the seven or eight generals beside him, all seeds of Macedonian generals, but a little immature for Dracula. Kachanda was played by Dracula several times, while the other two also suffered in the crossing between Dracula and the rabid Renault.

Is that too much for you? Or is it something else?

Alexander turned his head and continued to focus on the battlefield, but wondered whether to give the young generals a chance to lead alone, after breaking down Dracula's castle!

Well, you can try. Alexander is not their father. How can there be so many taboos?

Getting into the enemy is a bold and conspiracy thing in itself, Alexander can see just how much real gold this fire can produce!!

At this time, the rest of the horses were already behind the Arabs, and the Arabs in the rear were pushed forward, and the battlefield of more than 50,000 people was so helpless.

Stupid, dumb, troublesome, and totally on your own!

Sometimes they know it's wrong, but they push them forward because they're standing too far in front of them...

That's Father Pit!!

The Arabs now have no choice but to rush forward slowly, while the Arabs can only climb to their death. The rest of the horses are not of one race. If they dare to back off, the Macedonian Emperor, who gave the order before the war to "retreat to kill the unforgiving", would welcome the other horses to lift their machetes directly and kill them!

So the Arabs got hairy too, retreating or dying, possibly involving their own tribes and national families, moving forward and dying, but at least being able to preserve them, and making a fortune if they did break into the city!

Desperate!

There is only one human life. When they have nothing to bind them to, anyone can fight for it. Anyone dares to fight for it, and who can stop it!

The fierce Arabs suddenly came up to the 2nd Tier with a huge loss.

To be honest, the two teams were also among those who fought in the last war, but this time they relaxed somewhat because of their experience. And stabbing them with spears is really a comfortable thing, whether they're ladders or climbing up is a vertical angle, and all they need to do is stab them underneath, they're experienced veterans. Is it okay to stab them more?

Relaxed and suddenly the Arabs rushed up a dozen people and the whole city began to riot.

With a long gun of about 1.8 meters, they couldn't even react to the machete gang that rushed up, and all the enemies that got rushed up were just about a meter of machetes. This kind of machete can't be used to fight on horseback, but the machete's sharpness and the force area of the machete's tortuosity can see more than a dozen heads in just one stroke.

Romans who can't even pull out their swords can only block them with spears.

This spear, which can only be lifted up against a sharp machete, hurts one's teammates when it stands in the way, and to be honest, a large part of the Romans are stabbed by their own people.

But how can a solid wood wooden pole spear stop a steel knife? Desert machetes are famous everywhere, and they are almost as family heirlooms. How can a machete be cut off with a thick thumb and solid wood?

Many Romans were so blocked that their brains were cut in half, and the Arabs did not hesitate to pull out the machete and continue to rush towards others.

If this is the time to seize the opportunity, it may not be possible to go directly to the city in this panic.

Unfortunately, this is a conference battle of over 300,000 people, and no matter what the situation, it can only be played on the spot, and any order will be communicated to the warriors on the front line too late.

The corner of Alexander's mouth shook an arc that showed Dracula's weakness, even though the riots in the city were soon quenched. With a strange smile on his face, he touched his beard like a steel needle: "Underestimate us? ”

“Interesting, it shouldn't be Dracula's problem, what makes people so confident in the city?” In Alexander's voice, anything is like a yell from an ordinary man, and even if you lower your voice, it's just the same as the volume from an ordinary man.

“Reinforcements?” Aristotle frowned, and he wore his own goat beard: “What if reinforcements were supposed to do that? ”

“Is it reinforcements?” Alexander hesitated, "but this shouldn't be the case. Dracula, he's sealing the gates! This suggests that he has absolutely no intention of aggressively attacking, and that this tactical negativity is absolutely the reason for the shortage of troops, and he himself decided that even if he withstood my attack, he would not have the strength to hunt down the retreat. ”

“Your Grace?” Aristotle was a schemer and a prime minister, but Alexander was the one who really took the idea.

“Wait and see.” Alexander opened the telescope, and at this altitude he could easily see the situation of the city, although he did not know which was Dracula, but he could see the fierce killing on the battlefield.

There are only a few thousand or so people in the other city, but with the strength of the castle, at least 20,000 Arabs have been killed.

Even if the rest of the horses were killed, they wouldn't necessarily break through their cities.

Funny, this Dracula.

Has wheeled battle begun since the last time people were piled on and off the walls for refuelling tactics?

Splitting people on the walls, having a certain amount of space and fire squad to stop the rocking defenses, so that all they consume is strength, and all we consume is strength?

Alexander's face revealed an exasperated smile, grinning and laughing like a giant beast: "Interesting, so let's see if you have more strength or if you have more people. ”

“How's the backfire coming along?” I didn't look back, I just shouted out loud.

It's been an hour and a half since the siege began.

Most of this hour and a half has been spent climbing walls, only about half an hour actually fighting each other, but it has already caused 20,000 casualties among the Arabs. I'm afraid the average person has already thrown up here, right?

A lot of people can't wait to put a meat grinder on here, but everyone knows that the bloodbath is just beginning.

“A dozen more have not been added up.” Aristotle looked behind him, and a row of dense linen artisans prepared to return artillery, a seemingly simple but absolutely horrific killer for a stone thrower.

Unlike the Greek type of torsional stone throwing mechanism, which involves a cumbersome process of disassembly, the difficulty of smooth speeds, the return cannon requires only a few parts, such as special items such as ribs and ropes, and the rest can be picked up entirely locally.

Including leverage and torsional force, boulders, can be configured in the field, and the Mongolians are able to hit the world with a bow horse and return fire, which is irreplaceable.

And now that Alexander has lost 50,000 men to combat, it's just a preliminary test, and Dracula's response to such a test is exhausting, and it almost broke the city!

An hour later, when the last horse and the others fell under the spear, the castle of Dracula shouted all day long.

They successfully repelled the enemy's first wave of attacks, which gave them enough confidence and strength, at least that morale had been completely transformed from the initial slump into strength.

Dracula looked at all of this with a smile, no matter what Alexander's plot was, but the fact that they had just defeated the enemy was indisputable, and morale had been somewhat strengthened, and the whole city was a cheer and a direct drain on the enemy's vitality.

That's victory, that's enough!

Dracula was very pleased to see all this with a smile and wondered since when that childish army had been able to fight the great forces of Macedonia.

We're getting stronger.

“My lord, we have defeated the enemy!” A young man said with joy. He joined Dracula's army only before the last winter war, but the first time he went to war he went through such a brutal war, and this time it was clear that he was a little overwhelmed.

But there's no more hesitation in looking at him, is there?

He's finally a qualified soldier. Dracula smiles and waves at him. What's his name again? I think it's called... Alec...

A boulder that suddenly whistled in the sky slammed on the city, and suddenly the whole city jumped, and half of the boulder hit the city wall, while the other half was actually directly shaken apart.

The flying stone spread over this section of the city wall, and the young man, who had just shouted delightfully at Dracula, lost his head more than his neck in the next second. Dracula's teeth cracked, but his SS reflected more quickly than he did, and three or four men rushed up and blocked him and pushed him down from the city.

The next second, countless whistles come from the sky… (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.)