My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 321: The Death of Dracula (16)

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To be honest, the performance of the militia was not surprising, in fact, when the recruits entered the battlefield, it was really strange.

For example, the first lesson of Chinese recruits is how to adapt to artillery fire. Many recruits are shocked to pee in their pants or tinnitus because of the wrong way to open them, and there are some in the back of their ears. There are some rubbish streams, psychotic disorders, or completely collapsed recruits.

Increasingly, material life brings mental weakness, and physical strength is not enough to cover everything up.

And that's how ordinary Romans are today.

In spite of their bloody desire to return home, in the face of a real battlefield, the sky whistled huge rocks constantly impinging on the land beneath their feet, less than six meters ahead were foreign enemies with bloody swords on their faces, and when they couldn't do anything with soft hands and feet, many people would really collapse.

Up to 10,000 recruits, more than 500 people start to crash, scream, go crazy, even start running, jump under the walls.

They were recruits, but they were able to influence the morale of the veterans, and Dracula could not allow them to let such a torment crumble the otherwise low morale of the Romans themselves.

It's time to start being ruthless.

Dracula bit his teeth and gave the order with a cold face: "Team, move forward! ”

Team Superintendent, that's a horrible and scary term.

Teams in this era are generally made up of elite soldiers who, after many wars, have been promoted to lieutenants or generals, but whose basic knowledge is not strong enough to compete in positions such as logistics management, who have to be literate to be able to compete, what can they do?

Only one team can be promoted out.

The squadrons are composed of soldiers of merit who, because of their past successes, ate the best food and were armed with the best weapons, but were targeted at their own people.

As they ascended from the ranks of ordinary soldiers, their prestige was so noble that whoever killed them did not have any hesitation or help.

These commander-loyal squadrons are a high-ranking ear and eye and a political means of separating soldiers and officers, but what they really need to do is kill their own people!

Any runaway, kill!

Anyone who smells invincible, kill!

Anyone who disobeys orders, kill!

Anyone who just disturbs the mind of the army, kill!

Kill! Kill him!

The squadrons who knew these martial arts better than their wives' birthdays pulled out their swords and, without hesitation, plunged into those recruits who cried and even snotted out.

More than 500 collapsers were killed clean in between.

The bloody squadrons looked at the other militiamen who were still softly on the ground and said out loud, "Aren't you trying to defend your family? ”

“Didn't you want to defend your family? ”

“Didn't you want to defend your fields? ”

“Didn't you want to defend your glory? ”

“Didn't you want to win? ”

“Where have all the vows and glory gone before! Where's the promised castle?” The squadrons roared, they were heartbroken, the recruits panicked, they knew, they were coming from the recruits, but their previous determination, the grief and the will, was clearly supposed to reduce or even disperse the fear, but was the previous bone gas a lie?

Are they all lies?

No!!

“I, Marcus, swear on behalf of my father, stand firm in defence of this castle.” A man with short blond hair stood up and drank resolutely. He was just one of Cesar's shakers, but now he is ashamed of himself.

“He is, I remember, Maka's son...” Dracula whispered and the people around him confirmed.

“Yes, Lord of the City, he's been raised by us since his father died, holding five silver coins a month, and although he's had a bit of a strain, he doesn't seem to be corrupt.” Insiders answered softly.

“Good. Doesn't it look like my city is full of waste?” The 500 cowards who just hit Dracula so hard, if his people were all this crap, would it still be necessary to fight this war?

No, really no, at best, it's just doing the best you can.

“I, Eumas, fight in the name of my father.” More and more people stood up and swore in the name of their families or their fathers that their hearts were beginning to be filled with courage, that their faces were beginning to bear determination and that they were ready to kill.

The participation of this bloody group of young people brought the war under control, the Turks were dead and the Kurdish and Armenian fighting forces could not stop the Romans at all.

Instead, it gave them a practice role!!

Protected by the shield wall, this group of young Romans drilled out like shadows and stabbed a Kurdish attacker with a dagger in their hand before being wrapped up again.

They tirelessly absorb breastfeeding on the battlefield like thirsty babies, and all their experiences are key to their future evolution.

“It's too late for them to withdraw.” In this era, there is nothing to say about a night battle to pick lights. If it is a night battle to pick lights, both sides will not rest. The problem is that the Macedonians who have a great advantage will be weakened by themselves. Adequate sleep and tomorrow's battle. Alexander feels that he can sit in the city tomorrow afternoon and drink against the sun.

Because the reason why the city will be broken several times today is not to create false information for Alexander, but that Dracula is really a little stubborn.

It is precisely for these reasons that the exhaustion of Dracula was perceived by Alexander, which is true, precisely because even Alexander did not see the tension behind Dracula Castle.

Alexander will regret today's relaxation tomorrow.

Perhaps today's Dracula can be destroyed in just one stroke, but tomorrow's Dracula, like a rubber, will not break him, no matter how you pull it.

It is unfortunate that Alexander today does not realize this, but begins to cook and camp, and more timber and logistical teams are constantly receiving and returning, and they will bring more supplies and food.

Now Alexandria's barracks are lit, and countless craftsmen have begun to make catapults overnight, unlike only seventy-eight catapults in the afternoon, which are now about twenty and will reach forty by daylight tomorrow.

The collection of stones is also intensifying, as this place also belongs to Eastern Europe, where the temperature difference at night is so great that Alexander is now hoisting it with a huge water bag to see if it can turn into an ice bomb in the morning.

And Alexander was not ashamed to do this kind of thing. Throughout Alexander I, he was right to defeat his opponent directly by means of a two-armed rivalry. He was incredibly sensitive to the smell of the battlefield, but he did not hesitate to use conspiracy tricks. Dracula also deliberately arranged for a crew of ladders to be on duty in the middle of the night, and a crew of ladders from Lin to be on duty in the second half of the night.

This is actually very unnecessary, and Alexander wouldn't do it!

Alexander is waiting for the enemy to be destroyed in the morning, and Dracula is waiting for the education of the Word Herald.

The 10,000 young men who went up to the city before the last attack eventually had only 8,000 to come down, but the 8,000, whether wounded or tired, came down with a trembling spirit to tell the people around them how heroic they are today, and under their whistles they saved everyone as if a hero had come.

And that's precisely why their words began to spread like seeds into the hearts of 100,000 militias.

The militias who were anxious to kill and throw stones at the city began to have the courage, didn't they? I could do it anyway, and I could kill my enemies in exchange for some credit.

At night, Dracula praised the 10 bravest young men who had killed their enemies in front of everyone, and no one noticed that none of those young men were regular armies, but they did the best.

A time when 100,000 militiamen were all excited.

The next 8,000 people in Dracula pushed their boats into 100,000 militias as backbones.

This is equivalent to Dracula having 100,000 fightable troops in one night, even though they are young enough to kill!

Alexander had no idea that they would be able to mix most of the city's youth in just one night, but he also complained that no one would relax if it wasn't for the famous slaughter of the city, as if no one would like war, face it, and fight it with their own hands.

But if you face death, the dog jumps the wall, the toad kicks, the rabbit bites, what's impossible?

Both sides are preparing for tomorrow's battle, but the Macedonian side needs to be more brutal.

Dozens of cloud ladders, more than twenty Siege Vehicles have been built and destroyed by Dracula's strenuous efforts.

Forty stone throwers will be ready in the morning, and more importantly, it's winter here, and they can easily heat up a huge torch, and there's nothing in the city about it, and they don't have any wood in their fireplaces living in their homes. Dracula can only order the demolition of the homes of those who fled here, and the good beams and columns are distributed to the households as wood, and the rest are all piled up in the square as twenty huge bonfires to keep more than 100,000 Roman fighters warm.

Neither side slept well on this day, but the brutal war will continue when the rooster sings out the sun. (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.)