My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 322: The Death of Dracula (XVII)

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The pressure mountain known as the military genius is not for nothing.

Can't Dracula learn from experience, Alexander? The first wave of attack in Alexandria, which did not waste human resources, was certainly an ice bomb.

Each time more than forty ice bombs were bombarded against the wall, Alexander watched the negative tactics that Dracula would not dare to rush out and allowed the cart to move forward slowly.

This tactic is very dangerous anywhere, but only in the siege war, no matter how you punch the city guard, but the city guard who blocks the gate can only silently weep and suffer, who calls them tactically negative?

The so-called negative and positive tactical experience can only be seen by the Mongolians who have abused Westerners for centuries. Everyone knows that the tactically active Mongolians rode to and from the windy little Mongolian horse to bring Grandpa Tai's sixteen-word guerrilla words to the ultimate: the enemy entered me to retreat, the enemy stationed me to disturb me, the enemy tired me to fight, the enemy retreated me to chase!

Those who were able to assemble the backlash anytime, anywhere, after they identified a huge castle, whistled, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Mongolian cavalry gathered under the castle overnight, and the backlash could be assembled in just two or three hours, convenient to assemble, powerful ranges and powerful backlashes just had to crumble the castle and meet the Westerners at the corner of the slaughterhouse.

Westerners who have been slaughtered often see the surrender of a city when they encounter Mongolians.

In the face of threats to life, there is nothing worse.

And if the Westerners tangle up enormous forces to besiege the Mongols, the Mongols will disperse in tribal form and then go around behind enemy forces, either harassing logistical supplies or exploding each other's daisies. In short, the Mongols who apply mobility in action are really tactically and strategically active, but are also an army that doesn't really need logistics.

That is precisely why the Mongolian map extends from Asia, the Middle East, all the way to the West, what the West calls the "yellow scourge”.

And Alexander's initiative has been shown to be exhaustive at this moment.

Back to the cannon chassis was mounted with a wooden wheel, which, although not fast, was definitely a moving turret. When throwing it again, it only needed that stone to get stuck behind the wheel. This little knowledge Greek was explained a long time ago.

Dracula, for blocking the gates with stones and all kinds of waste materials, now had to hang the fighters in a basket if he wanted to destroy the enemy's carts.

Not to mention whether these fighters can destroy the catapults, and if Alexander has a cavalry, these people will never escape. This is a suicide fight!

So even Dracula cannot give such an order to let the precious warriors die.

So one ice bomb after another finally figured out the coordinates after smashing them several times.

More than forty stone throwers bombed in the desperate eyes of the Romans.

That's right, bombing!

One ice bomb after another, for quality reasons, some may have been dropped directly into the city before exploding. The scattered ice prism is simply a desperate blade, and if someone were nearby, something would be ripped off in a flash.

And some of the more pitiful fathers have some mass, but the ice bomb is not completely frozen yet, and it dissolves in the middle of the sky, like a shotgun, and it falls from the ocean, and the overlap of mass band weight and speed is really what happens to the fracture.

Dracula instead began to miss the rock bouncing, which, although horrific, was hit with a hard material that was less susceptible to collapse, causing fewer casualties.

But every one of these ice bombs went into the city with precision, not just the troops on rotation, but the tens of thousands of inhabitants of the city were greatly affected, which is really killing them out.

Dracula stood in front of him with his toothbrush bitten, and countless ice bullets crossed his head and fell into the city.

Damn it, Alexander, I really want to slaughter the city.

Dracula suddenly understood Alexander's intentions.

He doesn't care about the people in this city or anything, and his tactical intention is to use it as a bridgehead fortress firmly anchored in Rome, which is both a bridgehead fortress anchored in Macedonia, and vice versa, which Macedonia could use as a bridgehead fortress to crucify Rome.

Once this is captured, it is tantamount to defending the entire Roman aggression, and Rome, helplessly, has the initiative here to control the entire war between nations, how Alexander wants to cut Rome, and even if he steps to cut the whole of Western Rome, there is no way Nero in Eastern Rome can stop him.

So for Alexander, the people inside must die, but the castle has to stay. He will step by step expand the Macedonian people here. Although the location is slightly colder, the good land surrounding them is fertile land, giving nobility or citizenship in Macedonia a good choice.

Not to mention the fact that the strategic intention after the defeat was that the entire Macedonian capital would be a smooth journey from here to there, fertile land that could be cultivated. If such a large area of land were to give Macedonians rest and much fertility, Macedonia would certainly be able to become such a big thing as Rome in the future.

I'm afraid that's the idea, Alexander. No wonder he can attack with fire, but he prefers to pile with human life.

Dracula had a cold smile on his face: I would never leave you the whole castle, even if it had to be broken eventually.

Just for a moment, Dracula was determined.

“Coming! Get everyone ready to shoot.” At the end of the day, the Macedonians remained intolerant, and the two Kurdish and Armenian formations slowly approached the walls of the city over the sequence of the carts.

Dracula's shouting caused everyone to lift their guns.

Human evolution is reflected in being able to learn, learn lessons and avoid the same mistake the next time.

And now, the Romans have learned to set up four battle formations on the walls: the first platoon was a shield warrior, the second platoon was a short sword, and the third platoon, the fourth platoon, was the first to take over as a long-armed soldier.

And the enemy hasn't rushed up yet, so everybody dropped their weapons and their shields and grabbed their ready shots.

Everyone is waiting quietly for Dracula's orders.

“Put it down!!” Dracula shouted and the second day's offensive opened… (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.)