My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 324: The Death of Dracula (XIX)

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After all, the Egyptians did not break through Dracula's castle.

Dracula saved the day with the lives of 100,000 militiamen and 40,000 Roman infantry.

But even with this high casualty rate, the Egyptians told them, with a vivid lesson, that the rich and tall, you are the best, you are the best, you are the best, you are the best, you are the best, you are the best, you are the welfare, you are the family, you are the best, but I, the Egyptian shortage, the Egyptian silks, faced with your life, a district's life can still pull you down from the horse and pull you into the dust from the rich and tall goddess!

These 80,000 Egyptians defended their allegiance to Alexander with their lives.

Until the end, Alexander stopped talking.

He watched as the last Egyptian was pushed into the city, only to spew out a few words: "Record their names and erect a tablet for them in the city of Cairo, and I would say that they will always be remembered for their valor. ”

“Yes.” Behind him was an inside waiter shouting.

“After breaking through Dracula's castle!” Alexander opened his hands and shouted, “I will also erect a giant tablet on the side of Dracula's castle facing Rome. ”

“There, the spirit of this war will live forever. ”

“There, the souls of this war will meditate. ”

“There they are immortal!! ”

Alexander drank: "You are honorable heroes, and they are honorable heroes, no matter who they are, the warriors who participated in this war! The Romans, the Egyptians, the Arabs, the Persians, you, us, them, will be remembered by the descendants, all of us will remember here, there is a city, and he resisted the attack of 300,000 people for three days! ”

“There are 300,000 people here, and they pay 200,000 for a city! ”

“Here, more than half a million people sleep here! ”

“Here is the beginning of our rise in Macedonia. ”

“Tomorrow we will conquer this place! ”

“The day after tomorrow, Macedonia will triumph over Rome and become an empire! ”

“And I, king of kings! ”

“Tomorrow, I'm going to sit in the city and see Dracula's body.” Alexander's voice was enormous, and he was on the high ground, and his voice spread far, far away, and the Persians, the Turmankus, the most important Macedonian warriors listened to the Emperor's speech in a bloody heat, just feeling like his blood was spraying, waiting for the Great War tomorrow.

Unlike Alexander, who lost nearly 200,000 people without hurting their bones, the powerful fighters, unlike Rome, are already in a state of sorrow.

Dracula's regular army is less than 15,000.

The maximum number of militias rotated to the city is 100,000, but today's casualties alone amount to 70,000!

The morale of the more than 28,000 remaining defenceless militiamen is not high, and it can even be said that they are depressed. The previous optimism taught them a lesson, telling them that war is not a playground where you can go around with a spear and get credit, but a real cruel meat grinder.

Real cruelty makes it difficult for them to adapt, especially to this high-intensity, high-cruelty battle.

Without collapse, it can only be said that Dracula's hand dispersed all the thousands of people who had experienced one battle among other militias, which did not result in the collapse of the militias.

It was those “semi-newcomers” who survived the first war who continued to comfort others, which did not cause the collapse of the entire city.

Now there are only about 45,000 soldiers in the entire castle, but the old, the sick and the sick are more than ordinary soldiers, and they have reached a level of about 60,000.

Don't say that the casualty rate is too high, just look at the casualties on the Macedonian side, and this is an entire day's casualty, which would be much greater in exchange for ordinary gunpowder combat casualties.

The best place for modern warfare is to make killing enemies easier.

He extended the range of archers and knife guns a few steps away and hundreds of steps away directly to 300 to 500 metres away, while the presence of artillery directly increased the range of injuries to one kilometre and two kilometres equidistant.

Human technology is always accompanied by war.

As a result of war, steel weapons replaced bronze weapons.

Because of the war, armor replaced clothing.

Crossbows replaced bows and arrows because of the war.

Because of the war, gunpowder replaced the sword.

Because of the war, artillery replaced God.

So justice is within the range of the artillery.

Oh, that was called justice before guns and artillery appeared: within the range of a bow and arrow!

So both sides of the war licked their wounds silently.

But almost everyone in Dracula's castle knows that tomorrow... is probably tomorrow, right?

But Dracula had other ideas.

Proud soldiers are right to lose, and Alexander is running out of cards!

Are they going to win as a soldier, or are they going to be able to sustain themselves with this debilitating momentum for two or three days?!

Dracula's heart was so smashed, he was in no mood to compare at this point. Although he understood that he had taken absolute advantage of his strength, he had already defeated the other 200,000 with 100,000 men, but he was already a very powerful fighter, like the Egyptians, the Arabs, and the rest of the horses. Most of the Romans were defeated by them.

It has to be said that the Romans are in such bad luck to meet such a multinational coalition.

But there's no way, who calls the situation stronger than people?

The sky gradually gives off a milky white light.

Everyone stayed and watched as the sun rose and the air of decay was washed away by the sun.

Everyone was greatly relieved, but the Turmankus finally arrived.

These black people are the elite of the black people, they all have more than one meter and eighty-five on their heads, they carry long guns filled with poison, and the dagger is full of poison. To be honest, the Romans are actually more repressed than the Macedonians.

Because most of the gladiators in the battlefield are this group of black people, and this group of black people in the battlefield fighting antelope, bullfighting, lion, tiger attitude almost every Roman has seen, and deep down, facing this group of black Romans will subconsciously shorten their heads, as if so far there are many Americans who feel that every yellow skin is either Japanese or Chinese, if it were Chinese, it would definitely be “Chinese empty air"...

With the rise of the Chaoyang, everyone believed that the final day of the war had begun (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.)