My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 325: The Death of Dracula (XX)

PS: Alas, it was supposed to be five more words today, 15,000 word updates... but now it doesn't seem realistic.

PS1: Well, forget it, I don't want a full-time job this month, because some people promised me that my notebook hasn't arrived yet. I don't know if I'll be able to update it next month. This month, I'll write all I can for a month. 5,000 a day. So don't try a full-time job like this, because now I have a house to buy, and I want to repay the loan. If this book really doesn't make 2,000 dollars a month, we'll have to finish him off quickly and go to Macau to work.

PS2: Trying to write chapter two, or 2,000 words, as for 15,000... you know.

PS3: There's no money on it.

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“Is that the last of it?” Dracula grinned bitterly, fighting, it's been six hours since morning.

Already, I can't support it gradually...

There are fewer and fewer fighters around.

At the end of the day, even the squadrons and protégés were crushed.

But the war loss rate is still increasing.

Already, no one? Dracula looked around, and his sword was already powerless on the walls of Qingshi City.

Around, there's still wheezing.

But at first glance, there's not even a hundred breathers left on a wall.

“We won?” Dracula looked at the corpse in all directions and pushed a corpse to the distance.

The distant Macedonian square is slowly moving...

We, merely beat the Turkmen… Dracula is full of loss, and he does not resent the heavens and the earth, or Nero, or Macedonia, or Alexander.

Because this is war, and war is such a cruel thing.

War has never been “rough”, “likely”, ”should”, “seemingly” vague, nor has it any moisture, let alone any speculative coincidence.

If you fail, you fail.

“Reinforcements, after all, have not come...” Dracula grinned bitterly, most of them surrounded by his own figure. On the third day, the strength of the Macedonians was exhausted, and they began to throw massive boulders into the city.

Siege cars are connected by thirty cars like a platform. Romans and crazy Turkmen are killed on the same platform. The so-called walls of the city are simply empty text!

The Turkmen shooting knife carries Amazon-specific poison to the throat, and any Roman fighter who is stabbed or wounded by one another will spit blood in three breaths. Almost all of the casualties were inflicted by Turkmen, and more people died in just six hours than all day yesterday, he said.

But Dracula didn't say anything.

Because it's war!

It's not a funny joke, as if the Turkmen didn't say anything unfair to your armor, your weapons, your shield, and of course the heavily armed Romans wouldn't say anything unfair to the naked Turkmen who only had fabrics in their crotches.

War is war. War is death. I live, especially between two countries. Who says it's unfair?

I'm afraid the United States would still not hesitate to use nuclear weapons in the Japanese-American campaign, would it? How many Americans died on the Pacific islands, except for the United States Government, only God knows, and no one hesitates.

Nobody!

From a different perspective, even if Dracula sat on the throne of the king of Macedonia, he would do more decisive things.

He just keeps throwing boulders at the walls and drowning them in numbers.

But Alexander's ambitions are even greater, with man-made nautical tactics drowning them and reducing their food consumption, while throwing boulders into the city, so that all the damage is done by civilian buildings, which can quickly be accommodated with little effort to overthrow them. Alexandria can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people at once, even if it is built entirely as military tents, and these soldiers will oppress the whole of Rome.

Can the hundreds of thousands of armies do harm to Rome by exerting high pressure and squeezing the empire, which was to collapse, into a sheet of iron?

I don't know why, when Dracula was dying, he thought of Rome, that giant thing, wouldn't he?

Dracula pushed his body up, and he limped to the city next week, and at least he could do something else.

“O my people, this battle has failed us! ”

“We stood in the way of 300,000 armies. ”

“We struggle as hard as each other. ”

“We still lost. ”

“We have nothing to complain about, but we have nothing to lose, and I believe that if those 20,000 reinforcements arrived in time, we would never be like this! ”

Dracula stood in front of everyone and yelled, “But failure is failure, and the loser has no human rights and no words, and now we are about to be torn down, my people, Alexander, he will surely slaughter the city, to the west, to Rome, to tell His Majesty the Emperor himself about this situation, to tell His Majesty the Emperor about this situation! ”

Dracula's voice was very blunt, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

An old man slowly stood up and stepped out.

His old voice sounded with a desolate smile: "My lord, Lord Dracula, you are a good man. ”

“Old man, I've lived for over sixty years and I've never seen a better lord than you, but where can we escape? ”

“My son, already dead, died to protect us, to protect our homeland, and I am not sorry, I am proud of him, but where can we flee to, our lonely little ones? Sir?” These wise men looked at the dracula and asked.

“Besides, the deal is to die with the city, my lord.” The old man laughed and shed a few tears: “Anyway, can't you be a trustless man?” He took a step forward, then a shrug, almost fell to the ground, a little blood on the corner of his mouth, and then more and more, but his whole person grew more spiritual and joyful.

“Lord, we are waiting for you on the other side of the river.” He didn't know when a dagger appeared, and then he fell down with the blood that kept pouring out.

“Lord, I'll see you on the other side of the river!!” Tens of thousands of people have agreed to take out some sharp weapons and stick them all in their chests. That sadness has left Dracula with no idea why, why not run away? Why don't you leave? Why don't you live? Why not...

No, it doesn't matter anymore.

Dracula grinned, slowly walking towards the city wall with his sword.

“They're all dead.” Faced with the walls of the city without knowing how many Roman fighters there were, Dracula smiled bitterly and said, at this time, the long wall was no longer interesting, everyone gathered together, everyone looked at Dracula, and his face showed calmness without knowing why to make Dracula sour.

“Already, finally, let's die like a warrior!” Dracula smiled bitterly.

Then a rope was flipped down.

Alexander looked strangely at one Roman warrior after another slipping down the walls, slowly sliding down with a rifle, a shield, and a spear.

“What do they want?” Alexander frowned and watched as the 300 mutilators defeated would form a square, forming the famous Roman infantry square. What do they want?

“Your Majesty, they're gone.” With a sigh of sigh, Aristotle guessed that the poisoning and maiming power of Turkmen was so great that it was a disaster for any army, and it was not difficult to speculate that 20,000 Turkmen would be able to kill most of the city's guards, and it was clear that the Romans were no longer there.

“Alone? Interesting.” Alexander touched the beard on his chin: “Send word, first party forward, three thousand knights assisted on both sides. ”

The leader at the top, with the huge red sign, began to turn slowly.

As he slowly turned to the Roman Formula, and the direction just now turned by a distance of fifteen meters, this ingenuity made Dracula absolutely disgraceful. The Roman Formula was strong and defensive, but for flexibility, the horse was no better than the Macedonian Formula, and the Macedonian Formula, something that could change the formation at any time in the East, was really handsome, what half moon, crane feathers, and so on, so long as it was able to convert the formation through this Macedonian Formula, quickly and quickly, it was simply incomprehensible.

But the people of this era are confined to just one formation, the Square Formation, and the best formation of this era, undoubtedly, is the Macedonian Square Formation!

All the Romans watched this easy-turning Macedonian formation face to face and suddenly understood why the Macedonians could take down so much territory.

Something you can't resist!

But even so, we Romans are not afraid!

Dracula is fully aware of where the turning point of the war is. The tall platform, the tall platform, is straight to them, and now they're all surrounded by thick Macedonian squares on the left and right, circles after circles, and their only weakness is their front.

And they can face each other's leaders and commanders directly by breaking through the 10,000 Macedonian Square!

The other leader is most likely that Alexander! Then there is a great chance that Rome will have plenty of time to return to life once he is slaughtered, and that the Macedonian Empire will face a direct collapse, just one chance! Just kill Alexander! If you kill him, the danger of Rome will not break itself. As for Camelot, to which the Emperor attaches special importance, it is a small disease that can be cured by its own strength!

Thinking about it, Dracula's mood is hot all at once, now all he needs is one chance, one chance!!

Then kill them, with the oldest formation, with the proudest formation of the Romans, with the strongest formation to break them, I can do it, I can do it! I can do it!!

Dracula's blood is burning, “Rome!! Forward!!” He raised his sword and drank heavily.

These 300 defeats will not have any remorse rushing towards the Macedonian Square in front of them… (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.)