Chapter 388: Defeated in a battle

Author: Poison Devil

It would be impossible to say that in an hour I could dig through the walls of Rome wide enough to run horses, and even more so for the conceited defenders, but with the help of a local, the coincidence of the years, and a little luck, I had these three points just as good as the previous conditions.

Aren't you all waiting to see my jokes? Then just keep waiting!

"I'll give you fifty soldiers from Basel, they're better suited for this mission, so many people can work in shifts to speed things up."

Since the city of Rome has been conquered in history, this means that it will continue to fall, and it is time for us Nijmegen to be the proud victors.

"I've come to buy you time, today's battle will drain the Romans, and the night from prying eyes belongs to you, put the victory into my own hands, Barberini." As I spoke, my palm touched his shoulder, as if to convey the energy of victory.

"The soldiers of the New Guard will never fail in their mission!" He slammed his left chest with a fist in his right hand and gave me a vigorous salute of the new guard.

"You've never let me down, and you won't be this time."

I smiled with relief and returned a military salute with a heroic posture: "God bless you." ”

"God bless Nijmegen!"

He burst into tears of emotion, and the soldier's sense of mission and responsibility made this Roman boy as powerful as a knight, if not more difficult to defeat than them.

After filling my stomach with Bills's carefully roasted pickled pork leg and rancid mead, I mounted on the war horse he had brought with me, and at this moment there were trumpets in my ears, banners were hunting, the soldiers who had stopped were dousing the burning fire, and the knights were ready with the help of their attendants, and I rode through the passage in the middle of the procession, and the warriors on both sides struck their shields and gave a deafening cheer, which made people's blood boil.

According to the plan made last night, today's siege will start with four batches of attacks, the first of which is the first echelon of Basel and surrendered soldiers, this combination of strength and weakness is led by Oden, the eldest son of the Count of Basel, I hope to use the bravery of the Basel people and the number of surrendered soldiers to storm the walls as much as possible, consume the enemy's ammunition, especially their newly arranged counterweight trebuchet, this mixed coalition army holds out a little longer, and the follow-up troops can have less resistance.

Auden has no objection to my arrangement, in the eyes of a nobleman like him, the peasants are cannon fodder, and it is simply an unsurpassed honor to be promoted by the old men to block the arrows!

The vigorous red sun and the inspiring trumpet not only boosted the morale of the Nijmegen army, but also reminded the defenders of Rome that war was coming.

The crowd of heads and shouts on the walls was enveloped in an oppressive and dreary atmosphere, and the enemy continued to carry guards and arrows to the city, erected cauldrons of boiling asphalt, sharpened the iron arrows of scorpion crossbows, and waved the wolf's head battle flag representing Rome in the wind, as if to challenge the flying dragons of Nijmegen.

I dismounted in front of the battle, and Bills quickly led the horse and ran away, the soldiers still cheering, and several noble knights who had been waiting for a long time gathered around, and we walked together to the open terrace, from which we could clearly see the whole battlefield.

O Rome, Rome, how many times have I been turned away by you?

You don't welcome me so much, but you always show a charming look back and a charming romance, but all adult men with normal adrenaline secretion hope to kiss Fangze and become your only man, how many people have loved your beautiful face like a flower, and how many people linger on your plump and gentle body, they come and go, go and come, go and fall under your pomegranate skirt, and offer their whole life energy, just in exchange for your affection, they are too stupid, aren't they?

I am the only one in this world who truly understands you, Rome of the city of ten thousand cities, you are the splendor of the country clinging to the throne of power, absorbing people's desire for power to stay young forever, countless strong people and the empire they have established are just a flash in the pan in front of you, any attempt to possess you is a magnificent tragedy of Fei'er to the fire, your partner is the blood of the loser, the spirit of the victor, and the eternal power!

A sigh of emotion made my eyes cloudy, and Rome gradually blurred in my vision, but unfortunately now is not the time to move emotionally, how can I shed tears before blood is shed? I secretly wiped the corners of my eyes while everyone was not paying attention, and took a deep breath to stabilize my emotions.

"It's time to go." I nodded at Auden, who was waiting.

Auden took the order to leave, he stepped on the war horse vigorously, and the carefully wiped chain mail was ringing, if it weren't for the thin mouse whiskers stealing the spotlight, the young man would definitely be very handsome.

"Basel, forward!"

Auden drew his sword and pointed straight ahead, and at his command, the stragglers of Basel, armed with rudimentary shields and spears of astonishing length, slowly activated, and walked with their characteristic trumpets towards the open space outside the city gates.

The roar came from far and near, and the air seemed to be torn apart with a terrible scream, which was somewhat similar to the whistle of the mountain people chasing sheep, and many soldiers looked up curiously, looking for the source of the strange sound, but the knights who had been on the battlefield for a long time were already frightened, and raised their shields to protect their bodies.

"Trebuchet!"

One of the knights finally shouted hysterically: "Trebuchet! ”

His last note almost broke, showing what a painful memory it had left on him, and the people who suddenly realized it woke up like a dream, but it was too late to remind.

A few boulders that gradually became clear appeared in everyone's field of vision, and it spun and fell at high speed, plunging headlong into the panicked Basel army.

How would I describe the horror I witnessed? Death bloomed sin blood red flowers so close to me, shredded flesh splashed, stumps covered the sky, boulders jumped up from the ground, and continued to crush the defenseless humans, its broken fragments cut into a vivid ** at high speed, like a sharp cutter, three times five divided by two to turn the life that was still screaming in horror just now into a pile of trembling minced meat.

"Oh God......"

Waterfall, there is a waterfall rushing down in front of you, have you ever heard the roar of the waterfall pouring down? I don't know who I'm talking to, but I don't know who I'm talking to, but the fact that no one else has the time to pay attention to the Duke's half-muttering madness, their attention is all focused on the slaughter outside the city gates, yes, the one-sided slaughter, the disparity between flesh and blood against mechanical power.

The ranks of the Basel people were completely shattered, and the fierce mountain people had never seen such a destructive war machine, screaming and screaming as they fled, huddled and pushed each other, and messed up like frightened sheep.

The prisoners of war who had come over were much smarter than the Basels, and they had seen the power of trebuchets and knew how to save their lives on the battlefield.

Unlike the mountain people, who stupidly exposed their backs, they all lay down and covered their bodies with shields, which greatly reduced the secondary damage caused by the splash of rubble, but if they were too unlucky to be hit directly by the boulder, then they could only blame the usual prayer for not being pious enough, so that God ruthlessly abandoned.

Auden, who had wanted to turn the tide, was instantly drowned in the tide of retreat, and his knights and squires desperately rescued him from preventing his master from turning into a puddle of rotten flesh, but the eldest son of the earl, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, was no better, and the broken joints exposed the stubble, and the pain that pierced his heart made him let out a heart-rending howl.

His army collapsed, and he was defeated before he could survive a round, like a group of wives who scared cockroaches into crying, Auden leaned on the back of his squire with a disgraced face, I am finished, yes, he thought so, his father's scolding did not matter, but the anger and disappointment of the Duke would ruin his future.

Father will definitely kill me and put that slut-born bastard on his throne! I've thought of the lines for Auden, and at least the count's eldest son's expression tells me that I've guessed what he's thinking.

"You guys, hurry, don't let the rebels affect the morale of the army."

I pointed to a few noble knights on standby beside me: "Deserters who cross the line will be killed!" ”

Somebody has to be the executioner anyway, right? Their fate is cannon fodder, death is the only way out, in whose hands is death not death?

I stared ahead with a face like iron, and sentenced hundreds of people to death with an understatement, the war inevitably cost sacrifices, and the iron heart is also a kind of responsibility and respect for them, Bills wanted to say something, and finally lowered his head silently.

"That...... If Oden is picked up, let his men regather the retreating soldiers......"

There's only so much I can do for you, kid, and maybe save a few of your friends and relatives.

"We need Basel to protect the right wing, it's facing the river beach, and the space is empty!"

Having lost the upper hand in the confrontation with the feelings, I decided to be a good man in front of Beers, and the knights who had been ordained did not have time to think about it, so they jumped into the saddle and rushed to the front, followed by a hundred knights from Nijmegen who were placed behind the line, who disappeared into the yellow dust raised by the hooves of their horses, and did not know if they could quickly reverse the decline of the rout.

I had to delay as long as I could, and now that the sun was not above the walls, I put up my pergola and looked at the sun that was slowly rising from my right hand, and the golden crow, which was gradually gaining strength, faded from the flush of its first rise, and was clothed in a warm and scorching golden light, and it swung its sword to pierce through the obstruction of the clouds, and rushed into the air with determination.

"We don't have archers and we don't have the necessary siege weapons, and my lord, these bows can't even reach the edge of the city walls."

One of the chamberlains whispered, I remember his name, severed finger Arin, who had lost two fingers of his left hand in one battle, but the resounding nickname earned him the respect of the others and allowed him to be transferred to the squire.

"I need to do more than babble, I'm tired of the constant cannonballs, Arin."

No one can guess what will happen in the next second, just like you don't know if you're going to die of old age or end up with an enemy's sword, or a bone stuck in your throat, I'm not a god, and neither are you, the road to Rome should be easy, but accidents will always strike.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, my lord, and I am willing to accept any punishment for it."

Alin immediately changed his words and apologized, his brain was more flexible than the hand that wielded the sword: "As your loyal servant, I have to say that you have taught us that the siege must have ten times the enemy's strength, but our situation is so bad that we can't even completely surround a city gate, I'm afraid this battle will ......"

Bound to fail, huh?

I was intently biting a piece of dead skin on my lip, as if the war in the darkness of the world had nothing to do with me.

Clever fellow, every word he says is to the point, but unfortunately the matter has come to this, and he can only resign himself to fate.

"I like your bluntness, Severed Finger Arin, but I need your sword."

And your life if necessary, how many clever brains have been buried by the war, and if Einsentan goes to war, he will be a little-known cannon fodder at best.

"So shut your mouth and take the people to the right to find a good position for the escaped Basel!"

Severed Finger Arin's riding skills were quite masterful, and he flickered and moved lightly through the crowd, dodging many obstacles, and knowing which daredevil's abrupt spear was enough to send him to God, then Severed Finger could not fully describe the tragedy, and a broken intestine or a heart-piercing would be more suitable for him.

Is that the end of it? The last flying stone whirled off its tracks with a whistling spiral, plowed deep ravines in the soft loess, and when it was exhausted, it hid in the pile of sand and did not move.

Heaven and earth fell silent in an instant, everyone looked at each other blankly, and the battlefield fell into a terrible dead silence, as if the Grim Reaper was lazy and took a nap at this moment, and suddenly relaxed and overwhelmed the surviving lives.

The knights who slashed and killed more than a dozen deserters in a row stopped their movements, and the blood sprayed red their armor from head to toe, sometimes it is not easy to kill people too easily, this is not more energetic than fighting, but it makes killing more and more boring behavior without using your brain, the heat is steaming, sweat is wet on the neck and armor, and the blood is dry and imprinted with uneven traces.

"Send some more people to drive these cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death to the side!"

I kicked the ass of the other squires, dragging their wandering thoughts back to reality, the intervals between battles are all a warm-up for the next round of death, you never know what tricks your opponent has prepared, yes, tricks, there are hundreds of ways to kill, but the final fate of the undead is always the same, a whoosh, and the life is gone.

The knights drove away the crowded deserters, more than 100 people scattered in the crowd and could not be seen in an instant, and the emotionally stable deserters were like obedient lambs, mechanically following the leader and moving blindly in the large army, even if it was not far away from the lava blazing crater, they would jump off without hesitation.

An unsuccessful charge, not even the second well outside the city gate for merchants to draw water from the city gate was not crossed, which means that from the place where Nijmegen was deployed, they had only advanced five hundred meters, and even the blind man with all his eyes was completely bad, and he climbed farther in the swamp than this, and a voice in his heart roared, calm, I said to myself, and tried to calm my excitement, ://bqg3

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