Chapter 286: Siege

"Your Excellency, the legions are ready, do you want to attack?" Jugris reminded softly that the soldiers of the Roman expedition had gathered according to the plan that Stilico had laid out last night, and were ready to launch a strong attack early this morning, and seize the Celtic fortress as a foothold as soon as possible. It was only Stiliko who gave the order.

When Stirico came to his senses and lifted his head on the table, he realized that it was already dark. Styrico was so tired from the tossing and turning of the night that he had slept late to discuss the attack that he had only squinted for a moment at dawn after the accident of the previous night. When I wake up now, I just feel physically and mentally exhausted.

"Well, without further ado, this war shouldn't have dragged on for too long." Stirrico rubbed his eyes and said that it seemed to him that it was much easier to conquer Britain than to deal with the barbarians who had not been settled. The Roman Empire never put Britain at the heart of its mind. He could never have made the mistake of losing the last time against Britain.

At dawn, as the rising sun shone brightly, groups of Roman soldiers formed a phalanx and marched towards the fortress in the distance. A large number of siege engines were transported not far from the British fortress, ready to launch a fierce attack at any time. The plains of southern Britain were filled with the smell of slaughter.

On the fortress, Artoria and the knights of the Round Table were waiting for them. Even though the Roman legions had an overwhelming numerical advantage, in this era when gunpowder in the East had not yet become widespread and used in warfare, walls and fortresses were always the best way to consume the lives of the besieging soldiers. The 1:3 casualty ratio between the attackers and the defenders was enough to cause heavy losses for the besieging side.

I saw that when the Roman army arrived at the fortress complex, it instantly divided into several routes, and the southern fortress of Britain was divided into several parts. This was the siege system formed by the Roman army in the long fighting, first cutting off the defenders from the outside world and cutting off the possibility of their mutual reinforcements. In this way, the Roman army could attack any target without worrying about the opposing troops attacking the Roman army in front and rear.

Then came a quick attack. Presumably having learned from the previous defeat, Stirrico did not take any chances. With the huge disparity in strength, he only needs to command the battle in a decent way to achieve victory, and there is no need to increase the possibility of total annihilation in order to reduce casualties. The main forces of Rome unsurprisingly attacked some of the weaker forts.

"Damn, do you just watch it like that?" Mordred accompanied his father and the Knights of the Round Table from the walls of the fortress to watch out for the Romans. One can only feel a sense of powerlessness in the way the Romans attacked. But......... Mordred just doesn't feel good.

It was only the beginning of the war, and there was no rush to rescue the fortress that was about to be breached. Artoria watched calmly, groping for the Romans' play.

I saw that the Roman side quickly pushed a few strange-shaped instruments. It is the stone thrower, a sharp weapon of war equivalent to the ancient Chinese trebuchet. This heavy stone-throwing weapon, which the Romans called the "wild donkey", was capable of throwing large stone projectiles or stones. The rear single-torque mainspring releases energy through a rotating arm attached to the mainspring.

A succession of stones were projected onto the walls of the fortress by stone-throwing machines, which were suppressed by the ballistas. The knights stationed on the fortress had words of suffering, and they did not even dare to risk their heads, so they could only passively wait for the next move of the Romans. The war has continued to this day, and the Roman side has lost almost no casualties, except for particularly unlucky soldiers who were shot by stray arrows.

It didn't take long for a section of the wall to collapse because it couldn't withstand the constant blows of stones. This is simply fatal for the side defending the city! A steady stream of Roman soldiers stormed the fortress through the collapsed walls, and the fortress that was supposed to hold the Romans back and inflict heavy casualties was almost useless.

A large number of Roman soldiers poured into the fortress, and under the crushing of their numbers, it was difficult for the Celtic knights inside the fortress to form an effective resistance. The fortress soon fell. In less than half a day, the Romans successfully conquered three small fortresses, and most of the knights stationed in the fortresses were martyred.

Although it was only three small forts, it was not a major event for Britain, and the damage was acceptable. However, the Romans' offensive prowess made the knights stationed in the other fortresses feel close. Once again, the high morale of Mordred's assault on the Romans began to slip.

The sun had risen in the middle and the battle had been going on for a morning. The Roman soldiers, who had successfully conquered the three fortresses, no longer braved the scorching sun, but happily had lunch and a proper rest. The Celtic knights also took advantage of this gap to breathe a sigh of relief, and the strength of Rome made everyone's hearts breathe as if they were being crushed.

"What do you mean............ Just abandon this largest fortress under our feet?! Artoria exclaimed. It's no wonder that she doesn't have a good cultivation, and as a king, she can't help but be surprised by Mordred's proposal just now. Isn't it crazy that Mordred wants to give up the largest fortress in the south to the Romans?!

"No, no, no, I call it a burning fortress......" Mordred smiled awkwardly when he saw that his father had misunderstood what he meant (although no one could see it through the helmet, Mordred just laughed anyway, who has an opinion?). )

"Listen to me, and I'm sure the Romans will suffer heavy losses!"