Smoke and a pungent smell of burnt paste wafted in the distance, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer was in a trance, and he clenched his fists hard: "Buck, is there anything you want me to do?" ”

At this moment, there is no gap between the two.

"I'll give you a squadron of soldiers, and this." The Marquis of Brackbarn took out a silver nameplate with a golden sword ornament from his coat pocket and stuffed it into the Chancellor's hand: "This is my token, and everyone in the military department knows it." You can call any unit with this...... I'm going to fight those northern monsters, and you're going to have to make sure the rear is safe, especially the king. ”

Laurent nodded calmly, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Is this an opportunity, do you want to kill them?" ”

He was referring to the sons of Duke Wilmerson.

"You can do it!" Marquis Brackbarn smiled: "I really didn't expect to hear such words from your mouth. I've always thought of you as a pacifist, the type who advocates and insists on nonviolent non-cooperation. ”

"It's not surprising that war can change a lot of things." The Chancellor of the Exchequer clenched the silver nameplate in his hand.

The Marquis nodded and patted him on the shoulder: "May the Holy Lord bless you." ”

……

The tide of battle did not turn in the direction that the Marquis of Brackbarn had hoped.

The northern giants did not attack, they stayed outside the city, and continued to fire inside the city.

It is a terrifying weapon that explodes, which in turn releases flames. The Marquis finally believed that those who fled back from the northern front did not lie, the giant's weapons were indeed very advanced, on the other hand, the cannons on his side, the solid shells were very low in both lethality and destructiveness, and even worse, the range was extremely short, and they could not threaten the opponent's artillery positions at all.

Fires are growing in the city, especially in the densely populated East End, where hundreds of thousands of civilians are located, as well as many more poor. Poor ghosts with no money had to live in shacks, and they built their dwellings out of whatever they could use, especially tattered planks. Normally, there is no problem, but now a few shells falling down can cause a large fire. The dilapidated wooden houses burned down one after another, and soon turned into a sea of fire that burned an area of more than several square kilometers. Thousands of people were trapped in the fire, unable to get out, wailing and shaking, and the wind blowing from that direction carried the aroma of barbecued meat.

All the soldiers, including the Marquis of Brackbarn, who remained in the trenches outside the city, showed fear on their faces. This style of play has gone beyond the normal military scope and beyond their normal perception of war. It's not so much a battle as a one-sided slaughter.

The shocked Marquis gave the order to attack.

He was well aware that the northern giants would not attack the city of London until all the shells were fired. These tall monsters are terrifying, and their outwits far outweigh their muscular strength. The absence of walls is London's biggest fatal point? This means that the defenders have no terrain to rely on? Worse still, the shells can start fires, which can lead to large-scale civil unrest.

The first attack wave was as many as 40,000 people? It's all regular troops with training.

They were pinned on by the Marquis? All of them were given Migael Potion 44, but the reduction of physical pain was not enough to alleviate the fear generated by the brain. The hands of the attacking soldiers holding their guns are shaking? They look helpless in the face of the empty wilderness battlefield, but the military band behind them keeps beating the drums of war? The dense and rhythmic beat of the drums urging them to move forward? No backsliding.

The sappers had already built an earthen wall in front of the artillery position, and Stormtooth watched the movement in the distance with binoculars in hand, and looked at the white musketeers who were approaching, and he gave the order from his fanged mouth: "Fire? Kill them all? Not a single one is left. ”

A dense volley of guns rang out, and bullets with red-hot energy drilled into the human body, blowing the fragile body to shreds.

Stormtooth set up his position very cleverly, combining the terrain with the woods, dividing it into three parts of different heights. To protect against long-range artillery fire from whites? Minimize casualties and disperse all the Imperial soldiers assigned to the various garrisons? Combining the standard "three-three system" with accurate shooting and a rifle range far beyond the opponent's? Compensated for the lack of firepower in the area due to the small number of personnel.

When entering a defensive state, whether the weapon is advanced or not largely determines the outcome of the battle. Did the Marquis of Brackbarn guess right? Why didn't Tyranny send infantry to attack in the first place? Just to exert the power of incendiary bombs? Completely disrupt the situation in the city. However, he had another consideration in doing so, which was to force the white defenders to leave the trenches and attack on their own initiative, so that he could inflict as many casualties as possible on his opponents with the help of improvised fortifications.

The white soldiers gathered in a dense array and trotted forward. It's not their fault, the military code says it must be, and it's the only way to create a firepower advantage. But in the eyes of the Imperial infantry on the defensive, this is simply synonymous with "stupidity". There are too many whites and too dense to aim at all, just shoot and hit the target. From time to time, the crowd of attackers burst into a mass of bloody flesh, which was not simply hit and fell, just like a large amount of explosives buried in the body, which was excited to detonate at this cruel time.

In less than an hour, the casualty rate of the attacking troops was as high as 60 percent.

The tragic condition of the dead is a kind of mental torture for the living. Especially watching his companions turn from living people into countless rotten flesh in an instant, and all kinds of tissues and organs splashed everywhere, which seemed to be unbearable for the white soldiers who were walking forward with mechanical steps.

The first person to turn around and run away may have had a nervous breakdown, throwing away the gun in his hand, wailing and turning to run. This immediately caused others to follow suit, from dozens to hundreds, and then to thousands...... In less than three minutes, the entire offensive formation began to shake, and looking down from the air, the entire army seemed to have fallen under a spell, and everyone stopped in unison, like a large humanoid wave that was forcibly restrained by some force, and began to disperse at this moment. One, two, three, four...... The molecules that coalesce into a wave begin to retreat, and it also becomes dispersed from a thick state, and finally, along the way it came, it evolves into an overwhelming retreat frenzy.

In the rear position, the officers of the Overseer Brigade roared hoarsely and angrily.

"Don't retreat, you're misguided, the enemy is behind you."

"For the sake of the Saxons, the last drop of blood must be shed. Above, you damned, shameless deserters! ”

"Do you want to go to court-martial? If you don't want to die, go back and fight the giants! ”

"Don't come, I'll shoot if I go any further."

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, a wry smile appeared on the old face of the Marquis of Brackbarn.

"Everyone, come with me!"

The adjutant next to him waved the flag, and as many as five flag guards surrounded him. This is a Saxon tradition———— the flag must follow the commander closely on the battlefield and be replaced as soon as the flag bearer dies to ensure that the flag does not fall.

The Marquis of Brackbaan knew very well that this was his last moment, and whether he won or lost it was up to him to see if he could lead his army to break through the defense line of the northern giants.

The battle was doomed from the start to be impossible to be fair.

There are too many loopholes on my side.

The corrupt bureaucracy, the intriguing aristocracy, the deceitful logistical supply system, the unscrupulous businessmen who only have gold pounds in their eyes but no state, and the poor and the rich with sharp class contradictions......

On the other hand, on the side of the northern giants, they almost had the advantage, especially in terms of weapons, which were amazingly powerful in terms of power and effectiveness.

According to those who fled from the northern front, the giants had a young king, just and virtuous, a real hero.

The Marquis of Brackbarn strode forward with his arquebus, aimed at a soldier fleeing straight ahead, and pulled the trigger. The gun went off, and the buckshot got into the man's chest, and he covered the wound with both hands, and looked in disbelief at the marquis, who had stopped and was filling the barrel with gunpowder and bullets, and struggled a few times, and fell down heavily.

Tamping the gunpowder with the tong, picking up the arquebus again, and taking another step forward, the Marquis of Brackbarn could not help but think of King George.

When I met him, George was a child.

Then he grew up, the old king died, the new king ascended the throne, and I was old.

George is as impulsive and aggressive as all young people, and his body is constantly rolling with the so-called dignity that seems meaningless to the old man. He doesn't seem to understand that such a thing as "face" can never be forcibly taken, and only respect from the heart has value. George spent a lot of money on clothing and construction. He had the richest clothes in the world, buttoned with pearls and diamonds. In order to obtain two skilled tailors from the Plantagenet Kingdom, he paid a full 80,000 gold pounds.

Buckingham Palace is said to be the Saxon royal palace of antiquity. King George ordered all the skilled craftsmen of the country to gather together and recreate the classics in this new land. His plans were large and breathtaking, but due to financial and resource constraints, the planned grand palace was only halfway through construction and had to be aborted. Still, this half of the palace can be described as "splendid". George had been living in the new palace, and he was obsessed with the follow-up works...... Even the military expenses that were indispensable for the defense of the capital were forcibly seized by him by using his royal power to seize 30,000 pounds.

As the opponent's position got closer and closer, the Short-Governor team and the Marquis personally took to the field to create a strong morale-boosting effect. More of the rout turned to join the attack, partly because they did feel a sense of fear, and partly because they felt a strong sense of shame.

"Come on, children, fight for the Saxons!" The Marquis of Brackbarn kept repeating this phrase. He shot three deserters along the way, but he was saying the same thing when confronted with more deserters.

The Marquis didn't want to fight this battle at all, but there was no way, many things were not up to him.

We should never covet the land in the north of the continent, and we should not provoke the giants at all.

The thought flashed through my mind.

How many people are fighting with me?

Fifty thousand?

Lakh?

Or is it more?

It is impossible to count the exact number because the battle came so hastily. The Marquis knew the total number of troops defending London, but the figures for the defensive forces on the Northern Front were vague. Especially in the previous shelling, so many civilians fled from the city, even if they led the army out of the line to this position, they could still feel civilians running behind them, and they kept crying.

Maybe it's just an illusion.

The distance was so close that the faces of the giant soldiers could already be seen.

The Marquis raised his gun to aim, and before he could pull the trigger, he felt his mind and body explode instantly.

The adjutant could see clearly from the side, and a bullet hit the marquis, and his entire upper body was blown to pieces.

There was no crying, no screaming, the hideous adjutant clenched the flag in his hand hard, facing the rows of black holes in front of him, charging at the craziest speed in his life.

There is no shortage of warriors in any era, regardless of nationality or nationality.

Long live Saxon!

……

When the Chancellor of the Exchequer led his troops to capture the Duke's son, he also received news from the front ———— the Marquis of Brackbarne had been killed in battle.

The lookout, who was standing on a high place, saw the flag disappear in the crowd, and he waited for five minutes without seeing any sign of the flag being re-erected. In accordance with the custom of the battlefield, the lookouts conveyed the desperate news to the city in the form of flags.

The Duke of Wimerson's son was very arrogant, and although he was pressed to the ground by the strong soldiers, he kept laughing and mocking to the fullest.

"What if I did it? I'm taking back what belongs to me, what belongs to me! ”

"Brackbarne, that damned old bastard, I was forced to exchange most of the gold pounds for food because of one of his orders. It cost me a lot, and I lost 200,000 pounds overnight. ”

Count Laurent looked at him expressionlessly and said coldly, "Buck is dead. ”

The duke's son raised his head and didn't quite understand: "What did you say?" ”

"Buck is dead...... "The Chancellor of the Exchequer was very depressed, he suddenly lowered his head, covered his face with his hands and sobbed: "He's dead...... He led the army to attack the giant's position, just now...... was killed. ”

The duke's son was slightly stunned, and then burst into a hearty laugh: "This old bastard is finally dead. Hahahaha, he's dead...... Praise be to the Holy Lord, this is the end he deserves! ”

Crying and laughing, two very different voices echoed through the room.

After a long time, Laurent stopped crying, raised her head, wiped the tears from her face vigorously, and said in a trembling voice: "If it weren't for you, Buck wouldn't have died at all...... At least not now. ”

The duke's son has a violent temperament, coupled with his detached status, he is not afraid of the accusations from the Chancellor of the Exchequer, like a wounded and mad beast pulling his neck and roaring: "Are you crazy? What does this have to do with me? ”

"Buck needs a stable London, and you've ruined it all." Laurent had no emotion in his eyes, as if looking at a dead man: "He did so much for the Saxons, whether poor or rich, he never changed his wife, and he did not have a second woman." ”

"That's because he doesn't have what it takes to be a man."