Chapter 321

Dracula's Death

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To be honest, the militia's performance is not surprising. In fact, the new recruits' performance when they go to the battlefield is really weird.

For example, the first lesson of our recruits is how to adapt to artillery fire. Many recruits were shocked to pee their pants or tinnitus because of the wrong way of opening. They all had their ears and backs, and some were crying, insanity, or completely collapsed.

A better and better material life brings spiritual weakness, and strength in the ** is not enough to cover everything.

And this is how ordinary people in Rome are now.

Although they had a passionate desire to serve the country, facing the real battlefield, huge rocks roaring in the sky kept hitting the land under their feet. Less than six meters ahead were foreign enemies with ferocious faces and blood on their faces. But when their hands and feet were weak and they could not do anything, many people would really collapse.

After ten thousand new recruits went up, more than 500 people began to collapse, screamed, frantically, and even began to escape and jump under the city wall.

They are new recruits, but they can affect the morale of veterans. Dracula could not allow them to make the Romans, who were already low in morale, collapse themselves.

At this time, it's time to start being cold.

Dracula gritted her teeth and gave an order with a cold face: "The supervisor team comes forward!"

Supervisor team, this terrifying and terrifying noun.

In this era, the supervision teams were generally composed of elite soldiers. These soldiers have been promoted to lieutenants or generals after many wars, but their basic knowledge is not solid and unable to perform some positions, such as logistics management. People who must be literate and literate can be competent. What can these rude men do?

Only one supervisor team can be promoted.

The supervision team is composed of meritorious soldiers. They ate the best food and held the best weapons because of their past military achievements. But they were aimed at their own people.

Because they were promoted from ordinary soldiers, their prestige was very noble, no matter who they killed, no matter who they beat, no one was hesitant, and no one came to help.

This group of commanders loyal to the commanders is the eyes and ears of a senior executive, and it is also a political means to separate soldiers and officers, but what they really need to do is kill their own people!

Any fugitive who is in the battle. Kill!

Anyone who hears that the enemy is in the forefront will be killed!

Anyone who refuses to listen to the orders will kill you!

Anyone who has just disturbed the morale of the army. Kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

The supervisors who were more familiar with military laws than their wife's birthday drew their short swords and rushed towards the group of new recruits who were crying and even snot out without hesitation.

More than 500 collapsers were killed in a blink of an eye.

The blood-stained supervising team looked at the other militia who were still lying on the ground with a ferocious look on their faces and asked loudly: "Don't you want to defend your family?"

"Don't you want to defend your family?"

"Don't you want to defend your fields?"

"Don't you want to defend your glory?"

"Don't you want to win!"

"Where did the previous oaths and glory go? What about the promised defense of the castle!!" The supervisors roared. They were very heartbroken. The recruits were panicked. They knew that they were also coming from the recruits. However, their previous determination, grief and will obviously reduce or even dispel this fear, but did the previous backbone spirit be a lie?

Are they all lie?

no!!

"I, Marcus. Swear in the name of my father, to defend this castle firmly." A man with short blond hair stood up and shouted firmly. He was also a member of the trembling one just now, but now he was ashamed of his self.

"He is, I remember he is Marca's son..." Dracula whispered to the people around her.

"Yes, Lord City, he has been raised by us since his father died. He has been holding 5 silver coins every month. Although he is a little financially sluggish, it seems that he has not fallen." An eunuch next to him replied softly.

"Very good. It seems that my city-state is not completely wasteful." The five hundred cowards just now hit Dracula too much. If his people were really all such wasteful, would this war still need to be fought?

No more, really nothing more, at most it is just to try your best.

"I, Yumath, fight for the name of my father." More and more people stood up and swore in their family or their father's name. Their hearts began to be filled with courage, their faces began to put on their determination, and they were ready to fight.

The joining of these bloody young men brought the situation to control, the Turks were dead, and the combat effectiveness of the Kurds and Armenians could not stop the Romans.

Instead, it played a role in training troops for them!!

Under the protection of the shield wall, the young Romans emerged like a phantom, and then assassinated a siege Kurds with their daggers in their hands and then wrapped them back again.

They are tirelessly absorbing breastfeeding on the battlefield like hungry babies, and all experiences are the key to their future evolution.

"It's getting late, let them withdraw their troops." There is no saying that in this era, if they really fight at night, both sides will not rest well, and the problem is that the Macedonians who have a great advantage will be weakened by themselves. With enough sleep and tomorrow's battle, Alexander felt that he could sit on the city and drink hard at the sunset tomorrow afternoon.

Because the reason why the city was broken several times today was not to create false information for Alexander, but Dracula really couldn't hold on.

It is precisely because of these reasons that Dracula's fatigue was noticed by Alexander. This is true. It is precisely because of the truth that even Alexander did not see the power of the tranquility behind Dracula Castle.

Alexander will definitely regret today's relaxation tomorrow.

Perhaps Dracula today can be destroyed in one go, but Dracula tomorrow will be like an eraser, no matter how you pull it, you will not be able to break it.

Unfortunately, Alexander did not notice this now, but started cooking and camping. More wood and logistics teams were continuously accepted and then returned. They would bring more supplies and food.

Now the barracks of Alexander are brightly lit, and countless craftsmen are starting to rush to make catapults overnight. Unlike the only seven or eight catapults in the afternoon, there are about twenty of them now, and by tomorrow, the number of forty will reach the next day.

The collection of stones is also being made intensified, because this place is also Eastern Europe, with a very large air temperature difference at night. Now Alexander is hanging up with a huge water bag to see if it can turn into an ice bomb tomorrow morning.

Alexander disdained to do sneak attacks. Looking at Alexander I, he used the means of confrontation between the two armies to directly defeat his opponents. He had an extremely sensitive sense of the battlefield, but he did not bother to use the application of conspiracy and intrigue. Dracula also specially arranged a team of people to be on duty in the middle of the night, and Lin a team of people to be on duty in the middle of the night.

This is actually very unnecessary, so Alexander would not do such a thing!

Alexander was waiting for the enemy to be destroyed in one go tomorrow morning, while Dracula was waiting for education by words and deeds.

Before the last attack, only 8,000 young people on the city were able to come down, but after these 8,000 people were injured or exhausted, they all told the people around them that their heroic posture today. Under their blowing of the gull, they saved everyone like a hero.

And it is precisely because of this that their words began to spread like seeds to the hearts of hundreds of thousands of militiamen.

The militia, who were worried about fighting and throwing stones on the city, began to have the courage to get up. Isn’t that the case? Anyway, I can do it, and I can kill the enemy in exchange for certain merits.

At night, Dracula commended the ten most heroic young men in front of everyone. No one noticed that none of these young men were regular soldiers, but the benchmark they achieved was the best.

For a moment, the hundred thousand militia were all excited.

Dracula followed the flow of the eight thousand people who came down as the backbone and organized them into the 100,000 militia.

This is equivalent to Dracula having 100,000 troops to fight overnight. Although she is immature, she can still kill people!

Alexander had never expected that they would be able to mix most of the young people in the city in just one night, but this was also a fault with him. If it weren't for the famous saying that if he wanted to massacre the city, no one would relax, just as if no one would like war. When facing war, he would go up and fight with his own hands.

But if you face death, a dog will jump over the wall in a hurry, a toad will kick your legs, and a rabbit will bite people, so what's impossible!

Both sides are preparing for tomorrow's battle in an intense manner, but Macedonia is a little more cruel.

There are dozens of ladders, and more than twenty siege cars that have been destroyed by Dracula through hard work have been made.

Forty catapults can be prepared tomorrow morning, and more importantly, it is winter here. They can easily keep warm with huge torches burning. Although there is material in the city, there is no such thing. They live in their own homes without any wood at all. Dracula had no choice but to order the houses of the people who fled here to be demolished. The best beams and columns were circulated as wood to each household, and the rest were piled on the square as twenty huge bonfires to keep warm to more than one hundred thousand Roman soldiers.

Neither side slept well on this day, but when the rooster sang the sun loudly, the cruel war would continue.

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