Chapter 324

Dracula's Death

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The Egyptians finally failed to break through Dracula's castle.

Dracula defended this precious time with the lives of a hundred thousand militia and forty thousand Roman infantry.

But even so, the casualty rate is very high. The Egyptians told them with a vivid lesson that the tall, rich and handsome people, you are the best assembling equipment, and you are the best assembling artifacts, you are the best assembling money, welfare, family, and life experience. But I am short and poor in Egypt, and the Egyptian silkworms face you as long as you use your life, a mere low life can still pull you off and pull you from the tall, rich and handsome gods into dust!

These eighty thousand Egyptians defended their allegiance to Alexander with their lives.

Until the end, Alexander didn't speak anymore.

He watched silently as the last Egyptian was pushed down to the city, and only spit out a few words: "Record their names and set a stone tablet for them on the city of Cairo, and I want to say that someone will always remember their heroism."

"Yes." An eunuch shouted behind him.

"After breaking through Dracula's castle!" Alexander spread his hands and shouted loudly: "I will also erect a huge stone tablet on Dracula's castle facing Rome."

"There will be the heroes of this battle forever."

"There is the soul of this battle that will be in peace."

"There are they immortal!!"

Alexander shouted: "You are all heroes that are respectable, and so are they. No matter who they are, the soldiers who participated in this war are all respectable heroes! Whether it is Romans, Egyptians, Arabs, or Persians. You, us, they will be remembered by future generations, and everyone will remember here, there is a city that resisted the three-day attack of 300,000 people!"

"Here, there are 300,000 people. They paid the price of 200,000 for a city!"

"There are more than half a million people who are buried here!"

"Here is the beginning of our rise in Macedonia."

"Tomorrow, we will conquer here!"

"The day after tomorrow, Macedonia will defeat Rome and become an empire!"

"And I will become the king of all kings!"

"Tomorrow. I will sit on the top of the city and see Dracula's body." Alexander's voice was extremely loud, and on the platform again, his voice spread far, far away, Persians, Tumankus, and the most important Macedonian warriors listened to the emperor's speech with enthusiasm, but felt that their blood was swelling and they were waiting for a war tomorrow.

Even though Alexander lost nearly 200,000 people, he was not injured. The imposing warriors were different from that in Rome, there was already a terror in the city of Rome.

Dracula's regular army is less than 15,000.

The most militia were reinforcing and rotating on the city wall, with a total of 100,000 people. However, the casualties in just one day alone reached 70,000!

The morale of the militia who had only more than 28,000 people left was not high, and it could even be said to be sluggish. The previous optimistic spirit taught them a lesson, telling them that war is not a game field where you can get merit by just taking a spear and walking around, but a real cruel meat and flesh grinder.

The real cruelty makes it difficult for them to adapt, especially this high-intensity and cruel battle.

Without collapse, it can only be said that Dracula's move dispersed all the thousands of people who had experienced a battle into other militias, which did not cause the militia's collapse.

It was these "semi-new recruits" who had experienced the First World War that continued to comfort others after surviving, which did not cause the collapse of the entire city.

Now there are only about 45,000 soldiers in the entire castle, but the elderly, weak, sick and disabled are more than ordinary soldiers. They have reached the level of about 60,000.

Not to mention that the casualty rate is too high, just look at the casualty and injuries in Macedonia. Moreover, these are casualties for a whole day. In terms of this tragic level, the casualty rate of ordinary gunpowder combat would be even greater.

The best place for modern warfare is to kill enemies more conveniently.

He directly expanded the killing distance of bows and arrows and swords and guns a few steps away and hundreds of steps away to 300 to 500 meters away, and the appearance of artillery directly increased the killing distance to one kilometer and two kilometers at an equal distance.

Human technology is always accompanied by war.

Because of the war, steel weapons replaced bronze weapons.

Because of the war, armor replaced the commoner.

Because of war, crossbows replaced bows and arrows.

Because of the war, gunpowder replaced the sword.

Because of war, artillery replaced God.

So justice is within the range of the cannon.

Oh, this sentence was called before muskets and cannons appeared: Justice is within the range of bows and arrows!

So both sides of the war were licking their wounds silently.

But almost everyone in Dracula's castle knows that tomorrow...it's probably tomorrow?

But Dracula had other ideas.

It is true that a arrogant soldier will be defeated, and Alexander is almost out of cards!

As a mourning soldier, they will win, or can they support this weak momentum for two or three days?!

Dracula had a small plan in his mind. At this point, he was not worried about it. Although he knew that his troops had an absolute weakness, it was already extremely powerful to defeat the other 200,000 people with 100,000 people. Just like the Egyptians, Arabs, and other horses, they were all very powerful warriors, and most of the Romans were defeated by them.

It has to be said that the Romans were in a big trouble when they encountered such a multinational coalition.

But there is no way, who says the situation is better than the human being?

The sky gradually shone with milky white light.

Everyone watched the sun gradually rise, and the decadent aura in their bodies seemed to be washed away by the sun.

Everyone was greatly relieved, but the Tumanku people finally arrived.

This group of black people is the elite among black people. They are over 1.85 meters tall, holding a spear covered with poison, and the daggers are full of poison. To be honest, facing this group of black people, the Romans are actually more depressed than facing the Macedonians.

Because most of the gladiators in the Colosseum are these black people, and almost every Roman has seen the fierce posture of fighting for stubborn bulls, bullfighting, lions, and tigers in the Colosseum, and it has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. When facing this group of black Romans, they will subconsciously shorten one head, just as many Americans have so far thought that every yellow-skinned person is either Japanese or Chinese. If he is a Chinese, he will definitely be "Chinese ferryman"...

As the rising sun rose, everyone thought that the final battle on the last day had begun...
Chapter completed!