Chapter 325

Dracula's Death

ps: Alas, I originally said that the fifth update today was 15,000 words of update volume... But now it seems unrealistic...

ps1: Oh, forget it, I don’t want full attendance this month. Because some people promised that my laptop had not arrived yet, I don’t know if there was any update to go back to my hometown next month. I will write it all for one month this month. Don’t try full attendance like this every day. Because I have to buy a house and have to pay back the loan. If I really earn less than 2,000 yuan a month, I can only finish it quickly and go to Macau to work.

ps2: I am trying hard to write the second chapter, but it is still two thousand words, as for 15,000...you know.

ps3: None of the above is money.

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"Is this the end?" Dracula smiled bitterly. The battle has been six hours since the beginning of the morning.

I've gradually been unable to support it...

There are fewer and fewer warriors around you.

In the end, even the supervision team and personal soldiers were suppressed.

However, the combat losses rate is still getting higher and higher.

Is there no one? Dracula looked around blankly, and his sword was already weakly stationed on the bluestone wall.

There was still gasping sound around.

But at a glance, there were no more than a hundred breaths on the city wall.

"Did we win?" Dracula looked at the corpse from all directions and pushed one of the corpses hard and looked into the distance.

The Macedonians in the distance were slowly moving...

Did they just fight the Turkmen... Dracula was filled with loss, and he was not angry with heaven, earth, or Nero, or Macedonia, or Alexander.

Because this is war, war is such a cruel thing.

There is never a "probability", "probability", "should" and "seemingly", nor any moisture, nor any opportunities.

If you fail, you fail.

"Reinforcements. They didn't come after all..." Dracula smiled bitterly, most of them were their own figures. On the third day, the Macedonians' military strength was fully demonstrated, and they began to shoot large quantities of huge rocks into the city.

The siege cars were endless, with thirty cars connected together like a platform. The Romans and the crazy Turkmen fought on the same platform. The so-called city wall was simply a piece of paper!

The Turkmen's spears and flying knives were all poisonous with the unique Amazon blood-threatening poison. Any Roman warrior would vomit blood and fall to the ground in three breaths as long as he was stabbed by the other party or had a wound. Speaking of which, the casualties were almost all huge casualties caused by the Turkmen. There were more people who died in just six hours than those who died all day yesterday.

But Dracula didn't say anything.

Because this is a war!

It's not a funny joke, it's like the Turkmens don't say anything unfair to your armor, weapons, and shields. Of course, the fully armed Romans will not say anything unfair to the Turkmens who only have cloth pieces on their crotch and are full of thirsty.

War is war. War is life and death, especially war between two countries. Who would say it is unfair?

In the Battle of Japan and the United States, if the United States had long developed nuclear weapons, it would probably still use them without hesitation? How many Americans died on the small islands in the Pacific Ocean except for the US government, only God knows, and no one will hesitate.

No one!

From another perspective, even if Dracula sits in the seat of the king of Macedonia, he will do more decisively.

He would only keep shooting rocks with a catapult to smash the city walls and then flood them with the number of people.

But Alexander's ambition was still great. On the one hand, he used the tactics of the sea of ​​people to subdue them to reduce their food consumption while throwing them into the city with huge rocks. In this way, all the damaged buildings were civilian buildings, and it only took a little effort to overthrow these civilian buildings and could move in quickly. Even if Alexander used a tent to build a house, he could move in hundreds of thousands of people at once. These soldiers would oppress the entire Rome.

Can these hundreds of thousands of troops cause damage to Rome be able to use high pressure to squeeze the empire that was about to collapse into a plate?

I don’t know why, but Dracula thought of Rome when he was dying. Will that be fine, right?

Dracula supported his body hard, and he limped towards the city next week. At least, he could do some things.

"My people, we failed this battle!"

"We were extremely brave enough to block the attack of the 300,000 troops."

"We struggled extremely hard to compete with each other."

"We still lost."

"Although we have no complaints, we are unwilling to accept it. I believe that if the 20,000 reinforcements arrived in time, we would never be like this!"

Dracula stood in front of everyone and shouted: "But if you fail, you will fail. The loser has no human rights or words. Now, we are about to be destroyed. My people, Alexander will definitely massacre the city. Go west and towards Rome, tell the emperor the situation here in person, and tell the emperor the situation here!"

Dracula's voice was very dull, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

An old man stood up slowly and stood up.

His old voice rang out with a desolate smile: "Sir, Lord Dracula, you are a good man."

"Old man, I have lived for more than sixty years. I have never seen a better Lord than you, but where can we escape?"

"My son is dead. He died to protect us and this home. I am not sorry. I am proud of him, but where can we, the elderly and young, escape? Sir?" asked the wise people.

"And, I promised to die with the city. sir." The old man laughed and shed a few tears: "No matter what, you can't be a person without credit, right?" He took a step forward, then staggered and almost fell to the ground. A trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then more and more, but he became more and more energetic and happy.

"Lord, we are waiting for you on the other side of the Styx." He didn't know when a dagger appeared in his heart, and then he fell down with the blood that kept gushing out.

"Lord. Goodbye to us on the other side of the Styx River!!" Tens of thousands of people agreed and took out some sharp weapons and inserted them into their chests. The tragic feeling made Dracula confused. She had no idea why, why didn't she escape? Why didn't she leave? Why didn't she survive? Why didn't she survive? Why didn't she...

No, it doesn't matter anymore.

Dracula smiled bitterly and slowly walked towards the city wall with his sword.

"They are all dead." Dracula said with a wry smile, facing the unknown number of Roman warriors on the city wall. At this time, such a long city wall was no longer interesting, everyone gathered, everyone looked at Dracula, and the calmness on his face made Dracula feel sad.

"It's already, it's the last. Let's die like a warrior!" Dracula smiled bitterly.

Then the ropes were turned down.

Alexander looked at the strange sight of the Roman warriors sliding down from the city walls one by one. They slowly slid down with spears, shields and spears.

"What do they want to do?" Alexander frowned and looked at the three hundred defeated generals forming a square formation. The famous Roman infantry phalanx. What do they want to do?

"Your Majesty, they have no one anymore." Aristotle sighed and guessed that such a thing. The poison of the Turkmen was too lethal and a disaster for any army. It is not difficult to guess that the 20,000 Turkmens could fight to death most of the city-defense troops. Obviously, the Romans were no longer there.

"Is Dugu Yizhao? Interesting." Alexander touched his chin's beard: "Tell me, the first formation comes forward, and the three thousand knights assist on both sides."

The leader in the front of the line holding a huge red sign began to turn slowly.

The first formation began to slowly turn towards the Roman phalanx as he turned over fifteen meters from the direction just now. This agility really made Dracula feel ashamed. The Roman phalanx is very strong. It has unparalleled defense in the world, but in terms of flexibility, it is not as good as the Macedonian phalanx. If the Macedonian phalanx is put in the east, it would be really handsome. The Half Moon Array, the Crane Feather Array, etc., as long as the formation converted through this Macedonian phalanx is quickly and quickly, it is simply unsolvable.

However, people in this era are only limited to the "Square Formation", and the best square formation in this era is undoubtedly the Macedonian square formation!

All the Romans looked at the easily turned Macedonian formation and suddenly understood why the Macedonians could have conquered such a large territory.

There are some things that you can’t accept!

But even so, we Romans may not be afraid!

Dracula fully realized where the turning point of the battle was. The high platform, the high platform was straight towards them, and now they were surrounded by thick Macedonian square formations on both sides of the left and right, and the only weakness was their front.

And in front of them, as long as they break through the Macedonian phalanx of the 10,000 people, they can directly face the other party's leaders and commanders!

The other party's leader is very likely to be that Alexander! Then as long as he is killed, Rome has a great chance of having a lot of time to recover, and the Macedonian Empire is even more likely to face collapse directly. Just one chance! As long as Alexander is killed! As long as he is killed, Rome's danger will be self-defeating. As for Camelo, who the emperor attaches great importance to, he is even more a little sick, and he can be cured by his own strength!

Thinking of this, Dracula's mood suddenly became hot. Now he only needs one opportunity, one opportunity!!

Then kill, use the oldest formation, the most proudest formation of the Romans, and the most powerful formation to defeat them, what I can do, what I can do! What I can do!!

Dracula's blood was burning, "Rome!! Go forward!" He raised his sword and shouted.

These three hundred defeated generals rushed towards the Macedonian phalanx at the front of them without any nostalgia... //Dear! If you think this site is good, please remember this site to help promote it! This site!

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