vstars Chapter 393: Defense of Aka City
Chapter 393: Defense of Aka City
In the magnificent Kusha tent, it seemed as if time had frozen. The candlelight shone on the exquisite silk and jewels, illuminating the gloomy face of Kalishika on the throne. He was majestic, like a dormant lion, and his sharp eyes fell on General Singh who was kneeling below.
Rows of armored generals stood in the tent, as silent as statues, their heavy breathing seemed to be deliberately suppressed. The air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression, and everyone knew that at this moment, Kalishiga was on the verge of exploding, and any sound could become the fuse that ignited his anger.
"Where are your tens of thousands of troops?"
Galisica's voice seemed to come from an ice cellar. Every word carried a chilling chill and slowly echoed in the big tent.
"Why did you bring back so few people?"
His gaze was like a sharp blade, scraping across General Singh's body inch by inch, as if he wanted to see through him.
General Singh was trembling all over, with cold sweat soaking his back. He lowered his head even lower, and his voice was obviously trembling:
"Your Majesty, the pagans on the other side... are too cunning... They... actually attacked my camp at night... and... set fire everywhere..."
"So you just ran back here by yourself!"
Galisica suddenly stood up from the throne, and his roar exploded in the tent like thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.
"Someone is coming!"
Calixica's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty and murderous intent.
"Drag him away and behead him in public! Anyone who dares to abandon the army and escape will end up like him!"
The cold command echoed in the big tent, foreshadowing the end of General Singh and shocking every general present.
When the guards dragged General Singh out of the tent like a dead dog, the heavy footsteps gradually faded away and finally disappeared into the night. Galisiga slowly sat back on the throne. He raised his hand and scratched his hair tiredly, stroking the slightly coarse hair with his fingertips.
Although outsiders thought that General Singh was a complete waste because he underestimated the enemy and rushed forward rashly, and was annihilated by the enemy's night attack, and finally fled back like a stray dog. But only Galisica knew that the matter was far from that simple. The soldiers under the command of that guy named John were by no means ordinary people.
Being able to launch such a large-scale raid at night and allowing tens of thousands of troops to receive clear orders and act in unison not only tests the command and response capabilities of officers, but also tests the training and responsiveness of grassroots soldiers. Such an army, even if looking at the entire continent, is definitely elite.
Although he led hundreds of thousands of troops to march south this time, most of them were troops brought by various small chiefs who had surrendered to him before.
These soldiers came from different tribes, had different cultural customs, and even used different languages, so one can only imagine how difficult it was for them to work with each other.
Although the addition of these local troops did increase the number of his troops several times in a short period of time, making them look powerful, Galisica knew that this army was too bloated, like a fat giant, seemingly powerful but actually unstable. Once they encountered a strong enemy on the battlefield, they might flee in droves like dominoes.
Singh, whom he had just ordered to be executed, was a microcosm of the fragility of this huge army and a warning lesson.
However, when he looked at the thin old man next to him who was smoking a water pipe, all his worries disappeared instantly.
That was when Calixea led his army to fight all over the country and had just taken the throne. At that time, he happened to meet this frail old man who was dressed in rags and leaned on a cane. At first glance, he thought he was just a homeless beggar on the roadside.
However, this seemingly insignificant old man showed him a series of strange spells that he had never heard of or seen before. Those mysterious powers were like opening a new door for Gabriel, making him realize that the world was far more vast and profound than he knew.
So Calixica decided without hesitation to keep the old man by his side and make him his most important assistant and adviser.
Fortunately, the old man named Daiba did not seem to have much desire for power, and his request was very simple, even a little strange - he just needed enough hookah to smoke every day. For this simple request, Galixica naturally agreed without hesitation.
In the following days, the situation developed just as Galisica had expected. The presence of Daiba was like an extremely sharp knife, easily tearing through the defenses of the northern tribes.
Those once unruly chiefs were like paper tigers and were vulnerable in front of Daiba's mysterious magic. They all surrendered and came under the command of Galisiga.
It is no exaggeration to say that today's Dybala is Gabriel's most trusted right-hand man. His wisdom and strength are like a beacon in the dark night, guiding Gabriel's direction.
Without Daiba's assistance and those amazing spells, Galisica would never have been able to unify the north so quickly and smoothly.
Thinking of this, Kalishiga glanced at the generals with different expressions under the tent. His majestic voice, with a hint of imperceptible excitement, echoed in the tent:
"Generals, tomorrow morning, the army will set out immediately and head straight for Murcia! After a short rest, the next day we will march south and aim for the city of Acre!"
He paused, emphasized his tone, and his eyes were full of desire:
"As long as we conquer Akka City, we can end the thousands of years of division of the Kushan people and rebuild the Kushan Empire! By then, everyone present here will be a founding hero!"
Three days later, the flags of Kushan fluttered, and the huge army arrived at the towering city of Acre like a steel torrent. Sitting on a gorgeously decorated war elephant, Kalishika looked sharply at the city wall in the distance.
He turned to Daiba beside him and said in a deep voice: "General Daiba, this battle is crucial. You will lead the charge."
Daiba heard this and slowly put down the hookah in his hand. A light puff of smoke rose up. He stretched and rubbed his stiff shoulders, making a slight sound.
"Alas, my old bones are a little sore after not moving for a long time."
A scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Well, let me see how powerful these barbarians from the west are."