vstars Chapter 373 I'm in Murcia
Chapter 373 I'm in Murcia
In the boundless desert, the sun was scorching the earth, and the mood of the centurion Alves was equally hot. He rode on an armored camel, with dense beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and the sand made a slight creaking sound under his feet.
"It's a damned job."
He muttered under his breath, tightening his hands on the reins and swallowing the dryness in his mouth.
"Why is it that every time I am given a job, it is always not profitable? It is just a bunch of barbaric tribes. I may not be able to deal with them even if I try my best. I really don't know what the tyrant is thinking."
His eyes kept sweeping into the distance, hoping for something to break this boring march. At this moment, a black dot suddenly appeared on the sand dunes in the distance, and Alvis' heart skipped a beat. He quickly focused and found that it was the scout he had just sent out, waving his whip violently.
"Enemy situation, enemy situation!"
Alves' heartbeat quickened, and he immediately held his breath. The scout's action just now was a signal that there was an enemy ahead. He continued to observe the scout in the distance while shouting to the soldiers behind him. The scout rode very fast, panting, as if he had important information to convey.
At the same time, several cavalrymen appeared on the sand dune opposite him, followed by dozens, hundreds, and groups of cavalrymen and infantrymen covered the sand dunes like an approaching storm. Alvis' heart tightened. The cavalrymen surged towards them like a tide, and the formation of hundreds of people approached.
"Be careful! Retreat!"
He instinctively wanted to order the army to retreat, but when he thought about the fact that this mission was given by his cruel King Murcia, if he retreated without firing a single shot, he might be crushed to ashes by the tyrant.
Alves gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear, and finally gave the order:
"Order the team to stop, maintain formation, and wait and see what happens!"
His voice was sonorous and powerful. When the soldiers behind heard it, they all stopped and focused their nervous and uneasy eyes on him. Dust blew in their faces, and the soldiers whispered to each other:
"What is the commander going to do? Aren't you going to run away?"
Soon, Alvis finally noticed the enemy's changes. With a commotion, several artillery pieces were slowly pushed out among the enemy troops, and the dark muzzles were like the devouring mouths of a monster, pointing directly at them.
He looked at the rows of towering artillery, the black muzzles pointed straight ahead like the fangs of a giant beast. He had seen the power of artillery before, and he also knew that in such an open area, if he didn't run out of the range of the enemy's artillery, he would be a moving target for the enemy's artillery if he rushed forward.
"Quick, retreat!"
As his order sounded, the army, which had just been in good order, became chaotic in an instant, like a torn piece of cloth. The soldiers retreated in unison. The sand rolled under their footsteps, and the whistling wind covered the sound of artillery in the distance. Although Alves was anxious, he tried to stay calm and tried to guide the soldiers behind him to ensure that they maintained a little discipline during the retreat.
At this moment, the low sound of artillery, like ancient thunder, suddenly sounded, like a heart-pounding alarm. As the first shell cut through the air, Alves' heart also sank. He turned his head for a moment and saw bursts of white smoke coming out of the muzzle, and then he saw the solid bullet rushing towards them.
"Quick! Stay calm and follow me!"
Alves shouted loudly, even though his voice was like a faint snail in the gunfire, but he knew that he couldn't give up now. The soldiers around him also responded quickly, although they were full of fear, but in the face of orders, everyone tried to keep a fast pace.
The shells made a loud noise, carrying a heavy and cold airflow, and fell fiercely into the sand dunes in front of them - it was a silent death. The bullets hit the ground, instantly splashing sand and stones all over the sky. The soldiers of Murcia fell like scarecrows, losing their lives and consciousness. And this was just the beginning. The shells that followed came one after another like a storm, and solid bullets rained down on the sand dunes, destroying everything in an instant.
When the last gunshots disappeared, the desert regained its superficial calm. However, a desperate scene appeared in the desert below the sand dunes. The previous hustle and bustle disappeared in an instant, as if buried in silent death.
On the ground, blood stained the sand. The soldiers who had been fleeing just now were now mutilated corpses. The camel's body was twisted and fell on the sand, its brown body blending into the surrounding yellow sand.
Seeing that there were no Murcia troops below, several teams of light cavalry rushed down from both sides of the army on the sand dunes. They galloped down from the sand dunes like the wind, instantly raising a gust of sand, rushing through the battlefield strewn with corpses, and galloping towards the direction of Murcia city.
Then the army on the sand dunes continued to advance, and John in the team observed the bodies of the Murcian soldiers. On the desert battlefield, the bodies were strewn, the chaotic armor and the broken weapons were intertwined, this is the most true portrayal of war.
Apart from the soldiers in cloth, what attracted John the most were the heavy cavalry riding armored camels. If these heavy cavalry were to fight in the desert, it might cause some casualties to John's army. However, John had nothing else but artillery, shells and gunpowder. As long as the enemy cavalry dared to charge head-on, John would guarantee that they would never return.
As the sun gradually set, the glow in the sky became warmer and warmer, and the entire desert seemed to be covered with a golden veil. The team led by John finally arrived at the city of Murcia. The towering city walls in front of them looked particularly majestic under the setting sun. However, the city gates were closed at this time. It was obvious that the King of Murcia had already learned about the battle ahead and responded quickly.
"Humph."
John couldn't help but sigh, his voice low, "It looks like another siege to kill time."
"Tell the army to set up camp and rest here. We will launch a siege the next morning."
He said to the White Wolf Knight beside him.
In his mind, he was already halfway toward conquering the city of Murcia. Most of the enemy's main forces were trapped in the city, like a trapped beast, struggling everywhere but with nowhere to escape.
The sun shone through the clouds, dyeing the edge of the city wall red. John looked over the crowded fortress and knew that as long as he held on here and ensured the continuous supply of materials, victory would eventually beckon him. Time passed slowly, like a trickle of water quietly converging, bringing invisible pressure. The enemy's confidence in resistance, like the dry riverbed, became increasingly fragile.