Chapter 306
Chapter 306.
In this world’s military dictionary, the term alleyway battle had never appeared before. Generally speaking, when the city is broken, the city is lost. When the attacking side penetrates into the city walls, it can basically be declared that the attack has won, and the situation of capturing the inner area of the city street by street rarely occurs. In most cases, the defending side either tied their hands or took advantage of the chaos to escape.
When Jaes led his cavalry into the town, he took it for granted that he had won, and that all he had to do next was to intercept Paul Greiman, who was trying to escape.
But the invention of firearms was bound to bring about a disruptive change in warfare, and that included street fighting. Alda’s army built barricades in the town of St. Mihr, blocking off traffic junctions with rapid-fire artillery, cutting firing holes in buildings on both sides of the street, and ambushing soldiers with muskets. In order to ensure the continuity of the firepower, the soldiers were organized in groups of four to five, with only one man in each group firing and the others reloading.
When the cavalry of the Duke’s army broke into the streets of St. Mir, they were greeted by powerful firepower from the front and the left and right sides.
Instead, they were limited in their offensive prowess by the narrow streets, which, in the words of the game Iron Hearts, meant that the width of the battlefield was too small for the limited number of troops at the front to break through in a single blow.
Particularly terrifying was the artillery deployed behind the barricades, and in this environment, the loose bullets exerted incredibly powerful might, harvesting a large swath of life with each shot.
The cavalry of the Duke’s army got a good taste of what the Ottoman army got when it stormed the streets of Vienna in 1683.
Jaaius, who had charged too far ahead, was unfortunately hit, and he was beaten to a pulp with his horse.
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After Jaïs led the cavalry charge into the town, Emerson was rapidly approaching St. Mir with a group of officers, including two mercenary captains, commanding the infantry.
Every soldier planned how to make a profit after entering the town, and they ran desperately, lest they fall a step behind and the loot is snatched up by others.
Just as they stepped their feet into the town, a sudden change occurred, from the depths of the streets suddenly came the roar of fire crossbows and thunder hammers.
Not long after, the cavalrymen who had previously rushed into the town appeared before the eyes of the infantrymen, only that before they were still chasing after the enemy troops with great vigor, but now they were fleeing back in panic.
The infantrymen could see clearly that the armor of the knight lords was tattered and torn, and some of them were even missing arms and legs, and they completely lacked the same kind of momentum that they had at the time of their departure.
Even a fool understood what had happened, “Defeated! Defeated!” Someone shouted out in fear, and panic quickly infected the entire army.
The cavalrymen who took the road and fled didn’t care about this group of low status infantrymen, their horses’ hooves mercilessly trampled on them, only focusing on their own escape.
Losing Jaaius as the supreme commander, the army that was originally cobbled together by lords and mercenaries from all over the world was quickly torn apart, and could not gather any effective counterattacking force at all. Emmerson was unable to change this situation, and could only hatefully whip his mount and run wildly down the road.
Alda’s army began to pursue the enemy, they were really pursuing the enemy, and could not meet any effective resistance at all. The enemy’s cavalry could quickly get away from the battlefield, but the infantry was not so lucky.
Under Paul’s orders, the army of Arda devoted almost all of its forces to the pursuit of the enemy, and according to the post-war statistics, the number of enemy soldiers killed, wounded and captured in the Battle of St. Michael was as high as 4,000 people.
After taking some inventory, Schroeder suggested to Paul, “Lord Count, I presume that Maltz and Jaaius must have drawn troops from other battlefields, otherwise it is impossible to explain why so many soldiers suddenly appeared before us. Should we notify the others in the allied army and try to launch an attack?”
Paul mused for a moment and shook his head, “Not for now, we’re still a ways away from Sente and nothing is bound to happen on the way. It would be good to let our allies be cautious, I don’t want anyone else arriving in Sente ahead of us.”
At this time, a group of soldiers carrying a body on a stretcher placed it in front of Paul and Schroeder, and the officer leading the group said, “Your Excellencies, after our careful identification, this should be the son of the usurper, Maltz Kent, Jaaius Kent.”
“Oh?” “What?” Paul and Schroeder both let out a gasp, not expecting to catch a big fish.
Maltz’s military operations were handled by his son on the outside, and if Giles was gone, the blow to him could not be described as less than fatal.
Paul gently removed the white cloth covering the stretcher and took a look at the tragic situation inside.
He sighed: “Alas! If it wasn’t for your father and son bullying too much in the beginning, how would we have come to such a state.”
Then he instructed the officer, “Send someone to send Ja’aisi’s body to Sente. As for the other people’s corpses …… now the weather is hot, stay extremely prone to epidemics, local cremation before burial, if you can come up with the identity of the words must be noted down.” “Yes!” The officer looked at Paul with admiration, saluted and left.
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A few days later, in the Duke’s mansion within the city of Sente, Maltz Kent looked at Jaaius with a dull gaze.
Only, this child that he had high hopes for in the past had already turned into a cold corpse.
He reached out and stroked his son’s face, not caring about the thick layer of lime on it.
“My child …… my child ……”
The Duke kept murmuring, his eyes seeming to reminisce about old times, those moments when Jaaius was with him.
A loyal servant couldn’t bear to see the Duke so sad, and came up to advise, “Lord Duke, please still be sad.”
“Why haven’t you come yet?”
The servant seemed to hear the Duke whispering something.
“What is your command, my lord?”
The servant inquired without hearing, continuing to approach Maltz.
“I say …… why have you not come?”
The voice, as if it were the hissing of a wild beast, startled the servant.
Who? Not coming yet?
Just as the servant was uncertain, the Duke turned around and he saw a frightening image he had never seen before.
At this moment, the Duke’s face had twisted into an inhuman appearance, his eyes emitted an oozing red light, and his mouth, two sharp canines were unmistakably exposed.
Servants have been scared blind, in front of the person where is still in the past days the majestic duke, is clearly a monster to choose people to eat.
The monster stretched out his right hand with the speed of a thunderbolt, accompanied by a giggle, the long fingernails seemed like sharp knives, piercing from the servant’s abdomen, and then piercing out from his back.
“I want you to pay the price!”
The monster pinched the servant’s head with his left hand and ripped it off with a force, blood gushing out wildly.
He immediately brought his mouth to the servant’s neck and drank furiously as if enjoying a fine wine.
“I will finally have my revenge!”
With a loud roar, two bat-like fleshy wings broke out from the monster’s back.
“I – Maltz Kent – will walk the world as a Blood Familiar until the hatred in my heart is finished!”
(End of chapter)