king of ros

Chapter 413 Sudden Death in Battle
"Holy Mother! Help me down, bastard, my shoulder, fuck! Fuck!"

A nobleman was carried down by his followers, and the commander of the Rostov Battalion looked at the severed arm.

The bloody wound was still spurting blood, adding some fresh materials to the ground that had already been covered with layers of blood.

Dill was sitting by the wall panting, he knew that this person was dead, and carrying it down was just adding another body to the underground morgue that was so-called Wounded Warehouse.

If it was normal, he would still say a few words of compassion, and even complain about the prince who threw them into this meat grinder, but now he doesn't want to say a word, and he has no strength at all.
Dill's chain mail has been rotted in several places, but he is not in the mood to take care of it. He has to hurry up and rest, and he will have to continue fighting in a short time. But enough.

The soldiers of the Rostov Battalion rested in embarrassment at the place where the monks once prayed. The sky above their heads was because the roof had been smashed.

This is their second round of rest, and the Moscow battalion has just taken their place and replaced them.

This is the only thing that can be thankful in this war hell. They can come down to rest if they can't stand it anymore.

The battle at St. George's Monastery was too fierce. In just these two hours, one-third of the Rostov Battalion had been destroyed.

As for the previous defenders, it was even worse, with half of them gone.

But they still persist. They are the elite of Moscow, and their interests are highly bound to the princes of Moscow. More importantly, they will inevitably be killed by the opponent after the defeat. After such a fierce battle, no one will be merciful to the face.

Dill's ears were still filled with fighting and shouting, as well as the sound of swords slashing on the wall. He knew that there were people behind the wall who were desperately fighting for their lives, just like he did just now.

The term "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood" is so appropriate in St. George's Monastery. The elites of the northern and southern armies fought desperately here, and the corpses were really stacked layer upon layer.

The two sides are now fighting on the road covered with corpses. As for the blood, it has gathered into a lake of blood.

Even so, the number of corpses is still increasing. Everyone understands the importance of this place, so the generals here have been fighting hard, and they all take the lead in fighting.

Of course there are broken people, but often they will be quickly summoned and thrown into the bloody battlefield like a meat grinder again.

"Dill! Let your Rostov battalion come up, the Southern Army has thrown in a new force! We can't stand it anymore! We need your people!"

The sound made Dill, who was paralyzed by the wall, stand up like a conditioned reaction, and so did his soldiers.

The person who was lying on the ground with a tired face just now picked up the weapon in a panic, and continued to prepare for the battle regardless of the tiredness that came like a wave.

Although the fight was tiring and cruel, everyone knew that if they couldn't hold this place, everyone would die!

"Follow me all!"

Dill was holding a mace. He didn't like this kind of weapon before, but after such a fierce battle, he found that it was still reliable.

Dill jumped into battle just in time to see some dying soldiers throwing their swords and hatchets at the shields of enemy infantry with their last breaths.

Three Ruth sergeants rushed to Dill, and he smashed the helmet of one of the Ruths with a mace, sending blood flying all over the place.

The Rostov soldiers followed closely behind them, rushed into the melee circle, and protected one side of the Moscow Battalion's gun array. The sound of fighting was fierce, reaching another peak.

"Shoot that way!"

Following the shouts from the high tower, a burst of crossbow bolts fell on a group of advancing heavy infantry. At this distance and at this height, those heavy armors were as fragile as paper.

Before these hoplites had time to go into battle, they collapsed due to heavy casualties.

This is the reason why the Confederate Army wanted to take down this tower. This high tower overlooked the entire battlefield and could attack any formation of the Confederate Army. Many Confederate soldiers were suddenly shot into sieves by crossbow arrows while they were still fighting.

But Edward's expression did not improve because of this, and he was still very serious, because even if this group of enemy troops was planned, the Southern Army still had more troops rushing in continuously.

The place where Edward is located is inside the high tower of the monastery. This high tower is different from the general high tower of the monastery. It is a large square tower.

From this aspect, the meaning of the tower's existence at the beginning was for the military.

The internal space is very open, without the narrow feeling of ordinary towers. Now these open spaces are placed in the crossbow bolts, which are the ammunition carried in advance.

And Edward was observing the battle in the center of the tower, grasping the surrounding battle situation.

There was no blood on Edward's body, because he didn't go to the front line to fight. It had to stand in the tower to observe the situation at all times, so as to control the strength of troops and the projection of crossbow arrows.

Looking from all directions of the tower, the goal is countless fights, countless huge army formations fight each other, as if there is no end in sight, whenever watching this scene, Edward's heart is full of blood, because he is in the legendary In the battlefield.

Standing here is actually dangerous. In addition, the siege equipment from the southern army's position, although the siege equipment of the northern and southern armies are shooting at each other, there are still catapults or ballistas firing at the battlefield from time to time.

Although friendly troops were accidentally injured many times, if they could be concentrated, the casualties would be considerable, and the high tower of the monastery was undoubtedly the key target.

In fact, one corner of this square tower has been trampled on, and it was only later that wooden boards were repaired as a temporary barrier.

But Edward still didn't leave, and stood there firmly, observing the battle.

"Huh, Lord Edward, I'm here, where are you sending me?"

Following the sound, Edward saw a big man in black chain mail, his helmet was being held in his arms, and that face was familiar to him, a face that had a great reputation in Moscow and Novgorod. Affected face.

"Master Gevalan, I didn't expect it to be you."

Edward was overjoyed to see a familiar face. There is nothing more exciting than seeing a close and reliable comrade-in-arms in such a fierce situation.

"I brought the scum from the Gulag. Although they are rotten, they are at least qualified heavy infantry under my drill. Come on, Lord Edward, tell us where we are going. Don't have anything to be afraid of. Where is the best place to go?" Let us go where it is fierce, these scumbags exist for this matter."

Guvalan gave Edward a smile and asked about the battlefield. He could see the tense situation in St. George's Monastery.

He was a little eager to go to the battlefield as soon as possible. Gevalan hadn't been on the battlefield for a long time, but in the army, he felt his war cells were awakened.

"Well, since that's the case..."

Edward had only spoken halfway before he was interrupted, because suddenly there was a burst of cheers from outside the tower, and under the cheers were all kinds of horrified cries.

The two immediately came to the side of the tower, pushed away the garrisoned crossbowmen, and then they saw a man's head on a spear, and the Confederate army was cheering at the head.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's not..."

Edward couldn't believe his eyes, because he was really shocked, but this matter was just there, and he couldn't recognize it.

"That's right, that's Anwar's head. Lord Edward, you don't need to assign tasks. I'll block the rear right away to prevent the Southern Army from rushing in. Damn it, how could such a thing happen?"

Gevalan, who was experienced in war, realized what was going to happen next almost immediately, and hurried down with his subordinates.

He knew too well what was going to happen next, at least he wanted to keep St. George's Abbey from chaos.

In the tower, the crossbowmen stopped firing. They looked at Edward blankly, waiting for his order.

"What are you doing in a daze? Keep shooting!"

Edward's voice was like a whip, and under the whip they immediately continued to shoot, and the Anglo-Saxon's heart was full of anxiety, but he had to hold back.

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(End of this chapter)