Rose Empire

Andre yelled at Wolfe to let Mary go, otherwise he would never go back with Wolfe.

Without much thought, Wolfe asked the knights to tie up the two men and bring them back together.

After hearing these words, Count Philips' face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He took a deep breath and then said, "We'll talk about other things later. Let's finish the wedding first."

Jose Melefield nodded and promised: "I will take care of Mary and the unborn illegitimate child."

After being delayed for several hours, the wedding of the Duke's heir finally began.

However, it was totally different from the romantic and sweet wedding in Monica's dream. Although the wedding at the riverside castle was still luxurious and high-profile, the atmosphere was extremely dull and tense. The Duke, his father, his mother, and his husband Andre, none of them had a smile on their faces.

Walking on the red carpet, being looked at by the nobles around her in various ways, Monica did not feel any blessing or envy from them. At this moment, she just felt like she was walking in a bush of thorns.

She didn't understand why the wedding she had been looking forward to since she was a child turned out like this?

Sokya Peninsula, Dorrucocha city-state.

The news of Little Sasini's dispatch of troops had been delivered to Charlotte through the messengers of ravens and giant eagles. However, Charlotte was not too nervous. Before the troops were dispatched, she had instructed Pacino Melefield to hold his ground.

Charlotte believed that as long as Pacino did not leave the city, with the help of three hundred Orlan knights, more than one hundred wolf warriors, and a griffin, they could completely defend against the attack of Little Sasini.

In Dorukocha, Charlotte was carrying out the "vote to punish" operation while she had people recruit laborers and carriages in the city to pack up the valuables in the Dorukocha public treasury and transport them back to the Viscount Lanwan. When recruiting laborers, she required that families without young children must be selected and the whole family must be taken away at once.

Compared to the public treasury of Ambratu, the public treasury of Dorucocha has a lot more money. Charlotte has not had time to count the exact amount, but she will pack it up and take it away. In addition, Charlotte also found a large amount of cloth, food, and medicinal materials...

Of course, there are also some useless things, such as large amounts of alcohol and weapons.

After seeing the huge warehouse full of alcohol, Charlotte couldn't help but complain: Only a city-state like Dorukocha, where mercenaries are its pillar industry, would store alcohol as strategic materials.

Although there are taverns in Charlotte's territory, they can't handle so much alcohol.

The same goes for weapons. Charlotte seized too many weapons in Ambulatu, enough for her to expand her army by another five or six thousand. It would be a waste of manpower and resources to transport so many weapons back.

So Charlotte asked Ryan Nasazzi to burn all these things.

The knights and attendant knights of Viscount Lanwan rested in Dorukocha for nearly three days before the scouts sent out from the front line sent back information using ravens - Bataan had sent out troops.

"It's so slow." Charlotte couldn't help muttering as she looked at the letter in her hand.

"In fact, it was very fast." Robin Mancini said a fair word for the Bataan people, "The enemy should have sent troops as soon as they received the news of our surprise attack on Dorucocha."

"Forget it, no matter how fast or slow they are," Charlotte crumpled the note into a ball, looked at the knights behind her, and said, "After resting for such a long time, everyone should be full of energy, right? Then let's entertain these guests with the banquet we have prepared for a long time in the banquet hall called Dorukocha!"

"Your will!" the knights answered in unison.

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Volume 122: Chapter 110 Chapter Battle of Northern Sokya (VI)

The sea breeze was blowing and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Giovanni Draghi stood at the bow of the boat and looked out at the approaching shore.

Although he was known as a veteran of Bataan, Giovanni did not like war in his heart. He had a dream since he was a child, which was to become a playwright. Even now, he would write a few plays in his spare time. However, he had a good extraordinary talent and awakened at the first time he received the spiritual awakening ceremony, so he was summoned to the battlefield early.

It wasn't all nonsense when Alvaro said "the Bataan people can't fight."

Giovanni went to the battlefield when he was a teenager and fought for more than 20 years. He made some minor contributions but did not make any major mistakes. He earned the title of a veteran general in Bataan based on his seniority. If Giovanni were asked to evaluate himself, he would only dare to give himself an evaluation of "not bad" at most.

However, such a person is already the most capable general in Bataan. One can imagine the quality of other Bataan generals.

Balotelli came behind his son-in-law and said, "The weather is not very good today. Let's land as soon as possible to avoid strong winds at sea."

"This..." Giovanni hesitated. His original intention was to drift outside the coastline of Torrucocha for two days, waiting for the arrival of the citizen militia of the Camera city-state, and then the two armies would reunite and land together.

In this way, their entire army would have as many as eight or nine thousand people, including two thousand seven hundred extraordinary people. Giovanni felt that fighting in this way was safe enough.

But Balotelli persuaded them: "We don't have to attack the city immediately after landing. We can just camp outside the city. We have a large number of poisonous scorpion crossbows and evil oil. If Viscount Lanwan's griffin knights dare to attack us, they will only suffer a great loss."

"Ok."

Giovanni knew that Balotelli was worried about his city-state and family, but he couldn't resist his father-in-law's repeated persuasion and nodded and ordered the landing.

During the landing process, the Bataan army did not encounter the "mid-crossing attack" that Giovanni was most worried about. The entire army landed smoothly, organized the troops in an orderly manner, and pushed the heavy crossbows towards Dorucocha.

However, when the Bataan army arrived at the city of Dorucocha trembling with fear, what they saw was an open city gate, empty city walls, and people coming in and out.

Giovanni and Balotelli were both very confused. Logically speaking, their fleet had been lingering on the sea for most of the day before landing, so the Oran people should not have been unaware of it. Why did they seem to be completely unprepared?

Giovanni ordered his men to capture a man leaving the city for interrogation.

"Who are you? How can you leave the city at will?" Giovanni asked sternly.

The man knelt down and replied in panic: "I, I am a free man of Dorucocha. I, I didn't know I couldn't leave the city! Please forgive me, General!"

Giovanni frowned and asked again: "I'm asking how you got out of the city!"

"I walked out of the city..." the man answered honestly.

Giovanni raised his whip and was about to strike.

Balotelli could not bear it any longer and quickly stood up and said, "I am Elder Dorucocha. Balotelli, tell me honestly, what is going on in the city? Why are the gates open? There is no one guarding the city walls? Where are the Oran people? What are they doing?"

“Elder Balotelli?” The man’s eyes suddenly turned red. “We are so miserable. Why did you come back just now? Those robbers from the Oran Empire have already left…”

"Gone?" said Giovanni in surprise.

"Yes, they left last night, riding on their evil griffins," the man said, "and before they left, they not only robbed all the money in the public treasury, but also killed and burned everywhere, and even burned our houses..."

Giovanni ordered his men to capture some civilians who were leaving the city, among whom was a citizen who could recognize Balotelli at a glance. From their mouths, Giovanni and Balotelli got similar answers - the army of Viscount Lanwan had retreated, and now Dorucocha was an empty city with no one defending it.

"Why don't we go into the city?" Balotelli suggested.

Giovanni felt something was wrong, so he sent four hundred citizen soldiers into the city to investigate and control the four city gates.

The citizen militiamen entered the city for a long time and then came out to report that everything was normal in the city and no enemy troops were found.

Giovanni then ordered the army to enter the city in three waves, with himself entering the last wave.

Although Balotelli was in a hurry, he still followed Giovanni into the city at the end.

After entering the city, Balotelli saw congealed blood, collapsed city walls, bodies that had not yet been collected, and houses that were still emitting wisps of smoke...

It is said that Viscount Lanwan's army set fires everywhere before leaving. Although the residents of Dorucocha spontaneously organized themselves after they left and tried their best to put out the fire, many houses were still burned down, leaving many people homeless and living on the streets.

However, most of the places affected by the fire were the residences of free people and even slaves. Balotelli was too lazy to care about it. He hurried back to his home, but found that his wife, children and relatives were not at home.

Balotelli grabbed a servant and anxiously asked where all his family members had gone.

The servant stammered, "The Council of Elders."

Balotelli hurried to the Presbyterian Church again.

The easily defensible Senate House in Dorucocha was the last refuge for the city-state elders and their families, so that these nobles could hide inside and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

However, when Balotelli saw that the originally off-white marble building had turned into an almost melted charred black color, he felt disappointed.

Entering the Elders' Council, Balotelli saw corpses after corpses with miserable deaths. Their postures were twisted and their faces were hideous. Some of them were strangling their necks with both hands, as if they were going to rip their throats open. Some of them had dark red skin and felt crispy, as if they had been suffocated. The pungent smell of burning evil oil and the aroma of grease left after high temperature roasting mixed together and were locked in this relatively closed building, creating an extremely disgusting smell.

"Melissa! Jim!"

Suddenly, Balotelli pounced on three of the bodies.

Giovanni, who was following behind Balotelli, recognized that they were his mother-in-law, brother-in-law, and father-in-law's mother.

As soon as Balotelli's hand touched his wife, the skin on the corpse fell off. Balotelli quickly raised his hands, not knowing where to put them. He knelt on the ground and crawled on his knees from his wife to his son, and from his son to his mother, whimpering in his throat like an old dog who had lost his home.

Giovanni sighed inwardly, he had a pretty good relationship with his father-in-law's family, especially his brother-in-law, whom he even watched grow up. But right now, he didn't know how to comfort his father-in-law.

At this time, Giovanni's adjutant came to ask what arrangements should be made for the army.

This lieutenant had been with Giovanni for a long time, and Giovanni trusted him very much, so he replied casually: "You go and make arrangements, find a place for everyone to rest."

The adjutant took the order and found a citizen of Dorukocha to ask where he could station troops.

The citizen took the adjutant to the military camp in the city of Dorucocha. The camp was quite large and the houses were not badly damaged, so the adjutant accommodated all the Bataan troops in the camp for the night.

At night, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.

On the relatively clean main road, the residents of Dorukocha who had lost their homes crowded on the roadside, suffering and praying that the rainy night would pass quickly. Among them, a figure wrapped in a torn cotton coat who had been huddled in the corner of the street for who knows how long stood up, bent over, and quickly slipped into an even darker and damper alley.

There were also a few figures huddled deep in the alley, and they also looked like displaced refugees.

"Your Excellency, the enemy forces that have arrived are much smaller than we expected. It seems that there is only a group of people from the Bataan city-state." The person who just came in spoke. It was the voice of Adams Bell.

"It doesn't matter if it's as little as possible," a figure wrapped in a linen sheet, huddled in the mud at the end of the alley, raised her head. It was Charlotte. "We'll take action when the people on the street go to sleep."

"Yes," Adams replied.

It seemed that Yige heard the prayers of the Dorukocha people. The drizzle gradually stopped in the second half of the night, and the exhausted people on the streets gradually fell asleep.

An inconspicuous torch was suddenly raised on the roof of the tavern opposite the Dorukocha Elders' House.

Then torches lit up one after another in the city, and they were like arrows, pointing all the way to the location where the main force of the Bataan Army was stationed.

In the darkness, one figure after another stood up. They were wearing clothes similar to those of the free people or even slaves of Dorukocha, but they pulled out sharp blades from their arms or around them.

They were all Orlan knights who had taken off their iron-can-like armor.

Following the guidance of the torches, the knights gathered silently towards Dorukocha's camp.

A second torch was erected on the roof of the tavern.

Balls of fire flew up one after another, then drew curves and flew towards the military camp.

The Orlan knights who had gathered outside the military camp immediately took action. The military camp had no brick walls, only wooden fences. The knights shouted loudly and exerted force at the same time, pushing down the fence and rushing into the military camp.

The Badan soldier on guard was distracted by the fireball and was hacked to death before he could see who had broken into the camp.

Except for the soldiers on duty, most of the Bataan citizen soldiers had already gone to bed. When they were woken up in a daze, the barracks were already in chaos.

There were flames everywhere, shouts and cries, wailing everywhere, and the sound of weapons clashing everywhere.

"In the end what happened?"

The citizen militiamen asked each other, but no one could figure out what was going on.

Soon, the front camp collapsed in the surprise attack in the dark, and the fleeing people swept into the barracks in the rear. The blood on their bodies and the terrified expressions on their faces quickly spread panic and chaos like a plague.

They gave up the armor they were half-putting on, dropped the weapons that were in the way, turned around and followed the crowd to escape.

"General! General!"

Giovanni, who had just comforted his father-in-law and fell asleep, was woken up by his adjutant.

"What's wrong?" Giovanni asked sleepily.

"General, someone attacked our military camp!"

The adjutant said anxiously.

"A surprise attack? The Oran people? How many troops does the enemy have?"

Giovanni suddenly came to his senses.

"I don't know. The citizen militiamen who fled said there were 100,000 of them!" the adjutant replied.

"Bullshit! Even if we count the dogs led by Viscount Lanwan, the number still can't reach one hundred thousand!" Giovanni shouted angrily.

"General, now is not the time to talk about this, let's run away!" The adjutant was almost crying.

Giovanni only had time to put on his boots before he was carried out of the temporarily requisitioned house by his adjutant and guards.

On the street, a fleeing Bataan citizen soldier saw someone blocking his way, screamed in despair and swung his sword to chop at him. It was not until he was kicked away by Giovanni's guard that he realized it was one of his own.

"General, a million Oran people are coming!" the citizen soldier stood up and shouted in panic.

Giovanni finally understood what his adjutant meant. Blowing up the camp was like bursting a dam. Once it started, it could not be stopped by human power, even if he was a general.

It doesn't matter how many enemies there are. The beast called "Panic" alone is enough to destroy his army.

Adams had a rare experience of Celine's feeling of being invincible, fighting ten alone. With just a sword, he could chase and fight ten, twenty, or even a hundred Bataan citizen militiamen.

At first, there were occasional extraordinary people who fought with Adams, but they just wanted to repel Adams temporarily and then find a chance to escape.

When panic spread completely, even the extraordinary people gave up resistance. They knew that if they stopped to resist, their comrades would flee without hesitation, leaving them behind as a tool to delay time.

Adams encountered a second-wing extraordinary citizen soldier who dropped his dagger and tried to escape. As a result, Adams stabbed him in the exposed lower back with a sword. When the citizen soldier had to resist and showed the strength of the second wing, he was already seriously injured.

Just like that, Adams killed a two-winged warlock, and the process was so simple that it was unimaginable.

The battle turned into a one-sided massacre, a race between the pursuers and the fleeing ones.

"Giovanni, what happened?"

Giovanni was lucky enough to meet his father-in-law while escaping.