Black Scepter Chapter 153: The light of dawn (7)

() On the walls of Murenthal, the Jihad’s offensive seems to have finally achieved results.

Because there is no cover of Hydera and Sphinx, and the magical support given to the Jihad by countless magicians, at least two hundred people in the siege team of the sacred Gabriel Empire have stood in the city head He stabilized his heels and started a melee fight with the Byzantine soldiers!

Giovanni sat in the Chinese military camp a few kilometers away. Although it was dark, he saw the brightly-lit city walls clearly. After that team of soldiers gradually gained an advantage at the head of the city, His Majesty the Pope, who had always clenched his fists, found that his palms were all sweat...

Go on, go on... this war can’t be lost, the Holy See can’t, I...can’t.

If there is a guy in history who has only been a pope for three months and has lost all of the Holy See, then the words "A decadent smell" must be unavoidable. This is the result that no ambitionist wants to see. Giovanni is the same.

The news of the defeat of 200,000 troops has not yet reached here. Giovanni knew that this kind of news could never be made known to the current army, so he blocked all channels in the Vatican that could deliver news, and prevented all leaks. The possibility... Otherwise, under the chaos of the army, the "Jihad Army" may have no more fighting spirit.

Looking around, his "Papal Guard" never spoke much, and the ten "Executioners" did not have to doubt loyalty... As for the old stuff of the Cardinals... The Pope’s Hall has been personally taken by him. The magic blockade, now even a fly inside do not want to fly out.

I was just settled for a while, and the scouts running from the back stumbled towards the Chinese army, and the sound of the horseshoes was so fast that Giovanni, who was always vigilant, stood up suddenly-he looked back at the rear of the big troops in the night light The flickering stars and dots of light did not see the dazzling light of the imaginary mage's attack, and did not hear the excessive horseshoe or footsteps in the distance.

Concentrating for a moment, Giovanni felt like he was under pressure because of some stress, and he felt a little irritable in his heart and got up and asked, "What happened?"

The scout couldn’t directly meet the pope, and the information he relayed immediately attracted the attention of several bishops, and then the bishop Stewart in the robe ran over to report to Giovanni... Immediately, his first sentence Let this young pope froze...

"The Pope... Someone in the logistics forces suddenly spread rumors that the other three fronts of the mainland were defeated overnight. They also said that the enemy was unstoppable, and there were ghosts like gods helping each other... The warlord was trying to contain this situation. Compared with such naive rumors, no one believes, the situation can certainly be effectively controlled—"

He looked up at His Majesty the Pope, but found that the face was pale and took a few steps back, with his mouth open, he could not even speak...

Bishop Stewart felt awkward and immediately understood what was happening. He didn’t take it seriously when he first heard the news...people with normal brains wouldn’t believe that the Holy See army overwhelmed several countries that had been crushed before, but seeing the reaction of His Majesty the Pope, Stewart immediately believed. Halfway...

"...these are all rumors, immediately tell me my confession-the chaos of the army, all unclean people who have been occupied by demons in their bodies and consciousness..." Giovanni suddenly showed a ruth in his eyes It was an aggressive atmosphere that Bishop Stewart breathed. "If these contaminated suffering people do not know how to repent, then let the Warlord...'purify' them!"

This is perhaps the most murderous "Holy Oracle" of all popes ever.

Stewart led his life and turned away, only to feel that his legs didn’t seem to be his own. Looking at the barracks and a team of soldiers that seemed to be stable in front of him, he tried to digest the news he had just got in his heart, and his expression was as much as possible. Calm, but in my mind, I have begun to understand...

This battle is no longer going in the predetermined direction.

Just before he passed the "Holy Oracle" to the rear army through the scout, Bishop Stewart and the pope who frowned closely in the distance would never have thought... that the entire rear barracks where the storm was brewing, lurked more than Three hundred blood members.

Mehkel was wearing standard jihadist armor standing in the array, looking helplessly at the dark sky in the distance. The wry smile at the corner of his mouth has not faded, but no one noticed his expression in the dark, only when he It is an ordinary soldier.

Want to hide from the 200,000 army, it is a breeze for the blood clan chased by the Holy Gabriel Empire for so many years. Mehkel talked and laughed with a few "comrades" who had just met, talking about his manners as a new recruit full of anticipation and waiting to purify the "heretics". He kept his mouth closed and did not leave "His Majesty the Pope", looking forward from time to time, as if It looks like the Pope will come here to console him at any time.

"The Holy Light is on, if you are still so excited on the battlefield."

A passing soldier couldn’t stand the noise of Mehkel, he sighed, but then he noticed that there was a loud noise in front of him, and hurried over to check the situation, but the uniformed warlord was grabbing with indignation. With a few soldiers, they said:

"...there is nothing here to talk nonsense, don't you know the consequences of that?"

"Not what I said! Not what I said!"

"That's what he told me... 200,000 troops are broken, fools believe it! You are a **** who sells souls to demons, do you want to frame me?"

"Enough is enough!"

The warlord grabbed a few soldiers who were constantly explaining, and said sternly: "Whoever has the most nonsense, I have the right to deal with the military law! Do you understand? You--tell me who said these words first. ?"

"I don’t know, I don’t know... I only heard that voice saying, ‘if not, why did His Majesty the Pope sit in the Chinese army? Isn’t anyone in the Vatican available?’

The warlords and soldiers in the debate were stunned by this sentence, and the silence began to spread with a chill. The warlords who had originally sternly reprimanded the soldiers appeared hesitant. This silence began to affect the soldiers in the distance, and the quarrel turned into a buzzing whisper, such as the devil's whisper.

Immediately... The discussion began to spread rapidly like a plague throughout the rear troops...

And when the warlords came back to God, everything was too late.

Mehkel looked at the innocent sibling, nodded with satisfaction, and disappeared into the crowd.

Bishop Stewart’s order came a step late, and when the warlords received the Pope’s "Holy Oracle", the whole situation had begun to gradually break away from their control.

Although there are thousands of warlords in the rear barracks, their loyalty to the pope is not as good as the "pope's guard". No one is brainless, and the soldiers are not stupid. Now when the excitement of the pope’s presence gradually recedes, someone suddenly disseminates the news, even if they say 10,000 “impossible” in their minds, they will always remember What about the "probable" probability...

In case...What if this rumor is true?

The warlords found that their hearts were gradually flustered, and the soldiers in front of them had some uneasiness and doubts in their eyes. Although the situation was quickly suppressed, the news was like a thorn. It stuck in the hearts of the soldiers, and it was difficult to remove.

More than two hours after the time passed, the rumors of "the crusader of the jihadi army last night" spread throughout almost the entire rear army. If you see that the jihadi army in the front wall is occupying an absolute advantage, I am afraid there will be soldiers questioning the chief Behavior happened...

At this point, the rear of the jihadists remained calm and restrained, and it looked as usual.

At midnight, the siege has entered a fierce phase, and there are more and more jihadists on the walls of Mullental-in the previous battles, the two sides sawed each other on the wall, and Byzantine lost the wall several times. Went back several times, and now blood was spilled over the paved road, thousands of corpses lay on it, but the soldiers shouted louder and louder.

The holy light constantly illuminates the soldiers on the city wall. Occasionally, a few magic drops fall, bringing a piece of arm debris and screams, but after all, this chaotic situation cannot be changed. Until now, the jihadist army in front was full of fighting because of the arrival of the pope, but Byzantine was gradually depressed because of the delayed arrival of the reinforcements. Under this situation, the wall was finally unable to support and was completely captured by the jihadist... /

The subsequent offensive no longer requires the command of Giovanni-after the city was broken, the team entered in order, the rear army guarded the big camp, the Chinese army slowly followed up, and scouted to continue the radiation investigation. Such a rule can basically be achieved by a commander who knows a little about the strategy, and the elite Jihad in Giovanni is no exception. He was very suffocated at the moment. After all, the victory he was about to win was the only chance for the Jihad to regain morale. He must not miss it!

For the offensive and defensive sides of this era, once the city walls are occupied, or the city gates are broken, it basically means the fall of the city-Mullentar is not a large fortress, and the second wall inside is not Tall, so at this time, the soldiers of Byzantine basically lost their fighting spirit, and when they retreated to the inner city wall, most of them did not have much fighting intention...

"Win."

Giovani breathed a sigh of relief. The imaginary enemy did not come out to make trouble, and the pope finally let go of his suspended heart. After the city was won with no fear, the Holy See would have enough breathing opportunities. It may not be realistic to re-sweep the mainland at this time, but it is an extremely feasible plan to replace the rich land of Byzantine!

Thinking about the next countermeasures in his heart, the scout who hurriedly came from the rear reported a message that made him frown sharply-"Blood clan's large-scale attack, almost nested out and attacked Isingale!"

At this time, what kind of excitement do the blood races come together? After Giovanni reached the pope's throne, his attitude towards the blood tribe was very determined, and it was an attitude of not leaving the road behind and annihilating it. There were thousands of vampires who were executed daily by the sacred Gabriel empire in the past. , But all of them were suppressed by **** means. It is a bit of a coincidence now that there is a rebound at this time...

Giovani’s pale face changed slightly. He never believed in any coincidence. As long as the battle did not end, he would not really consider himself a winner. He asked a few more words, and the pope learned that these blood races turned out to be There are nearly a hundred Earl-class blood races that are powerful and capable of flying. They attacked from the air and opened the city gate. Isengel’s defenders were attacked before they could react...

Before listening to this news, the scouts that came later brought the news that shocked him again-all the food of Isinger was burned by the blood race!

"How is it possible!"

This is the only problem that echoes in Giovanni’s mind—Isingl, as the largest and most recent granary supporting this jihadist army, has always been known as a "solid soup". How can it be said Burned?

Then, the third batch of scouts came to let him finally understand the reason...

William? Kleinman, the dark monarch in the history book, led nearly all the remaining blood races on the continent to launch an attack on Isengal. The terrible strength of the "king" level blood race is completely cleared by the autumn wind. Resistance, finally succeeded.

The army’s food supply chain is broken, and the impact on the soldiers is extremely serious, but because there is still a pillar in the Vatican, the army of 200,000 people will not immediately collapse because of this news, but it will let everyone His heart was once again covered with a shadow, and Giovanni felt that a large net was slowly covering his head...

Anxious emotions enveloped Giovanni once again. He turned his head violently, but found that in the shadows a few kilometers away, the middle of the barracks inexplicably ignited a huge fire-this time, even dare not dare Stewart, the multi-speaking bishop, changed his mind.

Giovani made a decisive decision and said: "Go and find out the situation immediately! If there are mutineers and those who are making trouble, kill!"

The pope, who is as merciless as a cold-blooded general on the battlefield, is calm on the surface, but anxious in his heart-where did the fire burn? It’s okay if it’s a camp account, if it’s a burden... When he thinks of the good things the blood tribes have just done, he immediately illuminates his mind, and he thinks of the most reasonable explanation: Morpheus is to prepare for the bottom of the salary, and use the clever way to disintegrate the military. Win!

The news quickly returned. Unexpectedly, a large amount of the bulk of the barracks was burned.

Because the fire could not be stopped at all, the sergeants in the rear could not put out the fire at all. The soldiers who fled and fled began to appear in a small range of chaos. The warlords who received the pope’s order to squash were useless and directly killed nearly a hundred people. Rebelled and killed several warlords!

Obviously, Mehkel is leading the blood subordinates to expand the chaos...

Giovani’s pupils contracted suddenly, and he didn’t expect that just a few news and a fire would make this previously strong morale army difficult to care about-looking up at the already looking up After completely conquering the city walls and opening the city gate, the pope thought for a moment, and finally made a ruthless decision: "The order, the former army crushed the city, and the Chinese reserve team discarded all the weight and useless armor and occupied Mullentar at the fastest speed. ！The reserve team close to the Chinese army gathers as much as possible, and the warlord troops suppress the rear at all costs!"

"Everything in Mullental... assigned by the soldiers!"

At this time, the team can't go back to fight the fire~IndoMTL.com~ If all kinds of news spread among the Chinese and forward soldiers, the consequences are completely unimaginable. Giovanni understands that he must keep the whole army at the same time, otherwise the loss of control of the 200,000 team is definitely a huge disaster!

The two evils choose the lesser, and the pope has made the path that any commander will choose.

Therefore, in the blazing fire under the night, the number of soldiers who flooded into Murenthal surged, and the gates were opened one by one, and the morale became stronger.

The random scene made Giovanni frown—the dark team gradually huddled together and gradually lost their original formation. The stepping on each other could not be stopped. With the encouragement of allowing the plundering of the city’s property as a reward, they began to ignore the severity of the burning fire behind them and just wanted to rush into the inner city and completely occupy the city.

Humans in wars often have no bottom line. Even if they advertise "Jihad", their inner greed will be exposed at this time.

It’s just that this large number of "Jihads" don’t know that Mulenthal in front of him, just like a giant dormant in the dark, is slowly opening his mouth...