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The crash caused by the siege engines was like the final death knell. Bocouli personally stood on the city wall, looking at the increasing number of dead and injured soldiers around him, and despair surged in his heart.
The outer city cannot be defended anymore. The soldiers on the city have suffered heavy casualties. There are only less than 100,000 soldiers left in the 300,000-strong army. Rivers of blood are flowing and corpses are everywhere.
Corpses were thrown outside the city one by one.
"Swear to the death to coexist with Gelben! Kill!" Bocouli roared. His voice had begun to become hoarse after a long period of fighting and encouragement.
Bocouli is the third-class marquis of the empire. The Bocouli family has guarded southern Xinjiang for generations and has been deeply favored by the Yale family. More importantly, Bocouli's three sons are now holding official positions in Yanjing. If he dares to open the city
Surrender, and then everyone will be executed.
Therefore, for the sake of family inheritance, he gritted his teeth and refused the surrender signal issued by the Roman army. After the siege of the city, he expressed to the people of the city that he was willing to live or die with the city.
Bogu's benevolent policies in southern Xinjiang have already won the hearts of the people. In addition, he spread rumors that Yanjing has sent the royal imperial army to support, and the people in the city gradually stabilized.
The gate of the North City was in pieces, and many cracks began to appear in the wall door sealed with plaster. The shouts outside the city spread to the sky, as if the Roman Empire's army was about to step into the city gate.
A group of soldiers galloped over on horseback from under the city wall. Their faces were covered with blood and they didn't even bother to wipe it off. After falling off their horses, they quickly climbed up the city tower. After seeing Bocouli, they turned over and knelt on the ground, shouting: "Marquis
Sir! Beicheng is in emergency! Please send troops to support us!"
When Bocouli heard his words, he suddenly felt a little dizzy. After stabilizing his body, he quickly stepped forward and helped the soldier up with his own hands. His face turned a little gray.
He almost shouted: "Aren't there still 30,000 people in Beicheng! How long has it been! Why can't we stop them!"
Hearing Bocouli's question, the soldier burst into tears and choked up: "Sir! It's so tragic! The Romans sent a silver level 5 master to rush to the city. There was no one at all.
No one can stop him! If the brothers hadn't worked so hard to consume his fighting spirit, I'm afraid Beicheng would have been lost by now!"
Bocouli was slightly depressed. He himself was only at the Silver level. Even if he went there in person, he might not be able to stop the strong man.
He was now in a dilemma. The main entrance was in pieces, and the northern city was in danger. A tear fell from his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Could it be that God wants to kill me! Is the city of Gelbun really hopeless?
…”
He had mixed feelings in his heart for a while. His family's ancestors had guarded southern Xinjiang for four generations, and Gelbun City had always been regarded as his family property. If Gelbun City was lost, he would not be able to face his ancestors even if he committed suicide.
Looking at the swarming Romans outside the city, Bocouli felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. Ten days had passed since the fall of Istanbul, and the imperial army still had not arrived.
He couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Does the imperial court not want our Lakota province? What sin do we have that the imperial court wants to abandon us?"
When the guards around him saw the sad look on Bocouli's face, they all knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Incompetent for your humble duty! Incompetent for your humble duty!"
Bocouli bit the tip of his tongue and cheered himself up a little. He must not fall down at this time, so he forced a smile on his face and said: "You are worried too much, I am not sad."
He helped everyone around him up one by one and said comfortingly: "It's just a pain for you. You have a great life, but you have to accompany me, an old man, to the end of the world."
The people around them bowed and shouted: "I am willing to die for you! I am willing to die for you!" The surrounding shouts stirred up the atmosphere on the city top. More and more people shouted, and morale suddenly rose again.
For a time, the entire city of Gelbun was filled with shouts and shouts. The Roman soldiers were shocked that they were blocked from the tidal wave of offensive.
Seeing that their offensive was blocked, the soldiers of Gelben all cheered and said: "Halloween of the Marquis! Halloween of the Marquis!" Flags were fluttering on the tower and there were crowds of people. Although it was terrible to see, it still had a soul-stirring power.
Seeing the scene above Gelben City in the distance, Sariyev couldn't help but praise: "It seems that he has returned to his former glory. This Bocouli is still a good general!"
But then he ordered: "The 15th Central Regiment presses forward and tells Kerkoli that I will only give him half an hour. If he cannot capture the city, let him come to see you!"
He leads the Fifth Central Division, and Kerkoli is his favorite general. He plans to let him achieve the first success in breaking the city. Sariev has always been willing to cultivate the new generation of young heroes.
The north wind was bleak and the drums were beating like thunder. After Kerkoli took the order, he directly led the entire regiment into the city. When Bukrich saw Sariev finally unleashing his trump card, his eyes gleamed. This broken man
He was never prepared to let go of the city's first achievement.
So he also issued an order: "Inform Krivich that within half an hour, the gates of the North City must be broken open!"
The ordering soldier immediately accepted the order and flew away. The whole army knew it. Although the two division commanders seemed to be in harmony, they were secretly competing with each other in private. However, when it came to matters involving these big shots, they could only obey orders.
The two central regiments joined the battle, and the morale that Geerben City had just gained was immediately subjected to a more violent attack. Practitioners with fighting spirit are no different from behemoths to ordinary people.
The gap that had just been blocked was immediately knocked open by the Roman army again, and bursts of fierce fireballs fell on the top of the city of Gelbun again. For a time, morale was hindered and the defense line was weakened again.
After receiving the order, Kerkoli showed almost all his skills. He unleashed a gold-level fighting spirit, flew out a long sword, and there was a bloody storm around him. It was really a posture that one man could stand against and ten thousand others could not stop.
Seeing the soldiers dying one by one who refused to retreat, Bocouli almost bit his lips to bleed. The soldiers around him still pressed forward one after another. Unfortunately, the gold-level strong men were not something they could stop.
The surrounding soldiers held on to Bocouli tightly and said with eager eyes: "Sir! I can't hold on any longer! You can die for your humble position, but you can't die, sir! The affairs of Geerben City are still waiting for you to go to Yanjing to report to your brothers.
It’s time for justice!”
Baiguli gritted his teeth tightly and said bitterly: "I won't leave! My Baigu family is full of loyal people! There are only heroic souls who are loyal to Your Majesty, and there are no cowards who live in an ignoble way!"
Hearing his words, all the guards cried and wailed. The cries echoed with the explosion of the fireball spell, and for a while, an extremely tragic scene was formed on the top of the city.
Bocouli broke free from the crowd's pull, waved his sword and shouted: "We heroes in southern Xinjiang, please join me in killing the enemy. Kill the Roman dogs. Once you have killed enough, let's go to the road to hell together!"
After he finished speaking, he ignored everyone and ran out directly with his sword in hand. Everyone ignored the tears on their faces and ran out directly with him.
Sariyev, who was looking far away, saw a flag flying by. Wherever he went, people were fearless and fearless. Although they were like a small boat in the sea, there was no feeling of overwhelming desolation.
He was sitting astride a horse, wearing a high-end battle uniform that was extremely elegant. Although the years had left traces on his face, they still could not stop the vigor on his body.
A flash of light burst out from his eyes, and he said to Machariqi who was also riding beside him: "Isn't your Holy Empire rotten to the core? How come you still have such loyal ministers?!"
Machariqi was slightly embarrassed. How could he, a rebel general, have the right to comment on such a loyal minister? Looking at the figure of Bocouli on the city wall, he felt slightly disgusted.
"This Bocouli has been favored by the Yale family for generations, and his three sons are now hostages in Yanjing, so he is willing to fight with his life to resist."
Having said this, he bent down slightly and said with a hint of a flattering smile on his face: "Although Pacouli can be brave for a moment, for the Lord's iron cavalry, it is just a mantis' arm acting as a chariot."
Sariev laughed and said nothing when he heard his flattery, but another regiment leader next to him teased: "Isn't the son of the Lord of Maca City also in Yanjing as a hostage? Why didn't you resist?
"
A trace of hatred flashed in Machariqi's eyes. The leader of the regiment was named Frissoian, and he had always looked down upon him as a traitor. But now that he was under the roof of others, he quickly put away his annoyance.
He bowed and lowered his head and said: "Captain Foley doesn't know something. I am a man who knows the current affairs. Converting to the Roman Empire is the best destination for me! I am willing to die for Marquis Sariev at any time!"
Frissouan snorted, and immediately wanted to continue sarcasm. Sariev coughed slightly, signaling him to stop talking, and Frissouan finally resisted the urge to insult Machariqi.
Sariyev smiled lightly and said: "The Lord of Maca City is a top-notch hero at the time. Moreover, if we really trace our origins, one of the subjects of this Holy Empire is not a subject of my Roman Empire."
Having said this, he solemnly said: "So Machaliqi did not rebel and surrender, he just returned to the embrace of the motherland. From now on, all generals must treat each other with courtesy!" His words were high-sounding, which made Machaliqi
Li Qi's original dissatisfaction all faded away.
At this moment, a cavalryman covered in blood suddenly rushed over. When he ran to the gate of the camp, he turned over and fell off his horse and collapsed to the ground.
The surrounding soldiers quickly helped him up, only to hear him say hoarsely: "Go and report to the Master... Reinforcements from the Holy Empire are coming... Tens of thousands of people... Go quickly..."
Several soldiers took him away, and a soldier quickly ran into the camp to report the news. After Sariev heard the news, he held the horse's rein a little tighter, and everyone around him changed slightly.
Machariqi was the most unbearable, and almost fell off his horse when his body went limp, but fortunately, Sariev beside him saw him, gently supported his body and stabilized him, and said with a faint smile: "No need to panic.
"
Then he paused slightly, glanced at the people around him and said: "I just wanted to experience the power of the Holy Empire's Forbidden Army, but I didn't expect that they were impatient and came to the door so quickly." After finishing speaking, he chuckled twice, like the wind.
The light clouds are so light that I don't really care.
When the surrounding soldiers saw his appearance, they all laughed loudly and said, "I would like to learn from you, sir!" The whole atmosphere suddenly became more relaxed, and then they all took orders and prepared to return to their camps to prepare their troops.
Under the setting sun, the rumble of horse hooves suddenly resounded throughout the land. Thousands of horses were galloping in a row on the horizon. The murderous atmosphere spread throughout the battlefield. A vermilion flag was opened, and the golden flag was solemnly embroidered on it.