"Holy Mother! Help me down, bastard, my shoulders, damn it! Damn it!"
A nobleman was carried down by his retinue, and the commander of the Rostov battalion looked at the entire arm that had been chopped off.
The bloody wound was still spurting blood, adding some fresh material to the ground that already had countless layers of blood.
Dill sat next to the wall and panted. He knew that this man was dead, and lifting him down would only add another body to the underground morgue, which was famously known as the place where wounded soldiers were placed.
Normally, he would have said a few words of pity and pity for others, or even complained a few words about the prince who threw them into this meat grinder, but now he doesn't want to say a word and has no energy at all.
Dill's chainmail was already broken in several places, but he was not in the mood to care about it. He had to seize the time to rest, and he would have to continue fighting in a short time. The blacksmith stationed at the monastery before simply sewed iron pieces into the cracks.
But it's enough.
The soldiers of the Rostov Battalion rested in embarrassment in the place where the monks once prayed. The sky was above their heads 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 fortunate thing in this war hell. They can come down to rest even if they can't bear it any longer.
The battle at St. George's Monastery was so fierce that in just these two hours, one-third of the Rostov Battalion was lost.
As for the previous defenders, it was even worse, half of them were gone.
But they still persisted. They are the elite of Moscow, and their interests are highly bound to the princes of Moscow. More importantly, after the defeat, they will definitely be killed by the opponent. After such a fierce battle, no one will be merciful to the enemy.
Dill's ears were still filled with fighting and shouting, as well as the sound of swords hitting the wall. He knew that there were people behind the wall fighting to the death, just like he did just now.
The term "mountain of corpses and sea of blood" is so apt in St. George's Monastery. The elites of the North and South armies fought to the death here, and the corpses were really piled up layer after layer.
The two sides were now fighting on a road covered with corpses, and as for the blood, it had 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. They all take the lead and take the lead in the fight.
Of course, broken people exist, but they are often quickly gathered together and thrown into a bloody battlefield like a meat grinder again.
"Dil! Let your Rostov battalion come up. The Southern Army has invested a group of fresh troops! We are going to be unable to withstand it! We need your people!"
This sound made Dill, who was paralyzed by the wall, stand up as if it was a conditioned reaction, and the same happened to his soldiers.
The man who just a moment ago was lying on the ground with a tired look on his face now picked up his weapon in embarrassment and continued to prepare for battle regardless of the fatigue that came like a wave.
Although the fighting was very tiring and brutal, everyone knew that if we couldn't defend this place, everyone would die!
"Everyone follow me!"
Dill was holding a mace. Originally, he didn't like this kind of weapon before, but in such a fierce battle, he found that this thing was reliable.
Dill happened to see some soldiers smashing their swords and hand axes against the shields of the enemy infantry with their last breath before dying, and he immediately jumped into the battle formation.
Three Russian soldiers rushed towards Dill, and he flattened one of the Russian soldiers' helmet with a hammer, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere on the spot.
The Rostov soldiers followed closely behind them and rushed into the melee, protecting one side of the Moscow battalion's gun formation. The fierce sound of fighting reached another peak.
"Shoot over there!"
Following the shouts from the tower, a burst of crossbow arrows 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 heavy infantry could enter the battle, they collapsed due to heavy casualties.
This is exactly why the Confederate Army wanted to capture this tower. This tall tower overlooked the entire battlefield and could attack the Confederate Army at any time. Many Confederate Army soldiers were suddenly shot to pieces by crossbow arrows while they were still fighting.
However, Edward's expression did not improve in any way. He was still very serious, because even if he had planned to attack this group of enemy troops, there were still more troops from the Confederate Army coming in a steady stream.
The place where Edward is located is within the high tower of the monastery. This high tower is different from ordinary monastery towers. It is a large square tower.
In this respect, the original purpose of this tower's existence was for military purposes.
The interior space is very open, not as narrow as ordinary towers. Now these open spaces are filled with crossbow arrows, which are ammunition that have been transported in advance.
Edward was observing the battle in the center of the tower and grasping the surrounding battle situation.
There is no blood on Edward's body because he did not go to the front line to fight. He must always stand in the tower to observe the situation in order to control the strength of the troops and the projection of crossbow arrows.
Looking from all directions of the tower, one can see countless fightings. Countless huge military formations are fighting each other, as if there is no end in sight. Whenever he looks at this scene, Edward's heart beats with blood, because he is in the legendary place.
In the battlefield.
It is actually dangerous to stand here. In addition, the siege equipment from the Confederate army positions. Although the siege equipment of the Northern and Southern armies are firing at each other, there are still trebuchets or ballistae firing on the battlefield from time to time.
Although friendly forces were accidentally injured many times, if they could be concentrated, the casualties would be considerable, and the monastery tower was undoubtedly the key target.
In fact, one corner of this square tower had been smashed, and wooden boards were repaired later as a temporary barrier.
But Edward still didn't leave, and still stood there firmly, observing the battle.
"Huh, Lord Edward, I'm here, where can I go?"
Following the sound, Edward saw a big man wearing black chainmail, his helmet being held in his arms, and that face was a face he was familiar with, a face that had great influence in Moscow and Novgorod.
affected face.
"Lord Gevalan, I didn't expect it to be you."
Edward was overjoyed to see a familiar face. There is nothing more exciting than seeing close and reliable comrades in such a fierce situation.
"I brought the scum of the Gulag. Although they are bad, at least they can be regarded as qualified heavy infantry under my training. Come on, Lord Edward, tell us where to go. Don't be afraid. Where is the safest place?"
Let us go wherever the violence takes us, this is what these scum exist for."
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 had not been to the battlefield for a long time, but when he was among the army, he felt that his war cells were awakened.
"Well, in that case..."
Edward was only halfway through what he said when he was interrupted, because suddenly there was a loud cheer outside the tower, and underneath the cheer were all kinds of horrified shouts.
The two men immediately came to the tower and pushed away the stationed crossbowmen. Then they saw a human head on a spear, and the Confederate army was cheering at the head.
"If I read it correctly, that's not..."
Edward couldn't believe his eyes, because he was really shocked, but this thing was just there, and he couldn't recognize it no matter what.
"That's right, that's Anwar's head. Sir Edward, you don't need to assign a mission. I will immediately block the rear to prevent the Confederate army from rushing in. Damn it, how could such a thing happen?"
Gevalan, who was experienced in war, realized what would happen next almost immediately, and immediately led his subordinates down in a hurry.
He knew very well what would happen next. At least he wanted to keep St. George's Monastery from causing trouble.
In the tower, the crossbowmen stopped shooting. They looked at Edward blankly, waiting for his order.
"What are you doing standing still? Keep shooting!"
Edward's voice was like a whip, and they immediately continued shooting under the whip. The Anglo-Saxon's heart was full of anxiety, but he had to hold back.