In the hinterland of Gmelin, a city on an important transportation road, the locals have turned into a mess.
Because there had been news a long time ago that the troops from the Kingdom of Wright had come over and the Gemelin frontline troops had been completely annihilated.
In fact, this is indeed the case. With the main force of the Gemelin Kingdom invading the Leyte Kingdom being annihilated, it was only a matter of time before the Leyte Kingdom's troops invaded the Gemelin Kingdom.
There are refugees everywhere, carrying luggage and dragging their families with them from the border areas. There are also some wounded soldiers and carriages of nobles who have taken refuge.
A mess of people jammed on the road, making the whole city look overcrowded and depressing.
Looking at the crowds of people on the street outside the window, as the lord of this city, the Earl of the Kingdom of Gemelin complained angrily: "Waste! They are all waste!"
Just now, he had received news that a small town 30 kilometers away from him had been occupied by troops from the Kingdom of Wright, and his place had been reduced to a frontline war zone.
An officer hurriedly walked in, stood behind the Earl, lowered his head and reported the latest situation: "Sir! The enemy is approaching! Only two of our scouts came back, and there is no news about the rest!"
They hoped to figure out the surrounding situation, but the scouts they sent out were obviously no match for the hunters from Beiling. The combat experience and weapons of both sides were not on the same level, so there was nothing surprising about their defeat.
Since most of the scouts have not returned, the surrounding situation is probably not clear. Shrouded in the fog of war, anyone will feel uneasy.
As soon as the count heard that none of his scouts had returned, he subconsciously felt that these scouts had escaped on their own rather than being eliminated by the enemy.
Because in his opinion, the possibility of so many scouts being wiped out is very slim. Most of them were scouts who lost their restraints and became deserters themselves.
In fact, what he thought was correct, a considerable part of the scouts he sent out were indeed deserters - there was no way, given the level of training in daily life, it was not surprising that deserters appeared.
This is the same as some of the Chiang Kai-shek troops during the War of Liberation. They looked large in number and had advanced weapons, but in fact their training level was low and their subjective initiative was extremely low. They did not dare to send out small groups of troops for investigation and could not mobilize in time.
The dispatch... ended up being easily defeated by the People's Liberation Army just like zombies.
So he cursed loudly, making the officer who came to report the news even more embarrassed: "They are all cowards! When the country is in trouble, it is wrong to count on these untouchables! They are all born slaves! When this matter is over, they will all
To be executed!"
"Then, sir, what should we do now?" The Liushenwuzhu officer didn't know what to do at this time, so he could only ask this question, hoping to get some tips from the person in charge.
He knew that it was not safe outside the city at this time. Those Wright troops had no idea where they were marching in. If they collided outside the city, it would basically be a dead end.
Holding the city and defending it is a more rational defensive strategy. Even if the enemy begins to attack the city and cannot defeat it, you can still negotiate terms and surrender, so as not to lose your life inexplicably.
Sure enough, the earl was still an earl, and he still had some ideas of his own at this time - at least no matter how flustered he was, he would still put on airs and pretend to give some of his own opinions.
Just listen to the earl speak to reassure the officers: "Don't panic! Let our people guard the city wall! They came from a long way, and they must not have brought many artillery. We must have an advantage in the number of artillery..."
In the count's view, the opponent had advanced nearly 200 kilometers and penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Gemelin. In this case, the artillery accompanying the troops advancing had no idea where they were left.
Artillery that could keep up with infantry was rare in this era. Even if it existed, its caliber was too small to break down the city wall.
After figuring out this joint, the Earl became more and more confident, and he felt that he was more sure of guarding the city.
But the officer standing next to him was unsure, and stammered with some uncertainty: "Yes, is that so? Your Excellency?"
"Yes! Listen to me, you are right! Hurry and make arrangements! Hurry!" The count cleared his throat, waved his hand in annoyance, and dismissed the officer.
"Yes, yes! Sir!" The officer had no choice but to bite the bullet and agreed.
He also had his own little plan. He wanted to go to the city wall first and take a look. If the situation went bad, he would open the city gate and have a good talk with the other party.
So he turned around and walked out. Before he had taken two steps, he heard a crisp explosion from the horizon in the distance.
The sound of the explosion made the earl and officers in the room shudder subconsciously. The officer shrank his neck, and when he looked at the earl, he realized that the earl also shrank his neck and looked at him.
Both of them were a little embarrassed for a moment, but the count reacted first, straightened his body, coughed, and asked in a pretentious manner: "What is the sound?"
"Huh?" The officer was startled. He didn't know what happened. After all, he was here just now and didn't leave the house.
He also remembered that the officer had not left here, and immediately scolded the earl in shame and anger: "Go and have a look! Go and have a look quickly! Look what's going on outside, it's so noisy!"
"Yes! Sir!" The officer nodded quickly, then turned around and ran out of the room. Looking at the other man's leaving figure, the earl suddenly felt that this officer was no longer reliable.
He grabbed his armed belt from the hanger and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist. Then he took several of his guards and walked towards the gate of his manor surrounded by these guards.
The noise outside became louder. It seemed that the refugees crowding on the road were in chaos. Everyone was running in a hurry. In an instant, there was a scene of chickens and dogs jumping everywhere.
Before he even walked out of the gate of the manor, he heard gunshots in the distance. These gunshots were still far away, but they made the count more and more uneasy.
"Bang!" There was another gunshot. This time the gunshot seemed to be very close. The earl subconsciously pressed his hand on the revolver on his waist with a nervous expression on his face.
At this moment, the officer who had just gone to inquire about the news ran back frantically. He pushed aside the crowd and rushed to the count's face, wailing and mourning: "My lord! My lord! It's not good! It's not good."
It’s over! The troops from the Kingdom of Wright have entered the city!”
"What? They came in? Where are the soldiers guarding the city? What do they do for food?" The Earl was shocked and asked with his eyes widened.
He also has 3,000 soldiers, and a large part of these soldiers are his private army. They are direct descendants whose training and equipment are slightly better than those of the kingdom's troops.
But even these direct descendants didn't even hold on for a day before they were attacked by Wright's army who came from afar and didn't seem to carry many heavy weapons...
For a moment, the earl, who thought that his private army was powerful in combat and that he had some talent in leading troops in war, turned pale and shook a few times, almost falling to the ground.
The officer didn't know where he had heard the news, so he pointed in the direction of the city gate and shouted loudly: "The other party's cannon opened the city gate, and our people were scattered!"
"Counterattack! Counterattack! Push back the enemies who entered the city! Push back!" The Earl finally managed to snap out of his panic and despair. He shouted angrily and prepared to lead his trusted guards towards the city. The sound of gunfire gradually intensified.
direction.
The officer was afraid of death, so naturally he wanted to run away or surrender, so he quickly tried to persuade him: "Sir, the army has been broken up! We, let's run away quickly!"
The Earl of Gemelin did have some backbone. He stared at his cowardly subordinates and shouted sternly: "Escape? Why run away! I am the city lord! I am the Earl! I am the Earl of Gemelin!
There is no option for me to escape!"
He was aroused by the chaotic scene in front of him. He desperately pulled out the S2 revolver produced by Datang Group from his waist, which gave him an extremely sense of security, and pointed the muzzle at the greedy and fearful man.
Dead officer.
The officer didn't seem to expect that the count would draw his gun and point it at him so abnormally, and he was still stunned and didn't know what to do.
"Bang!" Before the officer could beg for mercy or say anything more, the count pulled the trigger of his pistol and fired a bullet.
"Ah!" A bullet hit the officer's chest. He screamed, clutching his chest and fell on his back. He rolled down the three steps and was found dead on the spot.
The earl, who felt that he had the situation under control, waved the revolver in his hand and loudly encouraged the guards around him in front of the gate of his luxurious manor: "Everyone, listen to me! Charge with me! Follow me.
Rush out! Knock the enemy back! Anyone who rushes with me! 100 bounty coins for each person afterwards! No! 200 bounty coins!"
As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. He felt that if he offered such a high price, someone would definitely fight to the death for money.
Therefore, he was so heroic that he felt that he had sacrificed his wealth for the country: "For Gemelin!"
"For, for Gemelin!" Several guards cautiously followed the earl in shouting two slogans.
"Bang!" At this time, there was a gunshot, and several soldiers wearing M35 helmets who had rushed to the street were aiming their guns at this place.
One of the soldiers wearing a steel helmet held a wolf flag high and ran from one side of the street to the other side of the street.
All the guards of the Gemelin Kingdom panicked. This was the first time they encountered an enemy at such a close distance.
In the panic, someone finally saw the count who was lying on the ground with a bullet in his head: "Ah! Count, the count... is dead! The count is dead!"
"Run! The earl is dead!" Another guard saw the earl's body with blood on his face, and he also shouted.
"Run!" The remaining people shouted, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some dispersed like birds and beasts.
