My British Empire

Seeing that the French army kept shooting and killing their own soldiers who threw stones, Earl Wellington felt that this was not an option. If the French army continued like this, the city gate would soon be breached, and his task of defending for five days would fail.

"You, and the rest of you, throw that big rock down!"

The count looked at the blood-stained boulder on the city wall, called a few soldiers with frightened faces, and commanded.

When the other soldiers saw Earl Wellington's command, they also thought of something, and quickly partnered with several people to move the stones thrown by the French trebuchet.

The three of them struggled to lift the boulder, blushed and screamed, and walked slowly towards the city wall. A soldier looked at the wooden shield under the city wall and seemed to be aiming.

Immediately, the three of them joined forces and threw them down together. The entire boulder weighed hundreds of pounds and fell from a height of thirty feet onto the huge wooden shield.

"哗啦——" After a loud noise, the entire shield was scattered in two, and the boulder directly crushed the French archers and crossbowmen hiding under the shield with the impact.

Human brains, red blood, various severed limbs, and longbows and crossbows mixed into a disgusting picture of war.

The British army on the wall immediately rejoiced, so the boulder sent up by the French was sent back by the English.

In less than a while, almost all the French troops protecting the crashing car were wiped out, and then it was the turn of the crashing car.

Seeing that his own collision car was in danger, Major Dio quickly sent someone to support it. This is a siege equipment brought from France, which is rare in the British Isles.

However, how could the Earl of Wellington give him a chance.

Dozens of soldiers were seen carrying small wine barrels one by one, lifted the lids of the barrels, and dozens of wooden barrels fell towards the crashing car at the same time.

Dozens of streams of white liquid passed through the air, reflecting the different colors of the sun, and fell from a height of thirty feet onto the huge crash vehicle, drenching the wooden siege weapon and the tragic death of the French army. .

Earl Wellington threw a torch down, and the soldiers behind him followed suit. Dozens of torches ignited the crash vehicle and the corpses of the French army.

In an instant, the flames grew louder, and the earl smelled the smell of burning spirits. After a while, a smell of cooked meat also entered the earl's nose.

The French army who had just walked not far hesitated for a while, looked at the burnt city gate ahead, and then slowly retreated back.

Dio glanced at the burning crash car and couldn't help sighing. He knew that he could only rely on human life to pay for it now.

In the next few days, under the command of Dio, Swiss mercenaries and Scottish highland warriors climbed and attacked Huntington City regardless of casualties, and trebuchets were fired continuously when there were enough stones.

Five days later, the entire Huntington City Wall was crumbling from the bombardment of trebuchets, and after continuous shooting, seven trebuchets were also damaged.

Holding the binoculars, Major Dio carefully looked at Huntington City, which was full of potholes and holes, and felt an unspeakable sense of excitement in his heart.

This will be the place where he will become famous, and it will also be the place where he will become famous in Europa.

"Your Excellency, Major! Our cavalry came to report that we found reinforcements suspected to be from England two miles to the left (Fari unit, one mile is equivalent to 4 kilometers today)!"

When the major was proud, a messenger suddenly came to report, interrupting his proud reverie.

"Really! Are you sure they are English? How many people are there?"

"I'm sure they are from England. According to the cavalry's observations, the number of them exceeds 10,000!"

The messenger thought for a while, seemed to be recalling the original words, and then said with certainty.

"#%\\#%%\\..." (The Great God of Harmony is calling) At this moment, Major Dio felt that the cooked duck was about to fly, and the feeling in his heart was extremely uncomfortable, so he couldn't help cursing.

"Blow the trumpet and withdraw the troops! I will tell the soldiers to withdraw to the city of Prado later."

His Excellency the major, who was still angry, chose to retreat wisely. He knew that his troops had no spare capacity to deal with the English who came to help.

Earl Wellington, who was trying his best to deal with the French attack, suddenly found that the strength of the siege was slowly subsiding, and a guess suddenly appeared in his heart.

A French soldier who seemed to be a Swiss mercenary was stabbed to death with a long sword. The Earl came to the city wall and looked down at the slowly retreating French army.

"Woo! Soldiers, our reinforcements are here! Your Excellency the Duke will not forget us!"

Seeing the French army retreating like ants in the distance, and the speed was quite fast, and there seemed to be a sense of panic, the count knew that reinforcements must be coming, and his troops also needed this good news to encourage them morale.

The earl's voice woke up the English soldiers who were being repaired. The soldiers who were a little tired and out of breath heard the news and hurried to the city wall to watch the French and Scottish troops that were fading away.

"Long live! Long live the Duke!" After a moment of silence, smiles gradually appeared on the tired faces of the soldiers, as if they had rehearsed, they shouted in unison.

The cheering soldiers didn't have to wait long. In less than an hour, Duke Edward, dressed in bright red armor, arrived in front of Huntington City with some delayed reinforcements.

The Earl of Wellington had already arrived at the city, sent people to clean up the messy battlefield, and waited for the arrival of Duke Edward.

"Dear Mr. Earl! Your performance is really shocking. I will personally ask His Majesty Edward for your credit!"

Duke Edward on the horse hurriedly dismounted after seeing Earl Wellington who was welcoming him, looked at Earl Wellington's blood-stained clothes, and couldn't help sighing.

"This is God's blessing! I also want to thank you for your timely support!"

Earl Wellington still maintained his usual modesty in front of Duke Edward.

"Okay! My warrior, let's go into the city together!"

As he spoke, Duke Edward took Earl Wellington's hand and walked into Huntington City step by step.

"Your Excellency, the Duke! We suffered close to 2,000 casualties in the defense of Huntington City this time, and now there are less than 1,000 soldiers left in the city!"

After the welcome banquet, Duke Edward and Earl of Wellington began to discuss the results of the war.

"With a conservative estimate, the Scots died close to more than a thousand people, while the Swiss mercenaries lost nearly a thousand people in battle, and countless were injured!"

"As for our 1,000 musketeers, only more than 100 people were shot and wounded by the English because of the distance. However, there is not enough gunpowder!"

In Pudola, a small town only about twenty miles away from Huntington, the deputy commander of the French army was reporting the battle damage to the commander of the joint army, His Excellency Dio.

"Sure enough! The English are just as my father said, they are still so difficult to deal with. It seems that our army has no desire to fight!"

The death rate of the troops in Huntington this time has accounted for more than two floors, and the army's bearing capacity has almost reached its limit. The general limit of the ancient army's ability to withstand casualties is about three layers.

"You secretly arranged for people to go to Huntington, and said that the two sides had ceased fighting, and we will maintain this situation for now!"

"Also, keep this matter from those Scots, don't let them know! Otherwise, you will be in trouble!"

Major Dio thought about it, and he felt that he couldn't work his life for the Scots like this.

"Yes! I will arrange it!" The deputy commander responded.

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