flstandardbreds Chapter 437 Camp Roar
Chapter 437 Camp Roar
Although there is no snow on the island of Cecilius in winter, the cold air is always there, as if to freeze people's souls. The cold air is like a sharp blade, cutting through the skin, making people shiver.
Inside the tent, Galixica was wearing thick cold-proof clothing made of top-grade animal skins, with exquisite patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, to resist the biting cold. On both sides were braziers, the flames in the braziers were jumping happily, emitting a warm breath, but it was still difficult to dispel the oppressive atmosphere that permeated the tent.
Galixica sat in the main seat, looking at the generals and chiefs on both sides. He frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice:
"Why are there so many fewer people?"
One of the generals stood up respectfully, bowed slightly, and replied:
"Your Majesty, the weather is so cold that many people in the barracks are unfortunately sick, even the generals and chiefs are not immune. Many are too weak to come."
After listening to them, Galixica nodded slightly. He knew that the cold weather was a huge test for the soldiers. He did not ask any more questions, but just waved his hand gently, gave them a few words of encouragement, and ordered them to rest.
After the generals and chiefs left, the entire camp became silent. Galixica stood up, walked to the door of the tent, and looked outside through the gap. The cold wind was howling, making the curtains of the tent rustle. He thought to himself that although he was facing many difficulties, the enemy in the fortress opposite him was short of food and clothing. In this cold winter, they would not last long. When the weather gets better in a few days, we can concentrate our forces and attack fiercely, and we will definitely be able to break through the fortress in one fell swoop.
However, at this moment, a burst of hurried horse hooves and noise suddenly came from outside the tent, breaking this rare silence.
A scout rushed directly into the tent, his body still covered in dust from the long journey, with an arrow stuck in his shoulder. His face was as pale as paper, his breathing was rapid, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
"Your Majesty, it's bad! A camp roar occurred at the East Port!"
Galixica's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he shouted sternly:
"What happened? Why is there a camp roar?"
The scout panted and anxiously told the whole story. It turned out that the soldiers were extremely irritable because of the cold weather and lack of food. In addition, the long-suppressed fear and dissatisfaction in some people's hearts finally broke out at this moment. They gathered at the East Port, smashing, looting, and attacking the guards. For a time, the situation fell into chaos.
After listening to this, Galixica frowned, pondered for a moment, and said decisively: "Immediately order the guards to suppress it! We must not let this rebellion expand!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" After receiving the order, the guard beside him turned around and left quickly to convey the order to the guards.
Soon, the guards in golden armor rushed to the East Port like a tide. Under the cover of night, the golden armor shone brightly under the reflection of torches.
After arriving at the East Port, the guards quickly dispersed and formed a circle to surround the rebels. Seeing the arrival of the guards, the rebels became even more crazy. They waved their weapons and attacked the guards.
The captain of the Guards stood at the front of the team and shouted loudly:
"Stop it! You have already committed a capital crime. If you put down your weapons immediately, you may be treated leniently! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
However, the rebels ignored the advice and continued to attack the Guards frantically. The Guards had no choice but to fight back.
For a moment, shouts of killing and the sound of metal colliding intertwined in the East Port, and flames shot up into the sky. The guards relied on their excellent fighting skills and tenacious will to fight fiercely with the rebels.
A guard soldier brandished a greatsword in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light, and rushed into the crowd of rebels, as if he was in an empty space. Every time he swung his sword, a rebel fell down. And his companions were no less inferior, they cooperated closely, some stabbed the enemy with spears, some used shields to block the enemy's attacks, and some used bows and arrows to shoot from a distance.
Although the rebels were numerous, they gradually became unable to withstand the fierce attack of the Guards. Some people began to waver, put down their weapons and tried to escape.
As time went on, the situation in Eastport was gradually brought under control. The Guards successfully suppressed the rebellion and captured all the rebels.
After a night of chaotic fighting, the entire East Port was reduced to ruins, with houses collapsed, fires spreading, and corpses lying on the ground in all directions.
At dawn, Calixica hurried here on horseback. His face was still gloomy, and his eyes revealed a trace of worry. As soon as he got off the horse, he immediately began to understand the damage report.
An officer in charge of statistics came forward, saluted respectfully, and then said:
"Your Majesty, in addition to the more than 3,000 casualties in the East Port Camp Fire, several warehouses storing food and medicine were engulfed in fire. This also had a certain impact on the morale of our army."
Galixica frowned, was silent for a while, and said:
"Clean up the battlefield as soon as possible, comfort the injured soldiers, and strengthen the management of the military camp to prevent similar incidents from happening again."
Just as the team passed by a group of prisoners being taken away, there was a sudden commotion. A prisoner broke free from his restraints and suddenly knelt down beside Calixica. His movements were swift and resolute, as if he was grasping at the last glimmer of hope.
"Sir, please! We have no food, and we have to do this in order to go home!"
The prisoner's voice was filled with endless fatigue and pleading, and tears were flashing in his eyes, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the prisoners next to him also echoed him. Some of them begged on the ground, and some looked at Calixas with pleading eyes.
However, Kalishiga's face remained as cold as ice, without any ripples. He looked at the prisoners as if he were looking at a group of ants. After a moment, he said expressionlessly:
"Drag him down and chop him up."
The prisoner who was begging for mercy was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes were filled with despair and helplessness. He tried to open his mouth to defend himself again, but the soldiers who were dragging him away held his mouth. The other prisoners shouted in grief and anger, but they were all ruthlessly suppressed.
Calixica shifted his gaze, a hint of sharpness flashing in his eyes. He was certain in his heart that this battle could not be delayed, and the next battle with the pagans would be a life-and-death war.
A group of people appeared outside the fortress while the Kushan army was withdrawing.
After the people and goods were transported to the city wall, John, who had been waiting there for a long time, walked to a bag full of grain, drew the long sword at his waist, and slid it lightly on the bag, and a hole appeared on the surface of the bag. Golden wheat immediately flowed out of the wound, flowing into his hands like a stream.
"In addition to grains, there are also a lot of cured and dried meats and herbs."
The officer on the side reported.
"Immediately provide more food to the soldiers so they can recover their strength!"
John shouted the order. His voice echoed on the city wall and was immediately responded to. The soldiers around him began to get busy, moving food to the kitchen and preparing a sumptuous meal for the soldiers.
He knew that the army of Calixica was on the verge of collapse. The soldiers' physical and mental strength were being rapidly depleted. If they did not replenish their nutrition as soon as possible, their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced. And this battle would determine whether he could return to Midran with his army.
As night fell again, the entire battlefield was shrouded in silence. However, this silence was only the calm before the storm, and a fierce battle was quietly brewing...