flstandardbreds Chapter 404: Death of the Veteran
Chapter 404: Death of the Veteran
Spring 1457
In Rona Territory, where the battle between the Mitlan and Yoda armies was fiercest, General Conseil stood on the east wall of Rona City, the last city occupied by Mitlan, his blue cloak fluttering gently in the breeze. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, overlooking the distance.
Not far away, the Yoda cavalry rushed back and forth on the plain like a gust of wind, and the dust raised by the sound of horse hooves formed a thin mist in the sun. This situation made General Conseil frown slightly. Generally, when encountering this situation, it means that Yoda's army is about to arrive here.
At this moment, a scout climbed up the city wall, panting, with a pale face and frowning brows, and reported to General Conseil:
"General, the army that General Laban came to support was besieged by a Yoda army of more than 10,000 people, and the leading general is the captain of the Ram Charge Knights!"
General Conseil's heart tightened. His originally thin figure seemed even heavier on the dusty city wall.
He sighed deeply, realizing that the situation was more critical than he had imagined. He immediately gave the scout an order:
"Keep gathering information and make sure to find more intelligence about Yoda's army. We must prepare early!"
Last winter, he received intelligence that the Yoda army was about to mobilize on a large scale. In order to resist the spring attack, he quickly stationed tens of thousands of troops, including his own knights, in Rona. However, the situation before him shocked him:
The number of Yoda people in this round of attack was twice as many as in the past, and in just one month, they captured all the fortresses and castles in Rona except Rona City. It was like a sudden storm that caught people off guard.
"What exactly is this for?"
General Conseil was filled with doubts. He began to wonder if the Yoda had updated their tactics, created new siege tactics, or made more efficient siege equipment. He stared at the enemy in the distance, secretly increasing his vigilance and preparation.
Not long after, General Conseil looked through the telescope and his vision gradually became clear. He saw dense black dots appearing on the horizon of the eastern sky. As the distance got closer, the Yoda army in black and red armor was marching in an orderly manner towards Rona City.
Despite the huge enemy force in front of him, General Conseil was unusually calm. Decades of battlefield experience had accumulated countless battle memories, and those battles of defending a city with fewer troops were not uncommon. Even if tens of thousands of Yoda troops surrounded Rona City, he believed that relying on the supplies in the city, he could hold out for several months until he found an opportunity to counterattack.
At this moment, a high-pitched neighing sound came from afar, which penetrated the tense atmosphere of the battlefield and went straight into Conseil's ears. He frowned slightly, puzzled by this strange sound.
As the huge figure in the distance gradually appeared, two huge elephants appeared in Conseil's field of vision. Although he had never seen a real elephant, he realized that this was definitely not a creature produced by the Yoda Empire. If there really was such a huge mount, the Yoda people would have put it to use long ago.
"As expected, the Yoda people made some kind of deal with the Kushans to the east."
A flash of alarm flashed through Conseil's mind.
"These two animals were probably brought by the Kushans."
Just as he was immersed in thought, his eyes involuntarily followed the two elephants. However, he suddenly discovered that the two elephants were wrapped in thick iron chains, and the chains extended backwards.
Suddenly he gasped and stared at the end of the chain. As the pair of huge monsters moved forward, a huge cannon was slowly dragged into view.
Although there was still some distance, Conseil could still feel the intimidation of this cannon. The diameter of the muzzle was much larger than any cannon he had ever seen, like a huge mouth that could swallow everything. Even though the elephant was trying hard to drag it, the cannon still moved slowly.
At the same time, the Yoda army in front was approaching, standing about two miles away from the city wall. The Yoda people quickly mobilized and put more than a dozen cannons in front of the formation, pointing the muzzles directly at the high walls of Rona City. The artillerymen were busy and nervous, making full preparations for the upcoming confrontation.
At this moment, General Conseil's eyes flashed with determination, and he ordered the artillery to aim at the Yoda army without hesitation.
"fire!"
Following his order, the cannons on the city walls roared loudly, and the air was filled with deafening cannon sounds. Cannonballs shot out from the city walls like flying birds of prey.
Although a few shells landed on the ground in front of the enemy's position, raising a cloud of dust, more shells accurately hit Yoda's infantry phalanx, instantly causing panic and chaos.
However, the Yoda people were not to be outdone, and their artillery began to fire. Shells whizzed towards Rona City, deafening explosions rang out, and the city walls shook violently. The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce artillery battle, with fire and smoke interweaving, seemingly shrouding the entire battlefield in chaos.
At this moment, the huge cannon was pulled onto the battlefield by two elephants, and the Yoda soldiers worked together to quickly carry a cannonball to the muzzle with a cart.
After they loaded the shells into the cannon, a Yoda artilleryman climbed onto the cannon, quickly aimed, and immediately ignited it. With a loud noise far louder than other cannons, the shell streaked across the night sky like a meteor and headed straight for the wall of Rona City.
"boom!"
There was a thunderous roar as the shells hit a section of the city wall accurately. This blow was as fierce as thunder, instantly blasting the city wall into pieces, and even directly collapsing this section of the city wall. Amid the flying dust, the soldiers on the city wall lost their balance and fell down one after another, accompanied by bursts of screams, and the chaos on the battlefield escalated again.
"Come on!"
Following the commander's order, the Yoda army rushed forward like a tide and rushed towards the gap in the city wall.
"Hold on, you must hold on! We must not let the Yoda people rush in!"
General Conseil's voice echoed on the battlefield. He immediately ordered the soldiers to concentrate their forces to block the gap, and at the same time directed the artillery to fire back. The sound of artillery roared in the sky again, and a fierce battle was about to break out.
However, in this tense situation, Conseil had a flash of uneasiness in his heart. He quickly looked around and suddenly found that the muzzle of the huge siege cannon was facing him.
"Get down from the city wall!"
The thunder-like alertness in his heart made his voice become urgent. However, at the moment he realized the danger, the city wall under his feet suddenly shook violently, accompanied by a roar, and the city wall began to collapse.
Conseil lost his balance and had no time to react. His body instantly fell into the ruins. Debris fell all around him like a rainstorm, crushing him under him.
Amidst the shrill shouts and cries of killing, Conseil struggled desperately to climb out of the ruins. His body was covered with dust and stone chips, and the sweat and blood oozing from his forehead made him look even more miserable.
However, the noise and chaos of the battlefield did not make him retreat. As he gradually gained a firm foothold, the sight of the Yoda soldiers charging at him made his blood boil.
Looking at the approaching enemies, Conseil couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in his heart.
"It seems like I won't be able to see the victory of the Mitlan Kingdom in my lifetime!"
This thought hit his heart like a hammer, but he did not give up resistance. Instead, his fighting spirit became even stronger.
He quickly drew his sword, the blade flashing coldly in the sunlight, he roared and rushed towards the Yoda soldiers opposite, the roars and shouts around him seemed to become distant.
The battle intensified, and Conseil was like a raging lion, waving his sword among the Yoda soldiers, each swinging with fearless courage and unyielding faith. His sword slashed through the enemy's body, splashing blood, and the shouts on the battlefield and the sound of metal colliding intertwined into a tragic movement.
However, just as he was concentrating on charging forward without hesitation, a sudden danger approached quietly. In the moment when he was not paying attention, a Yoda soldier took the opportunity to attack from the side, and the one-handed sword in his hand stabbed into Conseil's chest like lightning. In an instant, the sharp blade penetrated his armor, like a cold needle piercing his heart.
Conseil's body shook violently, pain surged like a tide, and he stared with wide eyes at the sword that pierced his chest in disbelief.
The severe pain in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his armor and boots red. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the sounds of fighting around him gradually blurred into a low echo.
He looked around unwillingly, still seeing the chaotic battlefield, fully armed soldiers struggling in a pool of blood like shadows, the cruelty of war unfolding mercilessly before his eyes. And he, the general who once fought for the kingdom, was now shrouded in the gradually encroaching darkness.
Finally, Conseil's body could not resist and fell to the ground. The pain in his chest and the helplessness in his heart came at the same time. His life seemed to be paused at this moment.
His back touched the cold ground, and everything around him was gradually stained with blood. The bright red liquid spread as his vision gradually blurred.
He closed his eyes slowly with reluctance and sorrow. The scenes of his life flashed through his mind, and the memories of the past passed by like shooting stars. His childhood dream of defending his country, his passion when he joined the army as a young man, and the memories of every war he had participated in afterwards were now reflected on this sad battlefield.
As the last bit of consciousness slipped away, the life of Conseil, a general in his sixties, came to an end in that pool of blood.