flstandardbreds Chapter 151 Imperial Angel
Chapter 151 Imperial Angel
With the occupation of the city of Waze, the only stronghold of the indigenous people outside the forest, the indigenous people who retreated into the forest could only rely on the Pantheon as their base camp to ambush the newly arrived Midlan people in the dense forest.
Although this hindered the Mithraic attack in the short term, the effect was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.
"Okay, fellow mercenary leaders, the natives are currently trapped in this large forest. Although we launched several attacks, they were all repelled. Everyone, think about how to fight this final battle." Inside the tent, the legion commander pointed to the circled forest on the map and asked the surrounding mercenary leaders.
"I have a question." At this time, Charlie asked the legion commander:
"Don't we have a map of the indigenous people in the forest? Or has the local lord compiled a map of the indigenous settlements in the forest?"
"Well, I think Count Waze should have one, but we can't seem to ask him right now." The legion commander replied with a little embarrassment. The city of Waze had long been turned upside down by the natives, and even the castle where the count lived had been looted. By the time they arrived here, there was nothing left in the castle.
"What else can we do? Just ask the natives. Didn't we capture so many of them a few days ago? Give them some benefits and they will confess." A mercenary leader thought for a while and then gave his suggestion, which attracted the approval of everyone in the audience. Yes, why not just ask the natives living in the area? No one knows the forest better than them.
After a while, the captured natives were driven to an open space amid the soldiers' scolding. The legion commander and a group of mercenary leaders looked down at them from a high platform.
Looking at the panicked natives on the opposite side, the legion commander didn't know how to start. For him, interrogation was more difficult than fighting.
"Why are you still wasting time? Why don't you just ask directly?" Charlie looked at the silent legion commander and complained, then shouted in his loud voice:
"Does anyone among you natives know where the lair of the Son of God is? Whoever tells me and leads us there will not only set you free after the battle, but also reward you with money."
This shout caused the natives below to whisper among themselves, and one of them, who had some kind of totem painted on his body, roared:
"Even if we die, we will never betray our Son of God!"
As soon as the native finished speaking, he saw Charlie jumping down from the platform, then strode towards him, grabbed his hair and lifted him up like a chicken.
"Say that again, you bastard?" Charlie said gloomily as he looked at the native who was glaring at him.
"Even if I say it ten thousand times, I will..." Before he finished speaking, Charlie grabbed the native's hair with his right hand and swung it hard, throwing the native heavily to the ground. Blood flowed down his forehead and mouth. Then Charlie took out the giant axe on his back and chopped hard at the native's neck. With a scream and the shaking of the earth, Charlie held up the head that looked like a blood ball and said to the surrounding natives:
"You are shameless, huh? Anyone who does this again will end up like him. As I said before, whoever can lead us to the lair of those natives will not only be set free but also rewarded. As for the rest who are unwilling to cooperate, I will kill them all!"
Looking at the head in Charlie's hand, someone immediately shouted:
"I am willing to lead the way. I know where the rebels' lair is."
Any indestructible dam will collapse as long as a small opening is exposed due to the continuous impact of the river water over time. When an indigenous person breaks through his psychological defenses and chooses to surrender to the enemy, the weak-willed indigenous people behind him will follow him because someone has taken the lead.
"Damn, if this had been done earlier, there wouldn't have been so much trouble." Charlie cursed these natives who had to be tough to cooperate, and then said with satisfaction:
"Okay, okay! Don't worry, everyone. As long as you are willing to help us, everyone will get money!"
In the jungle, the Mitlan army marched towards the Pantheon mentioned by the natives. The first ones were the surrendered natives. Most of them were naturalized natives in the city of Waze. They killed their compatriots for the Mitlan people in peacetime and slaughtered the Mitlan people during the uprising. Now that victory gradually leaned towards Mitlan, these people continued to choose to be running dogs for Mitlan. Although Charlie hated these two-faced natives, he had to use them to find the natives' lair.
It has to be said that in order to survive, these natives fought desperately, whether they were looking for secret roads or attacking the secret sentries and patrols of the Son of God. The Midlan people arrived near the Pantheon in the evening with almost no losses.
Looking at the huge wooden building in the distance, even Charlie couldn't help but sigh:
"This thing is like another Chateau Count de Franche-Comté."
Although the natives were already at the point of exhaustion at this time, there were still a large number of native soldiers guarding the tall city walls, and it was estimated that there were also quite a few native soldiers inside.
"Captain Charlie, do you think there is any way to capture this kind of city?" The legion commander at the side asked Charlie.
"This kind of city is no longer the kind of castle that can be destroyed by artillery fire alone. It seems that we can only use cannons to blast open the gate and then let the soldiers engage in hand-to-hand combat with the natives inside." Charlie looked at the heavily defended city and could only shake his head.
"Sir, a native wants to see you. He says he can open the city gate." Just then, a soldier came with a native to report to the legion commander.
"Let him in quickly!"
Under the escort of the soldiers, the native walked to the legion commander, knelt on his knees and said:
"Sir, I have a way to open the city gate without any soldiers."
"Oh? What's the method?" Charlie on the side was also very curious about what method the natives had to allow the army to enter without any losses.
"Sir, I used to be a centurion in the rebel army and I know many of them. They will definitely open the city gate for me when they see me." The native said hurriedly.
"That's great. As long as you are willing to help us, we will give you money later..." Before the legion commander finished speaking, Charlie on the side questioned:
"If he returns cleanly, won't the natives be suspicious of him? Dress him up and make him look like a defeated soldier, and send a few natives to go in with him."
After a while, the native centurion with blood-stained bandages and some other natives dressed in dusty clothes limped towards the gate of the Pantheon.
"who!"
The native soldier guarding the gate saw dozens of natives walking out of the darkness, and immediately pointed his weapons at them and asked.
"It's me, Nora, the centurion of the Imperial Legion!" The native who had previously given advice to Midlan shouted to the group of soldiers on guard.
The shout immediately attracted the city guard general. Looking at his own people below, the city guard general shouted:
"Which centurion are you from?"
"I, Nora, am the centurion guarding the city of Oise. The city of Oise was captured by the Midlanes. We suffered heavy casualties before we escaped." Seeing someone replying to him on the city wall, Nora responded immediately.
The general guarding the city saw that there was no one outside the city except the natives who had escaped, so he shouted to his men:
"Open the city gates and let them in quickly."
As the city gate slowly opened, Nora led the natives into the city. When the defending general came down from the city wall and was about to ask for information about the Midlan people at the foot of the mountain, Nora and several natives suddenly took out several crossbows with loaded arrows from their cloaks, aimed at the defending general and several native soldiers and pulled the trigger.
Perhaps the natives were naturally good at crossbows, and in the dark, Nora and the others' crossbows hit the heads of the general and several soldiers. Seeing that no one was around, Nora and several natives dragged the general's body outside the city gate, and then lit torches to signal the Mitlan people outside the city.
"We have to take them down, brothers. Go in through the city gate quickly and bring your artillery with you. Remember not to make any noise." Charlie looked at the natives in the city and immediately led the Black Watch mercenaries to rush to the city gate. This time Charlie did not let other mercenary groups in. One reason was that too many people would easily be discovered, and the other was that Charlie felt that these mercenaries were too weak and not only could they not help him, but would also cause trouble for him.
However, even the most well-prepared plans can still have unexpected events. A team of native soldiers who were preparing to change shifts arrived here and happened to see Nora and others who were carrying corpses.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
The words of the native soldiers quickly aroused the vigilance of Nora and others. Seeing that the matter was exposed, Nora signaled the other naturalized natives with his eyes, and then he hid his hands in his cloak, and slowly walked towards the native soldiers with the other naturalized natives and said:
"Don't you know me? I'm Centurion Nora."
"I don't know them, don't come over... Hey! Who's over there?" Seeing these unfamiliar tribesmen approaching them, the native soldiers immediately became alert. When they saw the Black Watch mercenaries pouring in from the city gate, they immediately prepared to stop them.
"Whoosh!"
A crossbow arrow hit a native soldier's eye. The native who was shot shouted "Enemy attack" and slashed at Nora with his sword. In the silent night, the shouting woke up the natives in the surrounding houses, and all of a sudden the lights were on in the nearby houses.
"There's a change of plan, brothers. Take torches and set these houses on fire. Kill any natives you see and create chaos here!" After seeing that the natives in the city were disturbed, Charlie immediately ordered people to set fire to the houses, hoping to create chaos and block the natives' attack.
The mercenaries threw torches into the houses, and soon thick smoke came out and natives ran out of the houses. The mercenaries showed no mercy and killed the natives with one blow no matter how they begged for mercy.
After seeing the thick smoke, the indigenous troops in other places immediately headed towards the direction of the mercenary group. However, when they arrived, what was waiting for them was the black muzzle of the artillery.
"ignition!"
Following the order given by the artillery commander, the artillerymen immediately lit the fuse, and with the roar of the artillery, the shells crashed directly into the pile of natives, leaving several bloody trails with broken limbs.
The Greek artillery carts nearby spewed out fire snakes, and hot oil along with flames sprayed towards the defenseless natives. The natives covered by the flames screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but it didn't work, and they could only die slowly in the pain of burning.
Seeing the miserable plight of their compatriots, the natives who wanted to come to help looked at the roaring artillery and the flaming Greek artillery carts on the opposite side, as well as the Midlanes who continued to flow in from the city gate, and immediately ran towards the Pantheon in the center.
In the Pantheon, a group of chieftains and their families gathered here. They were awakened by the sound of artillery and immediately ran here according to their instincts. In fact, they also knew that with those artillery, it was only a matter of time for the Mitlan people to reach here, but they did not expect that the lazy Mitlan people would attack so quickly in order to wipe out these former slaves of theirs.
Those chiefs who had fought in the war thirty years ago knew that if the Midlans won this time, the entire tribe would be wiped out. The Midlans would not tolerate the betrayal of those from a different tribe. This time, if they all surrendered to the Midlans, they would only get the Midlans' wrath.
"Oh no! The Midlan people have reached the Pantheon." At this time, the native soldiers who were responsible for guarding the Pantheon shouted while running. For a while, cries, shouts, and screams echoed in the Pantheon.
After seeing this, the Son of God also felt confused. The Empire's army was so powerful before that it was able to defeat the Midlan army which was several times larger than itself. But now it was defeated after just one battle. As the Son of God, he could only bless the weapons and worry.
"Your Highness, the Son of God, it's time to show your power." Suddenly, the high priest at the side grabbed the Son of God's hand and said.
"What..." The Son of God was confused after hearing what the high priest said and had no idea what he was talking about.
"Use the power you possessed on the day you became a god to defeat those Midlan people who come to offend you." The high priest stared at the Son of God and said solemnly.
As the high priest spoke, a familiar memory pricked the nerves of the Son of God. It was the scene he least wanted to recall:
When he cried helplessly in front of his parents who were killed by the Midlan people, the special stone he picked up from the river and carried with him turned into a human face with tears of blood in its eyes, and then four gods appeared in the sky.
Under the persuasion of the gods, the heartbroken him signed a contract with the gods to obtain the power to destroy the Midlan people. At the end of his memory, he vaguely felt that wings had grown on his back and he became an angel in mythology. When he woke up, he found himself in the house of the high priest, and his brothers and sisters had disappeared.
As memories continued to emerge into the Son of God's brain, his emotions gradually changed from the pain of losing his loved ones to anger towards the Midlan people.
"As long as all those Midlans are wiped out, this world will return to its original harmonious and peaceful state." As a voice echoed in the Son of God's mind, his face gradually became hideous, and a bulge grew on his back, as if something was about to reach out...
"Brothers, we are almost there. Blast open this door and capture the Son of God and his chieftains alive!"
Charlie led his mercenaries to the Pantheon with steady and cautious use of artillery. Looking at the ancient imperial style columns and sculptures of various gods, Charlie first sighed at this magnificent building and then ordered the artillery to continue firing.
However, before the artillery had finished loading, the door of the Pantheon suddenly blew open from the inside out. The strong airflow caused the thick door panel to hit a few meters in front of Charlie. The splashing smoke and dust made Charlie and the nearby soldiers cough.
After the smoke and dust dissipated, a burly, handsome naked man appeared in front of the soldiers. However, what surprised the mercenaries was not that he was not wearing any clothes, but the two pairs of wings tied together by countless branches and vines on his back.