The Three Kingdoms

Of course, the city of Damascus is not so easy to fight.

The main forces of the Jagged Legion, the Apollon Legion, and the Germanic Legion are all in Damascus, and Olveri is not afraid of the main attack of the Wu army.

He is the defender.

There are enough advantages.

Of course, Wu Jun has some powerful weapons that can break through the city walls, but he has already prepared for street fighting in the city long before, and he may not lose this battle.

In the city, Olveri was supervising the battle.

"Give me the military order to withdraw the Iron-Blooded Legion and let the Germanic Legion come up!" Olveri watched the bloody and fierce battle on the city wall with a hint of gloomy eyes: "Let the Iron-Blooded Legion deploy defenses in the city, and we are ready to retreat at any time." In the city!"

"My lord Olveri, there are so many people in the city, once there is a battle, it will definitely be a massacre!" Caracalla felt a little unbearable.

"For the future of the empire, in order to stop the invasion of the eastern demons, we must sacrifice, and I am willing to sacrifice for the empire, and they are no exception!" Olveri said indifferently and gloomyly: "And, only in this way can we inspire With the anger and resistance of countless people in the empire, our empire has a population of 5000 million, if everyone is united and resists, then we will be defeated, and these oriental demons will not be able to kill them!"

"Yes!" Caracalla took a deep breath, nodded and led away.

……

under the city.

A hillside rises in the distance, a temporary command battalion.

The generals lingered around the general Pan Feng, discussing the battle. Pan Feng held a telescope in his hand, and his body was straight. Through the telescope, he looked at the tragic battle in front of him: "For three full days, we were still fighting under the city. The guard river cannot be crossed, the well is not big enough, the ladder cannot be climbed, and the Romans are stronger than our soldiers, so their individual combat effectiveness is still higher than ours, which is not good for us!"

"Commander-in-Chief, there is no other way!"

Zhuge Kongming smiled wryly: "On one side of the soil and on the other side of the people, the physique of Westerners is generally higher than that of our Wu people. After several years of war, no matter how we strengthen our training, there is always a limit to our physique. It is impossible for every soldier to have Lu Bu. Zhao Yun’s fierce generals are indeed not as strong as them, and the fighting power of general soldiers is indeed inferior to them. If the weapons are not stronger than theirs, I’m afraid it’s not us who are fighting them, but they are coming to fight us!”

"Looking at it this way, I won't be able to break into this city wall for ten days!" Pan Feng gritted his teeth: "This is not going to work. If we can't break into the city again, this battle will drag on for at least a month!"

"The city of Damascus is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The terrain on the east side is very narrow. At most, ten thousand people can attack at one time. The city wall is one man guarding the gate, and ten thousand people cannot open it. Although the south side is a good battlefield, the city wall is too high. It's close to the sea, we can't reach it at all, and the north face is a steep terrain, the attack is too strenuous, and the physical strength of our soldiers is too demanding!"

Zhuge Liang took two steps back, walked back from the observation deck in front, pointed to the sand table, and analyzed in detail: "At present, only the south is the best offensive battlefield, but the main force of the Roman army is also here. If you want to get in, you have to break through." !"

"The casualties are too great!"

Ma Chao walked in with blood marks, put down his armor, and facing Pan Feng, he cupped his hands and said, "Commander-in-Chief, we can't fight any more. If the fight continues, the morale of the Parthian Legion will be uncontrollable!"

"The casualties are huge!"

"In one morning, the casualties have exceeded [-] soldiers. According to this casualty rate and this offensive rhythm, how many mornings will we have to fight, and how many casualties!" Ma Chao gritted his teeth and said, "I can fight to the death, but if the casualties If it is too large, it will inevitably make the soldiers' morale unstable, after all, the Parthian Legion is an army composed of Parthian soldiers, once the morale of the soldiers is not stable, mutiny is not impossible, this is still on the battlefield, and it will be a big trouble at that time!"

"Go back first!"

Pan Feng exhaled foul breath, gave him the soldier talisman, and said, "Go back and rest for three days!"

"No!" Ma Chao breathed a sigh of relief, and strode out of the command camp with a soldier talisman.

"Generals, what should I do?" Pan Feng looked around and asked.

"Commander-in-Chief, dispatch troops!"

Chen Gong raised his head and glanced at Pan Feng and Zhuge Liang: "Be Ding Feng's field artillery!"

"180 cannons in red can definitely break through the city wall!"

Tai Shici nodded and said.

"Kong Ming!"

"It's too early!" Zhuge Liang frowned slightly, but he couldn't bear to see the casualties on the battlefield ahead of the city wall: "If we dispatch our field artillery army up now, it will not be difficult to break the city, but the rhythm is wrong. I don’t know if we can’t come out, once we enter the bloody battle in the city too early, I’m afraid we won’t be able to wait for the encirclement trend, and we may not be able to take Damascus by then, and the casualties will inevitably increase!”

"I believe in Lu Meng!"

Cao Xiu of the Guanzhong Army suddenly spoke with a loud voice

After Pan Feng glanced at him, he became decisive all of a sudden: "Chuan Ding Feng!"

"promise!"

Several personal guards quickly invited Ding Feng.

"The last general, Ding Feng, pay my respects to the commander-in-chief!" Ding Feng was wearing a battle armor, and he knelt down on one knee and stood by with his hands folded.

"Ding Chengyuan!"

With a serious face, Pan Feng raised his hand, pointed at the city wall ahead, and said, "Have you seen the city wall ahead? I'm going to turn it into ruins!"

"As ordered!"

Ding Feng bowed his hands to accept the order, stood up, turned and left.

……

The battlefield of the southern city wall.

"withdraw!"

"Soldiers in peace, withdraw troops quickly!"

"The commander-in-chief is ordered, withdraw troops!"

"withdraw troops!"

As the order to withdraw troops was issued, the main forces of the five armies of the Parthian Legion were like locusts climbing on the city wall, swarming to the back at once, one by one ladders, one by one well railing vehicles, one by one attacking the city. , were all withdrawn.

"The Eastern Devils have withdrawn their troops?"

On the city wall, the Roman soldiers looked at this scene in disbelief.

The soldiers of the Germanic Legion had just come up from below to replace the soldiers of the Jagged Legion to guard the city. In less than an hour, the Wu Army had already withdrawn their troops, and they had just warmed up.

"That's not right!" Oveli looked at the soldiers retreating below the city, and said in a low voice, "How could they retreat so easily?"

"Look, my lord Pope!"

A ten thousand captain pointed to the front and started to drink.

Outside the moat, the flag of the Field Artillery Corps was erected, and a cannon in red, driven by thousands of soldiers, kept approaching the city wall along two wheels.

"what is that?"

"not good!"

"That's the red cannon of the Eastern Devil!"