Pirates: Honest Men in the Navy

Blood and fire mingle in the rain.

The cannons on the walls of Albana roared continuously.

Every time an artillery piece falls, it takes away several lives.

The rebels, on the other hand, charged towards Albana fearlessly, wave after wave.

Not long after, the rebel general who took the lead in charging and roaring was the first to brave the artillery fire and scale the city wall.

What greeted him were the Royal Guards of the Kingdom, who were wearing battle armor, holding spears, and were far better equipped than the rebels.

"Drink!!!"

A Guardsman roared angrily and thrust out a spear in his hand.

The heroic rebel general was not able to continue his good luck. He was immediately pierced by the spear in the chest, and blood spurted out.

But his tenacity and strong will to take revenge on the Neferutali clan supported him. He held the spear and cut down the scimitar in his hand, and split the breastplate of the Imperial Guard soldier with one knife.

It's just that the strength has been exhausted and it can't really have any effect.

The body of the rebel general was thrown out by the spear and rolled down the sandy slope.

The next second, the soldier of the Imperial Guard pulled out his sword and rushed towards another rebel. Then, he was unprepared in his blood and was decapitated by the sword. He also became a The body rolled down the sandy slope.

With the top of the city wall as the boundary, 60 Janissaries and one million rebels launched a fierce hand-to-hand battle.

Almost every moment, a large number of soldiers died.

Whether you are a rebel or a Praetorian Guard.

Here, death shows no favoritism.

The members of the Neferutali clan's guard had also arrived at the top of the city wall to fight bloody battles with the imperial guards.

Jackal warrior ?6?1 Jaka used the machete in his hand to cut a rebel in half with one blow. He charged several times in succession against the rain and killed the rebels on the city wall.

Only then did he relax slightly, and then looked towards the distant city wall.

Millions of rebels gradually spread out, and not all of them charged here. More people were already moving left and right to surround Albana.

"These bastards, His Majesty has never done anything to regret them!!"

Jaka wiped off the mixture of blood and rain on his face and roared angrily.

"It must be a poor bastard who was deceived and didn't realize it."

Bell was holding a scimitar and his white robe was stained red with blood. He walked over from a short distance and said.

As Bell said, in fact, most of the so-called 'leaders' among the rebels are Crocodile people.

In this way, how can ordinary rebel fighters understand the truth?

The information received was nothing more than the tyranny of the Neferutali clan, the abuse of dancing fans, which caused a drought across the country, and the miscellaneous nobles imposing exorbitant taxes and levies in the territory.

But doesn’t this have anything to do with Naferutali?

Don’t forget, Cobra is the king and ruler of a country. If something like this happens, even if he didn’t do it, he can’t escape the blame!

So this kind of war is a normal trend.

"How's your situation over there?"

Jaka asked Bell.

"It's not good. Although the enemy's offensive was repelled, it is obvious that this is a tentative attack."

Bell shook his head and said, looking unhappy.

Hearing this, Jaka glanced at the gloomy sky, frowned and said:

"There is still fighting to be done after that. How could a battlefield with nearly 200 million people come to an end in just a day and a half?"

After a slight pause, as if he remembered something, Jaka asked again:

"Where are the people from the GM army? That Dorag, didn't he promise His Majesty that there would be a group of troops to support us?"

"Who knows, at least I didn't see it. Those GM troops are not worthy of our trust at all. In the end, we still have to rely on ourselves!"

Bell shook his head, obviously not optimistic about the GM army.

Before Jaka could reply, the rebels under the city wall blew the horn of charge again.

"We have to find a way to bring down this damn Shapo. This must be the fault of that bastard Crocodile!"

Jaka cursed angrily.

Originally, without this sandy slope, it would have been impossible for the rebels to ride their camels towards the city wall.

Isn't that seeking death?He hit the wall directly.

But now, this sandy slope has forcibly opened up a road for the rebels to reach the top of the city wall, directly disrupting the combat deployment of the Imperial Guard.

Think about it, this should be a battle where the Imperial Guards are waiting for work, letting off artillery fire, bullets, bows, arrows and spears on the city wall.

The result was not good, it turned into a hand-to-hand battle for position.

It's absolutely impossible to keep fighting like this.

Even though the equipment of the Praetorian Guards is better, the difference in numbers is a bit big. The rebels can rotate into two waves and carry out fierce attacks day and night.

And how long can the Imperial Guards persist without sleep under such a fierce attack?

one day?

Or two days?

But not many people would think about this at this time. As the rebels' charging horn sounded, a new round of fighting began again.

A white-haired general of the Imperial Guard raised his hand and slashed a rebel to death, then roared:

"Fire oil ready!"

"General, it's raining!"

A member of the Imperial Guard couldn't help but remind him.

"Idiot, it's just because it's raining that the kerosene will be more effective, don't you think? I'm just here waiting for the rain to turn into water!"

The white-haired general cursed.

Soon, a large amount of kerosene was poured out, flowing directly along the water flow and down the sandy slope.

A torch directly ignited the kerosene, and then, surprisingly, in the rain and on top of the water flow, the kerosene actually burned and became more fluid.

The kerosene floated on the water, and this abrupt tactics really caught the rebels' surprise.

Who the hell would have thought that it was raining above and full of water below, but the Guards would choose to attack with fire?

In just a few moments, the entire sand slope was set on fire.

But it is obvious that although the mobility has been enhanced, the destructive power and lethality have been somewhat reduced due to the erosion of rainwater.

But in general, the burning of kerosene finally interrupted the rebels' second wave of offensive.

"I knew it! Hahahahahaha..."

The white-haired general laughed and said.

But before he finished speaking, a huge boulder suddenly fell from the sky and hit him on the spot. With a snap, his whole body was smashed, and half of his arms rolled around in the air. It rolled down the sandy slope.

"Catapult?!!"

Another Guards general said angrily.

I saw several tall catapults already set up in the rebel camp under the city wall.

Although they can't afford brutal things like artillery, the rebels can still afford relatively cheap siege weapons like catapults.

"Prepare the artillery, prepare the artillery! Blow up those damn catapults!"

A general of the artillery team roared at the phone bug.

After receiving the order, the artillery on the city wall also turned their muzzle angles. Soon, a large number of artillery shells began to explode in the catapult camp.

After a while, several catapults were blown up.

During this period, the catapults were also continuously smashing huge rocks into the city wall of Albana.

This war seemed to have become extremely dangerous from the beginning.

Under the sandy slope of the city wall, in the rebel camp, a young general wiped the rain off his face, looked at the fierce battle ahead, and waved:

"Grutu, you lead a group of people and charge again. We must buy enough time. We have to set up a camp at the foot of the city wall! Only then can the subsequent supplies and soldiers quickly join this final battle. !”

"Yes, Kosha!"

The strong man named Grutu responded, then picked up his mace and led the people to the front line without looking back.

Kosa, one of the leaders of the rebels, is one of the few who has not been bribed and controlled by Crocodile.

When he was very young, he participated in the construction of Yuba, and he also watched the oasis city he built with his own hands wither.

He used to be Weiwei, the princess of the Neferutali clan and a very good childhood playmate.

But now, Kosha can't wait to smash the royal capital of the Neferutali clan!

The raging war outside did not affect Louis at this time.

Standing on the top floor of the Shazhou Hotel, Louis chewed a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the gradually decreasing rain outside the window and the fierce battle on the city wall, and he was filled with emotions.

As a naval admiral, he also climbed up from the bottom step by step. He has experienced countless battles, large and small, and participated in large-scale naval battles involving tens of thousands of people.

But this was the first time he had seen this kind of siege battle involving dozens or millions of people in two lifetimes.

And from this perspective of a bystander, you can see it more clearly, and you can understand the cruelty inside.

"Whether it's the GM army, the rebels, or the Guards, in the end, everyone is just fighting for their own interests. The real unlucky ones are the ordinary people of this country..."

Louis sighed softly.

"General, will you also be sad for this?"

Vergo, who was standing behind him, glanced at him in surprise.

"This is not a sign of sorrow for the spring and autumn, it is just a feeling. The eternal principle remains unchanged. No matter how many times the world is destroyed and rebuilt, this reincarnation will never change..."

Louis smiled without looking back.

Vergo nodded upon hearing this and did not dwell on this topic any longer. Instead, he asked:

"General, what do you think of the current situation? Who has the advantage?"

"Currently, the Guards must have the upper hand. To be honest, if that weird sand slope hadn't appeared, the Guards would have had a greater advantage. At least they wouldn't have started a hand-to-hand battle with the rebels so quickly. .”

Louis touched his chin and made a comment. After a short pause, he continued:

"But if it continues, this advantage will gradually diminish and turn into a disadvantage, haven't you noticed? The morale of the Guards is far less exciting than that of the rebels, and in terms of numbers, the rebels have the advantage.

But the most important point is the initiative in war. Virgo, look at this battlefield. Who has this initiative in your hands? "

Vergo was silent for a moment, and then said:

"Rebels!"

"Yes, the right to attack belongs to the rebels. This is their biggest advantage, and this advantage will become more powerful as time goes by.

If I were the general of the Guards, I would definitely find a way to destroy the rebels' food and supplies. Otherwise, with sufficient preparation, the rebels could use turns of fighting to consume the Guards. "

Louis smiled again.

But soon, he added:

"But no matter what, I already thought that the Imperial Guards and the Neferutali clan would inevitably fail, along with Dorag's GM army..."

"Why? Is it because Crocodile's helpers are great?"

Vergo asked curiously after thinking for a while.

"Yes, but not all."

Louis shook his head, then pointed out the window and said:

“The Naferutali clan actually controls Alabasta, a large country, but only the royal capital, Albana, is left. This is a very rare phenomenon.

And whenever such a phenomenon occurs, it means...failure has become a foregone conclusion. "

Vergo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then thought about it, it seemed to be the same thing.

A large country, a superpower, only the capital is still controlled by the royal power.

Isn't this a failure?

Failure is inevitable!

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