Chapter 33: The Elegy of Urban Management from Another World When our protagonist, Comrade Wang Qiu, was promoted to captain of the urban management brigade, a group of his white colleagues from another world were approaching the end of their fate. yznn Falmat continent, the coastal plain on the east side of the Romanian mountains, the imperial capital city of Urabianca Two armies, also carrying the imperial flag, were fighting fiercely in the urban area of the imperial capital.
The clashing sounds of various swords and the brutal sounds of fighting echoed repeatedly in the narrow streets and alleys.
Thousands of lives disappeared one by one at an alarming speed, and the flowing blood stained the marble pavement reddish brown.
If you look up, you can also see the kerosene bombs fired by heavy trebuchets falling like meteors.
Temples, residences, warehouses, shops, and barracks are scattered among the buildings and palaces in the imperial capital of Ulabianka.
They were all crumbling in the scorching flames and heat waves.
The raging fire fell from the sky and quickly devoured ancient neighborhoods one after another, filling the turbid air with the smell of blood and burnt food.
The panicked citizens of the imperial capital had no choice but to flee their homes, dragging their luggage and hiding here and there, trying to avoid the wolf-like soldiers and save their loved ones and only property.
But after all, there were many unlucky ones who were blocked in the streets by soldiers with swords and brutal faces.
What happened next was naturally the looting and massacre after the siege. , is the military common sense of this world.
Even those citizens who were lucky enough to escape the army and thugs were mostly covered in smoke by the fireworks before they could take a breath.
They had to wrap their heads in coarse cloth, cover their mouths and noses with towels, and drag their wives with them.
The children, dragging carts and burdens, looked for shelter everywhere in despair.
From time to time, burned-out people would rush out of the house screaming, then throw themselves to the ground covered in flames, gradually turning into a pile of coke.
In short, just like this, along with the scorching flames and heat waves, as well as the shrill cries of the refugees, the streets and alleys were blocked by the charred corpses of humans and animals, and the exquisite and magnificent buildings either collapsed into rubble or were destroyed by the flames.
Turned into ashes.
In the sky above the imperial capital, there were aerial troops riding griffins, pegasus and pterosaurs fighting each other, falling like meteorites from time to time.
The imperial capital, which had not experienced military disasters for many years before, had now turned into a battlefield of the imperial civil war after the raging floods.
Just as the second prince Diabo, who hastily ascended to the throne, led the Imperial Guard and almost all the field regiments near the imperial capital, he went to the north to conquer the rebel nobles.
At the same time, he went to other provinces to raise grain and fodder to reduce the pressure on the imperial capital's food supply after the flood. occasion.
His elder brother, the eldest prince Sochar, who was not willing to be deprived of the throne, gathered a total of 80,000 troops in various eastern provinces and colonies, and came to the imperial capital with great momentum.
Faced with such a sudden and powerful enemy, the Imperial Senate who stayed in the imperial capital were at a loss for a moment because the alien flood pouring out from the "Gate" has now turned into a river with Arnus Hill as its source, in the imperial capital Ula.
The raging river from Bianca City to the sea turned the imperial capital Ula Bianca City and the nearby vast plains into a saltwater swamp, and millions of people suddenly fell into a desperate situation without food and clothing.
In order to deal with such a tragic disaster and avoid the outbreak of famine and riots, the Senate not only moved hundreds of thousands of citizens and slaves from the imperial capital, but also asked the new emperor Diabo to take away the majority of the imperial capital under the banner of going out to fight the rebellion.
Part of the army went to the north to find various local lords to fight against the autumn wind, and even planned to move the capital.
As a result, just when the imperial capital's defense strength was at its weakest, the eldest prince Sochar came from the east to kill him.
Fortunately, the great flood that poured down from the Arnus Hills certainly brought catastrophe to the imperial capital.
But at the same time, the flooding also turned the imperial capital into an "island city" surrounded by water, forming a natural defensive barrier.
Therefore, the Senate sent people to the north urgently to ask for help from the new emperor.
At the same time, it reduced its troops, abandoned the remaining scattered suburban strongholds, and concentrated on holding on to the imperial capital, hoping to delay the change.
However, what people never expected was that just one day before the eldest prince Soshar led the rebels to arrive on the outskirts of the imperial capital, the flood receded and the "salty river" surrounding the imperial capital immediately stopped flowing, and the capital's The city wall had already collapsed in many places during the flood, completely losing its defensive function.
In this way, the rebels can easily enter the imperial city through the collapsed city wall by stepping on the silt and smelly fish and shrimp accumulated in the past four months.
As the floods receded and the city walls collapsed, the imperial capital had lost its last defensive barrier.
The war situation had evolved to this point, and the only obstacle still standing in front of the rebels was the hundreds of guardsmen and noble elders who stayed behind in the palace.
In addition to the private soldiers, there are only three urban infantry brigades directly under the Senate.
In other words, when the imperial city management does not have war missions, they are also responsible for maintaining public order in the capital.
These heavy infantrymen holding square iron shields in the urban infantry brigade are usually served by retired veterans of the Imperial Field Corps.
They have extremely rich combat skills and experience, and their fighting spirit and loyalty are also quite reliable.
In urban street battles where they are familiar with the environment , it is as tough as an iron wall.
Even on the brink of despair, they still built barricades in the city and relied on the favorable terrain to repel many rebel attacks.
However, no matter how brave and skilled the urban management soldiers of these three city infantry brigades are, their total strength is only a mere 3,000.
Facing a rebel army that was thirty times their size, after resisting tenaciously for a period of time, they were eventually suppressed and defeated.
In order to continue to resist, the remaining defenders who were driven out of the barricade burned houses all the way to interfere with the rebel pursuit.
In order to avoid falling into an ambush, the rebels kept burning houses to clear the battlefield.
In the end, half of the imperial capital that had finally survived the flood turned into a fire scene with blazing flames everywhere.
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They are all ruins with lingering smoke curling up, and piles of curled up and charred corpses.
A gorgeous camp was set up on a hill outside the imperial capital.
A purple royal flag fluttered high on the flagpole outside the tent.
While tens of thousands of soldiers with different accents and races were fighting desperately in the giant city ahead, the supreme commander of the Eastern rebels, the self-proclaimed eldest prince Soshar, was sitting comfortably in the imperial capital.
In a luxurious tent on a hilltop in the suburbs, holding a glass of fruit wine and setting up a pergola, through the window of the tent, one can leisurely listen to the sound of killing in the distance and enjoy the scenes of grand historical dramas staged on the streets of the imperial capital.
This is not because Saushar is heartless, but because he really lacks confidence in his military abilities.
Under the interference of the Infinite Space Samsara Team, the battle against the Headhunting Rabbit that he personally directed before had an absolute advantage.
Despite the lack of military strength, he won first and then lost, and was even beaten to the point of annihilation.
Even Sochar himself became a prisoner of war and was redeemed with money, which left a serious psychological shadow from then on.
Now he was raising troops to seize the throne again.
Since the success or failure of the war was at stake for his life, Saushar, who could no longer afford to lose, simply boldly delegated power and let the experienced princes and generals under his command free to fight.
He only Boosting morale in the rear relies on prepared and unprepared surprise attacks.
With such a huge disparity in military strength, if our side still cannot win, then there is no need to continue this civil war.
Sure enough, after a bloody battle for most of the day, the last flag of the Imperial City Infantry Brigade was finally chopped down and broken from the tower of the palace.
And on the battlefield in the entire city, deafening cheers gradually sounded.
At the same time, a general covered in blood and dusty also returned quickly from the front line riding a pterosaur, with a look on his face.
He excitedly reported his victory to Soshar, who was wearing a purple robe.
"Reporting to your Majesty, we have crushed the enemy's last resistance, and the palace and Senate venue have been captured."
At this point, the victorious general couldn't help but change the subject a little sarcastically, "Before our army surrounded the imperial capital, most of the senators and nobles had already fled the city and defected to the puppet emperor in the north.
Only a small part of them had Less important people were captured or surrendered inside the city.”
"It doesn't matter, just let them live a little longer.
Anyway, I have to settle the accounts with my stupid brother."
Soshar stood up from the couch and waved his hand disapprovingly.
Then, he looked at the black smoke lingering in the sky over the imperial capital, and pondered silently for a long time before issuing the next order: "In order to reward the entire army, let's reward them with three days of free movement in the imperial capital."
As the eldest prince of the empire and the legal first heir, it is simply impossible to say that Soshar has no feelings for the imperial capital of Urabianka.
But the problem is that he is more aware that at this critical moment, he needs to make his soldiers rich and obtain huge benefits from the war in order to maintain the cohesion of the army and the loyalty of the soldiers.
And if all the money to reward a victorious army had to be taken from the treasury, it would be an extremely huge expense.
At least for Soshar, who hastily rushed into the army, he simply couldn't afford it at the moment.
Therefore, he can only use "free operations" after capturing the city to boost morale.
At least this saves money.
After making the above-mentioned decision with great difficulty and pushing the imperial capital completely into a pit of fire, Sochar turned around again and looked from the top of the mountain to see that the imperial capital in the far north had changed hands and the Senate was falling apart.
He did not know his second brother who wanted to usurp the throne. , what plans will be made next?
"The imperial capital is already mine.
The winner will probably be decided in the next battle, Diabo."
He sneered and murmured to himself, "My stupid brother, I hope you don't disappoint me too much."
However, Saushar, who was very ambitious and determined to win the civil war and seize the throne, didn't know at this moment that there was a pair of sharp eyes in the sky above his head, paying attention to this situation in the imperial capital.
Attack and defense, watching his every move What he didn't even know was that a powerful invader from another world had already sounded the horn of attack on the Arnus Hills more than two hundred kilometers away from the "Gate", showing the world He will meet their ferocious minions and will eventually become his nightmare. oshow7: