The city of Milan, whose full name is Midiolanion, is located in the southern Alps on the Po River Plain, and is the main city of the Italian province after Rome.
It is also the gateway to the north-west of the Italian province.
When the main force of the second war zone of the Wu army came to the west and approached this city, the result was not as they imagined, unstoppable, and could drive straight in, but after being sniped by a powerful force of soldiers and horses, it was completely blocked under the city, and it was difficult to advance an inch.
The elite Roman garrison in Milan had at least 200,000 elite soldiers.
This is the Gallic Legion of the Roman Army, a sharp axe of the Roman Empire.
In the face of this legion defending the impregnable city of Milan, the second war zone of the Wu army, which was in a hurry without a trace of preparation, suddenly suffered a big loss.
After fighting under the city for a full day and night, the Roman army relied on the thick defense system of the city's high walls, so that the Wu army had no possibility of advancing, so the Wu army paid nearly tens of thousands of casualties.
Zu Mao had no choice but to withdraw his troops first, led the army of the second theater to retreat ten miles in a row, and stationed on the plain northeast of Milan City, and established a temporary military camp, which was far away from Milan City.
"The troops in the city of Milan are by no means ordinary young and strong, their combat ability is very elite, figure out if there are soldiers and horses in the city" In the silent tent of the main camp of the Chinese army, Zu Mao had a gloomy face and stared at the battle map.
At first, he thought it was just a young militia formed in the city of Milan.
But after the battle, he was very sure that this sentence was definitely the elite of a hundred battles, whether it was the combat level or combat ability, they showed a performance that far surpassed that of ordinary young people.
Facing the sudden emergence of such a powerful elite, Zu Mao's heart felt a little uneasy.
Previously, the Wu army crossed the strait from the eastern battlefield and drove straight in, all the way west from the Thracian province, facing only some militia resistance composed of ordinary young people, and never encountered the resistance of the elite soldiers and horses of the Roman Empire.
It was not until the Alps that the Dolomites encountered the combined resistance of the Crusaders and Parthian legions.
This is not surprising.
Because this part of the strength of the Crusader Legion and the Parthian Legion was under the consideration of the Wu army.
So Wu Jun finally chose to divide his troops.
The First Theater broke through from the front, while the troops of the Second Theater deliberately made a detour from Milan to the Italian provinces, advancing in unison to break through the defenses of the Italian provinces and attack the imperial capital of the Roman Empire.
But he didn't expect that the city of Milan would encounter the regular elite of the Roman Empire.
It stands to reason that there should not be a regular elite here.
"Gallic Legion of the Roman Empire" Hearing this, Zhou Yu, chief of staff of the theater, raised his head, glanced at Zu Mao, and quickly replied.
"Gallic Legion" When Zu Mao heard this, he raised his eyebrows: "I have heard of this legion before, it was one of the seven legions in the standing army of the Roman Empire, the elite of the elite, but haven't they been stationed in the Gallic Province and the British Province in the northwest of Rome, why did they appear in the Italian Province?"
The main forces of the Third Theater of Operations had always been in the northwestern part of the Roman Empire.
They had many major battles with the Gallic legions of the Roman Empire, so the news of this legion also reached the court to some extent.
The principle that both eastward and westward advances from the Central Plains could enter the Roman Empire has not yet been explained, but they have accepted this fact.
They decided that the Roman Empire was already in their encirclement.
But when the Gallic Legion, which was supposed to fight in the Gallic province and the Third Theater, suddenly appeared in Milan, Zumao couldn't help but be a little confused.
"Before, it was" Zhou Yu smiled bitterly, with a hint of helplessness, and said: "But now that they have appeared in Milan City and appeared in front of us, I estimate that they have already been sent back to the Italian province, and they have been waiting for us here for a long, long time, just to snipe us."
The sudden appearance of this main army made Zhou Yu a little vigilant.
"If this is the case, why didn't this legion react when the Roman Empire was in turmoil before," Fa Zheng, chief of staff of the Bashu Legion, asked rhetorically.
"That's the crux of the matter" A cold light flashed in Zhou Yu's eyes: "Maybe they are just waiting for our arrival, even" "Or even what," Chen Zhi asked.
"Even the civil strife in Rome was meant to be a game" "One Bureau" Zu Mao squinted slightly: "We have now broken through their borders and entered their hinterland, with a Gallic legion, can we stop the game, where do they get the troops to do the game?"
If you want to play a game, you must have enough troops.
The Wu army now has all the forces in the western part of Rome, and the rest of the troops have also been crippled and destroyed, and there are not many soldiers and horses in Italy at all.
"I can't figure it out yet" Zhou Yu thought about it for a moment and said: "But I think that now our soldiers and horses should immediately stop attacking, defend in place, wait for the reaction of the Roman army, and then make the next judgment."
"Hmm" Zu Mao thought about it, nodded in agreement, and shouted in a low voice: "Come on" "In" "Pass on my military order, all the troops will not move, set up camp, and, immediately let the news here be quickly passed on to His Majesty's hands" "No" Dolomites.
A huge military fortress was built on top of a plain surrounded by several mountains.
This is the Dolomites Fortress, a fortified fortress of the Roman Empire to resist the invasion of the Italian province by the Wu army.
"Forward, Forward" "Kill it, the soldiers of Dawu will kill me fiercely" "Blocked, must be blocked" "There are only warriors in the empire, and there are no cowardly soldiers, kill, kill them all for me."
Under the fortress, the forces of the Wu army and the Roman army were engaged in a fierce battle.
In front of the fortress, in a Chinese army command shed, Pan Feng's eyes were cold, staring at the incomparably strong military fortress in front of him, and his fists were clenched: "Attacked for three consecutive days, but it still can't be through, it seems that it needs to be changed, Ma Chao" "In" "The defense in the middle is too strong, it is estimated that it will not be able to get through, the Sabbath Corps will make a U-turn for me, hit the left flank, and must crush their defensive position on the left flank" "Understood" Ma Chao took the order and left.
"Commander-in-Chief, the last general is invited to fight" Ding Feng stood beside Pan Feng with a straight body, and said loudly: "This defensive fortress is too strong, I think it's time for the artillery army to go into battle, otherwise our soldiers will spend more lives here."
"There's a chance for you to perform, it's not the time yet" Hearing this, Pan Feng shook his head.
It's not that he doesn't want to mobilize the field artillery corps, if the field artillery corps is mobilized, it is true that he can knock on the defense of this fortress in a short time, but the Wu army crosses the sea from the east and runs long distances, and the logistics cannot be made up at all.
"Is there any news from the second war zone?"
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Lu Bu, who was standing next to him and watching the battle, suddenly asked.
He is the head of the military aircraft, and it is his duty to command the battle situation of the whole army.
"Nope" A war zone staff officer hurriedly replied.
"It stands to reason that they should have crossed Milan City by now, but they haven't heard from them for so long, it seems that they are in trouble" Guo Jia squinted slightly and said in a deep voice.
"Trouble" Lu Bu frowned: "The strength of Rome has already been figured out by us, now whether it is the Guards Legion or the Iron Blood Legion or the Apollo Legion should be in Rome City, who can stop the main force of the second war zone" "After all, this is the hinterland of the Roman Empire, and some things are difficult to say" Guo Jia had a trace of worry in his eyes: "I always feel that something is wrong" "You should be thinking too much" The commander of the Central Army Ju Yi opened his mouth indifferently.
"Maybe" Guo Jia shrugged.
"Commander-in-Chief, I suggest we can withdraw our troops first" Zhuge Liang, chief of the General Staff of the First Theater, looked at the combat sand table and suddenly spoke.
"Why," Pan Feng asked.
"We attacked too fiercely before, and the enemy army is currently in a tense stage, the harder we fight, the more nervous they are, we need to relax him, otherwise we will beat them into desperate mourners in this battle, and then they will fight back desperately, even if we can take this fortress, we will suffer heavy casualties" Zhuge Liang raised his head and looked at the battlefield in front of him.
"Then how do you think you fight" Guo Jia looked at Zhuge Liang and asked.
"The strategy of tired soldiers" Zhuge Liang spit out four words.
"What is the strategy for exhausting soldiers?"
asked Lu Bu.
"Slow down the current high-intensity combat method, but our offensive is still needed, the war drums must be beaten day and night every day to deter the city, and our combat phalanx must always maintain the offensive and suppress the rest time of the soldiers and horses in the city."
Zhuge Liang said: "Three days, it only takes three days to make a strong offensive posture, so that they can't have time to rest, they will inevitably exhaust their last breath, and then in the strong attack, they should be able to break through the city." ” "Good" When Pan Feng heard this, he looked at the signs on the combat sand table, and after thinking about it for a long time, he had a decision, and directly made a decision, saying: "I listened to you, and it was reported that the armies were slowing down their attacks."
With the order of the commander-in-chief of the theater of operations, the attack of the first theater of the Wu army on the fortified fortress in front of him began to slow down.
This strategy was very effective, although the Wu army did not launch a strong attack, but the trend of the offensive was maintained day and night, without a moment of rest, so that the Roman soldiers in the city were always vigilant and did not dare to have the slightest rest.
When the Roman soldiers in the city wanted to retreat and rest a little, the drums of the Wu army quickly sounded again, and when they were ready to meet the battle, the Wu army retreated like a tide.
Three days later, Zhou Er repeatedly, and the Roman soldiers were suddenly tossed and half dead.
Although this fortress is very strong, when the spirit of the Roman soldiers is lacking, one by one they are weak, which is an easy fortress for the Wu army to break.
At this time, the Wu army finally launched a strong attack on this fortress.
"Ding Feng" Pan Feng stared at the fortress and shouted.
"The Last Will Be" "Listen to me, each redcoat cannon is only allowed to bombard three shells, but you must up the first strong line of defense, so that my soldiers can climb the walls of the fortress."
"The End Will Understand" Ding Feng left the middle camp with the order and walked up to the top of a towering mountain.
Hundreds of red-coated cannons on the mountain have lined up.
"The herald is that each cannon is only allowed to bombard three shells, but the first line of high wall defense in front of our army must be blown up, so the angle of your adjustment must be accurate."
"Obedience" The generals were ordered to quickly debug the shells.
Boom, boom, boom The red-coated cannon of the Wu army is the most advanced and most lethal weapon on the battlefield at present, and when it is bombarded by hundreds of cannons, even if the Roman army has spent a lot of money to build the high walls of the fortress, it has been blown up.
"Offense" Pan Feng personally walked onto the battle platform and beat a huge drum, using the drum to convey orders for the armies to launch an attack on this fortress.
"Kill" "Kill" The major legions under the command of the First War Zone rushed forward one after another.
The two sides fought bloodily for two whole days, and the battle, which was later named the Fortress of Dolomites, came to an end.
The two legions of the Roman army, the consuls, led the remnants of their respective armies to retreat.
The Wu army completely occupied the fortress and destroyed the last line of defense to enter the city of Rome.
On the plains, the main camp is the royal tent.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, good news" Pang Tong opened the curtain from the outside, and with a happy look, he strode in.
"What's the good news?"
Sun Quan was a little weak at this time.
The fatigue strategy used by Wu Jun these days is indeed a good one, not only affecting the enemy, but also affecting him, making him unable to rest, and the whole person is lacking in energy, pale, and drowsy.
"Opened, Your Majesty, we have opened the way into the city of Rome" Pang Tong said loudly.
"After tossing me for so many days, if they can't get through this fortress, I will skin them alive" Sun Quan was also very happy, but there was a touch of viciousness in his happiness.
There's no way he's going to get a good night's sleep these days.
It's finally over.
"Newspaper" "Come in" "Report to Your Majesty, the military report sent by the Second War Zone" "Submit it," Sun Quan woke up and said.
"No" The Janissaries presented the report.
Sun Quan opened it, looked at it, his face sank, and the atmosphere in the camp suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, and even Pang Tong couldn't help frowning.
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"Your Majesty, the strategy of the Second War Division in Milan is not ideal," Pang Tong asked tentatively.
"See for yourself," Sun Quan handed over the recital.
Pang Tong hurriedly took a look, and there was a hint of surprise in his expression: "How could the Gallic Legion be in Milan City?"
"You ask me, who should I ask," Sun Quan said with a cold expression.
"Your Majesty, this matter is not simple, since the Gallic Legion has been recalled, then it means one thing, the Roman Empire should be prepared, but if they are prepared again, why can we go straight in" Pang Tong's brows furrowed into a Sichuan character.
"What you want to ask is also the strange thing in my heart now" Sun Quan squinted slightly, a pair of amber elite eyes flashed with a playful light, and said, "Summoning the generals above the commander and deputy general of each legion to gather in my camp, this matter needs to be discussed."
The more we get to this juncture, the more we need to be cautious.
Sun Quan never underestimated the Roman Empire, an empire with a longer history and a deeper heritage than the Han Dynasty, is by no means superficial strength, and the war potential of this empire is still very strong.
"No" Pang Tong nodded. t1706231537: