Chapter 33: The tragedy of urban management in 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.
Falmat continent, the coastal plain on the east side of the Romanian mountains, the imperial capital 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 launched by heavy trebuchets falling like meteors. Temples, residences, warehouses, shops, barracks... houses and halls scattered throughout the imperial capital of Urabianka. The whole world is crumbling in the scorching flames and heat waves. The raging fire falling from the sky quickly devoured ancient neighborhoods one after another, filling the turbid air with the smell of blood and burnt...
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 cruel faces. What happened next was naturally plundering and massacre... The soldiers after the siege. Large raids are common sense in military affairs in 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 even 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.
And in the sky above the imperial capital, there are aerial troops riding griffons, 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, has now turned into a battlefield of civil war in the empire 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 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. The raging river that flowed into the sea from the imperial capital city of Ulabianka turned the imperial capital city of Ulabianka and the vast plains nearby 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 pretext 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. As a result, 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 Prince Soshar led the rebels to arrive on the outskirts of the imperial capital, the floods receded! The "salt water river" surrounding the imperial capital also immediately stopped flowing, and the walls of the imperial capital had already collapsed in many places due to floods, completely losing their 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!
With the flood receding and the city walls collapsing, the imperial capital has lost its last defensive barrier. The war situation has evolved to this point. The only obstacle still standing in front of the rebels is the hundreds of guardsmen and noble elders who stayed in the palace. In addition to the private soldiers, there are only three urban infantry brigades directly under the Senate, or the imperial city management. When there are no 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 being trapped in an ambush, the rebels who were advancing vigorously 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. They were all ruins with lingering smoke curling up, and piles of curled up and charred corpses.
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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 hard and risking their lives 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 sounds 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 was completely destroyed. With an absolute superiority of troops, 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 once again raising troops to seize the throne. 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 his power and let the experienced princes and generals under his command free to fight. He only Boosting morale at the rear - relying 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 from the front line riding a pterosaur in high spirits, and With an excited look on his face, he announced 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! But..."
Speaking of this, the general who had reported the victory 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 few A small number of less important people were captured or surrendered in 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 over the imperial capital, and pondered silently for a long time before issuing the next order: "...In order to reward all the soldiers in the army, let them move freely in the imperial capital for three days..."
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——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, after capturing the city, he could only use "free operations", that is, large-scale plunder, to boost morale - at least this saves money!
After making the above-mentioned decision with difficulty and pushing the imperial capital completely into a pit of fire, Soshar turned around again and looked at the distant north from the top of the mountain - the imperial capital had changed hands, the Senate had fallen apart, and his man who wanted to usurp the throne was unknown. Second brother, what are your plans 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 won'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...and he What I don't even know is that a powerful invader from another world has already sounded the horn of attack at the location of the "Gate" - the Arnus Hills more than 200 kilometers away, showing the world He will kill their ferocious minions... and will eventually become his nightmare.