The Three Kingdoms

"With our defensive line, there is no other way than a hard attack!"

At this moment, the generals standing behind Olveri also became serious.

"Unless!" A young general said suddenly.

"Unless what?" Olveri asked with a sidelong glance at the young Roman general.

"Werther, don't talk nonsense!" Caracalla snorted.

The young man's name is Werther, and he is a general under the command of Caracalla, and also a knight of the Werther family, a nobleman of the Senate in the Roman Empire.

"Your Highness, I want to hear his thoughts!" Olveri said gently, but his voice could not be refuted.

Caracalla stopped talking.

Werther was silent for a while, looked at Caracalla, then at Alveli, and then said: "Our three armies use the east city, north city, and west city as a triangular defense line, and most of the houses in the city, even those belonging to the Eastern Devil Terror artifacts cannot be completely destroyed. In addition to our staggered defense, mobile combat, uncertain camps, and as soon as the war starts, we will start entanglement combat. They have no chance to explode this terrifying weapon. If they attack hard, That would be to make up for that human life. Although the eastern demons are fierce and cruel, we have fought against them many times. They will never use their lives to fight us. They are very sorry for their lives. If there is anything in Damascus that can be attacked There is only one place!"

"where?"

"The coast of the west!"

Witte said: "This is our natural line of defense, but it is also our weakest defense!"

"Ha ha!"

"Speak stupid!"

"Young knights today really don't understand military affairs. The western coastline is beyond the reach of the eastern demons. There is also the Italian First Army guarding the barrier on the sea. This is our strongest place!"

Hearing this, all the generals cast contemptuous eyes at this young general.

"Witter, come back!" Caracalla shouted.

"Yes!"

Werther's eyes were calm, he ignored anyone's ridicule, and retreated indifferently.

Hearing this, Olveri frowned first, then his face became more and more dignified. He glanced sideways at Werther, kept silent for a while, and asked, "Werther, who are you?"

"Report to His Majesty the Pope, my father is Werther Nor of the Senate!" Werther said neither humble nor overbearing.

"So it's Old Werther's son!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Olveri's mouth, and he asked again, "What is your position now?"

"Report to His Majesty the Pope, I am now serving the Empire, the Commander of the First Legion of the Iron Blood Legion!"

"I'm promoting you to be the captain of the ten thousand. You immediately recruit ten thousand people and rush to the west coast, and be careful to defend yourself!" Olveri said decisively.

Even though he didn't believe that the west coast would have a chance of being breached, he still maintained a cautious attitude and dispatched a team of ten thousand people to defend carefully to ensure that there would be no accidents in this battle.

"Yes!"

Werther took the lead.

"Master Pope, do you really believe in this person?"

"As long as it is possible, I will never allow it to happen!" A faint blue light burst out from Olveri's eyes, and his voice was firm: "I must guarantee victory in this battle!"

"Yes!"

The generals stopped talking after feeling Olveri's decisiveness.

The rising sun is like a rainbow, crossing the water surface line, and the golden light shines on the sea surface, as if a layer of faint gold is spread on the water surface.

"Damascus!"

Hundreds of warships gradually emerged from the horizon, and then approached the coast at an extremely fast speed. Lu Meng stood on the deck, staring at the faintly visible outline of Damascus, and murmured softly.

"Lord Poseidon, the city of Damascus has arrived!"

Soon, one by one warships approached the coast and began to drop anchor to fix the ships.

"Login!"

Lu Meng's voice soared into the sky.

"Yes!"

Countless pirates flooded into the city of Damascus.

"What's going on in front?"

At the same time, the [-]-strong battalion led by Werther had arrived on the shore.

"That's the skull flag!"

"No, it's a pirate!"

The Roman army officers and soldiers saw the big ships and pirates appearing on the beach clearly, and many people called out.

"wrong!"

Werther quickly reacted: "The Italian First Army was unable to stop them. These are not ordinary pirates. They are allies of the Eastern Devils, or they are Eastern Devils in the first place. No matter what, kill them!"

"Yes!"

The army rushed forward.

"Master Poseidon, the Romans have found us!"

"How many soldiers and horses?"

"Around ten thousand!"

"Slaughter them for me!"

Hearing this, Lu Meng ordered mercilessly, and said coldly, "Kill!"

An encounter quickly started.

Lu Meng had more than 3 soldiers.

Werther had only [-] soldiers.

In a head-on confrontation, Werther's army was defeated, and instantly turned into scattered soldiers, beaten up and panting with their heads in their hands.

"Stop fighting, they are not ordinary pirates, they are regular soldiers, hurry up and withdraw!"