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"Here's the evidence—"

King Arthur pointed to the sundries piled up in a corner of the camp. It could be seen that they were weapons dropped by the Roman army in the siege battle today, but the style of the painting was really a bit wrong: millstones, sieves, iron pots and kettles were obviously daily necessities. all mixed in.

The knights of the round table are smart people, they know that this is not ridiculous, but a kind of deep despair.

The blond king smiled, knocked on the table and said, "Even Pompey, a well-known general of the generation who manages the army well, will inevitably be attacked by his teammates. I don't know which stupid commander threw these things in a hurry."

"I remember that there is still a small area of ​​farmland in Florence, and it happens to be the season of wheat harvest, but there is no need for a mill... Either the wheat harvest fails, or it is consumed at an alarming rate. Either way, it is confirmed by the side a profound food crisis in Florence."

King Arthur kicked the iron pot away, casually picked up the kettle and looked at it.

"This thing is obviously a daily necessities from the people, and even the water bottle is not spared. It seems that the autumn wind of the Roman army beating its own people is a bit too much."

"The siege lasted more than three months, and the Knights cut off food routes, water channels, and all entrances and exits. Florence, which has lost supplies, is useless no matter how rich it used to be. Pompeii has already run out of ammunition and food, and is at the end of the road."

"You can imagine the situation in Florence in the past three months: first, most of the civilians were starved to death, and the rest were plundered by the Roman army, suffering from hunger and cold. Then, all the animals were eaten, and it was people's turn after eating the animals. Yizi and eating and dissecting and cooking. In the end... I dare say there are no civilians in the city, because they have been eaten by the Roman soldiers."

The knights of the round table were moved, and a chill crept up from their backs. They were all shocked.

The hell King Arthur described was too exaggerated, but they had to believe in the judgment of the war god king, that was the most terrifying.

The ironclad evidence is indisputable.

What a horrible sight: the knights were approaching the city, blocking the siege of little Florence and cutting off all supplies.The Roman army, who was short of food and clothing, couldn't bear the hardships, and extended their evil hands to the civilians in the city, requisitioning, robbing, looting, and pulling young men... In the end, they even literally swallowed them alive.

You know, Pompey led an army of [-] elite troops, and everyone was hungry after a day of high-intensity combat. The consumption rate of [-] soldiers was not enough for Florence to last for a month.

Without water or food, why did the city defenders persist for so long?

"Liya, do you have any evidence?"

This time it was Yangno's turn to ask questions. As a modern person, she dared not imagine what Hayasaka Ai had depicted.

"War is no small matter. Of course, a logical deduction that influences decision-making is rigorous. Today's flaws alone are not enough to judge. Of course, I have observed it for a long time."

"what?"

Ai Hayasaka said in a gloomy tone, "For example, generally speaking, after a battle, the Roman army would throw down the corpses of the knights who were killed on the city wall. But I have been observing for two consecutive weeks, and during this period, they never threw down the corpses. Corpse..."

"Uh...cough cough!"

Yang Nai's complexion changed, even though she was used to wars in Xingyue online games, when she thought of such a scene, her stomach would churn.

Ai Hayasaka was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect that she was too expressive and frightened even the girl.

She quickly acted like a gentleman to support Morgan's delicate body, Hayasaka Ai used her bumpy body to support Morgan, and the extreme distance increased the transmission of body temperature.Exhale like blue, heartbeat can be heard.Morgan raised his brows, but he didn't push Ai Hayasaka away, but just moved away a little.

Well, I have to promise that No.1 can feel safe sometimes.

"All in all, I'm sure the situation inside the Fortress of Florence has reached its limit, and it's almost ready to enter the next offensive." Ai Hayasaka murmured, "It's just that I have to wait for a signal..."

Flutter!

Suddenly, a carrier pigeon made a magic puff and flew into the coach's tent with flashing wings, and landed on Morgan's shoulder obediently.The homing pigeon obviously looks dusty and has not forgotten to comb its feathers.

"Thanks for your hard work, No. 233, it must be very hard to travel by sea."

Morgan smiled, took out a note from the homing pigeon's lap and looked at it.After a while, she nodded, "Cao Cao Cao Cao is coming, the good news you've been waiting for, Liya. Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table, has landed secretly in Sicily, and will soon form an outflanking trend in Rome."

"Of course, there is also the structure diagram of the fortress you want. I already know the weakness of Pompey's Noble Phantasm through the magician's vision sharing. First use my Noble Phantasm to suppress it, and then you will destroy the core."

Ai Hayasaka laughed loudly, "Okay, now we can win Florence at the lowest cost."

The final conditions have been met, so what are you waiting for!

"I declare that the city will be broken tonight!"

The blond king waved his sleeves, pointing the country in high spirits.

"Wait a minute, will Your Majesty be too hasty? For the past three months, we have only been attacking blindly, and we have no other preparations at all." Lancelot warned.

Morgan and Hayasaka looked at each other and smiled. The sense of tacit understanding was obvious, which shocked all the Knights of the Round Table: Could it be that when the Knights were attacking at the front, King Arthur and the Duke of Ireland had long been planning to break the city.

"Hehe, if you haven't noticed, then Pompey is even less likely to notice. For example: Why didn't one of the eight sieges in 220 be at night, why did Morgan use the [Island Lord] treasure to cause earthquakes every night, Why do I always maintain a minimum siege intensity...and, why do we have to reward the entire army with a banquet every seven nights!"

Lancelot, Gawain, and Bedivere looked at each other, and they naturally couldn't see through King Arthur's profound wisdom.

In fact, King Arthur's use of soldiers like a god is not a day or two. How can he simply spend three months in vain? There must be a foreshadowing.

"In the final analysis, the reason why I can't attack for a long time is not because I worry about losses. This is indeed Pompey's conspiracy. He bet on the last and strongest power of the Roman Empire and abruptly turned the Battle of Florence into a war of extermination. , so even I dare not judge lightly. Otherwise, Britain, which defeated the Roman Empire, will also be in a slump, and there will be no winners."

"Typical lossy blackmail, simple but effective..."

Ai Hayasaka shook her head with a wry smile. She, a once crazy financial speculator, did not dare to take risks and had to be careful.

The next set of plans is an unprecedented three-month plan that the traversers have built steadily.

Refer to the battle of Wang Jian to destroy Chu, it is a dragging formula.There is no conspiracy or overt conspiracy, I am richer than you and someone just wants to drag you to death.The so-called war of annihilation is the most direct collision of comprehensive national power.

"Britain's red dragon banner will fly in Florence at dawn."

Chapter 207 Besieged City, Besieged on All Sides

At night, the stars and the moon hung high, and Florence ended a bloody day.

Pompey stood on the towering city wall, holding onto the blood-stained masonry with one hand, silently staring at the Knights camp in the distance...

The enemy army is having a celebration banquet once every seven days, and the bright lights in the camp can be seen from a long distance away.They laughed and laughed, chatted happily, wrestled, played football, and competed in martial arts. This kind of army has discipline and morale, and it has been a nightmare for Pompeii to defend the city for three months.However, today I suddenly feel a little envious...

"What am I thinking!" Pompeo shook his head.

He suddenly woke up: Even the dignified commander himself was shaken for a while, what will happen to those low-level soldiers?What would this group of people who burned, killed, looted, and devoured their own people have become inhuman... what would they think?

Pompey turned his head and looked around, and saw the heartbreaking scene that made his beloved soldier like a son:

The thin, yellow-faced and disheveled Roman soldiers lay on the short battlements, looking out like eager children. Even though their bodies were thin and dry, their eyes were piercing.

It is the light of longing, the light that cannot be stopped, how bright it is.

"Hey, we can't last long, maybe we will be defeated at any time." Pompey murmured.

"General, what are you talking about?" The adjutant on the side said firmly, "The city wall is still high, and the general's treasures are still brilliant. Isn't it useless to conquer an opponent as strong as King Arthur? Since we can resist three months, then we can continue to resist."

"It's different now than three months ago. The city has run out of ammunition and food, and even has to eat... In short, the fighting will of the defenders has reached the lowest point."

"This... indeed..."

Pompey sighed, "Actually, my tactics have always been to show the determination to resist desperately, which made King Arthur afraid of losing, but she seems to have seen through it from the beginning, and has always maintained a tepid attack intensity, which is just enough to consume the defenders' supplies. But her own side did not suffer much. King Arthur knew my tactics, so she chose to use the most direct national strength to compete, not because Pompey is not strong, but because the Roman Empire is in danger."

King Arthur's tactics are supernatural, and her tactical prediction is too advanced. From the beginning, she expected that I would fight a war of attrition, and then followed suit.Pompey said heartily.

Facing the shadow of a famous tree, Pompey felt an inexplicable pressure at the beginning of his expedition in the face of such a King Arthur, who was blessed with the aura of a king, an undefeated army god, and a dragon slayer.Think about it carefully, am I better than the barbarians and Vortigern back then?

Of course, Pompeo is not belittling himself, but he needs to understand the enemy commander.

Pompeo remembered that the two had only met each other from a distance since the start of the war:

In the chaotic battlefield, one person was on the towering city wall and the other was in front of the majestic army formation. The two eyes met for a moment.Pompey saw it, and saw an ambitious territory: from the British Isles to the Persian Gulf, annexing the wilderness and sweeping the world.If the eyes are the windows of a person's soul, then King Arthur's emerald pupils reflect this vast land.

At that moment, Pompey forgot to breathe.

Who has such lofty ambitions, even Julius Caesar, who was in his prime, would not dare. King Arthur not only has the will of Bao Juyun, but also has a steady heart.She seems to have done something earth-shattering before, and coming to Europa from Britain is just another way to repeat her great achievements.

In the eyes of others, it was an unimaginable feat, but King Arthur was not surprised by honor or disgrace, and then continued to move steadily to plan the next step.Pompey had only met King Arthur once, but he was deeply shocked by the curtain of planning.

Why do knights never attack at night?Why are there small earthquakes every night?Pompey was puzzled.

"Arturia Pendoragon, this person cannot be judged by common sense."

"Three months is a delicate number for both the Knights and the Roman army. At this time, we must beware of King Arthur's actions..."

Suddenly, a song interrupted Pompey.

Along with the melodious melody of "jingle bells" and magnificent songs, they came from the brightly lit British barracks in the distance.How familiar, how sweet, that is - the Romans singing:

[The long wind is a song, the lonely smoke in the desert, the people on the expedition, a narrative poem of their hometown~]

[I swear to the sky, I would rather die than submit, may my bones become firewood to warm my hometown in winter, and wish my old friend~]

[The fire is bright, the letters from home are thousands of miles away, may my songs spread to the steeple church in my hometown, I wish my friends~]

The chorus of thousands of people shook the world, and every Roman soldier who heard it burst into tears.They put down the weapons in their hands, and they rushed to the city wall, staring eagerly at the military camp in the distance, as if that was their hometown.

The songs of nostalgia resonate most with people who have traveled far away, and the iron-clad men can't hold it anymore. From the songs, the Romans heard the waves of Sicily, the shells of Sardinia, the hustle and bustle of the Colosseum, and the innermost feelings. harbor.

"It's so nice, it's the accent of my hometown..."

"Mom and Dad, my wife, and my daughter who is less than five years old, I miss them..."

"Why, why are there Romans singing in the British barracks!"

Pompey was horrified.

What a King Arthur!You're murdering and you're going to kill yourself!

He grabbed his adjutant and said anxiously but softly, "Quickly, go back and let all resting soldiers stay in the room and not go out. The gendarmerie was dispatched urgently to prevent...no, prepare to suppress the roar of the camp. "

"Obey, and be careful yourself."

Pompey clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He suddenly thought of a possibility: Why didn't the Knights 230 attack at night?It's very simple, this is because the Roman army has formed a habit, and no one, including myself, can expect the real battle of breaking the city... Maybe it will happen at night!

I have to admit that Pompey, as a famous Roman general, did respond quickly, but he still didn't guess all the foreshadowing of the night attack.

At the same time, far away in the British military camp, the blond king put down his binoculars.

She said lightly, "Okay, let's get through the tunnel."

The witch put her hands together with a snap, and the magic power surged all over her body, setting off a surging storm.

Noble Phantasm Liberation - Lord of the Island! ! !

Rumble!Surrounding the entire Florentine fortress, mounds of soil were raised, and they were firmly thrown on the city wall in a slope shape.As expected of an anti-national treasure, it changed the shape of the surface on a large scale as soon as it was shot.

The shaking continued, until there was a granite passage that was wide enough to run a horse through the ground.With a click, a rift opened up in a hidden corner of Florence, as did the British Army Camp.

Because of frequent earthquakes, the Roman army did not dare to take anti-tunnel fortifications, so Morgan dug a tunnel in three months.

Tonight, the battle to destroy the country begins!

Chapter 208 The Battle of Destroying the Country Is Today (Addition)

Rumble!When the Roman army couldn't react, the towering city walls were directly surrounded by a mound of soil, and now they could drive straight in without the ladder knights.This move has greatly reduced the advantage of the defenders.

Pompey looked at the raised mound under the city wall, and he gritted his teeth, "I have suspected for a long time, so the truth of this earthquake is a treasure! You actually hid your trump card for so long, King Arthur."