− Chapter 624 Poisoning
− "Oh my god, this is simply a devil from hell!"
H Looking at the continuous stream of Lombard cavalry rushing toward their own position, Bishop Olof, standing behind the position, sighed repeatedly.
Hence many years ago, as a military priest, he participated in the Crusades which lasted several years. Witness the protracted and extremely bloody war between the pagans and the faithful followers of God.
Although he had experienced the baptism of the battlefield, he was still shocked when faced with such a large-scale cavalry charge.
Orlov was a loyal believer in God, but he was also eager to participate in secular affairs. When he went out with the army, if it weren't for his identity as a priest, he would have taken the sword from the soldiers and rushed forward to dig out the hearts of those pagans.
Now, although I hold a high position in the church and am older, the passion for fighting in my heart is still high. Seeing the Lombard cavalry brutally slaughtering his own soldiers, he could no longer suppress his inner anger. He had to do something.
Without any further thought, Bishop Olof immediately took the more than ten religious guards around him and galloped towards the gap that was about to be breached.
"Hurry up and block the gap! In the name of God, I grant you the right to deprive those demons of their souls! Justice will always belong to God's most loyal believers!"
As soon as Olof finished speaking, all the guards behind him rushed out, carrying God's mission and galloping towards the hot battlefield. The dust behind him was like the clouds and mist accompanying the God of War when he came to the world·
On the frontline battlefield, the Lombard cavalry commander slashed to the left and stabbed to the right. He had just cut down a Guardsman soldier to the ground, and was about to succeed. He looked up and saw enemy reinforcements rushing not far away. He was stunned at first, and then opened his eyes wide. After reacting, his blood surged, he swallowed, and shouted: "Quickly, kill these bastards, rush in and kill them all!"
The Lombard cavalry, which had already killed the red-eyes, began to attack madly and desperately. Immediately afterwards, the soldiers of the Praetorian Guards Car Regiment, who were fighting to the death but were outnumbered, fell to the ground one after another. On the vast battlefield, the Lombard Cavalry turned into a sharp sword, and the sharp blade continued to tear at the weakest line of defense of the Praetorian Guards. Like a turbulent flood, mercilessly impacting the most vulnerable part of the embankment, at any moment,
The river mouth may burst its embankment...
The Western Front battlefield, which was the flashpoint of this battle, was also plunged into war. Coupled with Flanders' main formation, it is naturally the direction in which the Lombards focus their attack.
His eyes returned to the thrilling scene a moment ago.
From the moment the Lombard envoy Roman tore apart the illusion of peace talks, he once again put on the cloak of an assassin. Under the cover of the thick fog, the box containing the parchment also revealed its true face - a carefully designed assassination weapon.
When the captain of Flanders's Iron Guard had just returned, Roman had already followed him. When Flender's face appeared again,
Roman fired a hidden arrow without hesitation. Immediately afterwards, the soldier following behind fired a loud arrow - this was the signal for the assassination to begin.
Although the hidden arrow did not kill in one hit, it was enough.
Seemingly successful, the dead valet who served the Duke of Lombardy showed no signs of retreating. Even though he faced an enemy that was several times more numerous than before, he still led his subordinates behind him straight towards Flanders without hesitation. An inexplicable excitement in his mind made him want to cut off Flanders' head himself and take it back to his master.
The result is obvious.
The assassination team was completely wiped out.
The Captain of the Iron Guard reacted and raised the leather buckler beside him in panic, blocking another hidden arrow that was shot at Flanders from the thick fog.
Immediately afterwards, the Iron Guard Captain gave an order, and Flanders was quickly surrounded by giant shields. Dozens of crossbow arrows were fired in a burst. Roman, who was leading the way, ran into a crossbow arrow that pierced his eyebrows. Another crossbow arrow flew past with a roar and accurately penetrated his heart. Under the huge inertia, Roman threw his head back and fell off the horse, vomiting blood, and his proud eyes gradually dimmed. His weak right hand tried to grab the long sword that had been with him for many years, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not reach it.
Once again, a crossbow arrow pierced the eye socket, and the hilt of the sword in the palm of his hand slowly slipped off, falling into the slowly flowing pool of blood.
The strongest assassin in the Southern Continent quietly fell.
Perhaps soon, when the Lombards recall this war again, his name will appear again, and even become a hero in the hearts of the Lombards.
The remaining Lombard assassins who rushed after Roman rushed straight to Flanders regardless of life or death. However, what they didn't expect was that bursts of arrows pierced the thick fog and killed them one by one.
This assassination under the pretext of peace talks ended temporarily with the defeat of Lombardy.
After the war, Flanders quickly ordered his men to cut off the assailant’s head, stuck it on a dozen spears, and stood more than twenty steps in front of the formation. This is his signal to the Lombards who are about to attack - anyone who tries to take his life will become a ghost under his sword!
With no time to bandage, Flanders immediately sent someone to tell Art and other high-ranking officers to be on guard against enemy attacks. Then he set up a formation and prepared for the next fierce battle "—.Archers, prepare!"
Facing the enemy's second charge, Flanders decided to use the giant powerful crossbow to kill the enemy.
In the first battle, the Lombard cavalry attacked quickly and fiercely, and at one point almost broke through the resistance horses in front of the formation. At the critical moment, Flanders took the lead and led the Iron Guard to quickly fill the gap and push back the Lombard cavalry. The gray-faced Lombards reorganized themselves for a while, and after deployment, they quickly launched a second charge.
With the bow string making a muffled sound, more than a dozen crossbow arrows about two meters long trembled their tail fins, passed through the fluttering flags, and flew towards the charging Lombard cavalry~
After a while, the crossbow arrows screamed through the thick fog and shot straight towards the Lombards, colliding with the fine armor and the flesh of the cavalry. In an instant, the armor was torn apart by a huge force, and the crossbow arrow penetrated directly into the chest of the cavalry. The huge force penetrated the entire body of the cavalry, and the cavalry behind them shot down several unlucky guys one after another. The body that was shot off the horse then tripped over the galloping horses, triggering a series of accidents. Seven or eight war horses fell to the ground one after another, slamming the cavalrymen on their backs to the ground. For a moment, there were crisp sounds of broken bones and muffled sounds of flesh hitting the ground.
Seeing the Lombards being shot to the ground like wild boars, the soldiers in the Praetorian Guards position cheered for joy, kept hitting their shields with their swords, and yelled curses at the Lombard cavalry.
After several rounds of volley fire, the Lombard cavalry suffered heavy losses and slowed down the attack. Taking advantage of this gap, Flanders seized the opportunity and moved the battle line forward to further compress the Lombards' space.
However, something unexpected happened - although the wound was treated in time, the right side of Flanders' face began to become numb. His face looked a little pale, his lips turned purple, the wound scratched by the bow and arrow began to ooze dark brown blood, and dark red patches began to spread from the wound.
The news that Flanders had been poisoned soon reached the ears of Earl Art of Wales. At this time, Art, who had just repelled the third attack of the Lombards and was also preparing to advance the front, once again stood at a crossroads.
At this time, the two sides were already at war, but as the coach, King Flanders suddenly became poisonous, which would inevitably affect the situation on the entire battlefield. Once the news is leaked, whether it is internally or externally, it will inevitably shake the morale of the military. Once the invasion occurs, the Bardians will definitely take this opportunity to launch a massive attack. Not only will the Guards themselves be unable to protect themselves, I am afraid that the Wells Army will also be trapped in a tight siege.
While Ater was in a dilemma, Galvin, the palace finance minister, hurriedly ran towards Ater under the escort of his guards.
hurry, it’s not good—“”
Galvin gasped and ran towards Art, looking panicked. From his face, Art knew that the situation was not optimistic.
hh "Father-in-law, why are you here?"
hh Att quickly stepped forward and helped Galvin, who almost fell to the ground.
Galvin swallowed a gulp of water, took a deep breath, his sweaty face was red, and he couldn't stop wiping it.
Galvin looked around, then slowly leaned into Art's ear and whispered: "Flender was too deeply poisoned and began to fall into a coma. Before this matter has spread, you should make an idea quickly."
Looking at Galvin's anxious look, Art knew that this matter must be worse than he imagined. The whole country goes to war and the king is assassinated. The situation cannot be worse than this.
After all, paper cannot cover the fire, but if the fire has not spread yet, there is still room to put it out.
After thinking quickly, Art immediately rode on his horse and followed Galvin to Flanders' camp.
As soon as Lord Galvin opened the door curtain, Flanders' figure appeared in front of Art. However, this time he did not stand in the crowd, but lay alone on the makeshift wooden bed.
The court doctor was half-kneeling beside the bed, wiping the wounds that had begun to fester with water. Seeing Art appearing beside the bed, the high-ranking officers surrounding the bed slowly gave way, and the doctor also stood up and saluted.
"Lord Art, the poison on the monarch's face spread too fast, and it was discovered too late. Due to the conditions here, if it is not treated in time, I'm afraid——"
Looking at Flanders's darkened face, Art suddenly remembered the scene when he first visited Longxia Territory. At that time, Flanders was in high spirits. The temperament he exuded and the deep eyes made Art willing to follow him until he helped him win the battle for succession.