Chapter 722 The military fort changes hands
In the northern camp, there was a scene of busyness and chaos.
The team escorting the prisoners shuttled back and forth in the camp, and from time to time they shouted and cursed at this group of wolves and foxes.
The Lombard cavalry, who had been so arrogant not long ago, were now dejected, with exhaustion and despair in their eyes. Their hands were either tied up with ropes, or they were supporting each other, walking heavily toward the designated place of detention.
The injured prisoners were limping one by one, and the wounds were still oozing blood, dripping on the ground, stained with red dust~
The Burgundian soldiers escorting the prisoners aside had serious expressions, holding weapons, and watched the group of Lombards vigilantly to prevent them from making any changes.
At the same time, the fire-fighting work in the camp is nearing completion. Only a few haystacks near the village entrance were still smoking.
"Quick, bring the bucket!"
Next to the fire, Rigg shouted loudly to the soldiers not far away, and then stamped out the embers of hay that were ignited by the wind.
When all the haystacks that had been set alight a few hours ago were put out, the soldiers were almost soaked to the skin.
Looking at the charred wood, scattered ashes and broken utensils everywhere in the camp, Rigg fanned out the pungent smell of smoke that filled the air and sighed heavily.
Looking back on the war here, it was really a thrilling battle.
When the leader, Viscount Grant, led more than two hundred cavalry into the camp like an arrow from a string. The dust that was raised was like the mist of death rising on the battlefield.
As soon as they entered the camp, the Lombard cavalry lit torches without hesitation and ran towards the tarp pile. When the torches ignited dozens of haystacks, the explosive flames were like a unleashed demon, devouring everything with its teeth and claws. The hay crackled in the flames and smoke billowed out. The huge fire lit up the entire night sky.
When the blond baron led his men into the enemy camp, they found that there was no one inside. However, when they realized that this was a trap, it was too late to regret. At this time, Red, the deputy commander of the cavalry company hidden in the dense forest to the west, was like a ghost, leading dozens of cavalry to block the exit like a black tide. The dust raised by the horse's hooves was like a curtain of death rising slowly.
On the hill, Kazak is like a majestic lion, his eyes are as cold as the stars in the cold night.
Following his order, the soldiers lifted up the turf one after another, just like lifting the lid of the Valley of Death. Immediately afterwards, several bombs flew into the air, drew several arcs in the air, and then hit the Lombard cavalry like angry meteors.
In an instant, the sound of explosions resounded through the sky, and more than twenty Lombard cavalry were lifted high like leaves swept by the strong wind, and they were turned upside down. The blown-up limbs danced wildly in the air, and blood foam sprayed in the air like red flowers; the war horse's legs and feet were blown off, and it fell to the ground with a cry of mourning, its hoofs still twitching.
Before the Lombards could recover from the fear of the bombs, bows, arrows and spears took turns to attack like raindrops.
The arrows, carrying the roar of death, pounced on the prey down the mountain like a falcon. The spear throwers raised their short spears high and threw them with the force of the downward thrust. After the spears spun a few times, they began to harvest the lives of their enemies like the scythe of death.
After a shower of arrows and flying spears, nearly one-third of the Lombard cavalry rolled off their horses. Some were pierced by spears and fell into a pool of blood screaming. Before the soldiers who still had the energy to get up had time to react, the men and horses on the surrounding mountaintops rushed down like a raging flood. They waved the swords in their hands, their eyes full of excitement.
After the first round of attack, the Lombard cavalry lost more than half of their lives and wounded after a short period of resistance, seriously weakening their vitality. When the cavalry led by Red surrounded them, the remaining people were already unable to fight back and fell one after another amidst the piercing and slashing sounds of spears and swords.
The corpses were lying on the ground in a mess, having been trampled by horses' hooves into a meal of flesh. Blood gathered into streams on the land, flowing with the bloody smell of death.
Before the second wave of bombs hit, all the Lombard cavalry led by Grant surrendered, dropped their swords one after another, and fell to their knees...
In this battle, the garrison camp annihilated more than a hundred Lombard cavalry at a small cost of fourteen casualties, and almost everyone who surrendered was injured.
When the raging fire lit up the sky above the camp, Terman, who was on the wall of Solenberg, thought that the Lombard cavalry had successfully attacked the camp.
As everyone knows, the defeat of this battle has been decided, and he is just struggling in vain.
When the morning sun passed over the hills and shone on this battlefield, Kazak got on the horse led by his own soldiers, took a small group of cavalry with him, lightly kicked the horse's belly, and slowly headed south~
Just a moment ago, he received an order from the Chinese Army and went to Solonborg to attend the military meeting. The supplies and prisoners in the rear camp will be in charge of flag captain Rigg, and they will all be loaded into trucks and sent to Solonborg.
At this time, the strong fortress had already changed its character and changed its owner overnight. The new owner is none other than Art Wood Wells, the son of Baron Wellsburg a few years ago.
Solenberg has long been a scene of hustle and bustle.
When the war ended, the residents who had been hiding for several days walked out of their homes one after another, looking curiously at the soldiers who were completely different from the Soronborg defenders. A group of children shuttled among the crowd, their eyes shining with excitement. They pointed at the soldiers' armor and weapons, and chattered about them.
“Look, the armor of those soldiers is so beautiful!” A little boy said excitedly. “Yes, they must have won many battles!” The little girl on the side agreed.
An old man walked slowly on crutches with a happy smile on his face. "These soldiers are so brave. They finally drove away those bastards, and our homeland is safe again."
Obviously, the old man had long been looking forward to the arrival of these northern soldiers. Because not long ago, when this group of Lombard soldiers who were resisting the northerners were stationed here, they often did some sneaky things, causing many families to suffer. The residents of Solonborg dared not speak out about the atrocities committed by these soldiers.
· On both sides of the street, merchants who had been silent for a long time also came out of their shops, with a hint of expectation and calculation in their eyes.
“I heard that the Burgundians have gained a lot this time. I wonder what kind of business opportunities it will bring to us?” A silk merchant said to himself.
"Yeah, if you can cooperate with them, you might be able to make a lot of money." The jewelry merchant next to him held his chin and looked at the soldiers patrolling back and forth on the street, thoughtfully.
In a granary near the inner fort, the soldiers were busy gathering weapons and grain. Some of them were carrying short spears, and some were pulling wagons filled with grain, and they kept shouting slogans.
"One, two, one, two! Everyone, work harder!" shouted a squad leader, and the voice spread throughout this small fortress~
On the city wall not far away, Art looked at everything in the city, silently planning the next arrangement in his heart.
"Sergeant Major, you immediately arrange for manpower to take over the city defense and ensure the safety of Sauronburg. In addition, patrols around Sauronburg must be strengthened to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of any opportunities!"
Angus looked at Art and replied: "Don't worry, sir, I have already made arrangements."
Art was satisfied √ point He nodded, looked at Odo again, and ordered: "Odo, go and comfort the wounded soldiers in the camp for me, bring them some medicine and good food, and let them know that I, Art, have not forgotten their efforts."
After patrolling around the city wall, Art led Angus, Ron and others towards the camp where the prisoners were held~
After this battle, more than half of the defenders of Solonborg were killed or wounded.
Although the weather was cold at this time and the dead bodies would not return for a while and would rot and stink, Art still ordered people to burn the bodies of the dead Lombard soldiers together to avoid bringing diseases.
The remaining captured soldiers were divided into two parts: those who surrendered voluntarily and those who surrendered passively. Of course, although they are both prisoners, their treatment is indeed different.
· Art will never be soft-hearted towards those who fight to the death. In addition to the meager food and drinking water to maintain vital signs, they lived in a large open space surrounded by logs outside Solonborg. No matter it's freezing cold or snowy, no one cares about their life or death.
Those soldiers who surrendered voluntarily were treated much better. In addition to eating half-full food, at least they didn't have to starve and freeze in the open space outside the fort.
Ate walked down the steps and came to the open space outside the city near the free market.
At the squadron leader who was guarding the prisoners saw Ate coming, he hurriedly greeted him.
"Sir~"
Att nodded and said to the squadron leader: "Strengthen the guard and never let these bastards have any chance to escape!" After speaking, Art glanced at the surrendered soldiers huddled in the corner. They were all very energetic and their bodies were still shaking.
"Sir, please rest assured, they cannot escape from our grasp even if they have wings!"
At this time, an officer came to report, "Sir, we have clearly counted the number of prisoners. There are a total of 1,350 people. Except for a few nobles, most of them are ordinary soldiers."
Matt nodded and said: "Put the noble prisoners in separate places and send people to keep strict supervision."
The officer replied: "Yes, sir, I will make arrangements right away."
Matt approached the fence and looked at the prisoners. He said: "Don't worry, as long as you are honest, I will spare your life. But if anyone dares to try to escape or make trouble, don't blame my soldiers for being ruthless. The punishment for escaping is the same as the owners of the heads hanging on the city gate!
The prisoners lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
After leaving the prisoner camp, Art returned to the inner fort and continued to arrange follow-up matters.
…Bob, you must lead someone to count all the materials seized this time, sort out the weapons, grain, grass and other materials for me, and keep records. "Art said to the secretary of the Chinese army beside him.
Bob replied respectfully: "Yes, sir, I'll do it right away."
After arranging everything, it was almost noon. The Artemium Radiation Team, which has become the master of Sauronburg, prepares a sumptuous lunch for all the soldiers to reward them for their dedication and sacrifice in this battle.
At this point, Wellsburg finally returned to the hands of the descendants of the Wells family after a few years.
Although the family territory has been regained, the family honor has not been restored and the family shame has not been washed away. Therefore, soon, Art will lead the army to continue southward, use force to restore the honor of the Wells family, and use the long sword to wash away the shame of many years.