The Black Scepter

() On the walls of Mullental, the Jihad's offensive seems to have finally achieved results.

Without the cover of Hydera and Sphinx, and the magical support given to the Jihad by countless magicians, at least two hundred of the siege teams of the Holy Gabriel Empire have established a foothold at the head of the city. , Began a melee combat with Byzantine soldiers!

Giovanni sat in the Chinese military camp a few kilometers away. Although it was dark, he saw the brightly-lit city walls clearly. After the team of soldiers gradually gained an advantage at the head of the city, His Majesty the Pope, who had always clenched his fists, discovered that his palm was full of sweat...

Go on, go on... this war cannot be lost, the Holy See can no longer lose, and I...can't lose either.

If there is a guy in history who has only lost the Holy See for three months, then the words "the last decade" must be unavoidable. This is the result that no ambitionist wants to see, Giova. The same is true of Nepal.

The news of the defeat of the 200,000 army has not yet reached here. Giovanni knew that this kind of news must not be known to the current army, so he blocked all the channels of the Vatican that could pass the message and put an end to all the possibility of leaking... Otherwise, under the chaos of the army, the "Jihad Army" may have no more fighting spirit.

Looking around, his "Papal Guard" never spoke much, and the ten "Executioners" did not have to doubt loyalty... As for the old things of the Cardinals... The Pope’s Hall has been blocked by his own magic. Now, don't even think of a fly flying inside.

Just a moment in my heart, the scout running from the back stumbled towards the Chinese army, and the sound of the horseshoe was very rapid, so that the always vigilant Giovanni suddenly stood up-he looked back at the twinkling stars behind the big troops in the night light A little bit of light, but did not see the dazzling light when the imagination of the Master Group attacked, and did not hear the excessive horseshoe or footsteps in the distance.

After a moment of concentration, Giovanni felt like he was under pressure because of some stress, and he felt a little irritable and got up and asked, "What happened?"

The scout could not directly meet the pope, and the information he relayed immediately attracted the attention of several bishops, and then the bishop Stewart in the robe ran to report to Giovanni... Immediately, his first sentence made this The young pope was stunned...

"The Pope...the logistics forces suddenly spread rumors that the other three fronts of the mainland were completely defeated overnight, and they said that the enemy was unstoppable, and there were ghosts like gods helping each other... The warlord is trying to contain this situation. Naive rumors are unbelievable, and the situation can certainly be effectively controlled—"

He looked up at His Majesty the Pope, but found that he was a few steps back, pale, and could not even speak with his mouth open...

Bishop Stewart felt awkward and immediately understood what was happening. He didn’t take it seriously when he first heard the news...people with normal brains wouldn’t believe that the Holy See army overwhelmed several countries that had been crushed before, but seeing the reaction of His Majesty the Pope, Stewart immediately believed. Halfway...

"...These are all rumors, and I immediately confessed that the heart of the chaotic army, all unclean people who were invaded by demons in their bodies and consciousness..." Giovanni's eyes suddenly showed a trace of ruthlessness, that It was an aggressive atmosphere that made Bishop Stuart breathe, "If these contaminated suffering people do not know how to repent, then let the Warlord...'purify' them!"

This is perhaps the most murderous "holy oracle" of all popes ever.

Stewart led his life and turned away, only to feel that his legs did not seem to be his own. Looking at the barracks and a team of soldiers who seemed to be stable in front of him, he tried to digest the news he had just got in his heart. His expression was as calm as possible, but In my mind, I have begun to understand...

This battle is no longer going in the predetermined direction.

Just before he passed the "Holy Oracle" to the rear army through the scout, Bishop Stewart and the pope who frowned closely in the distance would never have thought... that there were more than three hundred hidden in the entire rear barracks where the storm was brewing. Bloodline members.

Moheikeer was wearing standard jihadist armor standing in the array, looking helplessly at the dark sky in the distance. The wry smile at the corner of his mouth had not faded, but no one noticed his expression in the dark, only when he was An ordinary soldier.

Wanting to hide from the 200,000 army is a breeze for the blood clan chased by the Holy Gabriel Empire for so many years. Mohaiker talked and laughed with several "comrades" who had just met, and talked about his manners as a new recruit full of anticipation and waiting to purify the "heretics". He kept his mouth closed and did not leave the "His Majesty the Pope" and looked forward from time to time It seems that I hope that the Pope will come here to extend his condolences at any time.

"The Holy Light is on, if you are still so excited on the battlefield."

A soldier passing by couldn't stand Mohekel's noise and sighed, but then he noticed a clamoring noise in front of him, and hurried over to check the situation, but the uniformed warlord was grabbing with indignation. Several soldiers said:

"...There is no reason to talk nonsense here, don't you know the consequences of that?!"

"Not what I said! Not what I said!"

"That's what he told me... The 200,000 army is broken, the fool believes! You are a **** who sells souls to demons, do you want to frame me?"

"enough!"

The warlord grabbed a few soldiers who were constantly explaining, and said sternly: "Whoever has the most nonsense, I have the right to deal with military law! Do you understand? You--tell me who said these words first?"

"I don’t know, I don’t know... I only heard that voice saying, ‘if not, why did His Majesty the Pope sit in the military in person? Is there no one in the Vatican?’”

The warlords and soldiers in the debate were stunned by this sentence, and the silence began to spread with a chill. The warlords who had originally sternly reprimanded the soldiers appeared hesitant. This silence began to affect the soldiers in the distance, and the quarrel turned into a buzzing whisper, such as the devil's whisper.

Immediately... the sound of discussion began to spread rapidly like a plague throughout the rear troops...

When the warlords came back to God, everything was too late.

Mohekel looked at the innocent fellow, nodded with satisfaction, and disappeared into the crowd.

Bishop Stewart's order came a step late, and when the warlords received the Pope's "Holy Oracle", the whole situation had begun to gradually break away from their control.

Although there were thousands of warlords in the rear barracks, their loyalty to the pope was not as good as the "pope's guard". No one is brainless, and the soldiers are not stupid. Now when the excitement of the pope’s presence gradually recedes, someone suddenly disseminates the news, even if they say 10,000 “impossible” in their minds, they will always remember What about the "probable" probability...

In case...in case this rumor is true?

The warlords found that their hearts were gradually flustered, and the soldiers in front of them had some uneasiness and doubts. Although the situation was quickly suppressed, the news was like a thorn, stuck in it. Soldiers' hearts are simply difficult to remove.

More than two hours later, the rumors of "the crusade of the jihadist army last night" spread throughout the entire rear force. If the jihadist army in front of the city wall had an absolute advantage, there might be soldiers questioning the chief. Now...

By this time, the rear of the Jihad had remained calm and restrained, and it looked as usual.

At midnight, the siege battle entered a fierce phase, and there were more and more jihadis on the walls of Murenthal-in the previous battles, the two sides sawed each other on the wall, and Byzantium lost the wall and won several times. When I returned, blood was spilling over the paved road, and thousands of corpses lay on it, but the soldiers' shouting and killing became louder.

The holy light constantly illuminates the soldiers on the city wall. Occasionally a few magic drops fall, bringing up a piece of arm debris and screams, but after all, this chaotic situation cannot be changed. Until now, the jihadist troops in front were full of fighting because of the arrival of the pope, but Byzantium was gradually depressed because of the delayed arrival of the reinforcements. Under this situation, the wall was finally unable to support and was completely captured by the jihadist...

The subsequent offensive no longer required the command of Giovanni-after the city was broken, the team entered in order, the rear army guarded the big camp, the Chinese army slowly followed up, and scouted to continue the radiation investigation. Such a rule can basically be achieved by a commander who knows a little about the strategy, and the elite Jihad in Giovanni is no exception. He was very suffocated at the moment. After all, the victory he was about to win was the only chance for the Jihad to regain morale. He must not miss it!

For the offensive and defensive sides of this era, once the city wall is occupied, or the city gate is broken, it basically means the fall of the city-Mullentar is not a large fortress, and the second inner wall is not tall. At this time, the Byzantine soldiers basically lost their fighting spirit, and when they retreated to the inner city wall, most of them did not have much fighting intention...

"Won."

Giovanni breathed a sigh of relief. The imaginary enemy did not come out to make trouble, and the pope finally let go of his suspended heart. After the city was won with no fear, the Holy See would have enough breathing opportunities. It may not be realistic to re-sweep the mainland at this time, but it is an extremely feasible plan to replace the rich land of Byzantium!

Thinking about the next countermeasures in his heart, the scout who hurriedly came from the back reported a message that made him frown suddenly-"Blood clan's large-scale attack, almost nested and came to attack Isingale!"

At this time, what kind of excitement does the blood tribe come together? After Giovanni reached the pope's throne, his attitude towards the blood tribe was very determined, and it was an attitude of not leaving the road behind and annihilating it. There were thousands of vampires who were executed daily by the sacred Gabriel empire in the past. , But all of them were suppressed by **** means. It is a bit of a coincidence now that there is a rebound at this time...

Giovanni's pale face changed slightly. He never believed in any coincidence. As long as the battle did not end, he would not really consider himself a winner. He asked a few more words, and the pope learned that these blood races were powerful. There are nearly a hundred Earl-class blood races that can fly, and they attacked from the air and opened the city gate. The defender of Isingale was broken before the city’s response...

Before waiting to hear the news, the scouts that followed ushered in the news that shocked him again-all of Yisenger's bread and butter were burned by the blood race!

"How can it be?!"

This is the only problem echoed in Giovanni's mind-Isengell, as the largest and most recent granary supporting this jihadist army, has always been known as a "solid ruin", how can it be said that it was burnt Burned?

Immediately, the third batch of scouts came to let him finally understand the reason...

William Creman, the dark monarch in the history book, led nearly all the remaining blood races on the continent to launch an attack on Isenger. The terrible strength of the "king" blood lineage was completely cleared by the autumn wind and the leaves. The strength finally succeeded.

The food supply chain of the army is broken, and the impact on the soldiers is extremely serious, but because there is still a pillar in the Vatican, the army of 200,000 people will not immediately collapse because of this news, but it makes everyone’s minds again. It was covered with a shadow, and Giovanni felt that a large net was slowly covering his head...

Uneasy emotions enveloped Giovanni once again, and he turned his head sharply, but found that in the shady scene a few kilometers away, the middle of the barracks inexplicably ignited a huge fire-this time, even the dare not talk more Bishop Stewart was all in disbelief.

Giovanni took the opportunity to say decisively, "Go and find out the situation immediately! If there are mutineers and those who make trouble, kill!"

The pope was as merciless as a cold-blooded general on the battlefield, but he was calm on the surface, but anxious in his heart-where did the fire burn? It’s okay if it’s a camp account, if it’s a heavy load... When he thinks about the good things the blood tribes have just done, he immediately illuminates his mind, and thinks of the most reasonable explanation: Murphys is preparing to get paid at the bottom of the kettle. Win the battle!

The news quickly returned, and as expected, a large number of the inside of the barracks were burned.

Because the fire could not be stopped at all, and the sergeants in the rear could not put out the fire at all, the scattered soldiers began to appear in a small range of chaos. The warlords who received the pope's order to squash were useless and directly killed nearly a hundred people. Killed several warlords!

Obviously, Mohaikel is leading the blood subordinates to expand the chaos...

Giovanni's pupils shrank, and he didn't expect that just a few news and a fire would make this previously strong morale army difficult to care about-looking up at the completely captured The city wall and the open city gate, the pope thought for a moment, and finally made a ruthless decision: "The order, the former army crushed the city, and the Chinese reserve team discarded all the weight and useless armor and occupied Mullentar at the fastest speed! The army's reserve team gathers as much as possible, and the overseers will suppress the rear at all costs!"

"All the belongings in the city of Mullental... distributed by the soldiers themselves!"

At this time, the team can't go back to fight the fire~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If all kinds of news spread among the Chinese and forward soldiers, the consequences are completely unimaginable. Giovanni understands that he must keep the whole army at the same time, otherwise the loss of control of the 200,000 team is definitely a huge disaster!

The two evils have the right to choose the lesser, and the pope has made the path that any commander will choose.

So in the raging fire under the night, the number of soldiers flocked to Mullentar like a flood surged, the gates were opened one by one, and the morale became stronger.

But the scene immediately caused Giovanni to frown-the team in the darkness gradually huddled together, gradually losing the original formation. The stepping on each other could not be stopped. With the encouragement of allowing the plundering of the city’s property as a reward, they began to ignore the severity of the burning fire behind them and just wanted to rush into the inner city and completely occupy the city.

Humans at war often have no bottom line. Even if they advertise the "Jihad", their inner greed will be exposed at this time.

It's just that this large number of "Jihads" don't know that Mulenthal in front of him, just like a giant dormant in the dark, is slowly opening its mouth...