Despite the help of the cute baby, Puteng's Sixth Division still ranked last in the race to Armenia.
After attacking Menia from the four directions at the same time, the city became a mess both inside and outside.
Inside the city, the Assyrian army searched for the enemy everywhere, constantly attacking the enemy camps, fortresses, and fortifications. The Hatra army defended while commanding its soldiers to engage in street fighting and ambushes with the Assyrian army by relying on its flexible deployment from a high position...
Outside the city, the surviving Hatra soldiers in the fortifications simply gave up their defense, rushed out of the fence, crossed the retaining wall, and rushed towards the Assyrian army, who were eyeing them covetously. What greeted them was naturally a bloody collision...
Not only soldiers were fighting, but also civilians in the city. Many of them did not bother to look for their lost relatives, but chose to hold torches to show the way to the Assyrian army, or shuttle back and forth to provide intelligence to the Assyrian army. Some young and strong people picked up weapons and joined the battle, venting the anger that had been suppressed for too long...
The battle lasted for a whole night. That night, the whole city of Menia was roaring and shouting. That night, fire, smoke, and blood filled the ancient city. That night, no one was destined to fall asleep...
The battle outside the city ended before midnight, but this did not mean that the intercepting troops outside the city could withdraw to the camp. They still needed to firmly block all the gaps and carefully identify those who escaped from the city to prevent Hatra soldiers from mixing in. In addition, at least a thousand people were sent in each direction to chase and capture the Hatra soldiers who fled in all directions.
That night, sin also filled the city of Menia. Many wealthy families and nobles who had taken refuge with the people of Heaven were robbed by the common people. These common people, who hated the betrayal even more than they hated the people of Heaven, turned into the most ferocious beasts the moment they rushed into the courtyards and houses. They vented their anger and desires by killing, possessing, and abusing, and ignored the desperate pleas and cruel cries. They cut the skin of the hated with knives, laughed wildly, and let the blood flow on their trembling bodies. They also smashed the heads of the hated with stones, letting the white blood mix in the mud and among the flowers...
This night, the devil roamed rampantly...
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When a ray of gold burst out from the sky as usual, Hatra dropped his right arm weakly. With a crisp "clang" sound, the big sword that he had held in his right hand all night fell heavily to the ground.
At this moment, he was standing in an alley with a cold wall behind him - it was a muddy dead end.
About ten steps in front of him were five soldiers from the special forces company. There were originally nine of them, but four of them fell in the fight with Hatra's guards. The remaining five were also injured.
But they still persisted.
Until that moment just now, Hatra was also holding on. After the city was breached last night, he personally led 3,000 guards to join the street fighting, fighting from the north to the east, and from the east to the south. Gradually, fewer and fewer people were around him...
Before the meal, there were still eighty-nine people around Hatra. They immediately encountered three enemy "skirmishers". After chasing them for more than a hundred steps, the three "skirmishers" ran into the alley in a "panic". When Hatra led everyone to rush in, they found that this was actually a trap, a trap set by nine enemy soldiers.
With Hatra's courage, he was not afraid of one-on-one, one-on-two or three, not to mention the advantage of ten against one, so he attacked without hesitation.
The result was beyond his expectation. The other side lost 85 of his men at the cost of four of their own men. Now, there were only four men left by Hatra's side.
Among the four, the communications officer named Suoduo was also there.
"Yes, you are pretty good!" Hatra stretched out his left arm towards the five special forces soldiers who were lined up in a row and approaching slowly with swords in hand. "Tell me your names!"
No one paid any attention to him. Vulture had told them when he was training them that anyone who talked nonsense before knocking down the enemy was a fool.
"Then do you know who I am?" Hatra raised his voice. Although he had no strength to fight back, his pride was still there.
Still ignoring him, he continued to approach slowly.
Hatra's body swayed, and he took two steps back, pressing his back against the wall.
"Who... are you?" He narrowed his eyes and said this vaguely. His eyes swept across and fell on the messaging general who was a few steps to the right.
"Hey, Sodor, do you remember what I told you? Come on, do it, don't let me die at the hands of the Assyrians." After Hatra finished speaking breathlessly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his legs immediately softened and he fell to the ground.
He was seriously injured - there were at least thirty wounds on his forehead, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, thighs, and left arm. These wounds brought him unbearable pain and made his face and lips become extremely pale due to blood loss.
He was very tired - he could no longer remember when he last slept. He only remembered that from yesterday evening until just now, he had been swinging his sword again and again...
"You useless bastards! I am the unrivaled king of the Tianjuan Empire!" Hatra roared at the five special forces soldiers who had already forced them to within eight steps. He then shook his body again, turned his head to the right with trembling hands, and waved to the general who was delivering the message.
The only three remaining guards rushed towards the five special company soldiers. The heart-pounding sound of collision and the sound of blades clashing suddenly rang out and then suddenly stopped. Then, the three guards fell heavily to the ground and breathed their last.
A soldier from the special forces company suddenly took two steps back, his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground. A dagger was stuck in his chest, and there was a big gap on his neck. There was blood flowing out of it...
"Good...good job..." Hatra sneered and waved at the messenger. "What are you still hesitating about?"
The communications officer, who was also seriously injured, looked at Hatra, then at the four special forces company soldiers who were getting closer and closer, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Hatra with his sword in hand.
"Swish!" "Puff" - he fell to the ground after taking just two steps. A crossbow arrow was stuck in his right eye socket, and red and white blood was constantly pouring out from it.
He screamed, trembled, struggled, and twisted in pain, and then there was no sound.
"Bastards, you... these bastards." Hatra's eyes were full of hatred and stubbornness.
A soldier from the special forces company suddenly took a few quick steps forward, kicked out with both feet in succession, and pushed all the weapons around Hatra aside.
"Are you the unrivaled king of the Tianjuan Empire?" He looked at Hatra.
"It's me, the king. Come on, kill me, and you will have something to brag about for the rest of your life." Hatra laughed, and the wound on his right arm opened again. He grimaced in pain, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
"My lord said you must capture him alive!"
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In the afternoon, the sounds of fighting in the city finally subsided. Although the Hatra army was still resisting in a few small areas, the city walls, main streets, and alleys were firmly controlled by the Assyrian army, and order was slowly being restored...
"It's a devastating sight." When Wu Lai withdrew his gaze from the South City Gate, he could not help but sigh softly.
"But you won." Ye Renwu suddenly felt a little surprised, because the defeat of the Hatra army did not cause her too much sadness, but instead made her feel relieved, especially when she saw Hatra, who was covered in bandages and dying, she actually felt like she was looking at a stranger.
"That's right." Wu Lai nodded. "In a war, the losing side will pay a higher price, but the winning side won't necessarily have an easier time."
"I was hesitating whether I should congratulate you." Ye Renwu suddenly said.
Wu Lai looked back in surprise, glanced at Ye Renwu, and nodded again: "Congratulations to the Romon Continent, we are one step closer to peace."
Romon Continent? Yes, Romon Continent... Ye Jianwu pursed her lips.
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If the conquest of Armenia was regarded as an exam, then each division had handed in a beautiful answer sheet to Wu Lai. When Wu Lai looked at the battle statistics, in addition to a deep joy, he also felt heavy in his heart, because the damage caused to Armenia by this battle was almost devastating.
That night, Wu Lai convened a post-war meeting at the division and regiment commander levels in the Sixth Division camp.
"...I have to say, this battle was fought beautifully!" Wu Lai said with a smile, "In war, casualties are inevitable, but at the small cost of 10,000 casualties, we defeated 100,000 elite enemy soldiers and recaptured Menia. I will record this in the history of the Assyrian war..."
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"...But we must also see that in this battle, each division exposed some problems. Although these problems did not affect the outcome of the battle in the end, they definitely delayed victory. For example, Putang's Sixth Division was so eager to win that it actually used up all its artillery shells..."
"...Victory is worth celebrating, and warriors are worth everyone's pride and commemoration. Everyone proposed to hold a city entry ceremony. The starting point is good, to let the Armenian people see our morale and military appearance. However, I personally think that the city entry ceremony is unnecessary. Why? Because what Armenia needs now is to rebuild its homeland. It is more meaningful for us to spend our time and energy on that..."
"...There is still a lot we need to do. Most of the 27,000 prisoners need medical treatment. Our own wounded soldiers also need treatment. Those who died in the line of duty need to be buried and compensated. In addition, there are nearly 100,000 people in the city who need to be resettled. We need to feed them, clothe them, and house them. We also need to help them resume production as quickly as possible. So, everyone needs to get busy."
The divisions and regiment leaders in the meeting listened and took notes attentively. Ye Renwu, who was still in shackles but was allowed to sit in on the meeting, also listened, took notes, and studied attentively...
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Five days later, the news of the recovery of Menia reached Assyria. After receiving the news, the parliament was in an uproar, and then the city government was also in an uproar. Then, the joyful mood spread like a huge ripple throughout the city of Assyria. People flocked to the bulletin board from all directions, reading, chanting, and shouting Wu Lai's name loudly...
"Great Lord, thanks to you, all our Assyrian territories are finally back!"
"I praise you, Lord Ulegrindo, the most noble of the Assyrians. It is you who have made Assyria complete, and it is you who have made the Assyrians no longer be bullied by foreigners!"
…No matter what words were used to praise him, everyone would respond loudly. The shouts and laughter continued until late at night…
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"Brother, this Wulegrindo is amazing. Look, he has only been gone for a few days and Menia has been taken back." Muti raised his glass with a smile, "Come on, brother, let's drink a toast to the recovery of the entire Assyrian territory and pay tribute to our lord, High Priest Wulegrindo."
"Muti, your words are a bit frivolous. Have you forgotten what I warned you about?"
Muti quickly stopped smiling and said, "I'm sorry, brother. I'm so happy. My friends in the parliament said that the parliament plans to recommend Luce and me to Wuleglindo because Armenia's government is to be established and Wuleglindo is in charge of the parliament. After we go there, one of us will be the mayor and the other the deputy mayor. According to seniority, the mayorship will be mine."
"Then you should work hard and do a good job to make Woolleglin more satisfied with you. Then, you will have a chance to move up. As long as you can enter the parliament, we will be closer to success."
"I will try my best, brother. How are things over there?" Mu Ti nodded and asked.
"Just do it step by step. Humph, I have already completed the imitation of those guns and artillery of Wulaglindo. He made one, and I made three. It's funny that I was hiding under his nose and he didn't even know. Oh, and you too..."
Muti showed a knowing smile on his face...
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After the fortress gate slowly opened, Epicurus squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, rode out slowly, and walked towards Childe and his party who had been waiting impatiently.
Seeing Epicurus acting so arrogantly, Childe became even more furious, but he had to bow his head under someone's eaves. If this guy didn't give in, he wouldn't even be able to pass through Honggu Bay. That would be a real loss of face, not only failing to accomplish the task.
"General Ibi takes such a long nap." Although he had made up his mind to swallow his anger, Child still said this after they exchanged greetings.
"I can't help it. There are too many trivial matters and it's tiring. How can I compare with you, Duke Childe? The Tianjuan Empire is so great. They took over so many territories without much fighting. Duke Childe must have made great contributions in one of them. Otherwise, how could he be a duke?" Yi Bi said with a cold smile.
Childe frowned and wanted to say something back, but he was afraid of angering the guy in charge. After thinking for a while, he swallowed the words he had prepared and said, "General, you are joking. I came to knock on your door today to ask for an answer from you."
"The answer? What answer?" Epicurus pretended to be puzzled.
"So when does General Yi Bi plan to let our Tianjuan delegation enter the pass?" Childe asked.
Epicurus nodded gently and said, "Duke Childe, let me tell you the truth. It's not that I don't want to let you in, but there is no need for you to enter the country."
"What does General Yibi mean?" Childe's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Your Tianjuan delegation entered the pass just to bring back your 'rebels' in Menia. There is no need for that because our lord has led his army to recapture Menia a few days ago. Your 'rebels' are either dead, wounded or surrendered. What else do we need them for?" Epicurus asked with a smile.
"Is what General Yibi said true? This matter is of great importance, so don't joke about it." Although Childe said this, he already believed it 80% in his heart.
"Do you and I know each other well?" Epicurus' smile suddenly faded. "Even if I really am joking, it's not your turn to listen, right?"