Adolf was determined to die, so he burned down the palace, blew up the entrance to the passage, and killed those women who had once dreamed of him with his own hands.
He had to do this because he believed that the Assyrian army would not confront him for a long time, and with the power of the Assyrian army's artillery, it might not take too much time to attack the palace. In that case, once the Assyrian army discovered the secret passage, the consequence would certainly be the permanent annihilation of the Hitt family.
Adolf naturally didn't want this to happen, so he led the last of his troops to rush out. At the same time, Owang and several young talents of the Hitt family ran fast in the secret passage.
It has to be said that Adolf achieved his intended goal - as his troops divided into several routes and attacked in a disorderly manner, chaos spread immediately outside the palace. Both the soldiers who broke through and those who retreated rushed towards the encirclement line of the Assyrian army. Then, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle.
Therefore, Night Blade Dance's appeasement plan failed. She only managed to bring back more than 200 people, including Bayer. For the rest, she couldn't tell the enemy from the friend...
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After a quick glance, Wu Lai said with a smile: "I know who you are. You are not regular soldiers at all, but militiamen, civilians, and even slaves among you."
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at Wu Lai again, and the uneasiness in their hearts became even worse.
"You are one in ten. Satsit has a total of 20,000 people, that is, you, to fill the numbers in order to realize his ambush plan in the city. He is sending you to die. I won't go into details about the reason, you can guess it yourself." Wu Lai loosened the reins in his hand and continued, "I chose these two thousand of you to give you a chance to live. Of course, whether you are willing to live or not is up to you."
Everyone looked at Wu Lai involuntarily. Most of them were forced to come here pretending to be garrison soldiers. Although they had been repeatedly comforted and assured by the deputy generals and lieutenants of the garrison soldiers, they were still uneasy because once their identities were exposed, they didn't know what was waiting for them. Anger? Killing? Who could say for sure? "Let me tell you straight, even if you don't want this chance to live, it doesn't matter. In addition to these two thousand of you, there are still 18,000 people. I'll ask one by one, and I think there must be someone who is willing." Wu Lai raised his voice, "Now, answer me, do you want to live?"
"Yes." A timid voice sounded from the crowd.
"Yes! We do!" A louder voice instantly drowned out this impatient statement.
"That's good." Wu Lai pressed his right hand lightly and made a gesture of silence. "I swear on my honor and personality that our army will only target the Tianjuan Army. Anyone who obeys me, I will grant him and his family peace. Anyone who assists me, I will give him the deserved reward and respect. I want you to remember that although we are armed, we come for peace!"
"We listen to you! Just tell us what you need us to do." Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and soon his words were echoed by many people.
"What I need you to do is to stand up straight and be a man, and no longer be enslaved by the people of Tianjue. I crossed the canyon from north to south, and the first thing I did wherever I passed was to help you get rid of the oppression and slavery of Tianjue. Now, your priest Miller is presiding over the overall situation in Hulit. I believe you have heard of him! As long as you go to Butiri and Sicily, you will know that I am telling the truth!" Wu Lai said loudly.
"Priest Miller? That's great, Priest Miller is still alive, that's great."
"Yes, I have heard of him and have seen him. Priest Miller is holy!" someone shouted.
Woolley pointed at the man and said, "You are right! Priest Miller is holy and brave. It was he who stood up and led the Hulet people to resist the oppression of Tianjuan. It was he who was selfless and vigorously implemented the New Deal, abolished the nobility, abolished slavery, and made everyone in the Hulet territory love each other! Now, it's Napolini's turn. Tell me, are you still willing to live in darkness?"
"No! No!" Everyone raised their fists excitedly.
"Okay!" Wu Lai pressed his right hand again, "You don't want to! Then let's work together to find those hateful Tianjuan invaders, drive them away, and let Napolini return to Hulit's arms!"
"Good! Good!" everyone shouted, and the sound was faintly heard in the city, causing a sense of surprise and suspicion.
"I don't want you to pick up swords and guns to fight them! I only want you to do two things!" Wu Lai raised his right hand, "First, try to find the hiding place of the Tianjuan Army. Second, when our army is fighting with the Tianjuan Army, take your family and hide at home. Don't come out, bolt the door, and ignore any movement outside. Those who can do the first thing will be rewarded! Those who can only do the second thing will be blameless!"
"Good!" everyone shouted again.
Pu Tong rode his horse to Wu Lai's side and said, "Lord, the city gates have been completely controlled. The people who 'welcomed' us at the city gates are also imposters, including the garrison commander and the deputy commander of the militia, as well as two bold and greedy nobles. What should we do now?"
"Send a regiment to each of the three city gates. Set up all the artillery, mortars, hunters, and other things. Take as many commanding heights as possible. Once the Tianjuan Army appears, attack immediately without waiting for orders. Be careful not to hurt innocent people. Go now." Wu Lai whispered the order, turned around and waved to the two staff officers, "Bring the second wave of people."
"Yes!" The two staff officers saluted and accepted the order.
"The second wave of people? Lord, are you going to tell them everything?" Pu Tong was about to leave on his horse, but when he heard Wu Lai say this, his curiosity was aroused again.
"There's no need for me to say anything. The members of the preaching team who came from Hulit will be here soon. Word of mouth will spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. It won't be long before it spreads. You better hurry up." Wu Lai said.
"Yes! I guarantee to complete the task!" Pu Tong puffed out his chest and promised.
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If time could go back, Sartre would definitely be happy to welcome the arrival of the Assyrian army in another way, such as sincere surrender, or a head-on fight to the death without regard for the consequences.
Because no matter which one it is, his situation will be much better than it is now, even if he dies in battle...
Sartre looked very embarrassed.
He was only wearing a pair of worn-out boots, his leather armor, clothes, underwear and socks were all "confiscated" by the spotted wolf. Without his clothes, he could show off his luxuriant body hair unscrupulously. He squeezed his legs together desperately, trying to hide the thing that he had boasted about for years but was not majestic at all, but he failed again and again.
Because he was tied up in a very special way - his hands were tied behind his back, and the rope was wrapped around a wooden pole and his back was firmly pressed against it. What made him feel outrageous was that two wooden forks were nailed horizontally on the wooden pole, which just passed through his crotch, separating his legs and allowing his toes to reach the ground. The two wooden forks were so strong and long that no matter how hard he tried, he could not change his current humiliating body posture.
It is worth mentioning that this was Putong’s advice to Banlang. He told Banlang that since the lord had ordered “to make Sartre look good”, he would not mind “showing” him a little more.
Of course, Pu Tong's suggestions were more than that. In addition to the binding part, he also asked the spotted wolf to pour a lot of sugar water on Sartre. Now, the big ants attracted by the sugar water were crawling all over Sartre's body. Their climbing, searching, and biting made Sartre itchy, painful and hateful. He kept twisting his body, trying to shake off some ants, but the result was that the ants bit tighter and crawled faster.
Sartre wanted to howl and curse. He wanted to curse with the most vicious words all those who had inflicted such suffering on him. He also wanted to call on his soldiers to save him, but he couldn't do it. His lips were swollen, as were his tongue and gums. In the process of the wolf's resentful slap on his mouth, Sartre lost nearly half of his teeth. Even now, saliva mixed with blood continued to flow out of the corners of his mouth.
But he didn't feel any pain in his mouth. To be more precise, he couldn't even feel that his mouth was still there, because Spotted Wolf used some anesthetic potion prepared by Master Mageli to rinse his mouth.
Sartre felt annoyed, angry, ashamed, and desperate at the moment, because he had "returned" to the military camp, where he had buried almost all the explosives in stock for the ambush on the Assyrian army.
Sartre believed that although there was no one around him, there must be a large crossbow arrow pointing at him somewhere around him.
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He had obviously guessed right, because behind a wooden window two hundred steps away, there really was a Hunter aiming at him, and the spotted wolf that had beaten him to a pulp was now scanning the area around the military camp with a telescope...
When he put down the fourth map, Wu Lai smiled and said to several staff officers, "I said that we should mobilize the masses and gather all the forces that are beneficial to us. Look, it hasn't been long since we found the locations of the ambushes. According to a rough estimate, the number of ambushes in the locations we have found exceeds 70% of the total garrison strength. I estimate that we can launch an attack on them before dusk."
"Lord, why don't you persuade them to surrender this time? Don't you trust them?" a staff officer asked curiously. Since entering Hurlit, the Assyrian army has been fighting and persuading them to surrender at the same time, and there are rarely arrangements like today.
"It's a little interesting, but it's not the key. If Sartre really surrendered before, it would be fine. Since he didn't, we have to strive to annihilate him, or at least defeat him." Wu Lai said, "Napolini is the last barrier of the Canyon Pass. Going forward, we will face nearly 100,000 enemies. Although we will fight together with the Second Division to attack from both sides, it will also be a fierce battle. In this kind of battle, if we have to divide our troops to defend the back, we will be at a disadvantage."
"I understand what you mean, Lord. Only when we have no worries can we give our all. You taught us this in the military academy." The staff officer nodded.
Wu Lai nodded and was about to say something when the tent curtain was lifted and Pu Ting "rolled" in like a gust of wind.
"Report to the lord, we have found the fifth ambush." Pu Tong laughed happily.
"Great! Come on, bring it here and let me see it." Wu Lai Teng stood up quickly.
"Look, I've drawn it all for you." Pu Tong said cheerfully as he handed over the sketch, "This was discovered by Spotted Wolf. Lord, your deduction was absolutely correct. The Sartre really has set up an ambush around the military camp."
"Good job!" Wu Lai glanced at the sketch and got an idea in his mind. "Pu Tong, are you all ready?"
"Everyone is ready. Evacuate those who can from the area where the ambush is located and try not to alert the enemy. In a while, each regiment will be able to move to the attack position." Pu Tong replied.
"Hit him hard." Wu Lai patted Pu Tong's shoulder. "If you beat him well, I will ask the parliament for credit for you."
"Thank you, Lord." Pu Tong nodded cheerfully, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Lord, you should give Banlang such a good talent to our Sixth Division. I will give him a regiment and let him make achievements for Assyria and bring honor to you, Lord. How do you think?"
"Don't think about it. I only have these few people. I'm still thinking about them." Wu Lai laughed and waved his hand, "Hurry up and try to end the battle tonight."
"No problem. Those ambushers dare not move. Lord, just wait for the Sixth Division to show up." Pu Tong heard that Wu Lai was reluctant to let Banlang go, so he didn't force it. After all, there was an immediate advantage to be gained, so he might as well take it first. What if Wu Lai changed his mind and wanted to command the troops himself? How unsatisfied he would be.
After Pu Tong left, Wu Lai asked his staff to call all the members of the propaganda team into the tent.
"I only need you to do one thing, appease, appease! The troops will fully cooperate with you. After defeating the Tianjuan Army, they will immediately organize the opening of the granaries to release grain. Those who are affected and suffer losses will be compensated and compensated. Then, you will gather those nobles, clergy and people who are prestigious in Napolini and take them to Butiri for a visit and study." Wu Lai ordered, "After this battle, the troops will leave here and move on. The responsibility of managing the city will be borne by you. Do you understand?"
"I understand!" More than 20 members of the propaganda team responded loudly. They not only assisted the Assyrian army in appeasement and propaganda work, but were also political personnel prepared by Miller for Napolini. They were all excellent talents who had been selected through layers of selection.
"Okay, then let's make preparations." Wu Lai waved his hand to dismiss everyone, turned around and walked to the big map, frowned and looked at it. Although Napolini had gone through some twists and turns, the overall situation is basically settled now. Now it is time to consider the direction of the Canyon Pass. When the cannon sounds later, there will naturally be some movement over there.
After dinner, a series of roars suddenly sounded in the city of Napolini...