I am the son of the traveler

Chapter 156 The Death of the Archon

"We're safe, for now."

Looking at the Macedonian soldiers receding like a tide, a Gilis centurion standing on the corpses on the ground murmured that the gap in the city wall where he was standing was already covered with layers of blood, and the strong smell of blood filled the people. In the nostrils of the soldiers, as well as the painful groans of the soldiers who were lucky enough not to die, all cast a shadow over the joy of the surviving soldiers after the catastrophe.

Those Macedonians are undoubtedly difficult to deal with. Although relying on defense and terrain advantages, the Gilis defenders still have to pay a high price to repel the Macedonian offensive. Their battle loss ratio is usually two to one. It takes the death of two Gillis soldiers in exchange for the life of a Macedonian soldier, so the corpses of Macedonian soldiers who fell on the battlefield are much less than those of the Gilis.

After finally repelling the Macedonian offensive, the Gilis defenders who survived today have no energy to celebrate the victory. They were immediately asked to remove the corpses on the battlefield, and then re-establish a new one on the ruins of the original city wall. wall.Although the soldiers all knew that this kind of temporary high wall could not stop the Macedonians at all, but at least it could bring them some ridiculous sense of security.

What the Gillis people didn't know was that while the siege was in progress, the spies of the Macedonian Kingdom's Intelligence Department stationed in the city were dispatched one after another to investigate the location of the warehouse where the grain and grass were stored.After more than a year of latent infiltration, the Macedonian spies stationed in the city have obtained various identities. Some of them are a friendly bakery owner on the surface, and some are a member of the city defense army. The newly promoted centurion, some of them are low-level clerks under the hands of the city magistrate, and some even walk around the streets and alleys of the city with a broken bowl and crutches to beg all day long. Not reveal his true identity.

The infiltration of Macedonian spies is difficult to guard against. In fact, there has never been a relevant case in this world. War between countries is still decided by the army. The role of spies is at most to detect the military intelligence of the enemy's army. The monarch They are unwilling to invest a lot of financial resources in the field of espionage. What they pursue is high efficiency and low expenditure.

It can be said that Antigonus's use of spies created a precedent for spy warfare in the world.

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At the same time that the spies in the city started to act, a routine meeting was going on in the House of Liscomb City. All the members and Michelson gathered in this power center. Considering the status of General Michelson, A chair was also set up next to the consul as the exclusive seat of the veteran.

After everyone sat down, Consul Nehemiah nodded to the clerk. After receiving the signal, the latter coughed lightly and said loudly: "Members and senators, under the protection of God, we have repulsed Macedonia. Another wave of human offensives severely damaged the evil Macedonian army’s plan to capture the great city of Liscam, but this does not allow us to celebrate because the Macedonian army continues to surround the federal capital..."

Listening to the clerk talking non-stop, General Michelson sitting on the stage frowned. He was used to military life and he didn't like these politicians who talked endlessly like a market aunt, even though he once Also one of these people.

After the clerk finally finished his opening speech, before he could continue, Mitchelson stood up directly, interrupted his words, and said, "The siege battles that have lasted for several days have reduced the strength of our defenders." The loss was heavy, so I hope to increase the scope of mobilization to the noble class, so that nobles and noble private soldiers can join the army and participate in the defense of the city."

"At present, there are only 3000 soldiers in our army who can participate in the battle, and only [-] of the heavy infantry are left. If the [-] heavy infantry are also lost, it will only be a matter of time before the fall of Liscomb City. question."

As soon as Mitchelson finished speaking, the members of the council were shocked. It has always been an unspoken rule that the source of troops in the mobilization order does not include the noble class. It has always been a long-standing rule that no one can force the nobles to do things they do not want unless they are voluntary. , but now Michelson actually wants to break this unspoken rule. Could it be that he wants to be an enemy of all the nobles?
"General Michelson, there has never been a precedent for using a mobilization order against the noble class. I think you should withdraw this proposal."

A middle-aged noble stood up first and said to Mitchelson.

"Yes, General Mitchelson, you should think about it carefully."

Other nobles followed suit.

Mitchelson had expected the opposition from the congressmen, and he said calmly: "Since there has never been such a precedent, I don't mind setting a precedent."

"Also, think about it, if the city of Liscomb falls, do you think the aristocracy can continue to enjoy the current treatment?"

The middle-aged congressman choked on his words and couldn't answer, so he could only sit back. The other congressmen also remained silent and looked at Mitchelson coldly.

Seeing that they had nothing to say, Mitchelson sat back in his seat. He glanced at the consul who had been silent all the time, and continued: "Then, Mr. Clerk, please start voting." .”

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and clapped his hands towards the gate. With the sound of clapping, the gate of the House was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and then two rows of heavily armed heavy infantry rushed forward in neat steps. Come in and quickly control the entire chamber. A few soldiers stepped on the soft velvet carpet all the way to the high platform. The hilt outside the scabbard.

Seeing all this, the expression on the face of the Consul, who had always been calm, finally changed. He looked at Mitchelson, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked, "General Mitchelson, what do you want?" do what?"

"Mitchelson, the Bundestag is a sacred and inviolable place, how can you let soldiers come in to defile this place?" An old member of parliament then stood up and yelled angrily.

Mitchelson smiled and did not answer them directly, but said: "I just hope that I can lead Liscomb through this difficulty."

"What you mean by surviving the difficulties is allowing the soldiers to trample on the sacred order of the Bundestag?" Consul Nehemiah asked through gritted teeth.

"No, my soldiers are here to express their needs to the Senators and Senators."

After Mitchelson finished speaking, as if in response to his words, the soldiers controlling the House of Representatives shouted in unison: "Please agree to the general's proposal!"

The voices of the soldiers were very loud, and the deafening voices from dozens of people echoed in the empty chamber, shaking the eardrums of the councilors. He plopped down and sat down.

"Listen, this is the will of the soldiers." Michelson said to the congressmen with satisfaction, "Members and veterans, I hope you will not violate the will of the people."

Michelson pronounced the word "public opinion" very hard, and Nehemiah instantly heard his overtones. The consul took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then spoke slowly.

"General Mitchelson, the MPs need to vote without the interference of soldiers, so I want you to let the soldiers back out for the time being."

"I don't think it's a good idea, Mr. Consul." Michelson said with a smile on his face. He glanced at the congressmen and senators on the stepped seats, seeing the fear and ugliness of the other party being intimidated by the soldiers. In his eyes, "the will of the people cannot be violated, and the voting in the parliament also needs to be supervised by the civilians. These soldiers are just the right candidates."

After Michelson said that, Nehemiah had nothing to say, and could only signal the clerk, who was trying to reduce his presence, to start voting.

The result of the vote is of course very real. Under the threat of sharp blades, the elders of the councilors decisively chose Congxin, and unanimously passed the proposal proposed by Mitchelson. Not many Mitchelsons got satisfactory results. Talk nonsense with these congressmen, and leave the parliament with the soldiers directly.

Walking out of the gate of the House, the hot sun shone on Michelson's body, causing him to squint his eyes subconsciously, and slowly opened them after he got used to the brightness outside.He knew that what he did today would annoy the entire aristocratic class in Liscomb, and those parliamentarians and elders would not let him go easily, but he was forced to make this choice. Almost all of them have been conscripted into the army, and there are almost no young and middle-aged men of other classes except the aristocratic class on the streets.

For nearly a month after the siege, more than 3000 soldiers were killed in battle. Mitchelson couldn't even imagine how many defenders would be left under his command until winter came. Due to the prestige of the Macedonian army, they did not dare to come to the rescue. The only thing Mitchelson could rely on was the residents of Liscomb.

Sighing lightly, Mitchelson walked down the stairs, and only a few steps away, he suddenly heard two loud noises from the port area, followed by a burst of building collapse and the sharp shouts of civilians. Screaming, he subconsciously followed the prestige, but saw a cloud of smoke rising from the direction of the port area.

"What happened?" he asked the soldiers beside him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize that he couldn't get an answer from these soldiers. He quickly ran towards the soldier guarding the horse at the bottom of the stairs, grabbed the reins of the horse, stepped on the soldier's back and turned on the horse, and then rode his horse towards the port first. run away.

While running along the street, two huge boulders roared and flew through the air above his head. Looking at the two burning boulders, Mitchelson instantly understood what happened. Followed by the huge boulder and looked back, his pupils trembled and then contracted violently, and he saw the two burning boulders flying directly towards the Bundestag where he came from at high speed. The dome of the House of Representatives is about to be smashed!

boom--

In the next second, two flaming boulders hit the top of the House of Representatives accurately, smashing the dome through two hideous holes and falling into the building.Seeing this scene, Michelson knew something was wrong, and quickly turned his horse's head and galloped in the direction of the House of Representatives.

By the time he ran to the square in front of the House of Representatives, it was already surrounded by a large number of soldiers and civilians. The panicked crowd rushed toward the burning House of Representatives carrying bucket after bucket filled with water, trying to put out the fierce fire. , many soldiers who took off their armor rushed into the door of the House of Representatives and carried out the injured members and elders. The steps outside the door were filled with escaped members wearing white robes.

Seeing Michelson's return, the crowd surrounded him one after another, as if the backbone had returned.

"How's it going inside?" This was Michelson's first sentence when facing the oncoming crowd.

"General, 52 councilors escaped unharmed, 29 councilors were injured, and the consul and other councilors are still trapped inside. The number of deaths has not yet been counted." An officer reported to Mitchelson road.

"Damn." Michelson said angrily. He really didn't expect that the range of the Macedonian's ship-borne ballista was so far and so accurate that it could hit the Bundestag outside the port area.

"Call the soldiers here to participate in the rescue, block the death toll as much as possible, and don't let the citizens panic." He ordered the few officers present.

However, the several officers who heard the order all showed embarrassment. They glanced at each other, and then one of them said hesitantly: "General, there are many civilians present. They know more or less what's going on inside and want to block It is already impossible, and after this news spreads, the civilians will definitely panic, after all, this is the Bundestag..."

Mitchelson was also aware of this, and he scratched his already thinning hair with some annoyance, then waved his hand to let the officers do their own work, and walked alone to the group of MPs sitting on the steps with disgraced faces.

Although they had a bad idea with Mitchelson before, when the congressmen saw the other party approaching, they still surrounded him and talked in a hurry. What they meant was just those few—quickly get the consul and Those who did not come out were rescued, why the Macedonian catapults were allowed to attack the House, Macedonian must be made to pay the price, and so on.

Surrounded by them, Mitchelson had no chance to intervene. Hearing the words of these MPs with their mouths buzzing like a hen's buttocks, he felt that one head was bigger than two.

It didn't take long for his suffering to end, because Nehemiah's whereabouts were quickly found. After one of the flints smashed through the dome, the rubble it brought fell from the sky and directly crushed the poor leader. , died on the spot, and the boulder also fell less than one meter away from him, smashing a deep pit.When the soldiers found his body, part of his body had been scorched by the flames brought by the boulder...

(End of this chapter)