Chapter 183: Chapter 86: Annihilation of a Kingdom! Rome Boils! Do our own people understand?
The Governor is also from the Imperial Legion, otherwise, why would we follow him back to the Province of Britannia?
"Is that so? I haven’t heard about it," Kvito’s expression was surprised.
Nowadays, there are many versions of the legend about Duncan.
Everyone tends to hear the version they hope for, and even the Barbarian Foreign Corps claims the Governor has Barbarian blood, because around Pannonia, many Barbarian residents were assimilated by the Empire. It was over a hundred years ago that Barbarians integrated within the Empire and settled near Pannonia.
Such a fierce person must have Barbarian blood; he can go into a frenzy, for sure, his ancestors must have been Barbarian Berserkers settled within the Empire.
A background from the Imperial Legion, Barbarian blood, responding alone to Britannia’s call for aid, possibly having ancestors stationed in the Province of Britannia, and likely possessing a trace of British Nobility blood, all kinds of legends have almost stacked all sorts of buffs on Duncan.
The most important fact is that he is still Roman; the Empire has ruled the Province of Britannia for hundreds of years, and the restoration of the Roman Governor system is not unacceptable.
At least it’s much better than the days of suffering under the Saxons.
In the past, when the Empire ruled, some people rebelled, claiming the Empire’s taxes were too high. Later, Saxon pirates came, leaving them nothing, burning, killing, looting, and now they long for the era protected by the Empire.
Boom!
Another stone projectile fell, and the stone walls of London shook violently, revealing a crack.
It’s truly aged and unrepaired, even the Saxons never repaired the walls.
This scared the garrison inside the city.
Wasn’t it said that the Empire’s catapults were inaccurate? Why is this one so precise? It’s almost hitting the same spot!
Duncan smiled silently.
I’ve got cheats.
After familiarizing himself with the controls, his aim improved significantly. As long as the stone projectiles are roughly the same size, with the trajectory and range calculated earlier, there won’t be much deviation.
Using catapults on people probably won’t be effective, but hitting fixed targets, the accuracy is passable.
At this time, the Saxon chieftains inside the city were already in complete chaos.
The defense of the city was broken.
The impact on morale was even greater.
If only they’d chosen to face the enemy in the wild!
Now stuck inside the city, being bombarded continuously by catapults, watching helplessly as the stone walls erode piece by piece until they collapse loudly, fearfully many soldiers’ will to fight will crumble along with the walls. The Saxons currently are still a coalition of loosely-knit tribal military systems, this bothersome crew was previously very critical of Hengist and Hosa, believing they wanted to lord over everyone and become the king of us all.
Now, both Hengist and Hosa are dead.
They’re starting to miss them a bit.
The reason is simple: temporarily there’s no one who can command so many Barbarian chieftains, no one has the prestige to overwhelm others.
"The walls are almost impossible to hold!"
The chieftains of South Saxe and East Anglia were still debating what to do next, when suddenly a hurried figure entered, face covered in dust, saying: "A section of the stone wall to the west has collapsed."
"The enemies have yet to advance."
"But they’ve already crafted siege towers, and the latest they will launch an attack by tomorrow!"
The walls of this era weren’t very high or very strong, unlike in the East where glutinous rice mortar was incorporated into the walls, they were just ordinary stone walls; only in the Italian peninsula were the wall thick and tall.
No one can withstand Duncan firing like crazy!
A stone projectile falls.
No one dares stand near the walls, all hide underneath, a lot of people have died on the walls lately.
Sometimes in densely packed areas of the army, a stone projectile lands, leaving a truly horrifying scene!
The siege of London.
The Saxon pirate coalition surprisingly fell into a huge disadvantage, despite having the numerical advantage, they’re oppressed so hard they can’t even lift their heads, unable to counterattack, they’re not adept with siege weapons. After finally finding a few ballistae in London, they didn’t even get a chance to use them before the catapults destroyed them.
Boom!
A huge noise came from the east.
Turmoil instantly erupted throughout London city, many exclaimed in fear: "The walls have collapsed! The eastern walls have collapsed too!"
Dong! Dong! Dong!
A thunderous beat of war drums echoed.
As breaches appeared in the walls on both sides, the Britannian Imperial Legion raised their shields, pushing siege towers six to seven meters tall towards the front of the walls. The Barbarian Foreign Corps, equipped with battle axes, were really fast at cutting trees; bringing them over was the trouble.
"Shield wall!"
The front of the siege engine was shielded with wooden planks, with Imperial heavy infantry holding large shields high on both sides, and infantry pushing the siege engine from behind. As the heavy planks fell, the siege engine aligned directly with the city wall, and wooden steps at the back provided direct access to the top of the wall.
Duncan launched the full assault, utilizing the breaches on both sides of the wall and the siege equipment to quickly reach the enemy’s wall, sparking a brutal melee.
He ascended the wall himself!
Duncan, clad in heavy armor, wielded a tower shield and swung the Sword of Oath and Victory. Using his astonishing barbaric power, he forced back ten or so Barbarian Race soldiers, who staggered and retreated. Then, with a swift slash from the holy sword, the nearby enemies, along with their weapons, were severed.
— Britannian Imperial Legion (High Morale) (Inspiring) (Wall Breached) (General Leads Charge) (Victory Imminent)!