Chapter 870: Tyre! (15)

Chief of the Fifth Guards Division of Tyre, Walber
The irony is so straightforward that he can really even taste that meaning. vertex
It's them, that's what they made him like this.
Although not exactly as literally stated, of course, he would like to thank the new owner for his "strengthening", but if it were not for the laziness of the imperial bureaucrats, he would not stand here today.
Was it two years ago, or three years?
Anyway, at that time he had just finished a battle against green skin in Aksum. He was responsible for leading a group of Zun people as people. They are a group of beasts, but they are the best I have ever seen. infantry.
When the order came from Tyre, he was about to take over a newly formed regiment from Tieluowan to a fortress in Gramatia.
He had already made the worst plan.
A temporary patchwork of miners, peasants and baby soldiers was far from satisfactory in the face of enemy attacks, but their battle losses were not large. The battlefields at that time were mainly concentrated in the two provinces. Junction.
Ok did not launch a large-scale attack, but the small-scale invasion never stopped.
When Ok's invasion spread across the entire provincial border, and both sides began to invest more and more military power, the entire battle situation became glued together.
All the main fortresses were surrounded, even in a remote small fortress where his regiment was stationed.
Because of the poor news, knowing that Oak's forces surrounded them, he realized that he had been helpless. In the empire's battle report, they were already included in the list of deaths.
They chose a mine fortress as a hiding place, because it is located on a high ridge, easy to defend and difficult to attack.
But it soon became a prison cage, and almost everyone's grave.
The first few weeks are relatively easy.
They occupy high places, which means that it is impossible for the enemy to carry the artillery to a position where it can be bombarded enough, and thanks to the steep leading to the fortress, any hiking charge is so slow and difficult.
Anti-infantry mines and heavy machine guns quickly smoothed out those who ran too close to their positions.
In the first seven days of the siege, they lost only two soldiers, and both of them died from the collapse of the mine.
And that's part of the problem.
The remote mine fortress is not only designed to counter the plundering of Oak, but according to their findings, it is also designed to be completely self-sufficient for a long period of time.
Thanks to the huge cisterns, and rainwater collection devices, they will almost never lack water.
But what about food?
That is another matter entirely.
Under normal circumstances, an ordinary mine can support about three hundred miners and corresponding personnel for three months without pressure until it needs to be supplied again.
In the case of delayed supply, there was enough grain in the basement for one month.
But now there are more than 3,000 people squeezed in here, so no matter how strict and precise the distribution is, those reserves are almost exhausted in the first month.
Under the standard besieged environment, there will be a strange natural selection.
The diseases caused by drinking sewage and the loss of personnel caused by fighting will reduce the number of people, so even if there is not much ration, it will be enough for a long time.
But now their number will not be reduced by these two factors, and there are still almost as many mouths as we were waiting to eat when we blocked the fortress exit.
So, everyone understood the enemy's tactics, Ok was to starve them to death, and wait for everyone to die, then they swaggered in.
And before that, another thing did not stop torturing them.
At night, when everyone is hungry and has trouble falling asleep, a thing sneaks into their dreams.
It promised not to harm them, and showed them something else.
If you surrender to it, not only let them get what they seek, but also get rewards
Power, glory, life.
Another ironic thing in Walber's life is that these nightmares have caused their food supply to continue for a little while.
He and the sergeants under his command knew that some of the soldiers would succumb to temptation, so they began to sleep near the gate.
Within a week of the initial nightmare, the mine’s population had decreased by about two hundred people.
But those dreams are cruel.
No matter what the reason is difficult to guess, Walber's nightmare is always the worst.
It allows him to see his power continue to expand.
He walked in front of an army of rebellion, leading them across the empire's many towns, turning everything in front of him into ashes.
In those dreams, he was still him, but different from him.
Gradually, Walber's face looked the same, but there were some unclear changes.
Compared with the past, his face is more scary, and his hair is white, like an albino patient.
For a whole month, every night that existence will bring these scenes into his dream + a whole month, every morning he will wake up in a cold sweat.
When he no longer felt violent nausea for eating human flesh, Walber realized that the dreams had finally begun to work on himself.
At first, local executions were only a shock to warn others not to listen to their dreams.
But then, with the rapid decrease in food supply, one of the officers was arrested while baking the body of a deserter.
Walber naturally executed him on the spot, but the eyes of other officers and soldiers told him that they would do the same.
The regiment had to reiterate his authority, and had to control the situation to ensure that the soldiers would not make mutinies and then let the enemies outside the door come in.
According to the intermittent news from the radio, the black army has begun to counter the influx of green skin gangs at the border, and is liberating each fortress one by one.
As long as they can persist for a while, they will be saved.
Walber stared at the body of the company commander who had just fired a shot from behind his head, and ordered that from then on, anyone who tried to open the door would be executed if caught, but his body would be left to Those who are still alive who he tried to betray consume.
Before the news spread, only a dozen people had made another attempt to vote.
With the consumption of new military food, Walber enforced stricter military discipline in the fortress, and more and more used death to punish offenders.
One person was executed because he opened a small window after smoking, and the other was due to blood stains on his clothes when he stood at the salute.
Finally, the sergeant and he began to look for any excuse to shoot the soldiers and send a body into the morgue, and the only reason to prevent these soldiers from launching a mutiny was that they knew that the officers were doing this to allow them one more day. Rations.
Over time, Walber's nightmare became worse and worse.
In an ever-present dream, he sat at the chief of a banquet hosted by the besieged troops, but every dish on the table contained pieces of soldier's meat.
In another dream, the mine was on fire, people were burning with flames, and he just watched and laughed.
A voice whispered to him:
"You broke the last taboo, join us, join us."
In the end, only one nightmare was left to repeat.
In this dream, the subordinates betrayed him. While he was still alive and fully aware of what was happening, they ate a meal with the blood and gut of the chief, while the other soldiers watched hungrily, waiting The moment they become food.
On the third night of the dream, after awakening from the dream, Walber received news from the radio.
After liberating several core fortresses, the Black Army ended their operations at the border and turned to their next stage of war.
Walber returned silently to the gatehouse, and he began to pray to a new owner.
Wendigo, as scheduled, rescued him from the dead.
"Sir?"
A voice interrupted Walber's memories ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He turned around and saw that he was his guard.
"They are all waiting, Ok is coming soon, your order?"
Walber smiled slightly, his eyes slowly turned into aquamarine, and his skin changed from the original white to a carrion-like blue-gray.
"Order? Of course."
He raised his head, and from here he could already see the spire of Tyre Cathedral.
"Ten minutes to attack the enemy."
"Attack? The imperial order should not be..."
Walber grinned, and the arc of the corner of his mouth extended to the back of his head, and the sharp teeth of his mouth sparkled under the light.
"No need to hide, attack immediately, target, Tyre!"