The siege camp of Alemany, the military camp of the Count of Piedmont.
After the first soldier fell ill, the Black Death spread rapidly among the Piedmontese army. Even the Count of Piedmont himself was not immune. He was bedridden for several days and missed the meetings of the lords.
All meetings.
To his relief, his symptoms were much milder than those of other sick soldiers. After drinking the herbal medicine for a few days, he miraculously survived the black death's threat and gradually showed a tendency to recover.
I expect that after a few more days of rest, I will be able to walk on my own.
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That night, he took the herbal medicine prepared by the military doctor as usual, and then got into bed. These days, his body was hot and cold, and it was always difficult to fall asleep. Only after taking these herbal medicines, he could
Sleep peacefully.
I don't know how long it took, but a strong smell of smoke woke him up. He hurriedly propped up his body, only to see a thick smoke rolling in from outside the tent.
"Enemy attack?"
This was Count Piedmont's first reaction. He rolled over and rolled under the bed, lifted the water basin next to the bed and poured it on himself, then grabbed an ax and ran out of the camp.
Black smoke was billowing, flames were rising, and fire could be seen from all sides of the military camp. But there were only a few soldiers running outside the tents. He rushed into a tent angrily, trying to wake up the soldiers who were sleeping like pigs from their dreams.
He got up, but what appeared in front of him were several rotting and smelly corpses that had been dead for many days. There were also three living soldiers. They were crawling on the ground with difficulty, one hand covering their throats, and the other hand towards
The Count of Piedmont stretched out his hand, as if eager for the Count of Piedmont's help to help them stand up.
Their skin was all covered with black spots.
The Count of Piedmont took a breath of cold air and quickly took a few steps back to leave the tent. Only then did he realize that it was not that his soldiers were not awake, but that most of them were seriously ill. Although he found a fire outside
, but no longer have the strength to escape.
The Count of Piedmont calmed down and looked at the surrounding situation again - although there were very few soldiers running out of the camp, he also did not hear the sound of the enemy's attack. Perhaps this was just an accidental fire.
He held his still groggy head and stumbled towards the entrance of the military camp with the soldiers. There were so many sick people among his men that it might be difficult to put out the fire, but he could seek help from other lords. His military camp
He was in a relatively central position in the siege camp. As long as he ran to the gate of the military camp, he should be able to see the fire-fighting team organized by other lords.
However, the closer it got to the entrance of the military camp, the more intense the fire became. The fire tonight seemed to start from the entrance of the military camp. The black smoke became thicker and thicker, and the Count of Piedmont coughed violently.
, my head became increasingly dizzy.
"It's bad!" The terrified voices of the soldiers came from the distance, "The camp door can't be opened, it seems to be blocked by something!"
"What do you mean by blocking? Doesn't the camp gate open inward?"
The Count of Piedmont covered his mouth and nose and broke through the thick smoke. He was about to reprimand the dizzy soldiers, but the scene in front of him shocked him and left him speechless - the two-person high wooden wall outside the military camp.
The whole thing was on fire. The fortifications that surrounded the camp to protect the soldiers had now become a nightmare wall of fire, completely blocking their access to the outside world.
"It's just blocked by something!" The soldier in front of the camp gate shouted with a sad face and towards Count Piedmont, "Something has nailed the camp door shut from the outside!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge burning wood rolled down from the camp gate. The soldier in front of the gate suddenly became silent, and the camp gate was covered in flames in the blink of an eye.
"Something's wrong! There's definitely something wrong with this!"
Count Piedmont screamed strangely, turned around and ran towards a sentry tower in the camp that was not on fire. He climbed up the sentry tower tremblingly on the ladder, and finally had a clear view of the camp.
Extraterrestrial situations——
Under the wooden wall of his camp, there was a large amount of unburned hay and sulfur piled up. As he expected, the Alemanni lords had arrived outside the camp, and their men and horses surrounded the camp in darkness.
Thousands of soldiers are throwing jars of liquid at the fire on the wooden wall, but these liquids have no power to extinguish the fire. On the contrary, wherever they fall, the fire will open its mouth and become bloody.
Even more hot and fierce - those soldiers were not pouring water, but pouring oil!!!
"What are you doing?" the Count of Piedmont shouted at his fellow lords from a distance, "The Duke of Saxony! The Duke of Burgundy! The Count of Innsbruck! The Count of Provence! The Count of Munich! The Count of Novara...
You, are you all crazy?"
No one responded to the Count of Piedmont's words.
The fire in the camp became more and more intense, and soon spread to the watchtower under the Count of Piedmont. Soon, the watchtower fell down in the fire. As for whether the Count of Piedmont was thrown to death or burned to death,
Whether he was trampled to death by the soldiers in the chaos, no one knows.
The Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Burgundy, with cold faces, respectively directed the military operations against their Alemannic compatriots in the north and south.
"Report to the Duke, a small door in the north was knocked open, and a group of soldiers rushed out of the fire..."
"Kill them all. Let the archers shoot back the soldiers who are following them, and then use the trucks transporting grain and grass to close the gap!" The Duke of Saxony said coldly, "Remember to throw the bodies back into the fire after killing them.
Burn them all to ashes, and don’t let a hair fall!”
The soldier responded and left. Several lords rode up to the back of the Duke of Saxony. One of them asked: "Duke of Saxony, are we being too ruthless in doing this?"
"Isn't this a resolution we unanimously passed?" The Duke of Saxony looked at the lord who spoke expressionlessly, "Or do you want that strange disease that you have never heard of to spread to your army?"
"I don't mean to complain. Not even the Earl of Île-de-France has the right to interfere with the military matters decided by the military lord through the "***"." The lord paused, and then continued, "It's just,
If this matter spreads, there will inevitably be enmity between us and the Earl of Piedmont's family..."
"What grudge? The Earl of Piedmont was attacked by the Seven Hills Empire and died heroically. Can't all our lords present testify?" The Duke of Saxony stared at the lord, "Innsbruck, if you feel uncomfortable, then
It’s better to go back early and rest today. Tomorrow we will launch a general attack on Constantiniya, and at that time, we still count on you to contribute."
