My British Empire

  Chapter 423 The Despair of the Irish

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  The next day, the Celts used a test team of 3,000 people. After dropping more than a thousand corpses, they retreated in a panic, ending the day's battle.

  So, although the soldiers are all very happy, they look forward to the next war to continue like this.

   But Sir John was not happy. The smell of temptation here was too strong. Even if he repelled, there was nothing to be happy about.

   Sure enough, on the third day, the Celtics gave everyone in the castle a big one.

  On this day, the sun concealed half of the face from the sky. The morning dew wet the collars of the soldiers on guard.

   But everyone dared not slack off. Outside the castle, tens of thousands of troops stayed neatly in the camp, staring at them. A slight loophole could deal a devastating blow to the castle, and no mistakes could be tolerated.

  The soldiers standing guard felt that the castle was slightly shaken. Looking forward, an endless black phalanx slowly approached. At the front, five siege vehicles brazenly announced to them that the real war was coming.

   Soon, the news spread throughout the castle, and everyone boarded the city wall, watching this scalp-numbing moment.

  Sir John looked at the five siege engines, his face changed drastically, and his face was full of hatred.

   "Attention everyone, shoot me the people near the siege engine, shoot hard!"

   Tens of thousands of people could not line up in front of the castle, but surrounded the entire castle, as if looking for its weak point.

  However, the siege engine came directly to the city gate and started to attack.

   "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the bows and arrows on the city wall shot down one after another, taking away one after another Celtics who were guarding the siege engines.

  However, for each one, there are two or three screaming Celtic warriors, brandishing stone axes or spears, stepping on the corpses of their predecessors, rushing up one after another.

Soon, in less than half an hour, five heavy siege vehicles arrived at the city wall. On the arrow towers on the siege vehicles, the Celtic archers also looked at the soldiers on the city wall at the same level, and took away arrow after arrow. Take the lives of soldiers.

  So, it annoyed Sir John very much.

  He asked people to shoot the siege vehicle and the arrow tower at the same time. For a while, the soldiers on the entire city wall panicked.

   Finally, the arrow tower was shot down, but Sir John found that those Celts had climbed up the city wall step by step along the siege engine, although there were only a few sporadic ones.

  However, the power of role models is infinite. Those Celts tried to climb the city wall against the rain of arrows with the spirit of not fearing death.

   If you look from the outside, a series of echelons of human figures have formed and are continuously climbing upwards. Under the city wall, more Kate people are gathered and are lining up.

   It can be said that a person who climbs up the city wall may not necessarily die if he falls down, because there are several people helplessly laying the groundwork below him.

   It can be expected that if no measures are taken next, it is only a matter of time before the fortress is captured.

  Seeing such a scene, Sir John was taken aback, and he felt a little bad.

   "Quick, everyone stand up for me! Hold up!" Jazz shouted loudly, "Quickly, let the Musketeers come out and let them support!"

  The messengers faithfully fulfilled their duties, and within a short while, 300 musketeers came to the crowded city wall with neat steps.

  The soldiers moved away one after another, exposing the brave and invincible Celts who climbed the city wall to the sight of the Musketeers.

  Following an order, the muskets fired together, followed by a puff of thick smoke. Immediately afterwards, most of the Celtics who climbed the city wall fell down in an instant.

  The rest of the people didn't have the slightest sense of retreating. Instead, they yelled incomprehensible words and rushed towards the Musketeers.

   Immediately afterwards, the first row retreated, the second row moved forward, the ignition was fired, and another salvo was fired.

   This time, the remaining Celts finally fell down, and at the moment when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, hundreds of people climbed up again.

  Then, the musketeers started a new round of shooting, and the entire city wall was suddenly filled with smoke, making it difficult to breathe.

   In this way, on the third day, the tug-of-war began on the city wall, and it was very difficult to fight.

  In the evening, when the Celts finally withdrew their troops, everyone on the city wall breathed heavily, patted their chests, and were deeply moved.

   But Sir John didn't care about taking a break, instead he led his people around the entire city wall to boost morale.

   "Don't worry, we will definitely win!" "In a few days, reinforcements will arrive, keep going!" "Think about your family, they are in the city, for them, you must keep going!"

   Just a few words, Sir John said back and forth, the tour was over, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

  He was almost paralyzed on the seat, gasping for breath from exhaustion, then swallowed the bread in big gulps, and took a sip of hot soup regardless of his image, and he felt a little more relaxed.

   Fortunately, there is no shortage of food in the castle, otherwise it would be really difficult.

   "Sir, how many days will our gunpowder and arrows last?" He took a breath, and then he asked his ordnance officer.

   "My lord, this is exactly what I want to say. Today, we have consumed one-third of the arrows and half of the gunpowder. If we continue today's intensity, we will last for three days at most!"

   "The weekly production of the workshops in the city is only enough for today's consumption, my lord, please be restrained!"

   Sir John smiled at the words of his ordnance officer. He wanted to be restrained. Who would have expected that the Kate would be so fierce that they would force the musketeers out on the first day, completely breaking his plan.

   "Sir, you are an ordnance officer, and you should know a lot about various weapons. So, do you have any countermeasures against siege vehicles?"

  Today, what impressed Sir John most was the five siege engines, which were simply siege weapons, and made him miserable.

   "Eh!" The ordnance officer had a thoughtful look on his stiff face, and after thinking for a while, he finally took on a tinge of joy.

   "My lord, there are still twenty barrels of strong fire wine stored in the warehouse, and the fire is so powerful that it can burn those siege vehicles!"

  After being reminded, Sir John immediately had a smile on his face, and then a bitter expression.

  No more wine, what should I do in the future!

  The next day, under the strange eyes of the soldiers, Sir John brought twenty barrels of wine, and the city wall was filled with the smell of wine, causing everyone's noses to twitch.

  Then, five siege vehicles arrived as promised. Under the eyes of the soldiers, Sir John ordered people to spill wine on the siege vehicles, and twenty barrels of wine were spilled.

  The Celts below thought it was raining, but when they raised their heads, what fell into their mouths was wine, a high concentration of wine, and a smile suddenly appeared on their faces, and the siege vehicle was finally completely soaked.

  The savages howled and rolled in their drinks with joy.

  Seeing this, Sir John sneered, and dozens of torches fell down.

  In an instant, all the siege vehicles caught fire, and the fire was so fierce that the Kate people around couldn't avoid it.

   And those who were covered in alcohol also burst into flames, screaming and running on the ground, pulling innocent people from time to time, wanting him to save themselves.

  Who knew that with one infection, dozens of people were on fire, but hundreds of people were on fire. The miserable screams sounded numb.

   After burning for more than an hour, these siege vehicles were completely burned, leaving only a few ashes.

  Seeing such a scene, Sir John finally realized that there are still so many ways to defend the city, so he raised his posture.

  So, after returning to London, Sir John wrote a diary of his conquest in Ireland, and solemnly introduced the function of fire attack and strong fire wine not only for drinking, but also for killing enemies.

  Not only did he himself become an authority in defending the city, but he also accidentally made the sales of the strong fire wine to a higher level.

  Next, with the destruction of the siege engine, Sir John, who persisted for a week, finally waited for reinforcements of 5,000 people, defeating the Irish's final counterattack.

  Since then, the Irish have no choice but to accept the rule of the Tudor royal family.

  (end of this chapter)