Temple Sword

Chapter 160 Escaping is not Surrendering

Laszlo paced in the cold dimness of the crowded hall. He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but Muladen would not let him.

"Let me see what it's like outside!" he pleaded, clutching the Governor's arm like a frightened child.

"No!" Mu Laden looked at him nervously, "There's nothing to see outside, I can't put you in danger, no, no!

My dear Laszlo, my only loyal supporter, you belong here, by my side, you are my personal advisor, and you have nothing to do with the wall. "

"But I'm suffocating here, my lord!" Laszlo said. He was really sick and uncomfortable. He was dizzy, breathing hard, and his heart was beating fast, but not from excitement, he was panicked.

He felt that if he didn't go out again, he might just fall to the ground, unconscious.

"I can see that you are not in a good state." Mu Laden looked at Laszlo and pulled his arm away. "Actually, I am not feeling well myself. A large glass of wine will help. Go and treat yourself Pour me a glass, and bring me a glass too!"

This time the governor was right, and Laszlo gulped down the southern red wine, feeling better and better gradually.His heart was beating much slower than before, and he was no longer having difficulty breathing, but he just barely felt that the hall was no longer uncomfortable for him.

He couldn't control himself, and immediately poured two glasses of wine down his throat.After the third drink, his fingertips started to tingle, and he felt that pleasurable, guilty feeling again.

For almost a year since Timisoara he had felt this dizziness of total body pleasure.In his lucid moments, he knew it was just a coward's way of escaping reality.

He downed a fourth glass, then a fifth, and stopped counting.

Through the fog that covered his eyes, he saw Muradhan Subis say a few words nervously, and then five or six people left the hall.

He was about to drink his next glass of wine when there was a loud noise outside, shaking the walls of the castle.

The glass fell from Laszlo's hands, and he started spitting on the slate.His stomach was empty and he felt so relieved for a moment before his feet slipped and his head hit the floor, sinking into his own vomit.

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The army led by Janos Babonik camped at the foot of the Mirabella Fort, and after nightfall began throwing boulders from trebuchets at the castle higher up.

The impact of the boulder shook the walls, but did not seem to have done much damage to the structure of this fortified fortress.

In response, the defenders of the castle also activated the catapults mounted on the fort, sending three boulders into the siege camp.

George Soubis, the Castle Master, and several others laughed as the people below spread out like ants, dodging the projected boulder.

They still have a lot of ammo, but don't want to run out of them in the first place.At this distance, the two armies could only frighten each other. The real siege had not yet begun. They were only testing each other's strengths and weaknesses.

"Aren't we going to shoot them arrows?" asked the Castle Master, but the Count just waved his hand.

"Don't waste our resources needlessly, if they come closer, or try to climb up, we will give them a big surprise, then Janos Babonik will always remember this day!"

"Then what should we do?"

"Let's wait," suggested George, "dodging the stones that are shooting at us, and wait patiently for our turn."

Although the castle master wanted to destroy the besiegers, he still conveyed this order to all the defenders.Three hundred Soubis soldiers retreated under the cover of the stone wall, holding their shields above their heads, and waited for the rain of enemy stones to stop.

However, the siege army did not give up quickly. Stone balls and stones of different sizes attacked and smashed against the city wall, causing more or less damage in the courtyard.

The hellish roaring and crashing continued for hours, and George Soubis was sure it would all be over, that when the fools tried to climb the rock with a siege ladder, he would send them to hell with his own hands...

A hunchbacked man emerges from one of the inner buildings, holding a torch in his right hand and a shield in his left raised over his head, comically dodging a possible oncoming rock, and runs straight to George.

"Lord George!" He tried to shout over the sound of the slinging stones, "Lord Muradon wants you to go to the hall immediately."

"What did you say?" George growled at the messenger, even though he knew he shouldn't be mad at him. "Tell my brother I'm working hard to protect our family's property and honor from destruction!"

"My lord," the messenger bowed pitifully, "The governor has ordered me to bring you before him at all costs. If I don't take you back, he will cut off my tongue!"

George was well aware that his frustrating older brother was capable of anything in times of despair, so he rolled his eyes and complied with Muladen's request.

After entering the castle, he was surprised to find that the sound of boulders hitting the city wall sounded deeper and more terrifying than the outside for some reason.But he didn't pay too much attention to this issue, but wanted to rush to the hall as soon as possible, and then return to the defenders.

He wanted to observe every moment of the siege so that when his moment came he could direct the soldiers with the best strategy.

"What's so urgent, brother?" He stomped into the hall, avoiding a man mumbling in his own vomit in disgust. "I still think that you should also put on the armor and stand on the city wall with me. If not tonight, then at least..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because he suddenly found that there should be only twenty of the fifty people around Mu Laden.

"Where are your soldiers?" George asked, frowning. "What are you doing?"

"Come on, we're getting out of here!" The Croatian Governor grabbed his arm. "My caravel is ready to go, and we're going down the secret road, and by midnight we'll be far away!"

"I don't mean to give up fighting," George shook his head in astonishment, "With the number of their army, they can't take down this castle. They don't have enough people to climb the rock wall, but we have enough people to repel them! "

"What if we run out of food?" retorted the governor. "What then?"

"Our supplies will last for months," George insisted. "It would be foolish to escape from the safety of the walls!"

"If we stay here, sooner or later these walls will become our prison," Mulladen said. "And what nonsense are you talking about they couldn't take the castle?
More than 40 years ago, the Kacic family was almost driven away by the same coalition forces, and they knew how to take Omis! "

George couldn't believe his ears that his brother wanted to run away!

"What would our father say if he saw you like this now?" He looked at his brother contemptuously, "If he heard what you said..."

"Our father would have done the same thing as me," Muladen said with a smile, "believe me, he taught me how to be a governor!

He would not wait for the walls to fall, and he knew that at any moment the Venetian fleet and other armies might come from the south.We are too few to defend from both sides!Do you want to die here? "

"I'm not running around like a mouse, coward," George said quietly, "and who am I then? If you want to go, go, get out! But don't take me, I'm still There's something to do..."

He turned and started back toward the wall with angry strides, but Muladen had braced himself for his brother's reaction.

When George turned, four soldiers, at the governor's command, fell upon the count and pinned him to the ground, a fifth took off his helmet and tore off his bonnet, and a sixth slapped him hard with the butt of his spear. head, knocking him out.

"Is this what you want, you idiot?" Muladen asked angrily, before waving at his men again, "Take him away, and the man lying in the vomit, don't hurt They, they're all important to me."

(End of this chapter)