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 troops. Even the Count of Piedmont himself was not immune. He remained bedridden for several days and missed all meetings of the lords.
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 expected that after a few more days of rest, I would be able to walk alone.
That night, he took the herbal medicine prepared by the military doctor as usual, and then buried his head under the quilt. These days, his body is hot and cold, and it is always difficult to sleep. Only after taking these herbs can he sleep peacefully.
I don't know how long it took, but a strong smell of smoke woke him up. He propped himself up in a panic, only to see a thick smoke rolling in from outside the tent.
"Enemy attack?"
This was the first reaction of the Count of Piedmont. 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 tent.
Black smoke was billowing, flames were rising, and fire could be seen from all sides of the military camp. But there were very few soldiers running outside the camp. He rushed into a camp angrily, trying to pick up the soldiers who were sleeping like pigs from their dreams, but what appeared in front of him were several rotting and smelly corpses that had been dead for many days. There were three living soldiers crawling on the ground with difficulty, one hand covering their throats and one hand reaching out to the Count of Piedmont, as if they were eager for the Count of Piedmont to give them a helping hand to help them stand up. .
Their skin was all covered with black spots.
Count Piedmont took a breath of cold air, quickly stepped back and left 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, he no longer had the strength to escape.
The Earl 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 on to his still somewhat groggy head and stumbled along with the soldiers as he ran towards the entrance of the military camp. There were so many sick people among his men that it would be difficult to put out the fire, but he could seek help from other lords. His military camp was in a relatively central position among the siege camps. As long as he ran to the entrance of the military camp, he should be able to see the fire-fighting teams organized by other lords.
However, the closer 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, and his head became increasingly dizzy.
"Oops!" The frightened voices of 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 door open inwards?"
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 was so shocking that he was speechless - the two-person high wooden wall outside the military camp. The whole thing was on fire. The fortifications that surrounded the camp and protected 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, towards Count Piedmont, "Something has nailed the camp door shut from the outside!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge burning log on the camp gate rolled down. 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 conditions——
Under the wooden walls of his camp were piles of unburned hay and sulfur. The Alemanni lords had arrived outside the camp as he expected, and their men and horses surrounded the camp in darkness. Thousands of soldiers were throwing jars of liquid at the fire on the wooden wall, but the liquid had no power to extinguish the fire. On the contrary, wherever they fell, the fire opened its mouth with teeth and claws, becoming hotter and fiercer - 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 fierce, 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, burned to death, or trampled to death by 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 Count of Île-de-France has the right to interfere with military matters decided by the military lord through the "***". "The lord paused, and then continued, "But 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."
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