I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 263: Taking down Pilsen

In the following days, Alpha and his team rushed to various battlefields without stopping, launching thrilling attacks against the enemy one after another. Every battle was like walking on the edge of a knife, and the slightest mistake could lead to an irreparable situation.

However, the battlefield environment has changed, and there are no more ambush sites with ups and downs. Despite this, Alpha and his team did not lose heart. They used tactics flexibly, making the enemy unable to defend and exhausted. The enemy was annoyed by their endless attacks and their morale gradually declined.

Finally, when the enemy arrived in Pilsen, Alpha had managed to reduce their number to about 2,000. The enemy's eyes were full of fatigue, and their desire to fight was almost gone. This hard-won victory marked a turning point in the war. From then on, the enemy could no longer organize an effective resistance. Alpha and his team gradually took the initiative.

"Lord Alpha, the mutants are trying to enter the city." The soldier who reported the situation said with a hint of nervousness. At this time, the mutant army was only 20 kilometers away from Pilsen, but their advance speed was unusually slow, as if they were deliberately stalling for time. They only slightly quickened their pace when they approached the city wall.

Alpha's mind was focused on the upcoming Battle of Berlin. He had already secured victory in the battle of Pilsen. He was more concerned about the number of people in the city who had defected to him.

"At present, more than 40% of the imperial soldiers have chosen to join us, and 30% are still waiting and watching, Lord Alpha." Ferold stood aside and reported the situation in the city to Alpha in detail.

Alpha thought for a moment and gave a decisive order: "Let the mutants into the city and let them see with their own eyes what the mutants have become now. At the same time, launch a large-scale attack when they enter the city. It does not require the number of enemies killed, but only the momentum, so that Darlo's soldiers can cheer and shout in the rear." He wanted to create the illusion that the enemy was cowardly and dared not fight.

At present, the enemy is exhausted, but this is mainly due to the harassment of the monkeys. On the front battlefield, the mutants have not suffered a substantial defeat, and Alpha has no intention of confronting the enemy head-on.

"The enemy will definitely not dare to fight. After entering the city, you can use various means to attack the enemy, use poison, assassination, as long as you can kill a few of them and put them in a desperate situation. At that time, we will send people to lure them to surrender and launch an attack, and try to eliminate these enemies before tomorrow morning." Alpha knew the importance of time. He could not give the enemy any chance to breathe and recover, otherwise the power of two thousand mutants would be enough to put him in trouble.

Under Alpha's sophisticated strategic deployment, the battle in the city unfolded quickly like a carefully choreographed symphony. After the mutants were deliberately released into the city, they faced a scene of chaos and fear. They saw that their former companions had now become terrifying monsters, and this psychological shock greatly undermined their morale.

More importantly, these mutants were no longer arrogant. They were dejected like defeated soldiers, their eyes full of fatigue and sleepiness, and they no longer enjoyed the pleasure of oppressing humans. One by one, they found a corner and fell asleep.

After receiving Alpha's order, Ferod began to actively prepare a large amount of food to provide supplies for the exhausted soldiers. At the same time, he also contacted those warriors who had not yet determined their affiliation and tried to win their support.

The mutants who were once so high and mighty now looked like this, which helped Ferold win the support of 60% of the soldiers. Even the die-hard fans who once firmly supported the mutants now only had 20%. The rest of the people remained neutral, they did not support any side, and only wanted to have no merit or demerit in this war.

"Sir, the hot food is here." The mutant slept from the afternoon until late at night. When he woke up, he saw the delicious food. He was extremely excited and started to grab the food directly.

"Sir, don't eat it. It's poisonous. They want to harm you!" Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Gusen has not given up on these mutants.

"You're joking, sir. Look, we're eating by ourselves." The soldier who was serving food saw the mutant's puzzled expression and started eating himself. The way he wolfed down the food was even crazier than the mutant.

"Get out of here and don't disturb me while I'm eating." The mutant saw that the soldier who delivered the food was also wolfing down the food. How could he trust these humans anymore? He kicked the guy who was preventing him from eating away.

However, they did not realize that this seemingly delicious food concealed deadly dangers.

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"What's going on? Why is my body out of control?" The mutants asked in astonishment. They were originally prepared to launch a bloody massacre against humans to vent their anger. However, at this moment, they found themselves top-heavy, as if their bodies were out of control and they could not stand still.

"It's too late. You've been poisoned by our special muscle softening powder. After taking so much, you won't be able to stand up for at least three days." The soldiers lay on the ground, secretly thanking their luck. This muscle softening powder does not threaten life, but only temporarily makes people lose their ability to move. After a period of time, the effect of the medicine will fade and the body will recover as before, so they dare to use it boldly.

"Now the whole city is under our control." Gusen showed a smug smile on his face, and he seemed to have seen the dawn of victory.

"Gusen, you are an incompetent waste, a traitor who sells out his master for fame and fortune." Darlo led the soldiers rushing in from the South City, his eyes full of anger and contempt.

"Gusen, you'd better commit suicide to avoid dirtying my hands." Ferold also led a large number of soldiers to attack from the north gate, his tone revealing undisguised disgust.

"Everyone lay down your weapons, or you will be killed without mercy." Monkey led his special forces team to occupy the city wall, with the black muzzles of their guns pointing downwards, emitting a chilling aura.

"Damn it, I will kill you despicable guys." When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous of each other. What's more, the monkey has been cruelly torturing these mutants during this period of time. The mutants who were not poisoned could not suppress the anger in their hearts and rushed out directly.

"Shoot." Faced with the charge of more than a hundred mutants, Monkey gave the order to shoot without hesitation. Dozens of specially modified large-caliber rifles fired at the same time, and dense bullets rained down on the mutants.

Faced with the intensive fire from dozens of enhanced large-caliber rifles, the mutant's body was almost turned into a hornet's nest, and he fell powerlessly in a pool of blood.

Looking at the mutant lying on the ground, everyone was filled with fear. The myth of the mutant's invincibility was completely shattered at this moment and collapsed before everyone's eyes.

At the same time, Alpha's army launched a fierce attack in the city. However, there was no resistance in the city, which made Alpha feel that his attack was like hitting cotton, with no power.

As time went on, more and more imperial warriors chose to join Alpha's camp. They were impressed by Alpha's ingenious strategies and attracted by his beautiful vision for the future. Those who were still on the sidelines were gradually infected by this atmosphere of victory and began to tend to surrender.

By the next morning, when the first rays of the sun shone on the city, the battle was almost over. After a night of panic and chaos, the mutant army was demoralized and no longer able to fight. Alpha's army was in high spirits, ready to welcome the final victory.

Alpha stood on the city wall, overlooking the battlefield below. He knew that this victory was not only a military victory, but also a psychological victory. He successfully used the enemy's fear and broke their morale, while also consolidating his position in the empire.

"Sir, we succeeded." Ferold walked to Alpha and said softly.

Alpha nodded slightly, with a determined light in his eyes: "Yes, we succeeded. But this is just the beginning, the real challenge is still ahead."

Alpha looked into the distance, which was the direction of Berlin. He knew that the Battle of Berlin would be a more difficult battle, but he was fully prepared because he not only had a strong army, but also the support of the people and firm beliefs.

In this ever-changing world, Alpha deeply understands that only by continuously moving forward can we find the path to survival. And he, like a brave pioneer, leads everyone forward on this rugged road.

Alpha calmly began to clean up the mess. Facing those stubborn mutant diehards, he did not choose to shoot them easily, but came up with a plan to capture them alive and use them as labor. These diehards can be sent to the mines to pave the way for future development; they can also participate in other hard labor and contribute to society.

Alpha's decision not only demonstrates his wisdom and strategy, but also reflects his rational use of resources and respect for life. He knows that every life has its value, and even those who once stood on the opposite side can contribute to the progress of society through labor and transformation.

"Lord Alpha, according to news from the front, the envoys sent by Berlin have arrived. They are eager to meet you and convey important matters to you."