"Be patient and not be in a hurry, and wait until they (the Saracens) are fully loaded, for they will have their own evil intentions after they have seized their possessions, and will guarantee our victory." Charlematt before the Battle of Poitiers

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Macmillan was surrounded by a group of rough pirate-turned-minuers, who were the first to play a game of murder with the prisoners of war, who cut off the heads of two unlucky fellows, tied them to sail ropes, hoisted them to the mast, and kicked them into the water.

"You big-headed soldiers with no face! I don't have the slightest pity for you, it's just too far from the little Babu, if it doesn't happen like these two people, tell me all about the current situation! Macmillan let out a terrible laugh and intimidation, and then the servants around him also laughed and raised their shining blades.

The rest of the men were completely frightened, and they readily told Macmillan about the configuration of their legions, fleets, and positions, and "Shut all the captives under the cabins, little ones, and show this bastard Cassiyo the power of our well-trained pirates!" Let's not rush into the harbor and fight them, but block the harbor with our backhand! Macmillan gave the order with great cheerfulness and magnificence—many pirates howled and whistled, and rushed quickly across the water in small boats, some jumped straight off deck and swam in the water, and climbed onto the part of the sunken ship that had been left on the water, and stuck the boats on it, and Macmillan sent two or three ships, with the assistance of the pirates who had boarded, with swift hooks, ropes, and chisels. Self-sinking in the waterway.

Then the pirates stood on the sunken ship. Dancing. He shouted and cursed, and raised the small tube in his hand high, and shot out a flash of light with a "whoosh thump" that cut through the gray twilight.

"What? All the reinforcements on the periphery were captured? Cassillo, who was in command of the flagship, saw and heard the news, and immediately decided, "All ships, paddle quickly." Don't be afraid of the night, rush out with me, or I'm going to be stuck here? Damn, could it be that the goddess of fate is really Li Bida's mistress, and as soon as we raided in, they surrounded us. ”

Outside the shipwreck line, Macmillan ordered all the big ships to line up and use huge stone throwers and noblewoman's cannons to throw stone buckshot into the harbor. Even though it was night, there was no need to aim at all, and the column of water continued to rise. About one out of every three stone bullets was enough to hit, and Cassio was on Cambridge, seeing the sight of broken pieces of wood flying everywhere, he could only reluctantly order, "Tow the ships that can be towed to the water's edge, and inform the legions outside the city, that they should be prepared to prepare for the enemy to come ashore." ”

During the night, as fireballs smashed down on the walls and houses of Camillos, setting the water on fire, the soldiers of Cassiio faithfully and courageously carried out their commander's intentions, and all of them, at the risk of being hit and burned, used ropes to tow the smoky ships into the docks of the Rhodesians, and many died and drowned without a sound.

Even in the darkness of the night, many of Macmillan's pirates, armed with daggers and swords, dived like schools of fish, and attacked the frightened Cassius everywhere, and set fires, shouting at the acropolis of Camillos, and making peace with the guarding magistrate Clearcus, and the Rhodes who were guarding the city heard that the High Priest's fleet and legions had arrived outside the city, and they were all rejoicing and full of courage to continue the battle.

On the other front, Cassillo's herald was also a little half a step late, he was really an unfortunate general, in terms of military ability and tactics alone, he was by no means inferior to Lybida, and he was probably even better in naval command, but like Rabinus, "the goddess of fate has never favored me." ”

Macmillan, the great pirate, with great energy, ordered the rest of the fleet to turn, lit torches, and rushed to the beachhead where the Cassilian fleet was anchored. The sentinels on the shore were stunned when they saw the brutal naval battle under the stars and on the sea.

The orders from all directions, from all roads, arrived successively at the camps of the Fifth and Sixth Corps of Cassiyo, and the centurions received the commander's order of 100,000 urgent, and naturally they did not dare to slack off, and the soldiers were armed, and almost all the elite centurions were pulled out.

At this time, Macmillan handed over all the flat-bottomed ships in the fleet to six decked warships and nine Librna double-column raider escorts, bypassed the war group, and quietly approached a flat beachhead farther away under the cover of night, and then, at the request of rudeness and even inhumanity, the soldiers of the Fifth and Seventh Legions, without any protection, jumped into the water, and the most miserable was a certain hundred men of the Seventh Legion, half of whom were wearing armor, all of them were trapped in a seaside sandbar, and all of them were drowned and swallowed, None survived.

In such a night, the whole city of Camillos was full of black and blood, and the five legions of Cassiio were the first to rush to the landing place of the other side, and in the shallow water they beat their shields, demanding that some of the soldiers who were sunk in the water on the opposite side get up and surrender, but as soon as the words fell, nearly a thousand people appeared ghostly on the entire water, shouting and cursing in Gallic language, and out of nowhere they drew their swords with cold light, and swarmed and waded up, fighting with the five legions of Cassiyo.

This is a duel between two five legions.

On the rest of the fronts, fierce battles were also unfolding, and the remaining five brigades of Cassiyo's Sixth Corps ran to the base of the wall, and then to the coast, and were exhausted everywhere.

Cassillo's three brigades, on the other hand, were trapped in the harbor, separated by the Acropolis occupied by the Rhodes, and could do nothing for the night, but passively smash in the incoming fire from outside.

In the early morning of the next day, the waves drifted all kinds of corpses to the shore, overlapping them, and the losses on both sides were extremely heavy, and the casualties of Li Bida's army were even greater, and most of the losses of the lark army and the seventh army were drowned. However, they also took up a position along the beachhead, and continued to fight to land, and finally forced the soldiers of Cassiyo back to their camp.

After that, the officers and men of the Lark Legion chopped up and dismantled all the sunken and stranded ships, and used the timber and trees on the deck as fortifications in front of their own army. Then, Macmillan, who had been fighting all night, sent the rest of the transports ashore, and after counting, about 1,400 men of the Lark Legion had gone ashore, 900 men of the 7th Legion, and the centurions of the 2nd Legion had suffered all casualties.

In order to ensure security, Macmillan ordered all the warships at hand to line up on the sea outside the shore where they were, and arrange the ballistas as cover.

"Now, just wait for the follow-up High Priest to come back with the main fleet!" This pirate leader, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, actually made such a wish. (To be continued......)