northernbook Chapter 408: Death in Dresden
Chapter 408: Death in Dresden
At the gates of Dresden, after a long and brutal battle with two thousand generals and soldiers, Lina was already exhausted. The German army's torrential rain of boulders and crossbows on the city walls pushed her into a desperate situation.
A huge boulder crashed down towards Lina like a mountain crushing an egg, with the force of a tidal wave, as if it would completely crush her. Lina's eyes widened, her face filled with fear. She used up her last bit of strength to try to dodge sideways, but her extreme fatigue made her movements extremely slow.
The boulder grazed her left arm and crashed down with a heart-wrenching "crack." Her left arm was instantly broken, bone fragments piercing her leather armor like sharp arrows, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The leather armor was stained a deep crimson, like a gorgeous flower blooming in a sea of blood. The exposed skin was a bloody mess, flesh torn, and bones were faintly visible. The sight was unbearable.
Then, a dense swarm of crossbow arrows descended like a swarm of locusts, overwhelming the sky and leaving no room for escape. A crossbow bolt, darting like lightning, pierced her right calf. The sharp arrowhead easily pierced through her leather armor, leaving a horrifying, bloody hole in her leg. Blood flowed out like a crimson stream beneath her feet.
Lina stumbled violently in pain, nearly falling to the ground. She fought back the excruciating pain, struggling to steady herself, but before she could regain her footing, another crossbow bolt, like a ghost, struck her abdomen. Her leather armor withered beneath the powerful impact, ripping a hideous gash. The crossbow bolt pierced deeply into her body, pulling a small section of her intestines out. Blood, mixed with visceral fluid, flowed onto the ground like a flood, forming a horrifying pool of blood.
Lina's face turned pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and her eyes were filled with despair and pain. She felt her vitality was rapidly fading, as if she was being dragged into an endless dark abyss by an invisible force.
At that moment, Lina's leather armor had become a horrific sight. Under the force of the crossbow bolts, the armor ripped apart like fragile paper, revealing the bloody wounds beneath. Several crossbow bolts had lodged themselves deeply in her chest, each one causing immense pain. Blood flowed from the wounds like a fountain, quickly staining the ground beneath her red.
Despite this, Lina's face didn't show the slightest fear or flinching. Instead, her expression was filled with pain and determination, a devotion to life and an unyielding spirit against the enemy. Her eyes remained fixed on the enemies on the wall, as if piercing them with her gaze.
However, her tenacity didn't stop the enemy's attacks. Just as she struggled to hold herself together, another massive rock fell from the sky, striking her shoulder with the precision of a meteorite. The immense force instantly knocked her off balance, and she collapsed to the ground like a puppet struck by a sledgehammer.
After falling to the ground, Lina didn't give up. She used all her strength to try to stand up again. However, her body had suffered too much trauma and was no longer able to respond. Her limbs seemed to have been drained of strength, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get herself to stand again.
The German soldiers on the city walls witnessed this and roared in triumph. To Lina's ears, these cheers pierced her like the mockery of a demon. Then, they lowered the ropes and, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, bound the dying Lina tightly. Then, relentlessly pulling, they hoisted her onto the city wall like a lifeless sandbag.
On the top of the city wall, Lina's body was thrown roughly onto the cold, hard ground, as if she were just a worthless piece of merchandise. The German soldiers surrounded her like hungry wolves, their eyes filled with cruelty and wantonness.
A soldier strode forward, his foot as hard as steel, mercilessly kicking at Lina's wound. Each kick was filled with endless malice, causing the wound to open again, and blood to flow out like a fountain. He continued to curse, his voice sharp and piercing: "You ignorant woman, you dared to go against us! This is your fate!"
Another soldier, wielding a sharp knife, mercilessly cut through Lina's leather armor. The blade sliced through her skin with ease, widening the wounds. Blood flowed down her body, staining the ground beneath her red. He watched the bloody scene with a chilling, cruel laugh.
Some people even spat on Lina's face without any scruples. The dirty liquid slid down her cheeks, mixed with blood, making her face distorted and terrifying. They used all kinds of methods to humiliate her, as if to completely trample on her dignity.
Lina's consciousness gradually faded, but the rage and unyielding spirit within her burned like a flame, undimmed. Gathering her last ounce of strength, she glared fiercely at her insulting enemies, her eyes gleaming with determination. She wanted to tell them with her eyes that she would never be defeated, and even in the face of death, she would maintain her dignity.
However, as she lost too much blood, her body grew weaker and weaker. Her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand-pound burden, and she slowly closed them. In that moment, the roaring laughter of the enemies on the city wall seemed distant and blurry. Her world gradually fell into darkness, leaving only her bloodied and scarred body lying quietly on the wall, as if speaking of her unyielding and tenacity.