Chapter 1149 Contemplating The Escape (Part-1)

Chapter 1149 Contemplating The Escape (Part-1)

"Hold your ground! Don't take a step back!"

"Push back! Push and fight your way through!"

"You cowards! Stop being a wuss always hiding behind your shield! Be a man and punch back! Show your fangs!"

"Swing your weapons men. Swing your weapons and open some free space. Or you will all die."

The officers tried to make their men counterattack the Margraves and Lord Parker forces like this, wanting to ward off the attackers, but it was to little effect.

The enemy just kept a safe distance and kept poking and prodding the formation with their long, sharp spears, like any good spear formation, not killing the legionaries outright but instead piercing their flesh with many small, painful wounds, ones that caused unbearable pain.

The legionaries were unable to withstand such torture for long, the many cuts and wounds quickly starting to add up, as their bodies instinctively recoiled to try and preserve themselves, even though their conscious mind told them to stand and fight.

This proved that they were only human.

Thus the enemy advanced- slowly and steadily, one step at a time, in a methodical, almost mechanical way, being accompanied by a chorus filled with ecstatic bloodlust and malice that was visible even through the full helmets that covered their faces and cheeks.

It was like they emitted an aura of slaughter.

It was sensing this aura radiating towards from either side that none of Alexander's men bothered to even contemplate the option of surrendering.

They were all veterans of many wars and knew what such auras meant. They had seen it many times and had even emitted it many times.

It represented the complete will to slaughter and take no prisoners. So they would be only humiliating themselves if they were to raise the white flag.

Much better to go off fighting like a man rather than crawl and beg for one's life like a dog, they all thought.

There was however one man that was an exception to this rule.

One who seriously pondered getting on his knees and surrendering, even if meant he had to act like a dog.

And that person was none other than the Lord of Zanzan himself- Alexander.

As the noose around him got tighter and tighter, and malevolent forces got closer and closer, the young pasha had found his mind becoming increasingly erratic.

Hence, currently, inside his own mind palace resided an angry, disheveled, and scared out of his mind child, one who paced back and forth in the white space like a maniac, uttering and recalling all kinds of rubbish.

In there Alexander, Cursed his own incompetence and hubris for letting himself get caught like this, for not keeping his eyes and ears alert. Swore that he would never lead another battle again if he made through this.

He would not surrender to Achillas only to be then be paraded around the city like a prized circus animal like so many captured kings and lords had been done throughout history.

Not to mention, every time he thought about raising the white flag, Miss Linda's beautiful but sinister face flashed in front of him.

His gut told him that landing in her hands would not end well for him. Which was prudent of him since the lady had vowed to violate Alexander the moment she got the chance. And it would not be the playful, pleasurable kind.

Thus when Hemicus shouted the alternate plan, "Alexander! Jump! Jump to the sea and escape! Jump!", the pasha seriously considered it.

Yes, jumping from such an intense distance was a great risk.

He had as much a chance of breaking all his bones and dying as he had surviving it.

But when the alternative was this or dying for sure, the choice appeared to become much more obvious.

Thus hearing the idea, he snapped his head to look at the ocean behind him and seriously started to study it, pondering on it.

'If I jumped with my legs pointed downward, like I have seen marines jump out of helicopters, then, I should be alright, right? Maybe I will break a few bones, but as long as I don't land on the shallows, I should be fine... right?'

Alexander had absolutely no experience in deep water diving and so could only hypothesize theoretically like this, not knowing whether all his assumptions were true and if it was indeed possible to survive the fall with the intended technique.

Not to mention even if he did choose the right technique, there still remained the question of the depth of the water below.

Because even though the sea looked deep, he had no idea if it was truly deep, deep enough to allow him to descend to an adequate depth safely and not hit land.

The sea below had to let him displace all the kinetic energy from his fall to the surroundings, hence cushioning his blow, so as to not break all his bones and kill him

However despite a large number of huge ships sailing over these waters, each ranging several tens of meters in length and weighing 50 to 100 tons, it still did not work to inspire any kind of confidence in Alexander.

Because these vessels were all made of light wood and thus displaced much less water than what an equivalent steel ship would do. So it was possible for them to safely sail with only a few feet of water underneath.

But Alexander guessed the waters had to be much deeper. The only problem was he did not by exactly how much.

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