Realm of Power

The night wind swept across the field, rustling the grass and making a low whimpering sound. Following a loud rumble of thunder, lightning flashed across the dark sky, illuminating the earth below. White lines of rain fell from the high altitude on the side, hitting the mud. in the soil,

Van Luntieen, commander of the Second Cavalry Flag of the Confederate Army, stopped his advancing horse in an open area. His bloodshot eyes swept across the front of the road. In the white rain curtain, the black cavalry troops were divided into several directions. Approaching the high ground quickly,

Each team is like a long black dragon, with iron hoofs clanging and rumbling. The rain hits the cavalry, and the black armor shines with a dark luster. The cavalry regiment galloping in the rain curtain looks extremely spectacular.

In the distance, a rapidly approaching violent point made Van Lundien's eyes light up as he looked around blankly.

"My lord", the scout cavalry jumped down from the horse, ignored the mud on the ground, knelt down on one knee in front of Van Lundien, and reported, "Our army has found a target and is approaching the river beach. The formation is scattered and dragged out." The length is close to five miles and the visual strength is about 5,000."

"Really? Are there any other targets near the target?" After hearing this report, Fan Luntieen grabbed the reins of his horse with an excited expression. "Not yet, because of the Fadu River, so we can't get the exact information," the scout responded. "Okay, I understand, continue to pay close attention." Van Luntien nodded, and the scout mounted his horse and galloped away. "Sir, do we need to attack immediately?" Several Falcon Cavalry officers following him were a little nervous. Come together

"No hurry." Van Luntien waved to the officers, "We destroyed the only passable bridge on the river. Even if the other side continues, it is impossible for the army to cross the twenty-meter-wide river immediately, so They will definitely build a pontoon bridge, which is enough to delay them for several hours. We just need to wait quietly and recharge our batteries until all the opponent's main forces arrive. That's when we will really attack."

"Yes" the officers nodded with understanding.

As Van Lentern said, the first 5,000 Norman troops to arrive soon discovered the ruined stone bridge, and had to disperse all 5,000 troops to cut down trees and prepare to erect them on the bridge. The posture of the floating bridge,

Van Lentern's eyes once again focused on the river in the distance. Because he was located at a high place, the situation on the river in the distance was clearly visible. He didn't know when. Countless red torches have appeared on the other side of the river, densely packed all over the river beach.

Behind the river beach, there are many light spots converging towards the river beach. They are torches lit by the Normans. There are tens of thousands of them, overwhelming and powerful, with noisy human voices and the neighing of war horses. As the night breeze continued to blow, several pontoons were built on the river with white waves, and queues of Normandy soldiers were pouring over from them. Occasionally, there was a cry, and many black spots fell into the river.

No one noticed that in a dense forest not far away, a group of lone wolves were looking at them hungrily.

The neatly arranged armors and spears are as far as the eye can see. The rain soaked the helmet. It went in along the gap in the brim of the hat and flowed down from the soldiers' thin chins. No one made a sound, only the sound of rain splashing on the iron plates of the armor. Under the black iron helmet, there are faces that are darkened by the rain and sunburned by the rain, and under the brim of the hat are eyes that are slightly sinister due to fatigue.

An hour later, as the pontoon boards locked with thick ropes were thrown into the rapids, the outline of the pontoon soon appeared on the river. Three hours later, the raindrops suddenly stopped and unexpectedly appeared in the sky. Half of the crescent moon stares coldly at the earth below

"Sir, attack. Otherwise, they will run away." Some Falcon officers reined in the horses that were digging the ground with their hooves and urged them in an uneasy low voice. The wind mixed with water vapor hit their faces, bringing a gust of wind. the exhilarating chill,

In just over an hour, five to six thousand people had crossed the river beach below. The soldiers crossing the river gathered in groups here and there, sitting on makeshift fires and roasting their bodies. Wet clothes and weapons were casually discarded next to them, and they loudly joked about their gains in yesterday's battle.

It was simply a sign of seeking death. Van Lentern withdrew his gaze from a distance and felt that the attacking fighter plane was ripe. He slowly turned his horse around and raised his head high towards the 7,000 Falcon light cavalry who were waiting in formation behind him. Falcon sword in hand

"kill"

With a loud roar, in the dim moonlight, groups of cavalry in black armor swept across the earth like strong winds, leaving behind dust like rolling dragons all over the sky. The sound of galloping horses quickly caused a stir on the river beach. Norman attention,

"Enemy Attack" The roaring sound of horse hooves made such a cry seem paler. The whole body was covered in black armor, like the god of vengeance emerging from the darkness, and the cavalry's sharp swords were raised high. The wind blew in my face, mixed with moist water vapor. The horse's hooves stepped on the soft soil, making a crisp sound.

“Crush them”

The sharp Samor sword in Van Lentern's hand used the power of his horse to slash off the shoulder of a Norman soldier.

Poof, the Normandy soldier who had not had time to react was cut open on the spot. Blood mixed with internal organs poured out from the incision, blasting Van Lentern's face. The first group behind him was hit like a heavy hammer. On the flank of the panicked Normans, "killing" the Falcon Cavalry was like lightning, and the sharp sword cut through the armor of the Norman infantry. , bright red blood squirted from the enemy's neck, war horses crisscrossed, and the figures of more than a hundred Norman soldiers disappeared from the eyes in an instant. The corpses scattered like trampled cloth, and the sound was mixed with metal and flesh. In the collision, the Falcon Cavalry, which had an absolute numerical advantage in the local area, almost effortlessly overwhelmed the two thousand-man troops on the side of the tidal flat.

"Stop them"

The Normans were also anxious. On such a wide river beach, they were attacked from the side by such a group of cavalry. If they could not stop them, they would be dead. At the critical moment, the bravery of the Normans was very obvious. A Norman lord, with more than a hundred people, The Normandy heavy cavalry, wearing heavy armor, holding flails and heavy swords in their hands, quickly faced the attacking Falcon cavalry from all sides of the river beach without fear.

The sound of "clang" metal colliding was mixed with the shouts of fighting. The two cavalry troops were entangled like two metal monsters squeezing each other, with swords and swords flashing, flesh and blood flying, and galloping horses passing each other.

The cavalry figure above was thrown off his horse while lying on his back. Being dragged by a war horse for more than ten meters

"Kill," the second thousand-man Falcon Cavalry rushed in from the front in time. The surging Falcon Cavalry smashed the limited Normandy heavy cavalry into pieces. The entire river beach seemed to be cut from the middle. Open, "Oh my God"

The panicked Normandy infantry rolled to the ground in the squeeze, and bright red human blood splashed out from the passing war horses. The horses were like thunder. This ambush broke out so suddenly that many people noticed the onslaught of the murderous god. They are not wearing the armor of the Salanders before. , but is similar to the black armor of the Netherworld God of Death. The war horse under his crotch is strong and tall, a full head taller than our Normandy war horse. The weapon is so sharp that it can split the armor on the body in one go. It is unstoppable and transparent. With a terrifying ferocity, "It's the Falcon Emperor"

I don't know who it was in the chaos, and screamed loudly. The Normandy army suddenly exploded. The Normans, whether they were meritorious troops or a team that had experienced hundreds of battles, all lost their courage and couldn't stop them. They turned around and turned behind them. If you jump into the river, you will at least have hope of survival. If you stay on the river beach, you will only be trampled into pieces. "Asshole, what is going on on the other side?"

On the other side of the river, the Duke of Normandy, Calvert, looked angrily at the other side of the river. His soldiers were being beaten in large areas. The frightened cavalry were forced to jump into the river without distinguishing between east, west, north and south. The corpses fell in rows. , not daring to turn around and fight at all, they were as docile as sheep being driven by a shepherd, and were killed by large swaths of black-armored cavalry rushing from behind.

As soon as it was revealed that the intact Norman flag regiment was in chaos before the battle began, the incomprehensible panic and fear suddenly spread. The soldiers had no fighting spirit. As long as someone shouted "Escape", there would be a crash. Everyone agreed with this, and the entire army dispersed at once. The soldiers took advantage of the chaos to join the torrent of deserters. The officers' scolding and threats did not help the soldiers at all.

The chaos even spread to some troops on the other side of the river who had not yet crossed the river. They saw that the troops on the other side were defeated and running wildly. They could face the Salanders bravely, but they did not have the slightest courage to confront the Falcon Emperor.

Although the Normans were brave, they were defeated by the Falcon Army in Salander. Tens of thousands of elites were abandoned on the Salander Peninsula. Many of the current troops and officers were withdrawn from Salander. , hearing the name of the Imperial Falcon Army is like hearing It's like a ghost, "Duke, I can't stand it any longer. The troops of Marquis Heymann and Marquis Kenneth have already withdrawn first." A Norman lord shouted hoarsely to Cavieberd, "If we don't leave yet, the Falcons on the other side will The emperor is about to cross the river and attack us."

"You bastards, these two bastards who escaped from the battle"

Even with Kawei's self-cultivation, he was furious at this moment, and there were fleeing soldiers everywhere. The torrent formed by the rout made his own bodyguards reorganize their flag regiments, and before they even got to the battlefield, their own family members were rushed to pieces.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,,,! feeling of joy

"What... is this?" A wry smile appeared at the corner of Van Luntien's mouth. The Normans chose to flee without a full-scale battle. By the time Van Luntien reacted, the main force of Normandy on the opposite river beach had already been He disappeared without a trace. This situation left Van Luntien not knowing how to explain to Statunko. To be continued.