Realm of Power

"The only way to die is to stay. Don't listen to him! It's because of his wrong judgment that we are in such a predicament!" A familiar voice came from the crowd, and it was the voice of Baron Alvin. Under his instigation, some soldiers began to riot,

"The guards are ready, anyone who dares to step out of this door will be killed immediately!" Benisaf shouted decisively from a high stone, his eyes soon locked on the figure of Baron Ivan in the crowd,

This timid high-ranking noble had given up his war horse at this moment. Instead, he was wearing a piece of soldier armor that he found from nowhere, and was mixed in with the crowd. He obviously wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rush out and ride the horse. It was too big. Not to mention moving at high speed in a crowded crowd, even if you wanted to squeeze in and get to the front, it would be impossible. Under Benisaf's gaze, Baron Irvine looked away with an unnatural expression on his face.

"Everyone, stay back!" The guards wearing legion armor quickly pushed away the crowd behind them and came up from both wings to block the gate of the fortress.

They raised tall shields at the city gate and used sharp spears to form an isolation zone. In order not to be stabbed by the sharp spears, the soldiers at the front involuntarily stepped back, but only slightly. Backed a little,

There were too many people behind, and they could no longer retreat. Those who could serve as guards were the people Benisaf trusted most. Even if they were also in danger and chaos, there were still hundreds of guards willing to believe in their regiment commander. ,

"Please believe me, I can use my half-life as a soldier to guarantee" the arrival of the guards. Only then did Benisav feel relieved. At least the situation was stable. He glanced down and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The enemy is deliberately trying to drive us out. The key point of the ambush must be at the exit. If we now If you go out, you will fall into the enemy's trap! But if you stay and hold on to the fortress, there is still a glimmer of hope for your survival! "

"A glimmer of hope to survive? What is a glimmer of hope!"

A burst of dissatisfied shouts erupted from the crowd, and Baron Irvine's voice could be vaguely heard, shouting from inside, "Everyone, think about your family. Are you willing to become a cold corpse here and let all the loved ones know it?" Are your people in tears? Just for this so-called glimmer of hope?" This sentence was like the fuse that lit a powder keg, immediately causing chaos in the situation that had just stabilized, and the soldiers in front began to surge,

"what to do?"

The guards looked at each other with pale faces, and the hands holding the spears were trembling slightly. Do they really want to kill their own people? At this time, a tall and strong soldier rushed forward. He raised one of the spears high and shouted, "Everyone rush over. I don't believe they really dare to kill their own people!"

"Come on!"

Someone set an example, and the people behind immediately became excited. The desire to survive turned everyone into reckless men. The large group of people rushed forward. One of the guards had no time to retract his spear, and it penetrated deeply into the chest of a soldier. chest,

The soldier's body was dyed red with blood, but his lifeless body was still being pushed forward by the people behind him. As if they were still charging forward, even as the commander of the Benisav Army, in the extreme panic, it was difficult to control the situation in front of them. Tens of thousands of Dunker soldiers swarmed towards the narrow city gate entrance like a tide. , the guards of hundreds of people were rushed to pieces in just a few seconds.

Hills in the distance. Cleveland, the commander of the Fifth Flag Regiment of the Confederate Army, was looking at the smoke-filled Sher Sand Castle in the distance with the bronze telescope in his hand, "It should be about the same! Why is there no movement yet?"

Cleveland put down the telescope in his hand impatiently and frowned slightly. "Is there something wrong? Probably not. Everything is arranged perfectly. With 7,000 to defeat the enemy of 20,000, naturally, It is impossible to choose to fight in an open field where it is disadvantageous for you.

The terrain of Sher Sand Castle just meets the needs of its layout. The terrain is high in the south and low in the north. To the north is a flat wilderness, and to the south are rolling hills like waves. Seven thousand troops were ambushed in sections in the rolling hilly area. , the Dunkels coming from the other direction are invisible,

The Sher Sand Castle they happily occupied had already been ordered by Cleveland to demolish most of the original foundation frames, relying only on the original mostly weathered stones for support. It was a typical dangerous building. Every thatched house in the castle was poured with flammable grease in advance. Finally, sufficient amounts of crude oil were piled in ten watchtowers on the four sections of the city wall.

Very simple, but very lethal. If the Dunkirk army of 20,000 people does not enter, it will be a dead end.

According to Cleveland, these are all leftovers from His Majesty Falcon's game against the left-backs. He only used them appropriately and there is nothing to boast about. Just as His Majesty personally proofread and sent them to the Army Military Academy. The first page of the tactics textbook for the general training class says the same thing, "The art of tactics is a technique of deception! Either you deceive the enemy and die, or you deceive yourself and die!"

Cleveland knew very well that relying on these alone could not kill all the 20,000 troops in Dunkirk, so the real killing array, as Benisav guessed, was a section about 300 meters long and wide outside the castle gate. On the Guangping,

7,000 Falcons from the Southern Army have already pulled out a huge attack formation about 100 meters away from the city gate.

In front of the city gate, 3,000 Falcon heavy infantrymen were arranged in three thousand-man formations, like a huge bow handle bent inward with murderous intent, which was the most stable support for the entire army formation. Then there were 4,000 Southern Army crossbowmen holding infantry crossbows, like huge wings stretched out to both sides, spreading out from the thick bow handle formed by the infantry to both sides, which was very spectacular. The crossbowmen were squatting or standing, and the dense arrows flashed a suffocating cold in the winter sun.

"General, can we send two thousand-man teams to launch an active attack from the collapsed position to draw them out?" A Confederate officer asked Cleveland for instructions.

At this moment, a rumbling and noisy voice came from the direction of the gate of Shersha Fort.

"No need, our prey has not taken the bait!"

Cleveland raised the telescope in his hand again, and saw from the round lens that countless Dunkers were like a flood that suddenly opened the gate, pouring out from the narrow exit of the fortress.

"Order to attack!" Cleveland sneered, "Buzz!" The violently vibrating bowstrings of 4,000 infantry foot-operated crossbows were released, and at the same time, a roar that tore the air was heard, which made people's teeth ache. The Dunkers who had just run out of the exit suddenly felt the sky turn white. Looking up, the tail feathers of several long arrows formed a white cloud in the sky. At the beginning, the white cloud seemed to be very slow, but when they rose to the top of the parabola, they suddenly drafted. Amid the sound of "Swish!", the silver arrows poured down like a rainstorm, instantly drowning the first person who rushed out.

"Puff"

The sharp crossbow arrows shot into the heads, bodies, and legs of the Dunkirk soldiers, wherever they could penetrate. The entire area covered by the arrows was emptied, leaving only the cold sound of the arrows falling. The dead bodies that had lost their lives trembled under the sharp arrows that kept falling, and the bloody stumps left long blood-red marks on the ground.

"Retreat, there's a trap!"

The Dunkirk soldiers shouted in panic, trying to retreat back to the entrance of the city gate again, but many people wanted to rush out, and they twisted into a ball and became the targets of the Falcon Army. Blood flowed like a river, and the bodies of the people who were shot by arrows fell in groups. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (.Vote for recommendations and monthly tickets,