Realm of Power

Under the sudden attack of the Fifth Flag Regiment of the Confederate Army, the people of Dunkirk had completely lost control. A large number of people poured out from the fortress and hit the dense rain of arrows. The bowstrings of the Falcon Army's infantry crossbows continued to fire from the fortress. There was a horrifying vibration a hundred meters away, and the arrow clusters were like a violent storm, and they were swarmed like locusts. They were dense enough for everyone to take two or three arrows.

"Ahhhhh"

The arc-shaped fan outside the exit of the fortress was a tragic massacre. The Dunkirk people ran forward with all their strength, and then were shot to the ground in a row. Countless soldiers were like wheat straw swept by a giant scythe. Covered by the rain of arrows that came like a torrential rain, the whole piece fell down.

The arrows harvested life with an unimaginable shooting density, cross-shooting, and round-robin shooting. After the improvement of the Confederate Army's skilled crossbowmen using pulleys to pull the bow strings, the shooting speed has been increased to 12 rounds per minute, which averages to one intensive shot every five seconds. like

If it is on the open ground, the crossbow shooters may need to include the aiming time, which will take about 7 to 10 seconds. However, on the already arranged shooting plane, the crossbow shooters will spend almost no time. Accurately shoot the crossbow arrows at the completely confused enemy on the intersection.

"Load, shoot"

The voice from the captain of the shooter squadron seemed so cold at this moment, and the crossbowmen's mechanical and neat movements caused the corpses of Dunkirk soldiers to be laid out layer after layer from the entrance of the fortress to the curved fan fifty meters in front. , a Dunkirk soldier who retreated and looked back, in despair, actually used the weapon in his hand to look at the compatriots who were still pouring out behind him,

"Go back, I don't want to die"

"There is an ambush, everyone should go back to the castle."

In the chaos, the outermost shouts were so pale and weak. Before they could finish shouting, dense clusters of arrows from both wings were shot into their bodies from behind, and powerful crossbow arrows pierced through them. body. The blood splattered everywhere, and the pieces of flesh flew everywhere, like torn cloth, making a solemn popping sound. Some people wanted to lie in the pile of corpses and pretend to be injured, but the people behind them came roaring out of the narrow exit of the fortress. Run out and trample him into pulp,

In the gray sky, even the sun couldn't bear to hide from this tragic killing. It lasted for more than half an hour before the Dunkirk people's offensive in the fortress began to stop. No one dared to run out anymore.

"You idiots, have you seen it now?"

Benisav, who had tried hard to stop him but failed, was now in the darkness less than 2 meters away from the exit of the fortress. He punched a solid rock with all his strength. Blood flowed from his fist. A large number of soldiers who were stopped by him had pale faces. Completely stunned by the sight before me.

None of the people who ran out before survived. Blood gurgled into the dry winter soil. The entire moat outside the fortress was dyed red, and corpses were floating on it. As the river water lapped on the embankment, wounded soldiers were pressed among the piles of corpses and screamed for help. People had no time to pay attention. The large amount of human blood made the ground muddy. The scene is tragic and tragic

"If you still trust me, come back all to me." Benisaf stretched out his hands and turned around from the city gate with blood red eyes.

The tall and burly body almost blocked the light coming from the entrance. His eyes swept over and thinking of the scene just now, the soldiers were too ashamed to face it. Everyone began to retreat into the fortress step by step.

"Each team will count the number of guards, take some people to rubble to find the wounded, and gather them here under the city wall. We may need to prepare..." Benisaf was the last one to come out of the city entrance.

He ordered people to block the exit with rubble first, and then began to reorganize the queue. He knew that the battle was not over yet. This was just an intermittent rest for the opponent. The real battle had just begun. After a while, the city would When the Falcon Army outside finds that no one is coming out, they will definitely resort to a forceful attack. At that time, it will definitely be a life and death battle.

"Legion Commander, our army has a total of 5,231 people, including 2,312 wounded soldiers." The number reported by the guard made his face, which had just improved a little, suddenly become solemn as if he was about to drop someone.

"It's so frustrating." Benisav raised his head with a painful expression and looked at the sky with thick black smoke above his head. What kind of opponent is this? Until now, except for the fierce and precise arrow rain, and the initial That burning attack was like a collapse of the sky. I didn't even know what my opponent looked like. It was so frustrating. The opponent's long-range strike ability was in an absolute control position.

In less than half a day, the aggressive Dunkirk army encountered the dilemma of losing its marshal to death and more than three-quarters of its 20,000-strong army. Now there are less than 3,000 soldiers who can take up arms, and most of them are dead. with injuries,

It was the more than 2,000 soldiers who were injured in the collapse that made Benisav feel comfortable. These wounded soldiers who were pulled out from the rubble had either broken arms or legs, and they were lying there in pain. Crying to heaven and earth,

Due to the lack of treatment drugs and gauze to wrap the wounds, the wounds of these soldiers were exposed with broken bones and flesh, covered with dirty dust, and looked like a ball of blood and mud. It was shocking, and they screamed in pain. , and the maddening depression in front of them, made other soldiers begin to look uneasy.

"Are we all going to die here?"

The soldiers who could fight were separated separately. Although no one asked, the look in every soldier's eyes was like this. It was a look of despair. Their hands holding weapons were lowered, like A walking corpse

A trace of confusion flashed in Benisav's eyes. His morale was low and his military spirit was low. How should he persevere in this battle?

"Legion Commander" a guard in charge of cleaning suddenly ran over nervously and whispered breathlessly into Benisaf's ear, "I...we found the Marshal of Ushuaia"

"What?" Benisav's eyes bulged, and he thought he was hearing hallucinations, until the guard affirmed again, "We have found the marshal of Ushuaia, because the marshal was very lucky to fall into a tunnel between the collapsed city walls in the chaos. He was temporarily stuck in the crack. When we found him, he only suffered some minor injuries."

"Then what are you waiting for? Take me..." Benisaf grabbed the guard's hand and said,

"No need, I can still walk on my own." Before he finished speaking, the dusty and embarrassed Marshal of Ushuaia limped slowly from a distance with the support of several guards. , although there are some bad sins, it is still relatively Compared with the injured soldiers who had lost their hands and feet, the old marshal was in a pretty good situation. He came out with a layer of skin rubbed off on his knees, which looked bloody. The rest was almost uninjured because of the strong general's armor on his body. place

"How many more people do we have?" The Marquis of Ushuaia took one look at the situation, his face suddenly dropped, and he asked in a weak voice, but the overall spirit seemed to be good. He looked sharply at Benisaf who was saluting.

"5231 people" Benisaf raised his head and responded seriously,

"I mean people who can participate in combat." The Marquis of Ushuaia gave Benisaf a deep look. They are all soldiers. Is this little trick interesting?

"Less than 3,000." Benisav's face looked ugly and he could only report the truth.

"Three thousand people..." The Marquis of Ushuaia said to himself with trembling lips. This number made him close his eyes in pain, and two lines of sad tears rolled down. An army of 20,000 people, this is the largest army in the principality. We need and are the best soldiers. The 20,000 soldiers who went out this time are all truly elites selected from the 80,000 public troops. More than half of them are veterans. But now, there are only such a few people left.

In this battle, the hard work that the principality has invested over the past few years has been wasted. If it wants to make any difference again, it will take at least five years. Five years. For those who are determined to take advantage of the defeat of the Normans and take power in this region For the Grand Duke who won the final victory in the official election, even waiting for a moment feels very long. Another five years. Who knows what the situation will be like by then.

"Is it over?"

Outside the city, Cleveland, the commander of the Fifth Flag Regiment of the Confederate Army, glanced coldly at the calm killing field in front of him, and frowned slightly.

It shouldn't be. Although the opponent suffered heavy losses in the collapse, according to the 20,000 troops of the Dunkirk people, there should be at least more than 10,000 combat troops. However, in just half an hour, the Dunkirk people were in the ambush circle. Only 4,000 corpses were left behind,

Now there is no target still standing on the attack surface, which proves that the enemy has given up the possibility of continuing to attack.

"It seems that the other party is not all fools. They are aware of it, right?" Cleveland's eyes flickered, and he turned around with some depression and ordered, "Come here, send an envoy as usual and tell them to surrender or die like a soldier." Make that a choice.”

He roughly estimated that after his series of blows, there should be less than 5,000 Dunkirk troops left in the castle capable of fighting.

Although they luckily escaped, the remaining five thousand people at this moment must be tired, hesitant, frightened, and the camp is full of wounded soldiers.

However, in this case, the last part of the troops can be saved, and the opponent's commander must also be very capable.

In a difficult situation, unimaginable fierce resistance is more likely to break out. If you rush in like this, there will be some inevitable casualties.

Moreover, this time the Legion Headquarters has given instructions that if possible, the main goal is to capture the opponent's senior generals.

In this way, internal intelligence of surrounding countries can be obtained in the shortest possible time.

Now, it's time to make a choice. It has always been the tradition of the Falcon Army to give the enemy the choice of surrender or total annihilation. To be continued