Realm of Power

In the dark night, on the dark river surface, only a huge darkness can be seen, quietly, with only very faint starlight, the moon is hiding behind the dark clouds, the whole sky is gray, as if it is going to rain, and the air is also dark. It seemed very depressing. There was no wind at all. The humid and exciting air on the river made the patrol cavalry along the river feel a little cold. On such a night, both the Northwest Allied Forces and the Gauls seemed to be deliberately keeping quiet on the river bank where hundreds of thousands of troops were confronting each other. Reduce the noise in your own direction as much as possible,

In the second half of the night, the torches whirred in the night wind, and red sparks popped out from the top. The river bank where more than 100,000 troops gathered gathered, and a loud sound of footsteps came from the other side of the river. This caught Riverside's attention. "Attention enemy!" the patrol cavalry shouted as they flew along the river, causing the entire river bank to explode.

"Crossbowmen, hurry! Occupy the riverside!" Countless soldiers emerged from the Falcon Army's camp, and the river beach was quickly filled with soldiers. "Crossbow! 150 meters ahead!" As the crossbow squadron leader yelled one after another, a tense fighting spirit filled the air. The well-trained Falcon crossbowmen discharged several shooting lines, single-handedly Kneel down, lean forward, hold in your hands The foot-operated infantry heavy crossbow was slightly raised upwards, aiming at the river ahead. On the opposite river beach, there was also the noise of people and horses. Countless torches were like a river lighting up the earth. From behind the adobe on the other side of the river, they appeared like stars in the sky. come out,

"Line up!"

The sound of war horses neighing came with the wind. In the light of torches on the opposite side, countless Gallic soldiers in heavy armor could be seen gathering. A group of black shadows appeared on the opposite river embankment with the sound of wind. The Gallic legions were on the riverside. Ten infantry formations were lined up on the side, like a huge ladder formation.

The battle flags of a hundred Gallic squadrons were blown by the night wind. There was an exciting clattering sound, and long Gaul shields were as wide as door panels. The shields were painted with red cross coats of arms. Under the light of the fire, they were like ignited flames, in each queue. On the far left is the towering Gallic eagle battle flag. The flagpole is made of pure copper. The red battle flag is hung on the top of the spread-wing eagle shape, and is blown by the wind by the river. The linear formation of the entire Gaul infantry reflects a very high military quality and gives people a mountain-like feeling in the dark night.

"Sir," a Gallic general wearing a lion-shaped helmet turned around, lowered his head and reported to Stanley Spencer, who was coming towards him,

"General Pyrenees! I'll leave it to you here." Stanley Spencer stopped his horse by the river and glanced at the army formation in front. A gleam of heat flashed in his eyes. He put the entire 30,000 troops into the battle as bait. Not only courage but also courage, these warriors of the empire will shoulder the important task of attracting the attention of the opponent when the army crosses the river. Although it was just a staged attack, in order to convince the other party that necessary losses were unavoidable, his eyes were full of coldness. The Sona River tonight is destined to be dyed red with human blood, but the sun rising tomorrow will witness the glory of the empire.

"Don't worry!" The Gallic general with a lion helmet grinned slightly. "I will let those barbarians in the northwest know. In front of the rolling iron flow of the imperial army, they are just a bunch of wretches! Look at the dark clouds tonight , Your Majesty. We are all looking forward to the final decision in this battle in the northwest!"

"Okay, let's meet on the other side of the river!" Stanley Binse nodded excitedly. He was a famous general in the Pyrenean Gallic Fourth Army. The Pyrenean Army under his command was all Gallic heavy infantry. , famous for being good at attacking difficult situations in the empire, when Stanley Spencer disappeared,

Pyrenees turned around, looked at the river bank on the other side that was full of shooters, raised his hands, "Trebuchet, hit me!"

"Wow!" It was like a crack in the storm was suddenly torn open. Hundreds of trebuchets mounted behind the adobe suddenly flicked huge levers high into the sky. Whoosh, countless ignited fireballs violently dragged out a line in the air. A dazzling tail of light was like a meteor pouring into the black sky, exuding heat. Countless red fire points exploded in the sky like raindrops. Everyone's eyes were in these white lights, feeling an indescribable burning sensation.

"Attention, throw stones!" The Falcon Army crossbowman did not expect that the opponent would play this trick, and there was chaos.

"go ahead!"

The Gallic army began to advance with shouts. Thousands of troops rushed towards the river. A dense rain of arrows poured down from the opposite side. The sound of bow strings vibrating neatly was like a burst of dense raindrops hitting the ground in the dark night, creating a dazzling cold light. Coming towards us with a violent whistling sound, the sharp arrows brought out white lines like heavy rain, forming a waterfall-like spectacle in the heavy rain.

"Ah" the Gallic soldiers behind the shields were all hit by arrows, and countless blood bloomed like flowers in their crowded queue.

"Go forward, charge forward!"

Under the strong attack of arrow clusters, the Gallic troops who stepped into the river felt as if they were hit head-on by an invisible big hand, and they all fell to the ground.

Countless arrow clusters shot bloody holes into the soldiers who were struggling to advance in the water, but no one took these casualties seriously. The miserable screams of the soldiers hit by arrows in front were completely ignored. It is too normal for people to die in battle. But even under such a powerful blow, the forwards of the Gallic army still continued to advance in the rain of arrows without retreating. Black and red collided in the mud mixed with human blood, and the sounds of killing and screams were mixed together. The scene was as chaotic as a pot of boiling porridge.

The soldiers raised their shields to protect their heads and slowly moved forward in the waist-deep river. Due to the efforts of both sides, the water flow on the river was obviously reduced to the minimum. Even at the deepest point in the middle of the river, the river water could only submerge them. The gentle water flow on the chest can no longer impel the soldiers in heavy armor. The Gallic soldiers who discovered this seemed to be even more motivated to fight, because they believed that they had blocked the tributaries, so the current depth of the river That's it, without the obstruction of the river, there is no doubt that the plain is in front of us.

"Puff. Puff." More soldiers along the river stepped into the river without hesitation, splashing up pieces of water. The entire river seemed to be rolling. Densely packed Gallic soldiers leaned toward the shore in the current. ,

"Pikemen line up!" With a loud shout, the Falcon Army crossbowmen on the riverbank receded like a tide, and the heavy gunners holding shields entered the battlefield in an orderly manner from behind.

"Quick, we're on the river bank!" A Gallic soldier stepped on the river edge with half his foot and shouted excitedly. The opponent's resistance was lower than expected, but the dense spears in front made his shouts come suddenly. These heavy gunners wearing heavy armor were like a pack of wolves appearing in the cold rain.

The heavy gunners of the Southern Army were all veterans of the war. When they saw the Gauls climbing up the riverside, they did not press on them at the beginning. Instead, they hid behind thick shields in neat rows and raised their sharp spears in their hands. A huge gun formation capable of destroying the enemy, the dense formation is like a steel wall.

The soldiers' eyes evoked a ferocity that despised everything. As a close combat unit, the pikemen often suffered the heaviest battle losses among all arms. The two armies were intertwined, and only the brave could survive. The pikemen climbed ashore one by one, sizing them up. The Gauls had cold eyes, as if they were looking at dead people, that's all. Only then can they overcome the fear in their hearts to the greatest extent and survive the brutal assassination confrontation. If they encounter weather such as heavy rain and thunder, the blood in their bodies will be completely aroused.

"go ahead!"

"Go forward!" Both sides shouted at the same time, and the spearmen moved forward in unison. The cold eyes showed bloodthirsty madness. As soon as a Gallic soldier climbed up the riverside, he was shot through the head by a heavy gunner. The yellow and white stuff splashed on the face of his companion behind him, and countless black armors formed a torrent. "Pop!" The encirclement of 10,000 spearmen slammed into the Gauls who were running towards the river beach. It was like a hammer slamming into a pile of flour. Countless blood rains flew into the air along with the stumps. The bloody storm and the strong smell of blood hit their faces, and the hundreds of Gallic soldiers who had just climbed ashore were completely crushed.

The heavy gunner did not stop, but continued to move forward, stepping into the river,

"Go up!"

"kill"

The two armies actually started fighting in the middle of the river. With the flash of swords and the shadow of swords, the two sides fighting each other were tumbling in the water up to their waists. The spears brought up strings of bright red human blood, flowing down the river. The surface of the river was all red, illuminating. Under the torch, it looked so weird.

"Your Majesty the Duke, what a ferocious Gauls!" In a section of the middle reaches of the river, a Denia guard knight gasped. Next to him, the Duke of Denia struggled to escape from a Gaul. The sword was pulled out from the soldier's corpse, and the blood of the Gallic soldier spurted out and splashed all over his face.

Raising his head, the sight in front of him made the Duke of Denia take a breath of air-conditioning. On the opposite bank of the river, the Gallic soldiers seemed to be endlessly killing them. They held their weapons and rushed into the flooded water. In the bloody water around the waist, there was a surging crowd. Looking from above, it seemed that the entire river was covered. As a shower of arrows fell from the riverside, countless scarlet liquid splashed out.

In his eyes at this moment, whether they were the Falcon Army or the Gallic Army, they were all fierce beasts, just biting with their teeth. If you step on them with your feet, they will also display incredible combat power before dying. The Denian heavy infantry, which they are proud of, although they have a strength advantage, was overwhelmed in just half an hour. Twice, this was a very frustrating discovery for the Duke of Denia. Some things can be compensated for by equipment, while others require the accumulation of real combat.

The Duke of Denia governs the country with iron-blooded tactics, but he has always been restrained by his old rival Roxende. This is the first time he has encountered such a tragic battle. He knows that the area where the opponent is attacking is actually the Falcon Army's defense line, and he is just the defense line of the Falcon Army. I was lucky enough to be scanned.

But even with such an inadvertent sweep, the Duke of Denia's army had to pay thousands of casualties in just over half an hour to drive the Gauls down the river, while the Falcon Army could be as powerful as Hong's army was on par with the Gallic army, and even had a slight upper hand.

It is enough to show the huge gap between the Denian army and the Falcon army. Needless to say, those small-power countries almost collapsed at the first touch. Even the army of the Duke of Dunkirk was overwhelmed by these defeated armies. If the Falcon Army hadn't made up for it in time, the riverside defense line would have been the first exit.

The army was fighting fiercely in front, and the fast horses reporting battle reports also galloped into the main Falcon camp.

At this time, the main camp of the Falcon Army was rarely quiet. Only the sound of thousands of crossbows could be heard from the direction of the river. Looking from the direction of the main camp, countless metal white lines crossed the 50-meter-wide river, leading to In the bloody light of death, the Gallic regular army steadily stepped into the river. People were constantly hit by arrows, and their bodies were swept away by the river. It didn't look critical, but it wasn't optimistic either.

June 5th at four o'clock in the morning

An hour after the bloody battle in the middle section of the Sone River, one hundred thousand Gallic troops were divided into four echelons and appeared on the lower shoal. As the order to attack was issued, the 100,000 Gaulish troops rushed downstream like a landslide into the waist-deep river.

The five-mile-long river was completely congested, with tens of thousands of infantry groups squirming forward in the current.

"Let go!" Yagelins, who was in charge of defense, gave an order. The 40,000 falcon defenders on the riverside sounded the song of death. Countless boulders and rain-like arrows flew out with a shrill scream that cut through the air. At the same time, the crossbow phalanxes arranged on both wings at the front of the river also began to shoot toward the sky, and the arrows falling from the sky jingled and hit the Gallic soldiers for an instant. There were countless screams on the river, and the Gallic troops at the forefront were penetrated by powerful crossbow arrows. Along with the blood flowers, corpses floated from the water one after another.

The soldiers at the rear jumped over them and continued forward, shouting wildly,

"First formation, retreat!" The Gallic soldiers rushed into the thirty-meter line, and the crossbowmen on the front line ran back quickly. To avoid the counterattack of the Gaulish shooters

"Second formation, let go"

Following the order, the bowstrings of the hundreds of heavy-duty ballistae arrayed neatly in the Falcon Army were stretched out in a half-moon shape. The bow strings creaked tightly, and only the word "release" was heard. With a violent whistling, the crossbow fired towards the opposite side at the same time. The shrill "whistle" of the wind continued, and there was another burst of howling ghosts and wolves in the darkness. After two rounds of shooting, the river ahead looked like a thick stack of absorbent paper. Each one was richly soaked with the blood of Gallic soldiers. More than 5,000 corpses were washed away by the water.

"Go forward, retreat and kill those who come ashore!"

Stanley Spencer issued an extremely strict order. One person flinched, and the entire team of fifty people was buried together. Under such an order, the Gallic soldiers were completely crazy. Fifty meters of the river surface was everywhere. The corpse, the Gallic soldiers carried the corpse forward,

The people at the back just focused on moving forward. Even if they wanted not to go forward, they were pushed forward by the people at the back. The struggles of the soldiers in the front row had no effect at all. Countless sharp arrows continued to shoot into them and they were completely helpless. The body of any breath is like a shield made of flesh and blood,

The corpses of countless Gallic soldiers rolled with the river. It was hard to tell whether it was river water or blood. Finally, a group of Gallic soldiers rushed to the embankment. They were greeted by thousands of soldiers as neat as brushes. The spear points were all forward. The Gallic soldiers who had no way to retreat screamed ferociously. They rushed forward and were pierced by countless spears. More and more Gallic soldiers rushed ashore. The two armies were like two lines. Fierce waves began to collide, and hand-to-hand combat began. In an instant, thousands of soldiers strangled together, the blood of thousands of people spattered, the entire river section was opened, and a thin layer of blood mist seemed to rise on the battle line between the two armies.

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Denia sent someone to report. The pressure in the middle section is too great. Please ask for support!" The military report was quickly delivered to the fat man in the main camp downstream.

"Middle section? Fatty rolled his eyes disdainfully. He had expected that the opponent would throw out bait before launching a real attack. Now that he knew the focus of the enemy's attack, Fatty had already made readjustments and reduced the strength of the middle section by half. , otherwise even if there were twice as many Gauls, It can't cause such a huge pressure so quickly. The half of the people left behind are the real elite of the Falcon Army, 10,000 Central Army, 20,000 Southern Army heavy gunners, and 10,000 Salon's most proud assault heavy gunners. Infantry, plus 40,000 heavy troops downstream, almost all the main force of the Falcon Army is deployed downstream.

"If it were really the middle section, the downstream wouldn't be so lively!" He slowly stood up from his seat. The thick armor on the fat man's body made a sound of metal friction in the tent. He picked up the exaggeratedly decorated eagle wing helmet on the table and spoke. Asked "How is the situation downstream?"

"The offensive was very fierce. Two flag regiments of our army were overwhelmed!" the guard replied.

"That's more like it! Otherwise, it wouldn't be too boring!" The fat man said to himself, putting on his helmet, fastening the collar of the white thorn flower emblem and spiked armor, and slowly walked out of the military tent dragging a blood-red cape. Looking past the gate from where he stood, the sky above the riverside had been shrouded in a huge red light.

The brutal sound of fighting comes with the wind, which can make any soldier's blood boil.

His footsteps stopped at the tent door. The fat man glanced at the silent army in front of the military tent. The entire square in front was full of people. The 50,000 elites he had pulled out from the middle had been waiting here for most of the night. If Gaul If people don’t come, you will be disappointed

"His Majesty"

Seeing the figure of His Majesty Falcon appearing at the tent, 50,000 of the most elite heavy infantrymen, holding spears in one hand, knelt down neatly on one knee in front of the fat man. Under each cold steel helmet, there were pairs of scorching hot infantrymen. His eyes are filled with the worship of his own monarch and the desire to fight,

"I ask you one last time in the name of the God of War, are you all ready?"

The fat man's eyes were like lightning, and he scanned the faces of the soldiers, which were scattered into a slightly irregular quadrilateral. The neatly arranged armors and bayonets could not be seen to the end.

In the silent legion, only the night wind howled. What Fatty saw was the unwavering expectation, loyalty, trust, and enthusiasm in the eyes of the soldiers.

"In that case, let the murderous intention of the Imperial Regiment shoot straight into the sky like a prairie fire tonight!"

The fat man Zao Lang pulled out his half-curved sharp sword. In the fat man's hand, Samor let out a sword cry that resounded through the sky.

Tens of thousands of heavily-armored soldiers were moved, and their morale rose to the extreme amid the sound of swords. They shouted in unison

"We must win!"

The sound shook the wilderness, and countless sharp infantry spears were like a dense forest of steel. At this moment, they were all raised high.

Looking at the densely packed soldiers and the spears flashing like snow in the night, the fat man's sword fell. At this time, a rolling sound like thunder came from the upstream direction. (To be continued..)