Realm of Power

The rumbling sound coming from the upstream direction attracted the attention of both warring parties in the middle reaches of the river.

"Hold still!" A general of the Falcon Central Army shouted loudly. Although his face was full of confusion, the Falcon flag representing His Majesty Falcon was still fluttering in the wind in the center of the main formation in the distance. This is the guarantee. Just when he asked someone to go to the base camp to ask for instructions, a sound of horse hooves came galloping from upstream. A dozen swift Guards Cavalry ran from upstream to downstream, and suddenly stopped here.

"What's going on here?" Salong, the leader of the Imperial Army, reined in his horse fiercely, and the horse's hooves kicked up the dust on the ground heavily. His eyes swept across the river where the battle was fierce. His eyes were suddenly filled with murderous intent, and he tried his best in his mouth. Shouting, "I am Saron, the leader of the Imperial Army, whose line of defense is here?"

"Captain Salon of the Imperial Army!" The Falcon Army soldiers who were resting almost thought they had heard wrongly, and their eyes suddenly focused on the middle-aged man riding on the horse, this important pillar of the Imperial Army. At this moment, they are not even wearing armor, and the same is true for the other Guards Cavalry. No wonder they can run so fast, but the one eye that is rumored to be able to make people lose their souls at a glance shines with a frightening luster in the night.

"This is my line of defense. I am Natty Woods, the commander of the Seventh Flag of the Central Army!"

The commander of the central army flag regiment quickly ran over, "Lord Salon, although you are the commander of the army, but this is..." The general of the Falcon Army saw that Salon was not even wearing armor, his face was Seriously, he stood at attention and saluted Salon, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.

"Since we are the Central Army, we should know that before the war, His Majesty issued an order not to enter the river without permission to fight the enemy under any circumstances!" Salon glanced at the face of the Central Army officer, and then glanced at the battle in the middle of the river. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked sharply, "Answer me, what are your soldiers doing?"

"Report sir. My soldiers are fighting!" Natty Woods raised her head and responded loudly with a serious face. "The water in the river is only waist deep, and the enemy is menacing. If you don't take the initiative to go down to the river to fight with them, you can only rely on the river embankments. Once they wait for the opponent, The troops invested have reached the limit that our army can bear, and the entire defense line will be unable to suppress the enemy's offensive! "

"I don't care what your reasons are, no matter what methods you use, get everyone out immediately!" Salon was angry and waved his riding crop. He angrily rebuked, "If you were one of my subordinates, I would have whipped you out long ago. There are so many military orders, how could there be so much nonsense!"

"His Majesty once said that as the commander of an army, you must learn to seize the opportunity to seize the opportunity. I think I am not wrong. As long as you give me another half hour, our army will counterattack on the other side's river bank!" Natty Woods' expression replied passionately

"Counterattack? Who asked you to counterattack! Do you think there are 230,000 troops in the entire defense line. Are you the only smart person?" Salon glanced anxiously upstream, and then glanced at the reluctant and stubborn Central Army Flag Regiment in front of Ma. "Chief, I decided to tell the truth." The mouth of the river has been dug upstream, and the flood will arrive quickly. Soon this place will be flooded. If you want all your people to be swept away by the flood, then continue to stay in the river to counterattack!

"I have more important things to go to see His Majesty, but I don't have time to hang around with you here. Telling you this is already a leak, and you can handle it yourself!" Saron whipped the horse's buttocks hard with several people. The lightly armored cavalrymen galloped away

"What!"

Natty Woods' expression changed. The two armies fought fiercely for more than an hour. The entire river was full of people. Countless scattered corpses were washed up by the current on the river bank where the two armies were fighting. The soldiers were all furious. The six squadrons under his command were killed in less than three Within hours, more than one-third of the personnel were lost in battle, but he still reorganized the returned troops without hesitation and continued to fight.

In this endless strangulation, whoever retreats will lose!

At the beginning, the Gallic army was quite powerful, and the Falcon Army fought tenaciously to equal par. However, as time went on and casualties increased, the Falcon Army's fighting spirit became more and more high. The Gauls invested on the other side of the river bank. The number of reinforcements obviously cannot keep up, and they are obviously showing signs of fatigue.

Natty Woods was still planning to use this opportunity to launch a counterattack and kill directly across the river, but now, Natty Woods only felt a chill rising, flood! Natty Woods glanced at the river water that was only up to her waist. It was as thick as human blood flashing in the firelight. No wonder there was only such a small amount of water tonight. It turned out that His Majesty had people cut off the upper reaches. Natty Woods was fighting for life. He shuddered. Salon's last words touched his nerves. He didn't think that an important official of the empire like Salon needed to deceive him.

He is an officer from the Western Regiment, one of the two Western Flag Regiments ordered to be transferred to the northwest coast this time.

The two western flag regiments were temporarily organized by Fatty into the 7th and 8th flag regiments of the Central Army. They were used as reserve units for this battle. Due to readjustment, the two reserve units were sent to the front line. For the battle of Palavon, they were not well prepared. The Western Army was almost completely defeated by the desperate battle of Dorok's peerless coach Anto. , although they still held the banks of the Palaven River in the end, the poor-performing Western Army was already destined to fall from the throne of the glorious First Army of the Empire. If it were not for the desperate arrival of General Hu Keqi of the Central Army at that time, he would have almost died. A single step caused a major strategic mistake that brought shame to the entire empire.

Because of this, although His Majesty Falcon did not say anything about the post-war handling, he transferred the brave and capable Northwest Army from the prosperous center of the mainland, Palavon, to the remote Dorok Yalen Mountains.

This is a silent rebuke from His Majesty the Falcon. Too many officers of the Northwest Army look ashamed when they talk about this matter. If you lose in battle, you will be punished. This is the iron law of the Falcon Army. No officer has made this decision. They are not convinced, but in their hearts, they also fervently hope to have the opportunity to regain their glory.

Regardless of whether they are soldiers or officers, even if they only have one chance, they will choose to fight to the death with the enemy and never take a step back.

Although these two flag regiments were reserve forces, since they were sent to the front line, they fought more fiercely than the Central Army in other river sections. It was also the soldiers of these two flag regiments who were the first to jump off the river section regardless of military orders. The soldiers are crazy, and so are the officers! Only 3 squadron leaders and 22 squad leaders were carried back, accounting for one-half of the middle and lower-level officers of the entire flag regiment. If Natty Woods was not the flag regiment commander, she might also be among the battle casualties, but there was no such thing. One officer complained about this. The injured came back to be bandaged, and then went back immediately. These were the soldiers of the Western Legion, who were trying to bring out the courageous spirit that had been suppressed in their hearts for a year.

How cruel it is to ask them to withdraw now in the face of the victory they have seen.

After a few seconds of difficult decision-making, Natty Woods punched the river ground angrily. There was blood between his knuckles, and he raised his head with gritted teeth. Like a wounded beast, he shouted orders to the messenger behind him.

"The trumpeter, order the entire army to withdraw to the river bank! No matter who it is, whether it is fighting or not, withdraw to the river bank immediately at all costs! Whoever does not come back, I will kill him first!"

"Woo"

The shrill battle cry, like a long and unwilling sigh, resounded throughout the Sona River in the dark night. The tens of thousands of Falcon Army soldiers who were still fighting fiercely in the water turned around in confusion. "What's going on? We failed." Are you done?" This thought flashed through the minds of the soldiers who were fighting a life-and-death battle almost simultaneously, and the sound of the war cry made everyone's nerves tense. Some troops who had withdrawn from the front to rest stood up one after another.

The military orders were issued, and despite a million reluctances, the Falcon soldiers in the river quickly retreated and just landed ashore. A group of officers covered in blood surrounded Natty Woods. "Sir, what is going on? Why do we have to withdraw? We have not lost. We have even fought! We cannot embarrass the Western Army."

"I can't explain it, but this is the order!" Natty Woods replied sternly with a ferocious face, "The mouth of the river has been dug upstream, and there will be floods soon!" Just when a group of officers were making a noise. A fierce crash hit the embankment,

I saw a huge wave with a height of more than ten meters and a seemingly endless width coming from the upstream. The banks on both sides of the river seemed to have suddenly disappeared, completely covered by the huge wave. Countless trees were caught in it and rolled up and down.

No one could have expected such a terrible scene, and all the sounds were still.

In the lower reaches of the Sone River, densely packed Gallic soldiers were attacking the river with arrows like locusts. The two armies violently collided with each other. In the face of this thunderous and ferocious impact, the human wall made of flesh and blood was overwhelmed by the terrifying weapons. It shattered, the flying spears collided with each other, and screams came one after another. The shields in their hands collided heavily with each other. Both sides were densely packed with soldiers.

"Sir, it seems that the other party has discovered it!" A Gallic general turned his head nervously and looked at the midstream where the bugle sounded, and said to Stanley Spencer next to him.

"It was only then that we realized, what can the other side do?" Stanley Spencer stared at the river beach where the battle was taking place, and smiled noncommittally. "Our army has pressed onto the river bank, and the other side is already at the end of its attack. Even if it reaches the middle reaches at the fastest speed, Rushing for help, the other party has no chance at all."

The shrill horn that came from the air finally loosened his eyebrows that had been tightly knitted together, and a smile finally appeared on his stern face. "What's more, there is a 17-mile stretch from the battle zone in the middle reaches to the main attack zone in the lower reaches. I 30,000 troops have already been deployed in the middle section of the river to stand ready. Once the other side realizes that the situation is not good and wants reinforcements, these 30,000 troops will immediately launch a fierce attack along the river section, forcing the northwest army on the opposite side to support the lower reaches to stop. Trapped in a difficult situation."

"Hey, the people of the northwest are so unlucky to meet such a wise general as your lord!" A flash of admiration flashed across the face of General Gaul, but his expression did not last long. He heard a muffled thunder getting louder and louder from the upper reaches, The sound was like the sound of heavy cavalry rushing in and the sound of horse hooves. It seemed that even the earth was shaking slightly. A surging white line suddenly appeared in the distance of the river.

"This is it!" The Gallic general looked at the white line that turned sharply and was stunned for a moment. Stanley Spencer was also stunned and wanted to give an order, but it was too late. The water waves were rolling back and forth in the river. Rolling, like a ferocious white dragon, it slammed into the hundreds of thousands of Gaulish troops crossing the river. One after another, they rolled to the front, carrying broken trees and branches descended from the upper reaches of the gods, and flowing wildly like wind and residual clouds. Pass,

"Peng"! Thousands of Gallic soldiers were the first to bear the brunt and were thrown up by the waves. They were swept into the bottom of the waves like little gadgets. Then there was nothing left, only the torrent of white waves rushing into the sky.

"Attention, flood!"

The Gallic army was completely stunned by the sudden flood. The river section crowded with 100,000 people was as dense as a natural huge human body dam, which happened to collide with the flood coming down.

"Papa" Countless black spots flew away like clods of mud that had been hit hard. Under the power of nature, human beings' weak bodies were crushed like piles of sand, and the wild current swept them mercilessly. Go, the sound of rumbling water fills everyone's sight.

"Bastard!" Stanley Spencer looked at it with bloodshot eyes. Just look at the tree trunks mixed with the flood and you will know that someone built a dam upstream. When the dam mouth was dug, these were used to build the dam. Timbers were also swept down. Although the flood was fierce, its impact on the soldiers was limited. After a few waves, the water quickly slowed down and thousands of people were swept away. Tens of thousands of people were staggering under the impact of the flood. Before many soldiers could stand up, another row of flood peaks arrived.

The turbid water poured down on everyone. This time, countless tree trunks were swept over by the flood at the same time. The Gallic soldiers were beaten to death by the thick tree trunks, and the dense queue of Gallic soldiers was rolled over like thousands of troops. , The bodies of the Gallic soldiers smashed by the heavy tree trunks floated in pieces, as if they had been cut off from the river. A huge gap opened between the 100,000 Gallic troops.

At least tens of thousands of soldiers were killed or injured under the impact of the flood and tree trunks, and fell into the river wailing. The morale of the Gallic army, which had been in high spirits just now, dropped to freezing point.

"Forward!" The northwest army on the opposite side, which was in decline, suddenly showed a rainbow-like momentum. The soldiers who had retreated just now shouted and pressed forward again, in the dark night where they could not see clearly. Countless infantrymen wearing heavy armor swarmed out from behind as if they appeared out of thin air, and the rumble of horse hooves also sounded rapidly in the night. The northwest cavalrymen, holding sharp swords in their hands, were like ghosts that suddenly appeared in the dark night, forming several huge cone-shaped square formations and rushing toward the bewildered Gallic soldiers on the opposite river beach!

The neat and dense black-armored cavalry were like a steel wall, and like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​​​swords rushing towards them. The gloomy, dark wings stretched out silently, which was eerie and terrifying. The crackling and harsh sound of horse hooves came like thunder,

"Watch out for enemy cavalry!"

The Gallic soldiers on the river bank were completely frightened by the sudden situation in front of them. The squadron behind them had just been washed away by the flood, but the steel horseshoes of the black armored cavalry in front had already slammed in like a whirlwind, and the light of their swords swept across and destroyed everything. . In the face of this terrifying torrent of destruction, the tens of thousands of Gallic soldiers who had no time to adjust were like paper mush, being smashed to pieces by the cavalry group that crashed in from the front.

"Evacuate the entire army, evacuate immediately! No matter what the cost"

Stanley Binsai's eyes were full of blood. His body on the war horse swayed, and he almost fell off the statue on the horse. After all, he was an experienced old Chiang Kai-shek. From the sudden flood to the enemy's obvious lurking, After a long group of cavalry, he immediately guessed that he had been trapped. He issued three orders in one breath. Although they seemed to have the same meaning, the last order already explained the difficulty of retreat.

No matter what the cost, it is natural that some soldiers will give up. Fortunately, the tens of thousands of soldiers in the river are already retreating hastily and huddled together. Those Gallic soldiers who have rushed to the embankment will obviously not be let go easily. , the Northwest Army followed closely, and could serve as the sharp vanguard for the assault of a hundred thousand troops. The Gallic soldiers who were still resisting on these embankments were obviously the real elite of the Gallic army.

In order to save more people, Stanley Spencer had no choice but to give up. As a warrior of the empire, he must naturally have the consciousness to devote himself to the empire.

"Everyone, block it!" After realizing that there was no hope of retreat, these elite Gallic infantry spontaneously formed a small group. However, under the powerful cavalry group, they were all cut off by a huge side knife, and the soldiers died in a mass. In the midst of his screams, he was crushed to pieces by the opponent's torrent of steel.

"Attack!" As the rear infantry shouted hoarsely to kill, the rear infantry pressed forward, and the two black lines finally collided on the river beach. The deafening sound of fighting filled the night sky, and "poof" the spears of the Falcon heavy infantry stabbed in rows. Enter the enemy's body and pull it out with blood,

Thick and tall infantry heavy shields pushed forward in a neat formation, like a shrinking triangle, squeezing the dwindling number of enemies on the river beach from three directions. The Gallic soldiers were pushed into the river, There were still a large number of Gaulish soldiers crowded together in the river. The Falcon infantry jumped into the river bank one by one holding bayonets and shields. The mud splashed, and the densely packed Gauls surged under their feet like a flood.

"kill"

The Falcon Army above struggled to stab the crowd at their feet with their spears.

The wind of war merged. The battle flags fluttered behind him. The fat man stood at a height less than 200 meters away from the river bank. The night wind blew his black hair like night. Behind him, hundreds of thunder gods shone darkly in the night. The muzzle has been slowly raised,

"Rumble" A huge fire broke out in an instant. This time it was not a muffled thunder, but a thunder god.

I saw a whole row of fires spurting out in an orderly and rapid manner, and countless fireballs trailing long black smoke tails, like meteors streaking across the sky with a whistling sound, hitting the river where the Gallic soldiers were crowded.

"Rumble" The violent explosion sound came with the wind. Stanley Spencer's face suddenly turned pale, and there was no trace of blood anymore.

I saw only the crowded river, and dazzling light groups exploded one by one. Thousands of Gallic soldiers were blown away by the fierce air waves that exploded like halos. In the air, countless pieces of meat were floating like falling rain, and blood was mixed with them. The fire lit up the entire bank of the Sona River (to be continued...)