Realm of Power

The wind blows on the fat man's face, bringing the spicy smell of blood on the battlefield. The fierce battle has lasted for more than 2 hours. The headquarters of the Eighth Gallic Army has resisted very tenaciously. The brave one will win when they meet on a narrow road! The Gauls occupied the ground, and the Guards occupied the unexpected situation. Both sides gathered heavy troops at the broken city gate, and in a short time they fought evenly.

"It's a bit tricky!" The fat man licked his dry lips, looked away from the city gate where the two armies gathered, and ordered, "The Fifth Squadron, the Eighth Squadron, the Seventh Squadron, and the Eleventh Squadron storm the southern city. Order." Other troops attack the city gate. No matter who it is, the first wave of troops to break into the city will be rewarded with a reward of 100,000. They must fight quickly within four hours! "

"Yes, Your Majesty"

The corresponding squadron captains lined up behind the fat man took orders and rode towards their squadrons.

This time, Fatty pressed all the last reserves on the city gates and walls at the same time. In this beheading battle, time was the most important issue. Once the 40,000 Gaulish troops who left discovered something, they suddenly came back. , he and the 15,000 Guardsmen will fall into a dilemma of being attacked from both inside and outside.

Moreover, his storming of Keyan Castle should not be concealed for long. Soon, other troops of the Gallic Eighth Army will fight desperately. This grid-on-grid battle will soon turn into a brutal strangulation between the two sides.

"The whole army stands up and targets the city gate. Your Majesty has ordered that the first wave of troops that break into the city will be rewarded with a reward of 100,000." The squadron leaders were wearing armor with white thorns and emblems. They pulled out the sharp swords at their waists and stood with excited expressions. Arriving at the front of each squadron, loudly conveying orders

"One hundred thousand!" All the soldiers suddenly became excited. The soldiers in the reserve team stood up one after another, as well as some troops who were transferred back from the front to rest.

"Victory!" The sound shook the wilderness, and countless sharp and cold infantry spears were raised high. The morale of the troops reached its peak in an instant. On the contrary, the city gate was broken, and overwhelming cheers were heard from below the city. .

The defenders of Keyan Fort on the city wall all turned pale, and stared dumbfoundedly at the black army below rushing over like a flood. Countless arrow clusters fell at this time, like a bright and dazzling light spot that became increasingly bright. Large, and finally turned into an unstoppable sea of ​​light, "Puff! Puff! Puff!" Sharp arrows shot into the bodies of the city gate defenders from all directions. Hundreds of soldiers were completely covered in this way, and their bodies seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. hit,

The sharp arrow shot through the human body. Nailed deeply into the wall tiles beneath their feet. The bright red blood exploded like a plum blossom, and the unconscious body was caught in the torrent of light and shadow formed by the arrow cluster. Hit by arrows, hit by arrows, hit by arrows, countless arrow clusters flying like sparrows flying across the field like a scarecrow.

After the "killing" arrow rain, the two armies finally strangled together without reservation.

On the collapsed city gate wall, soldiers from both armies shouted hoarsely, and countless weapons collided with each other, making metallic sounds. Countless soldiers wearing black armor rushed out like ants from the building cars that built the passage.

The fierce siege battle entered a fierce stage from the beginning.

"Hold on, anyone who retreats without authorization will be killed!"

An officer of the Eighth Gallic Army shouted with bloodshot eyes. Not far from him, at the entrance of the battlements, the Gallic spearmen formed a whole row, thrusting downwards with their spears, guarding the gap between the battlements. Collided with Falcon infantry wearing black armor

"Go forward, whoever enters the city first will be rewarded with one hundred thousand!"

"Block them, block them..."

The middle and lower-level commanders of both armies shouted hoarsely, and the narrow city gate corridor. The two sides collided violently like wild beasts. All tactics and the like have lost their effectiveness. Now the competition is about who is stronger. At this point, the Falcon Guards' combat prowess. It is obviously much stronger than the team directly under the Eighth Army.

This battle was inherently unfair. The equipment and weapons of the war-hardened Guards were obviously superior to those of the Gauls. The standard swords they were equipped with were sharp weapons in close combat. They wore heavy armor that was difficult to cut through, and were densely swarmed. On the top, seeing blood is like seeing a catalyst. Years of war and rich military achievements have already trained these soldiers into warriors who are not afraid of death. They are different from ordinary people in slashing and advancing.

"Advance, kill"

Following the command, he raised and waved it down with great tacit understanding, like a killing machine. As long as he saw blood, his eyes would flash with a penetrating red light. The Falcon Guards After the first wave of spears are thrust out, he often quickly pulls out his standard sword, relying on hand-to-hand combat, and cuts with unusual strength and strength. The weapon makes a sound of wind and slashes into the opponent's body in the dark corridor, and then pulls it with one stroke. Pull it out with blood,

The Gauls who were still stupidly holding their spears were cut down in a group in an instant. The Falcon Guards looked ferocious and swung their swords like a machine without stopping. Then they pulled out the long sword from the opponent's body and swung it again. , until there is no more standing enemy in front of you,

"The city gate is in danger, please support!"

"The Fifth Squadron, the Eighth Squadron are transferred to the city gate!" Hebery ordered with a trembling voice. His ruthlessness as a commander was also shaken at this moment. Too many people died at the city gate. Yes,

Team after team of his own Gallic elites were filled in, and even he felt chilled from his heart.

The opponent's long knife slashed violently, blood flying, people's limbs were disturbed from time to time or flew into the air, blood spattered on the faces of nearby people, the weapons were handed over to each other, making an unpleasant metal creaking sound, most of the people who fell down They were all ill-prepared Gauls.

At this moment, Hebaili even had the slightest illusion that his opponents were not humans, but a group of man-eating beasts that he had never seen before. He pretended to have a cold expression, but in fact he was shocked and afraid. He transferred his troops over and soon Fill in another team,

In just one hour, the corpses of more than 2,500 Gallic soldiers from 3 squadrons were piled here. In other words, a quarter of Heberli's troops were filled in this bottomless pit as a reserve force. Completely air-conditioned at the city gate location

"Sir, the South Wall is in crisis, please ask for help!" When a bloody Gallic officer ran over from the front, Hebery could only shake his head with a depressed expression, and said in a tone that even he himself did not believe, "I don't have it." Reinforcements are coming, and everyone is ordered to hold on. I believe reinforcements will come soon! Only by holding on, everyone will have a way to survive! "

"The Fifth Squadron was defeated"

"The Fourth Squadron was completely wiped out." One depressing news came after another. Hebery's heart was sinking, even icy cold.

His eyes were looking at the city gate that had been completely breached, and the black heavy-armored infantry completely dominated the battlefield there. They are simply bloodthirsty monsters. Under the cold steel helmets, their bloodshot eyes are full of desire for blood. The unknown weapons waved like snowy knives, like a silver blade that was constantly turning forward. Rolling waves, blood flying everywhere, his soldiers were beaten back from inside the city gate.

Half an hour later,

The messenger galloped up to the mound where the fat man was, shouting, "Your Majesty, Lord Salon reported that yesterday afternoon, 20,000 men from the Sixth Legion of Gaul entered the city of Aston, 150 miles away from here."

"Oh, it's finally here!"

Hearing the report of the cavalry, the fat man's stern face showed no signs of change. Instead, he showed a rather playful sneer. He had beaten the Eighth Army into such a miserable state that the Sixth Army, known as the Gallic Tiger Army, could finally endure it. I can't help but, in fact, Fatty has been paying attention to the movements of the Sixth Army. In a sense, if we talk about the intersecting tactics of dividing the Eighth Army. If it is to create a big net, then the real target of this big net is not the Eighth Army, but the Sixth Army, which has always wanted to take advantage.

"Your Majesty. Our army has broken into the city! We are storming the last main hall." Another cavalryman came galloping over.

"God's will!" The fat man chuckled. His last blow to the Eighth Army fell at the right time. He looked at the Keyan Fort with billowing smoke rising in the distance. The fat man licked his dry lips and said to himself, "I'm looking forward to it. Tens of thousands of demoralized remnants of the Eighth Army. Coupled with the food crisis of more than a dozen cities and millions of people, even if your Sixth Army is really So what if the Tiger Army has entered this net? Is there still room for struggle? "

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The wind and clouds are broken!

Looking at the wavy clouds billowing at the edge of the sky in the distance, Hassan Rimbaud, the commander of the Sixth Army of Gaul standing in front of the window, didn't know why he thought of this word that sounded a bit bleak. He was forty-one years old. Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his delicate face exuded the feeling of a teacher.

The late summer sunshine shines warmly on various ancient buildings in Aston City, emitting an awe-inspiring light.

The buildings here are all simple and huge, and many are built directly with huge stones. The traces of time have left speckled traces on these ancient stones, here. Even the air is filled with a refreshing breath,

The wind brought from the snow-capped mountains at the top of the mountains is particularly refreshing. Compared with the wind and sand outside, this place is simply a paradise on earth. An ancient castle stands on the mountainside with open mountains on both sides. Some small, pointed wooden houses are faintly visible in the mountains.

This is the border of the Sixth Army's defense area closest to the Eighth Army's defense area. The news that the Eighth Army encountered a large-scale raid by the Falcon Army cavalry reached Hasen Rimbaud five days ago. Because the losses were not large,

Hassan Rimbaud did not pay attention to the harassment encountered by the Eighth Army. In his eyes, the commander of the Eighth Army, He Baili, was too worldly and had always been careless. The same was true in his command style and the performance of his subordinates. He encountered the interference of the other party. It's natural,

The title "Cowhide Army" is not entirely complimentary. It also means that in the face of benefits, the Eighth Army has always been able to take advantage of it, regardless of the feelings of friendly forces. It is as thick-skinned as cowhide.

This time, under the order of His Majesty the Emperor, the 6th and 8th armies entered Rusty at the same time to fight. Relying on the overwhelming force of the 8th army, as soon as the shameless guy Heberli entered, he immediately dispersed his men and quickly occupied it. Rusty's most fertile urban areas, a dozen or so, have left the remote northern mountains to themselves. You don't have to think too hard to know that this time we entered through a local defense change. Since it is a defense change, the fatter the urban area, the more oil and water will naturally be inside. It is said that this time the Eighth Army has made great contributions from soldiers to officers. How could a windfall and such a depressing defense not get a beating!

"grown ups!"

The adjutant hurriedly pushed open the door of his office, stopped behind Hasen Rimbaud, and said with a strange expression, "My subordinate just heard some news from the market, which may be related to the last time the northwest rebels sent cavalry to set fire to the new grain!"

"Oh? What news?"

Hassen Rimbaud turned around from the window with a curious look on his face. He couldn't understand why the northwest rebels spent so much effort just to burn this year's new grain. The Rusty area was a key food storage area for the empire. The grains hoarded are all of a certain scale. Even if this year's new grains are burned, the impact on the Eighth Army will be extremely limited. However, the Eighth Army's subsequent brutal behavior of impatience and directly closing down grain stores in various markets seems to be another problem. It explains that this matter is not as simple as it seems.

"My subordinates have just heard that most of the local military food depots in the Rusty area are empty!" The adjutant's expression changed, he hesitated, and whispered, "It is said that Lord Heberli of the Eighth Army also discovered Because of this situation, all the food stores in the market were closed down!

"Are you sure what you are saying is true?" Hassan Rimbaud frowned slightly, his face had changed color, and asked, "How can the local grain depot be empty! This kind of impossible thing, could it be that the Eighth Army The reason for the recent crazy seizure of grain stores?

No, Hassan Rambo said to himself and shook his head. Based on his understanding of Heberli, he immediately said, "This should be a trick Heberli deliberately made, so that he can scratch it as hard as possible." It’s just a sum. Now that the new grain is burned, the price of grain in the region will definitely rise sharply. If he sells this grain again, Hebei Li can make a big profit."

"My subordinates thought so too, but for the sake of caution, I sent someone to the local granary, and the result..." The adjutant hesitated to speak with an ugly face.

"What's the result?" Hassan Rimbaud's eyebrows raised slightly, and the adjutant's expression gave him a very ominous premonition.

"Only one-tenth of the grain in the grain depot is real, the rest are bags filled with sand, gravel and soil!" the adjutant lowered his head and replied.

"How could this happen...how could this happen..." Hassan Rimbaud opened his mouth in shock at the news. He didn't say anything for a long time, or he had nothing to say at all.

Even with the stability of Hassan Rimbaud. At this time, I felt like I was thrown into the boiling oil, like an ant being tortured by the heat. One-tenth of the food reserve was really a joke. For an army of 200,000, what can this little food do? What kind of fatal impact will the battle have?

"But sir, the food at our army's location has not been burned. If we collect it all, we should be able to deal with it for a while!" The adjutant looked at Hassen Rimbaud, who looked depressed, and kindly reminded him, "It's just that my subordinates are worried. Considering the number of people, The Eighth Army has more people than us, and more losses are concentrated in their area. Their food reserves are running low, and now the food grain ban has caused resentment in many areas. If Lord Heberli comes to ask us for food in person, , what should we do?”

"Regardless of him, we ourselves are not enough!"

Hassan Rimbaud curled his lips with a cold face, "And the matters here need to be reported to His Majesty the Emperor immediately. The problem of military rations for the army is enough to put this battle, which has cost His Majesty the Emperor countless efforts, a crisis."

"Emergency military report!" the guard's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in!" Hassen Rimbaud shouted to the door. A guard walked in with a battle report and respectfully handed it to Hassen Rimbaud's hands.

"Battle report of the Eighth Army!" Hassen Rimbaud took a look at the cover of the battle report, flipped the report back and forth with his hands, and his two eyebrows knitted together heavily.

"An infantry regiment must have been defeated again!" The adjutant said, feeling a little gloating at the side. "Master Hebali must be in a very bad mood recently."

Recently, the Eighth Army was badly beaten by the northwest rebels, and there was a hint of overall collapse. Because of this, Hassan Rimbaud changed his previous strategy and personally led 20,000 troops into the border between the two armies. On the one hand, he could It helps the Eighth Army stabilize its rear. On the other hand, it can act according to the opportunity. If the northwest rebels are too deep, Hassen Rimbaud wouldn't mind taking a bite. Otherwise, will the opponent really become the emperor and have no one left?

"Probably, otherwise we wouldn't use this unpleasant red color!" Hassen Rimbaud smiled at the corner of his mouth, gently opened the report with his fingers, glanced over, and the smile on his face immediately froze, and the whole person stood still. where

"What's the matter, sir!" The adjutant was startled by Hassan Rimbaud's somewhat strange expression.

"One day ago, Keyan Fort, where the headquarters of the Eighth Army was located, was breached by the Falcon Army!" Hassan Rambo took a deep breath, pressed the battle report heavily on the table with his right hand, and spit out "He Baili died in the battle!" After learning the news, all units of the Eighth Army are currently in disarray across the board.

"What... It's only been a few days! That's the 110,000-strong Eighth Army!" The adjutant was obviously stunned by the news. In his mind, in this confrontation, the Eighth Army was in an awkward situation, but It’s not to the point where it’s impossible to fight.

"The battle report said that the people who captured Keyan Fort this time were 15,000 people led by Weijia Falcon!" Hassen Rambo sighed, "Keyan Fort, but there are 11,000 people from the Eighth Army Headquarters. , was captured with almost equal numbers, and I didn’t know what Hebaili was doing! He sent an order for our army to move in quickly and receive orders along the way! No matter what, the territory and soldiers of the Eighth Army are still holding on to the city controlled by the Eighth Army! If we lose these places, we will be completely defeated in this battle! Rusty, even if I can go back, His Majesty the Emperor will take my head." (To be continued...)