Realm of Power

Gallic left wing, Bruges fortress

This huge fortress, built one hundred and fifty years ago, is the largest military node in the northern region of Rusty. Although it has not experienced the baptism of war for a hundred years, the fortress is still strong and daunting, fifteen miles long and thick. The unshakable city wall is enough to guard the rear of a hundred thousand troops. The fortress stretches along the The central mountain range of Rasti spreads out in a line, winding and rising with the terrain, like a huge beast sitting on a dragon's coil. The tiger looks at the vast southern plain of Rasti below. The huge mountains form the surprise of the north and south areas of the Rasti region. In the north are mountains. A raised barren plateau, while in the south is a flat plain.

The reason why the Gallic left wing dares to display an aggressive momentum is not only because of its strong strength, but also because it is backed by a plateau and has this large fortress in front of it that looks at the entire southern Rasti region. The left wing commander Gleda is in this The core fortress was heavily deployed with 11,000 men of the 21st Gallic Regional Infantry Regiment. Stationed in the fortress, as an important node supporting the entire left wing, behind the 21st Infantry Regiment, two well-equipped infantry regiments from the Kamei area with strong folk customs followed closely, each stationed 10 miles behind the fortress. area, forming a stable triangle area, with hundreds of thousands of troops spreading out on both sides from the Bruges Fortress.

The cool night breeze carried the scent of wild flowers. Rolling, mixed with the night moisture and sucked into Hukoqili's nose, the black shadow of the Gaulish castle in the distance was vaguely visible in the black screen. A city wall spread towards the mountains on both sides, forming the Gallic army. The most important defense core on the left wing, the huge city wall is completely built from the nearby mountains. It is built of solid granite, twenty meters high, surrounded by a rapidly flowing moat. The sentries on the city wall are wearing clothes with blue crosses. A small number of soldiers sit together listlessly under the light of night fire, wearing weapons. and shields were placed loosely on the edge of the city wall.

Outside the fortress is a river that winds around the city. It is sparkling and surrounded like a silver belt under the cold moonlight. The trees are singing in the night wind, and fluorescent bugs are flying among the trees in the July night. , there is the sound of rushing water in my ears. Everything seemed so peaceful and calm,

"Pa" The branch was broken by the iron boots, and there was a trivial trampling sound of leaves. came from behind, breaking the apparent calm of the woods

"Sir, the assault force has arrived at the predetermined position!" A black-armored guard stepped on the muddy soil that had not yet dried, emerged from the bushes nearby, and whispered to Hu Keqili, who was staring at the fortress in the distance. According to reports, the moonlight in the sky was blocked by the dense leaves overhead.

A little bit of white light fell on the dignified shoulders of this famous imperial general.

The chest of the exquisite armor, as black as the night, floated. There was a carved thorn flower with a sword in it. The whole person stood there, with a strong murderous aura permeating his whole body, just like a demon god. A touch of coercion, it seems like a whirlwind will stir up wherever you go.

"Really, is everything ready?" Hu Keqili's dull gaze retracted from a distance, glowing with a sharp chill.

The Gallic left-wing army moved to the rebel area in sequence, but still maintained a strength of about 70,000 troops on the front line. Gleda, the famous Gallic general, was not a rookie who only cares about the head and the tail. On the contrary, this famous Gallic general has always been known for his meticulous thinking and strict arrangements.

Judging from its left-wing posture,

You will find that the entire Gallic left wing deployed by this famous Gallic general is actually a huge open net. Between the front line and the hinterland, there are several staggered defense zones. This layout can show the advantage of troops to largest, forming an extremely resilient defense layer,

The infantry regiments on the first line, with the solid rear support of the second line, can choose to advance as a whole row, or they can continue to accumulate troops, forcing the opposite Falcon Army to be unable to mobilize at will.

The core of the entire Gauls network skeleton is the majestic Bruges Fortress in front of you.

Everyone knows that the cavalry attacks of the northwest rebels are very sharp, but in the face of this huge city wall that stretches out for more than ten miles, as long as the fortress that forms the core of the defense line is stable, the cavalry group can briefly attack the side defense line. The shaking effect is very small,

On the contrary, it is easy for the cavalry to break through too quickly and go deep into the hinterland, and be cut off by the Gallic army that rolls back unknowingly, forming a brutal encirclement and strangulation.

Back in the Central Bibia battlefield in the east, Gleda used a stable node to rotate in a fan formed by its two wings, allowing the 4,000 extremely arrogant Qianyang heavy cavalry who rushed into the trap to go deep into the hinterland without knowing it. Cutting off the retreat, they were surrounded and killed, and were eventually trapped by the poorly equipped local infantry regiment using the most conventional infantry square formation.

This is why even His Majesty Falcon, who is accustomed to profiting from chaos, did not dare to make too much use of large-scale cavalry insertions. The Gallic commander not only laid a net on the left wing, but also targeted the high-ranking Falcon cavalry. The mobile fan trap spreads out in a seemingly ordinary line.

An attack may turn into a brutal strangulation at any time, but this layout has a fatal weakness, that is, once the core supporting the entire defense line is defeated, the two wings formed by the core will be unable to take care of it. Rapid transformation and contraction leading to complete collapse,

Hu Keqili opened his eyes and looked at the slightly exposed white line on the horizon. Five o'clock is when people are most mentally tired. The garrison of Bruges Castle has been significantly reduced. Some sentries leaned on the battlements to fight. No one would think that Bruges Castle would be attacked

As the most important node, when the Gallic left wing mobilized troops to counter the rebellion, the number of troops stationed at Fort Bruges increased instead of decreasing. Except for the 11,000-strong 21st Infantry Regiment, which was deployed yesterday evening, Fort Rouge once again added 7,000 men to the 32nd Infantry Regiment, with a strength of nearly 20,000, and strong walls. The rear can advance at any time. No matter how you look at the two infantry regiments that came to support, Bruges Castle is as stable as the majestic mountains in front of you. It will not be breached in a thousand or ten thousand years, but the Gauls would never have imagined that with the The order was issued, and the 50,000 people who attacked on the left wing of the entire Falcon Army had divided into three sides and sneaked into the forest area below Bruges Castle.

The sentries along the way were dealt with in advance by long archers who were good at long-range attacks. Fifty thousand elites were preparing to storm Fort Bruges. Because it was a surprise attack, all heavy siege equipment was abandoned. All the soldiers marched lightly. The light troops advanced rapidly. In military soul seizing, what Fatty is best at is doing what the other party thinks is the safest. A sword was struck at the most unlikely place, causing the other party to shed tears in pain. The rebellion on the left wing of Gaul was just an illusion used to attract the attention of the Gauls. From the beginning, Fatty did not pay much attention to the impact of the rebellion. hope,

"The real target, in fact, from beginning to end, is in this Bruges Fortress, which is like a battle node. If you don't take action, it will be enough. The action is an unexpected kill. His Majesty's style is as sharp as ever!" Hu Keqi took a deep breath. After taking a breath to calm down the fluctuations in his heart, he snorted, "The long archers come out to clear the city walls!"

"All longbowmen, come out!" A fast horse galloped past the edge of the forest. In the white mist floating in the forest at five o'clock in the morning, rows of black spots gradually appeared.

Four thousand longbowmen holding 2-meter giant bows lined up in four teams and stood out from the dense woods below Bruges Castle.

Following the command, the two-meter long bow, supported by arms as thick as ordinary people's thighs, slowly raised a forty-five-degree angle toward Bruges Castle, which was higher than the ground. The long bow string was tightened and slowly pulled to the maximum. . The steel arrows with blood grooves were raised in unison, flashing with a faint white light belonging to cold metal.

"Get ready! Three consecutive shots"

The longbow captain standing in the front row on the left shouted. They were wearing red tassels on their heads and red leather armor that only the Guards had on their bodies. , "Let go!" A loud voice came from the long archer captain standing first on the left side of the team. The first one to let go of the bowstring, the special longbow armor-piercing arrow tore through the air and flew out with a white cold light, "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!" The dense sound of bowstrings sounded, and countless arrow clusters seemed to come from the forest. A swarm of locusts suddenly burst out from the edge, drawing rapid and beautiful white lines from the dense forest area below Bruges, quickly leaping over a staggering 200 meters.

At five o'clock in the morning, all the Bruges Fort sentries were tired and sleepy. No one noticed that in the dense forest 200 meters away from Bruges Fort, white light was overwhelming. On the walls of Bruges Fortress, the Gauls were prepared for the upcoming raid. Still unknown, several sentries squatting by the fire were yawning, and opposite them sat other soldiers. The blazing fire shone on their tired faces. A sentry tightened his linen collar with an ugly expression and threw a piece of firewood into the fire. For some reason, he felt that the temperature was particularly low tonight, even though I'm very close to the bonfire, but I always feel like it's cold behind me

"What sound?" A sentry vaguely heard something. He stood up curiously and leaned out half of his body to look outside. Suddenly, a white light struck, and the sentry flew back as if it had been hit. A thick arrow cluster. Shot through his chest, he flew out with the castrated person, and was firmly nailed to the wooden pillar behind him.

The sentry was covered in blood. He struggled to hold the tail of the arrow that had penetrated his throat with both hands, trying to pull it out. His face was red with pain and frustration. The chest that was shot through made an unpleasant gurgling sound, like a pile of rubble rubbing against each other, "Bang!" Another arrow shot from the thick fog shot into his neck from the left side,

The white arrow quivered in his throat. His last efforts came to an abrupt end, his arms and legs hanging down weakly, and his feet hanging there off the ground.

"Enemy... enemy..." Several sentries were stunned by the sudden situation. Before their voices were fully uttered, they were like sharp blades in the void attacking in the cold night. Countless arrows shot out from the sky at the same moment. When it fell, the shouts of the Gauls suddenly stopped, and everyone only felt a dense The cold stars dazzled the eyes, and the frightening star points were like starlight suddenly bursting out from the darkness, carrying a deadly aura, shooting through the body with unbelievable speed, "Puff, puff!" The Ciwa Longbow was terrifying. The projectile even allowed the Gallic soldiers to clearly hear the sound of blood exploding in their bodies.

Minced meat splashed, and the optical fiber glowed slightly with white light. Countless dots of blood accompanied by the crunching sounds of broken bones and bones, and the screams of the deceased before death were horrifying to hear in the dark night. They once made the entire Ikadiva continental army fearful. Top troops, at this moment erupted like a storm Such sharp momentum,

"Enemy attack!" A few minutes later, a sad and tragic cry rang out from the fortress walls. It was a cry of despair. In the faint morning light, the polished steel shields of the siege troops shone silver in the sun. , like a sparkling river surface. The densely packed human heads squirmed like a swarm of ants, making the sentinels above feel numb.

"Don't let them come up!" The Gallic defenders blew their bugles in panic, and the troops on the city wall hurriedly ran out, "Dang! Dang! Dang!" The alarm bell rang through the early morning like a frightened woman. came from the watchtower on the city wall.

"Change arrows!" Below the city wall, the longbow captains responsible for blocking the attack shouted. The long arrows of the Ciwa archers were quickly replaced by thick arrows. This action had been practiced more than ten times. The longbowman completed the conversion in a few seconds, "Height thirty-six, shoot!"

As the captains shouted loudly, countless special arrowheads tied with ropes were shot out from the powerful Ciwa longbow.

"Bah, bang, bang!" The hook hit the inside of the wall of the city wall, and a burst of dust bounced up. The city wall of more than 20 meters was jumped by arrows. The falling hook firmly hung on the solid battlement, below the fortress. , the Falcon Army infantry has swooped in like a tide. The cold light was as cold as iron. Countless falcon infantry soldiers in light armor carried huge shields behind their backs and held sharp long swords in their mouths. From the base of the city below, they shot barbed arrows upwards with bows and arrows. Triangular iron weapon, and then nimbly climbed up along the rope nailed to the battlement,

"If you don't want to die, stop them with all your strength!"

The Gallic soldiers panicked and raised their spears to stab the falcon soldiers below. The falcon infantry climbing below grabbed the opponent's spear and pulled it down.

A sharp and powerful longbow shot. They fell one by one, and even the shields could not block the powerful longbow volleys of the Sanwa tribe. For a while, the Gauls were staggered here and there by the shots. Unable to form a thick enough defense at all, the Falcon infantry swooped forward. The scene of the two armies' encounter was cruel and tragic, with spears and swords waving in the sky everywhere.

"go ahead!"

The metallic light of the weapons shone in the rising sun, blood was spraying, and the fallen soldiers were screaming. The falcon battle flag, with its teeth and claws dancing, was pushed up to the top of the city by the forward soldiers in the bursting morning wind, and was firmly planted on a city wall, making a tight swishing sound.

The Falcon Army rushed up to the city wall, and the densely packed spear tips shone with the terrifying sharpness of metal in the white morning light. The spearhead is like a forest. The phalanx is like a mountain! The number of people is increasing, and both sides are gnashing their teeth in a desperate fight, blood is flying everywhere, and screams are everywhere. "Hoo!" A harsh whistling sound passed through the top of the head, almost covering up the shouts of the soldiers, "papa" a round sling shot, like a meteor, plunged into the queue behind, the rolling stone from the sling tower of the city wall, A bloody path was crushed on the bodies of several soldiers,

"Go forward, kill them all!" the Falcon Army infantry captain shouted at the top of his lungs. His bloodshot and cold eyes were staring at the sling tower in front of him, as if he didn't even realize that just now , several lives had been taken away in a tragic way, and the fierce battle on the city wall entered its most brutal moment. Thousands of soldiers from both sides formed assault troops and poured onto the city road. Their crowded armor made a harsh metallic sound. They couldn't even turn around and take a breath. Many soldiers were standing in front of them.

"Heavy gun advance!"

The Falcons who climbed up the city wall held their large siege shields high and pushed forward in unison, just like waves hitting the crumbling defense line of the Gallic army. These heavy spearmen were all elites from the central army of the empire. Rich experience in siege. Although they gave up heavy armor, they were still able to use the heavy guns in their hands to form a very terrifying whole row advance. They lined up in a thick queue along the eastern end of the occupied city wall, and "squeaked" their spears piercing through the gaps in the Gauls' shields. Entering, the advantages of experienced soldiers and ordinary local soldiers are quickly revealed.

I saw the spears standing high like a wall, and falling suddenly like splitting mountains and seas, and "whoosh" a sharp whistling sound penetrated from the gap between the shields of the Gallic infantry,

"Ah" before the Gauls behind him could react, a spear more than a foot long was pierced into his body in heavy armor from top to bottom. Blood spurted out from the open wound, and the spear was withdrawn. The bright red blood holes were pulled open by the spear as the shield was pulled open, revealing the frightened and pale faces behind the shield.

"Go forward and take the city gate!"

Even if they encountered heavily armored Gallic troops on the opposite side, the heavy-armed spearmen at the forefront were still eager to kill. Bloodthirsty passion spread in their hearts, and they frantically thrust their spears into the enemy's chest.

"Gah, gah" amidst the sound of dense metal collisions, blood shot out from the bodies of the two sides strangled together.

The dense spears were like a moving wall of thorns, overturning entire rows of Gallic heavy infantry.

Corpses were piled on the ground. The heavy-armed spearmen stepped over the corpses without hesitation and continued to advance. Their target was the gate of the fortress.

Only by occupying the gate can the cavalry of up to five thousand people outside the city be able to rush in.

The two armies fought fiercely at the city gate and quickly piled up a pile of corpses nearly one meter high.

"Oh my God, back off!" The brutal face-to-face collision finally caused the fragile nerves of the Gallic Army to collapse.

Even in the face of the bloody supervision of the officers behind them, the troops guarding the city gate did not stop their retreat. Even the officers supervising the battle behind were rushed to pieces.

"Gah!" The closed fortress gate finally opened slowly in front of Hu Keqili. "Woo!" The horn sound came from below the fortress, a loud noise, and countless black cavalry sounded like high-pitched sounds in the morning light. Passionate war song,

The snow-like sword light was like a silver billow that was rolling forward rapidly, rushing straight towards the gate of the fortress (To be continued...)