Realm of Power

"The city gate, the city gate has been breached!"

The garrison of the Bruges Fortress was in turmoil. The soldiers looked at the city gate in stunned silence. The sun rose from the distant horizon and shone on the Falcon soldiers who surged over the city wall like a black tide. At the same moment, the fortress The commander of the 32nd Gallic Infantry Regiment, Scott Mathieu, arrived belatedly with his own bodyguards.

"Where is Master Tali?" Scott Matthew ordered someone to stop a retreating officer. Tali was the commander of the 21st Infantry Regiment.

"I don't know, the whole army has been scattered!" The bloody officer raised his hand with a pale face and pointed to a tower on the left. "The last place where Master Tali commanded was there, but now..." "The officer shook his head and looked in the direction of the officer's finger.

Scott Matthew gasped, "Oh my God."

I saw countless northwest rebels in black armor, densely packed in the tower like ants climbing on sugar cubes. The cold light of their weapons shone like snow flakes. The regimental flag of the 21st Infantry Regiment hung on the top of the tower. , just like a kite with its string broken falling from above,

Although he is also a soldier, as a local army commander who has hardly been on the battlefield, Skatemathe never thought that one day he would see such a shocking scene. The defense line of the 21st Infantry Regiment was already crumbling, and the enemy The attack was so violent that in just an hour or so, it was so powerful that it completely defeated the 21st Infantry Regiment. An infantry regiment full of ten thousand people, relying on the innate advantages of the solid city wall, Still being riddled with wounds from the opponent's ferocious attacks,

The tower of the 21st Infantry Regiment is finished. The Bruges Fortress must not be lost, otherwise, the entire left wing of the army will be shaken!

"Quick, organize the manpower to snatch back the city gate immediately!" After a brief moment of confusion, Scott Matthew began to issue orders, "Hold on. It won't take long for the two infantry regiments from behind to arrive!" He was still thinking. , such a loud fighting sound, it is estimated that it is more than ten miles away You can all hear it. As long as the two infantry regiments arrive in time, they may not be able to stop the momentum of the northwest rebels. Unfortunately, he does not know that he is facing an elite force of 50,000 people. Otherwise, He must have given the order to evacuate quickly at this moment. Even if the two infantry regiments from the rear arrive, the situation is already beyond repair.

"Watch out for the enemy cavalry!" Suddenly, a horrifying cry came from in front of him.

"Cavalry! Cavalry of the Northwest Rebels!" Scott Mathieu was shocked. Sure enough, he heard the sound of rolling thunder coming from behind the oncoming defeated army. The ground was shaking. Scott Mathew's face was hesitant. Looking at the fortress gate, my mind was completely blank. The opponent actually used cavalry to attack the fortress! Crazy? This moment. In his mind, the sounds of fighting and shouting all over the place seemed to pause.

Like an explosion that explodes at the top

"attack!"

Accompanied by a cry that echoed across the battlefield. Like an avalanche across a mountain,

Almost instantly, countless black cavalry rushed in directly from the fortress gate like a huge black rolling dragon. The earth was shaking violently, and the flying dust was rising all over the sky, as if a shocking storm had been set off in the morning light. Like a sharp sword thrust into the back of our defeated army,

"Bah bang bang"

The war horses moved forward like thunder, and the flickering swords were like meteors flashing across the night sky under the sunlight. The defeated Gallic army was inevitably knocked away, and there was a fierce metal collision sound. At that moment, the first thing the defeated army saw was thousands of horse hooves kicking down above their heads.

"Steady, don't mess up!"

Some Gallic officers shouted at the top of their lungs in the fierce wind. Although they were also frightened and turned pale as paper, they could only use this slogan to make the final struggle.

Almost at the same time, the black shadow speeding past him caused his voice to be drowned in a terrible collision. The sound of broken spears and guns was heard everywhere, and the terrible sound of war horses echoed in the sky. The rumbling sound was mixed with the splatter of blood. In the face of this terrifying impact, the Gauls' infantry formation seemed to be made of paper and mud.

"Surge!"

Hu Keqili shouted loudly, and the assault blades composed of 5,000 Central Army cavalry, with uniform movements, and the horses leaping at high speed under their crotches, used the fastest attack to completely overwhelm the scattered Gallic army in front.

"Stop them, stop them no matter what!"

Scott Matthew thought of the terrible rumors about the northwest rebel cavalry, and suddenly turned pale and shouted,

Even the hundreds of personal guards behind him were so frightened by the powerful assault method of the northwest rebel cavalry that they took a breath of air. No one would have thought that encountering the terrifying northwest rebel cavalry in a solid fortress, the defeated army in front would , there is almost no possibility of even hindering it,

"Raise your spear! Raise your spear! If you don't want to die, pick up your weapons." The Gallic army was in complete chaos. Amidst the rude shouts of the infantry captain, the spearmen trembled slightly and quickly raised their spears. , the trembling and scattered infantry gun array appeared sparse and scattered,

"kill"

With the ear-splitting shouts, if the terrible storm was released in an instant, the cavalry's angular formation would plunge into the defense line formed by the spears like an unstoppable arrow cluster, "pop". The Gallic infantry was galloped over. The horse's hooves trampled it into a pulp, followed by the third The second row, the second row, if they were pushed away like billiard balls, there was a fierce collision of steel, the sound of slashing, screams and howls, the screams of death, the blood-curdling screams of the injured, the armored horses His breath was erupting like a volcano with white air.

The central cavalry that rushed into the fortress violently collided with the besieging Gallic troops nearby.

Like a sharp spike slamming into the soft flesh, the huge impact of the cavalry immediately plowed a bloody path among the surrounding Gaulish troops. The wildly galloping horses were not because of the small size in front of them. It hindered and slowed down the speed, but instantly cut off the already ragged army.

"Ah, help"

"Oh my God!" The Gauls screamed and fell on their backs. The chaos stirred up by the war horses in the crowd spread quickly like the blossoms of a bowling center that was hit.

"Go forward and penetrate them!" Hu Keqili, the central general who led the attack, shouted mercilessly, without showing any emotion on his face. The sword struck like lightning, and a Gallic soldier was knocked over. Under such a close collision, combat skills and strategies were completely unimportant at this moment. When they met on a narrow road, only the fearlessness and bloody bravery of the warriors were the only thing. Only by constantly moving forward can the advantage of the horse's tonnage be maximized, with powerful impact and never-ending movement forward. forward!

The heavy war horses covered in battle armor are the most advantageous impact weapons of the cavalry. The hammer of the central cavalry "bumped" violently smashed the Gallic soldiers in front again and again! No sparks, just blood flowers! The impact formation is continuous and coherent like an indestructible steel spear; turning the enemy blocking the front into a piece of fat butter that you can cut by yourself,

"No way, we can't hold it anymore!" The Gauls finally began to collapse across the board, leaving behind a scarred Bruges Fortress.

August 3rd was also the day when the situation began to reverse.

The 50,000-strong Falcon Army took them by surprise. In one fell swoop, Fort Bruges, the center of gravity of the Gallic army's left wing, was captured. Gleida, the head of the Gallic left wing, turned pale after receiving the news, and immediately ordered the counter-rebellion troops from various places to march towards Fort Bruges. More than 100,000 left-wing troops had just assembled. Returning to attack this important weight that determined the direction of the entire war, Gleida had not yet realized that when he issued this order, the nodes of both armies were concentrated in the Bruges Fortress. Offense and defense were exchanged, the initiative of the battle quietly changed hands, and the advantage of the Gallic left wing in trying to use logistics to wear down the Falcon Army was completely lost.

The Falcon Army quickly deployed a defensive line. The Thor arrived from the Admiralty and was mounted on the top of the fortress of Bruges.

On August 7, the left wing of the Gallic army arrived at the foot of the fortress slope. They were surrounded by countless heads of people. They were so densely packed that they could not be counted. Dozens of well-formed infantry phalanxes, boom, boom, boom! "With the rhythmic and orderly footsteps of the first batch of advancing phalanx infantry, even the solid walls of the fortress were shaking.

"Forward!" The steel formed by the Gallic phalanx was dazzling, and the oppressive force of tens of millions of people gathered,

"Kill, kill! Kill!" Loud and neat shouts came from the wind.

The Gallic spearmen lined up with clear four-corner lines, blocking themselves with huge thick shields. Countless spears bursting with cold light protruded from the gaps in the shields in a row, like a huge hedgehog curled up there. At the moment of danger, the sharp spears The thorns exploded completely outward,

On both wings of the infantry phalanx were archer units that followed slowly.

These archers wear pointed round hats and tight sleeves on their bodies and legs. They have no armor. In fact, most archer troops are not equipped with armor. Only the Falcon Army, which has most of its combat power in long-range The army of the army will equip its crossbowmen with armor.

"It's not that good." Hu Keqili stood at the top of the fortress, looking at the more than 100,000 enemies below. He curled his lips slightly and gave the order, "Push out the God of Thunder!"

"Creak" The Thor's support rollers made a heavy rolling sound on the city wall. Each black cannon muzzle was raised towards the direction of the Gallic army. The gunners borrowed from the navy used iron chains to fix the gun mounts to the city wall. Together,

The caliber of the Navy Thor is smaller than the siege Thor used by the army, and the weight is much lighter. The 100 Navy Thors delivered this time were temporarily disassembled from the battleships, and the gun mounts were not removed. On both sides are solid wooden wheels, such as If it is fired from a naval battleship, the gun mount needs to be fixed with an iron hook. The same is true for firing from a fortress. Otherwise, the strong recoil will be enough to hurt the soldiers behind. If it is not hooked, the entire gun can be fired with one shot. The shock lasts several meters

"That is?"

Gleda looked at the long iron pipe that suddenly appeared on the fortress. Her pupils shrank unnaturally, and she suddenly seemed a little unnatural. He had never seen Thor, but he also knew from intelligence that the northwest rebels had a very terrifying long-range weapon. , it is said that it can open mountains and crack rocks, yes Gleda thought this description was a bit exaggerated, but he also believed that such weapons should be very dangerous. Under his cautious sight, countless large instruments with cold metallic luster were being used by the northwest rebels in the fortress. Rows were pushed up from the city wall

"All the troops attack!" Gleda gritted her teeth. She had no choice. She couldn't take Brugge Castle and the entire left wing was in a state of collapse. Since the opponent was a long-range attack weapon, shortening the distance might reduce the damage, which represented the entire front. The loud bugle of attack resounded across the sky,

"go ahead!"

More than 100,000 Gallic troops swooped in from around the city wall, and the troops and horses rolled forward. At this moment, the heaven and earth were filled with terrible shocking sounds.

The dense boulders and arrows on the city wall violently bombarded the sea of ​​people below, causing terrifying bright red waves to splash. It was a wave of flesh and blood and screams. With this kind of desperate attack, regardless of casualties or fear of sacrifice, the Gallic army advanced step by step until it reached the bottom of the fortress wall.

"Shoot!" The Falcon crossbowmen on the city wall fired one after another.

Countless Gallic soldiers fell down with arrows in the scarlet blood. The first to arrive were the fastest light assault infantry. Under the cover of the archers, in the blind spot under the city wall, the Gallic assault infantry set up He got on the ladder and climbed up along the gap in the city wall, screaming. Rapid counterattacks hit them on the city wall. Countless soldiers were hit by arrows falling from high places. The city wall was covered with darkness.

"Order the archers to take forward cover!"

Gleda narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the Bruges Fortress. The fighting power of the northwest rebels was indeed amazing. Facing the fierce attack of more than 100,000 troops, the city walls were also in order, and the archers had finished shooting a batch. He quickly retreated and gave way to the archers behind him. Dense arrow clusters hit the troops below like a downpour, and 20,000 Gallic archers charged forward. Covering their infantry with intensive shooting, tens of thousands of arrows flew in the air, and shining metal flashes shuttled back and forth between the two armies. The solid city wall also had cracks as bricks and debris flew across the sky after being shot by arrows.

"emission!"

Hu Keqili looked at the slowly moving forward heavy infantry below and suddenly waved his hand down. "Rumble" A huge roar erupted from the head of the fortress, fire mixed with white smoke rose, and red fireballs fell towards the Gaulish heavy infantry below.

"What is this?" The Gallic soldiers who were still climbing the city wall were frightened. The flashes of fire at close range gave their retinas a burning feeling. The huge bombardment made them even more frightened. Many Gallic soldiers jumped from the climbing wall, like countless light masks, suddenly Suddenly exploded from the periphery of the Gallic phalanx, and the rising scorching heat wave swept the surrounding soldiers into the whirlpool-like air waves. With a swishing sound, it rippled in all directions, and the broken limbs and flesh were mixed with The fire exploded into the sky, scattering like raindrops in the air, and there was already chaos below.

Rumble, rumble...

Waves of smoke enveloped the land a hundred meters ahead, turning it into a world filled with smoke. In the thick smoke, the firelight caused by the explosion was so bright in the semi-dark red smoke. In the thick smoke, the dense ranks of the Gallic heavy infantry were pushed down in rows, just like thatch that had been hit by a hurricane, seemingly all at once. Stepping on a huge vent, countless objects flew up and flew high into the sky. They fell in irregular curves as they watched, and the remains of the soldiers' corpses were blown to pieces, and the whole thing was blown up and twisted. deformed shield,

Broken spears, and countless dust and gravel. In particular, the tower shield marking the Gallic heavy infantry looked like leaves flying in the air waves of the explosion. They were light and fluttering, making various turning positions in mid-air, and then smashed into the moist and soft soil.

"Oh my God, what is this?"

The Gauls were completely frightened by the violent explosions all around. Even Gleda, who had already prepared to sacrifice some of her soldiers, did not expect such a terrible scene. The first round of shooting from the opponent killed her subordinates who were known to dare. Most of the periphery of the dead group's array was blown away.

At least a thousand of the bravest regular army soldiers were injured or died in the inexplicable explosion, and commotion began on the outside of the military formation. The soldiers were frightened and turned pale. In a series of hellish explosions, the steel tower shields were completely defenseless. People were turned upside down, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the Gallic infantry phalanx swept in like a flood. It was the mighty waterfall that hit the hard rock. The wave after wave of Gallic military formations slowly stopped, like moths flying into the flame. With extremely frightened eyes, they were attacked by the continuous fire from all around. The Thor cannon was beaten to a pulp.

At this moment, Gleda felt a little regretful. The opponent had such a terrifying weapon, which had completely put his superior troops in a position of massacre. Forcibly attacking the city was tantamount to self-destruction.

"The entire army evacuates!"

Gretel gave the order with bloodshot eyes, but it was too late. It was not only Thor who was transported to the Bruges Fortress, but also the big killers that really faced the infantry group, such as ballistae and arrow carriages. These were used in the Ikadiva Unification War The bloody murder weapon developed in the process completely exploded at this moment,

"call"

The sky suddenly darkened. One hundred and thirty-five repeating crossbows and one hundred and five large arrow carriages were launched at the same time. Large flying arrows blocked the sun like clouds. The dark clouds instantly turned into raindrops, and metal waterfalls fell from the sky! The arrows fired by the crossbow were so powerful that the Gallic soldiers at the front felt as if they had been punched in the face by an invisible giant. They suddenly flew backwards and twisted in mid-air. He was in an unnatural position, flipped over and shot into a hedgehog. Those heavy crossbows relied on powerful machine springs to fire down from the heights of the fortress at the Gauls below.

The countless heavy crossbows that crashed into the Gauls were like a hammer slamming into a pile of flour. Countless blood rains flew up into the air along with the stumps, and the strong smell of blood hit their faces. Come on, the infantrymen who have fallen behind have their faces smashed.

"Mom!"

The Gallic soldiers were frightened by the tragic scene before them and retreated, like a group of frightened sheep, despite the infantry captains behind them waving their heavy weapons and shouting: "Go forward, go forward, no retreat!" "

For a time, the entire Bruges Fortress wall was like a suddenly erupting volcano, with countless arrows covering the sky. In this terrible metal storm,

The thin armor and weak shields of the Gallic army's flesh and blood bodies were as fragile as paper. The soldiers in the front row were instantly crushed to pieces.

The Gallic troops trampled and screamed at each other in panic, arrows flew like locusts, and the sharp sound of arrows breaking through the air filled the entire space. (To be continued...)