Realm of Power

In the dark night, heavy horse hooves stepped into the shallow water in the upper reaches of the Seine River, creating a burst of white water spray.

A scout cavalry galloped from a distance, reined in his horse in front of the fat man, and loudly reported, "Your Majesty, news came back from the Northwest Army Corps. They are following the order and are returning along the river. They have already passed the halfway point of Ahhe, which is 20 miles away." Hill, but there are Gauls behind it The army is following closely, and the enemy's cavalry is chasing closely. They have launched three harassments and have been repelled by the Northwest Army. Lord Crolisate specifically requested to temporarily stop retreating and immediately deploy defenses, otherwise, it will be endangered! The pontoon built upstream!”

"Tell Crolissart that I don't need him to defend. I want him to try his best to drag the enemy into the flat land near the river, and the battleships on the pontoon will pick him up!" The fat man waved his hand to the messenger cavalry, far away Looking at the pale cyan outline of the plain in the dark night,

A fat man wearing a black devil armor stopped his war horse next to the pontoon bridge. On the three huge pontoon bridges made of warships, countless black cavalry were passing quickly. The horses' hooves were rumbling, and the battle flags were like rain. There were no stars in the sky tonight, but under Senna In the area upstream of the river, there are two heavy troop groups moving at the same time. If you can look down from the sky above your head, you will find two huge fire stars, which are like two long red lines, and the distance between them is getting shorter and shorter.

The black cavalry formed an array that was thousands of meters long. The metal-forged armor flashed through the darkness in the night, as if murderous intent was accumulating between the two armies that were about to meet. The rain started falling again, and the white rain seemed to never end. On the distant horizon, there was a low roar of muffled thunder.

"Your Majesty, this is the Northwest Army!"

Next to him, a Central Army general stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, looking down from a high position. Sure enough, there were dots of fire at the river in the distance. A large group of soldiers from the Northwest Army were moving closer to the river. In less than ten minutes, large fires began to appear less than 5 miles behind the Northwest Army.

"Your Majesty, it's the Gallic army!"

This time, even the general's voice was a little nervous. As expected, the Gauls took a bite of the Northwest Army, which was short of troops but almost exploded their anus. The Northwest Legion, all composed of light infantry, also took advantage of its speed. Under the tight encirclement of the Gaulish army, it dragged several times the Gallic army into the flat land near the river. On their flanks, they were led by Fatty himself. The 50,000-strong Central Army and Dongting Cavalry gathered together. The sky was gloomy, with black clouds covering the sky.

"It came so fast!"

The fat man lay on his back. Big drops of cold rain hit my face, giving me a refreshing feeling. He looked at his subordinates. Behind him, thirteen thousand Guards Cavalry were scattered into a neat quadrilateral. The neatly arranged armors and spears were endless as far as the eye could see. The rainwater soaked the helmets of the cavalrymen, entered through the gaps in the cavalry masks, and flowed down from the chainmail armor of the cavalrymen. No one said anything. There was only the sound of rain splashing on the iron plates of the armor, and the sound of dripping water.

"Puff puff" the war horse moved its front hooves uneasily,

On the left wing were 30,000 Dongting cavalry led by Dongting General Wu Mu. The most famous formation of Dongting Cavalry is the Feng Yao Formation.

The name "Fengyao" comes from the shape of the scimitar, the favorite weapon of the prairie people. The same is true for the entire column. Taking the main unit of a thousand people as a unit, thirty prairie cavalry units of a thousand people are superimposed front and back, staggered in a cut-shaped half-moon array, like a The full-moon scimitar raised high, the coldness of the front is striking,

The impact of the prairie cavalry is famous for its swiftness. It is like a scimitar slashing down in a weird arc. The cavalry is stacked on top of each other, and the huge waves are like mountains pressing on their heads. As long as they tear a hole in the infantry team, they can form a half-arc arc. The impact will turn this hole into a breach in the huge dam,

The scimitar cuts in and surges wildly,

The cavalry rushing inside took advantage of the momentum to form a large massacre like a dragon, trampling the enemy, scattering the rear of the array, and then shaking the entire line, directly causing the opponent's soldiers to collapse! It's just that the discipline of the prairie cavalry has always been poor, and there are always problems with cooperation between the various races.

Therefore, the scale of the Fengyao Formation is usually only about 10,000 people. For example, this time the Fengyao Formation was unified and arranged based on 30,000 cavalry. This was the first time for the grassland people. Even the fat man felt shocked when he saw such an array. I was a little frightened in my heart, it was indeed a killing array of prairie people!

The two cavalry groups quietly looked at the river below in the distance. Under the black iron helmets, there were imperial cavalry with murderous eyes and slightly sinister eyes. The rain was still pattering on the ground, and the war horses were kicking uneasily. Touch the ground,

Everyone felt the murderous aura bred in the silence, and swallowed nervously.

Under the sight of everyone, the Northwest Army below has stopped moving. To be precise, it is a defensive line formed by more than a dozen Falcon warships forming a pontoon. The queues of Northwest Army shooters opened the compound hunting bows in their hands. Behind them, a dozen ships The side baffles of the imperial warship were lifted from the inside out like fish scales, revealing a row of dark gun muzzles inside. The light infantry in front set up a gun array. The 50,000-person Northwest Legion looked like an inflated army. The hedgehog suddenly became inaccessible.

Countless spears and shields formed a tilted quadrilateral. In the middle were four small square formations of 20,000 powerful imperial crossbowmen and archers. Under the dark sky, the Gauls' pursuit also stopped. First, The approaching Gallic army is the blue of Tillandsia The Holy Beast Cavalry, these light cavalry in blue shirts, were like wild wolves that smelled blood. They circled back and forth outside the shooting range. They tried to get closer several times, but were fired by thousands of arrows before they could get close. , many people were shot over by the crossbow shooters inside the array,

"Report to the army! We defended that place and caught up with the enemy. This is enough to be the first achievement of this battle! Leave this hard bone to Hassen Rimbaud to gnaw on. We will monitor on the spot!" He made a detour in embarrassment. In one circle, Tie Lanle, commander-in-chief of the Blue Holy Beast Cavalry Stopping the war horse, he waved his hand to his subordinates with an ugly expression. The blue cavalry stopped the war horse and looked coldly at the northwest army on the opposite side. Although Tielan was ruthless, he was also a famous noble general in Kyoto. He was very I quickly judged the situation,

He had only 5,000 cavalry, but the number of the Falcon Army on the opposite side was definitely more than 30,000. He originally wanted to use the darkness to give the enemy a fatal blow on the flat terrain where the enemy was retreating, create a rout, and then cover up the enemy along the way. But he didn't expect that the other party would be so calm. Not only could he escape quickly, but he could quickly form a strong defense. With the support of the warships in the river, he also assumed a posture of refusing to retreat until death. He was definitely an elite who had experienced battles for a long time. It’s not something that can be eaten by just five thousand cavalry!

"Sir, Lord Tielan's Blue Sacred Beast Cavalry Regiment captured the escaping Falcon Army at the river channel! Request our team for immediate support!" Behind the Gallic forward, the Gallic scouts brought a warning to everyone. Extremely exciting news. Along the way the pursuing Gauls began to turn,

"Have you bitten? That's great. Come here, immediately order all the troops to encircle the river! I will annihilate this intruding falcon army! Let these arrogant guys know that I, the Gallic soldiers, are not vegetarians either. "Hassen Rimbaud raised his whip high in excitement, and the other generals shouted excitedly to their troops, "Quick, turn to the river! Let's kill them all!"

"Rumble"

A muffled thunder rolled across the sky, shrouding the world below in desolation. The army gathered,

The falcon battle flag and the Gallic military flag on the opposite side were both blown by the rain at the same time. The distance between the two armies has been shortened by one thousand meters. The water in the river next to it is rolling and making a gurgling sound, like a war drum that is about to beat.

Hassan Rambo stopped his horse in front of the queue and looked at the falcon troops arrayed in front of him with sharp eyes. Although the number of falcon troops in front was somewhat surprising from the report. But in front of our own army of nearly 100,000 people, we are still at an absolute disadvantage. What can we do even if we have battleships at our back? Facing such a large army advancing, even if the entire fleet is launched, it will be useless.

Instead, the opponent fled in a panic all night, and now is blocked by the river and unable to evacuate. Presumably at this moment, the morale of the Falcon soldiers on the opposite side has dropped to the extreme. It only takes one strike to defeat the enemy!

Devouring 30,000 elite Falcons in one go, this is definitely the most glorious victory since the war between Gaul and the Falcon Empire. Now Gaul needs such a great victory. Hassen Rimbaud was a little excited. He raised the command sword in his hand high, the blade of the sword was white, shining brightly in the sky, and loudly ordered, "The whole army comes forward to avenge the ghoulish defenders and kill them all without leaving a trace."

"go ahead!"

The Gallic army advanced across the board, like a tsunami and landslide, and large numbers of Gallic armies began to press forward quickly. "Woo woo" the horns sounded crazily in the night, and the sky illuminated by fire was like streaks of fire flashing across the sky. The electric light reflects the blue armor of the Gauls all over the mountains and plains, full of ferocious and bloody pressure.

The Gallic army that appeared from the distant horizon was just like the demonic army that was wiped out in countless numbers in the rumors. It was a black mass, with densely packed heads of people clustered together. The horses neighed and slowly advanced from both sides of the cluster. The number of people was getting larger and larger. The more they become, the more they become overwhelming,

The various squadron battle flags unique to the Gauls covered the ground. The huge momentum was really breathtaking. The battle flags were like clouds, and the murderous intent was soaring into the sky. The infantry and cavalry were mixed together. The flash of armor all over the mountains and plains covered a large area, with nearly 100,000 soldiers. A huge slope made of people,

In this silent night, just like the majestic dawn rising on the horizon, people feel the majesty of the military.

"shooting"

At 500 meters, the warships in the river channel were the first to start shooting. There was a rumble and thunder. Rows of Thor cannonballs hit the Gauls fiercely in a flash of fire. "Rumble, rumble" and flames appeared. An explosion like a storm almost enveloped the Gallic army at the forefront.

The crowded crowd of Gauls was like encountering a high-rotating top, and their bodies were hit to pieces. The place where the explosion occurred was as if a piece had been dug out, and the flesh and blood stumps were scattered in the air, and the blood was squeezed out. Explosive light spots like exploding tomatoes spurted out, like brilliant flame petals sputtering around,

The mountain wind blew, and a pungent smell of sulfur hit his face. The fat man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the fierce battlefield rumbling below.

Looking down from a high place, the lethality of the battleship's volleys against the Gauls is not so eye-catching. The constantly flashing light clusters are like small mushrooms growing in the forest among the attacking Gauls. Usually it explodes, causing about a thousand casualties.

Such a blow is really insignificant to the 100,000-strong Gallic army. On the contrary, the silent reloading time after the shooting is like a shot of chicken blood to the Gauls who have crossed the firing range. Everyone is running hard

"kill!"

The Gaulish infantry first concentrated and pounced on the outer shoals of the river, facing the bow of the battleship, which could effectively avoid the thunder god's strike from the side of the battleship.

The Gallic Empire and the Falcon Empire have fought against each other more than ten times, and they already hate the Falcon Empire's Thunder God with all their heart. Even ordinary soldiers know not to panic when faced with the Falcon Empire's Thunder God's bombardment, and not to run around. That will only make you die faster and more miserably. Just disperse quickly or lie on the ground. Thor can effectively avoid the iron sheets and explosions shot from all sides. After the Thunder God's bombardment, there will be a period of silence.

The distance between the two armies was shortened to 300 meters.

"Get ready to shoot!" The archers of the Northwest Legion began to raise their powerful compound bows in rows toward the sky. The arrow clusters were like cold stars in the night sky.

With the sharp sound of shooting, thousands of arrows turned into a dense dark cloud. It quickly rose up in the air, drew beautiful arcs, and shot at the Gauls rushing along the river, causing blood to splash. Pieces of scarlet emerged, and clusters of arrows hit the shields of the Gallic infantry like raindrops. With a clanking sound, the infantrymen fell to the ground in pieces,

"Rumble"

A whole row of white smoke sprayed out from the side of the battleship. The fire suddenly appeared, and fierce fireballs shot at the Gauls in the distance, and the northwest legion rained like arrows. At the same time, it fell with a shrill roar that pierced the air, and was thrown all over the sky. The wormwood on the other side of the river seemed to be shaken by the sound of arrows tearing the sky apart. It swayed back and forth, and the killing sound shook the sky.

The Gauls' tidal charge had already entered a hundred meters away from the northwest army.

"Ready to fight!"

The spearmen of the Northwest Legion began to move closer quickly. Rows of spears were stacked on top of each other. The spears were staggered and stretched out. There were almost no gaps to follow. The soldiers of the Northwest Legion, holding the iron spear handles tightly in their hands, had cold eyes and no words. Shaking, as if a forest of spears suddenly appeared on the ground. Compared with the terrifying light of metal flashing at the tip, the Gallic army was at a loss at first. These Gauls who rushed to the front row at the risk of death, broke in and found that they were facing a pile of walls made of spears. , they wanted to stop, but the people behind pushed them so that they could not stop.

"ah!"

The two armies finally collided together, like the rapid collision of a steel wall. Thousands of spears as neat as brushes, all pointed forward. Killing, in an instant, thousands of bodies fell down, thousands of blood splashed, and a thin layer of blood mist rose on the battle line between the two armies.

"Creak"

Fierce spears collided together, and the Gallic soldiers who were in a semi-panic state fell in pieces in front of the spear formation, and the entire row overturned. Then a garrison regiment was defeated frontally, but the Gauls approaching quickly from behind were still as if The tide is like the sea, densely packed, and the battle line is like a thick stack of absorbent paper, each one is ready to absorb the blood.

"Spearman!"

Crolissart looked at the battle line of the first row with blood in his eyes. With the continuous flow of Gallic troops, the gun array of the first row could no longer support. Following his order, the 4,000 heavy-duty troops in the middle The horizontal spear troops, holding stabbing spears with horizontal edges in their hands, rushed towards the place where the fighting was the most intensive. "Kill!" The five-meter-long horizontal spears were like a group of giants rushing in, with sharp branches like branches. The foot-long chisel blade stabbed at the Gauls on the opposite side.

The spearmen of the Falcon Army are all specially selected from ordinary soldiers. They are tall and strong, and the five-meter spears weighing 20 kilograms are waved in their thick hands as easily as playing with toys. If such a special spear is pierced or caught, it will be a terrible bloody hole. No matter how strong the soldier is, he will cry out in pain and die. It is often the strongest support in the military formation. It is the soul of the entire spear array,

"Ah" the Gauls have never encountered the cross spears of the Falcon Army. Even if they have, those troops who have experienced it are no longer there now, because the Gauls' queue is too crowded, and there is almost no need to consider the problem of misses. The horizontal spear, which was 2 meters longer than the spear, directly caused a rain of blood in the Gauls' queue.

"What's this"

Countless Gallic soldiers didn't even react before they felt their eyes light up, and then they saw their colleagues' heads exploded like smashed watermelons, with bright red blood mixed with yellow and white brains splattering directly onto the terrified faces. The faces of the companions were all shouting in panic. In the face of this thunderous and ferocious impact, the obstruction of flesh and blood was simply a joke. Even a human wall of heavy infantry wearing heavy armor would be blocked by this kind of attack. Terrible weapons cut gaps one after another.

On the top of the mountain, Fatty stood quietly on horseback, watching the fierce battle several miles away below. Between the lines dividing the sky and the earth, thousands of fires covered the entire plain next to the river. The combat power displayed by the Northwest Army made his eyes flash.

"Your Majesty, are we going to attack?" a central army general behind him asked worriedly. "The Gauls are attacking very fiercely! The pressure on the Northwest Army is too great. If we don't launch an attack, I'm afraid the Northwest Army will not be able to bear it!" "

"There's no rush, we have to have confidence in the combat power of the Northwest Legion!" The fat man waved his hands solemnly, with a pair of black pupils, staring at the battlefield in the distance where killings were heard all day long, and said decisively, "Although there are many enemies, after all, they are just The local garrison's weapons and equipment are not strong, and its soldiers are poorly trained. The Northwest Legion has 50,000 people, is well-equipped, and has a fleet as its backing. There is no need to fear the pressure from a flanking attack.

If it could not withstand such an impact, then the original First Army of the Empire would have been so disappointing. After a year away from the battlefield, the Northwest Army may have forgotten what blood tastes like.

This battle was the one that aroused the blood in the body. What the empire needed was an imperial tiger that could eat people, not a pampered giant lynx! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!