Realm of Power

In the vast plains under the dark night, armies were crisscrossed. The 100,000-strong army encircled by the Empire's Northwestern Army and Gaul were brutally strangled. Countless flags were undulating on the plain below, overwhelming the mountains. The wind blew the military flags and made a hunting sound overhead. The ground was like a chess piece. The sound of fighting comes with the wind, and the fighting spirit is fierce!

The fat man stood quietly on his horse, looking down at the earth with two balls of fire in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. It seemed that the life and death of more than 100,000 people below, the fate of the entire country, the rise and fall of the earth, everything. Contained in the coldness of his fleeting gaze,

In the first wave of confrontation, the numerically superior Gallic army was scattered like a flood on a dam. The spearmen of the Northwest Legion tenaciously lined up on the river beach. The Gauls used the garrison regiment as an echelon to press in forcefully. The two armies collided heavily

"Advance, the enemy will collapse!" The Gallic officer shouted loudly in the queue to encourage the blood of the soldiers. The battle flags were like clouds, and the troops of his own side covered the mountains and plains. For the local garrison soldiers who rarely had the opportunity to participate in such a large-scale battle. It was like a kind of hypnosis. With so many armies, no one thought they would fail. Their blood was stimulated and boiled like boiling water. It was like being injected with chicken blood. They were enveloped by the advancing army. Roll forward quickly

"Rumble"

Caught off guard, a violent burst of fire, like a torrent, instantly shattered the willpower of many Gallic soldiers.

"Rumble" The fires of countless explosions were like countless golden spirals swept into the Gallic crowd near the river. In these violent explosions, you can see small black dots that should be human bodies being thrown to a high place, and then scattered like flowers by a goddess. The same pieces of meat were scattered, and the Gauls were directly blown up to the sky more than ten meters high, including men and horses, and then they were smashed down hard, smashing their companions into a bloody mess. The narrow river shallows made it impossible to avoid. , which is hidden behind the rocks. It will also be torn apart by the shattered and exploded fragments.

This was a salvo from the warships on the flanking river. After a period of silence, the Gauls had relaxed their attention on the warships on the river. A dense group of infantry was moving forward along the river.

In an instant, like a large red turbulence, the nearest infantry garrison was torn apart in an instant. This time it was not the previous large-scale shooting, but all the thunder gods on the battleship were concentrated to cover the vicinity of the river. , the flying shells roared to tear the air. It spread out and exploded at a distance of less than 100 meters, and a ball of fire rolled up on the river beach.

The Gauls who were outside this strike area were completely stunned by the scene in front of them. The scorching heat wave brought the smell of blood to their nostrils. Aprou, the leader of the 7th Gallic Guards Regiment, did not even know yet. Just when he was encountering something, he was directly hit by the thunder god shells coming from the river battleship like a torrential rain, and he was instantly shattered to pieces. The horsewhip in his hand, representing the glory of the family, made of gold and tied with a golden belt, flew up into the air with his broken hand and fell into the middle of the river, being carried away without a trace by the turbulent water.

In the river that exploded. Broken corpses and severed limbs were densely soaked in the murky river water of the shoal. The explosion left deep pits in the shoal. Red blood rippled in these pits, just like countless red fuel flowing into the river along the surrounding streams. The red blood rolled in the river with the water, and it was a tragic scene

"Master is dead, Master Apuru is dead!"

Apuru's attendant guards were collectively stunned. The general died like this. According to Gallic military discipline, if the general dies in battle, they will all be executed! The panicked guards all turned pale, and some threw their weapons to the ground angrily. Not all soldiers could calmly face this kind of explosive killing at close range, which was similar to a massacre. There was a huge roar, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Explosions at close range are less lethal and are a huge psychological pressure on anyone.

"Sir, the commander of the 7th Guards Regiment, Apuru, was attacked and killed during the advance! The 7th Guards Regiment collapsed."

Hearing such news, Hasen Rimbaud, the famous Gallic general, had a gloomy face. The battle situation in front of him was tragic beyond his expectation. He did not expect that this elite Falcon Army, which should have been defeated, could resist his two enemies. A powerful attack with twice the strength of the army,

Five or six local garrison regiments pressed forward with all their strength and fought fiercely for more than an hour, but they were unable to make any progress. Blood was flying everywhere, and screams were heard one after another. The continuation of the fierce fighting made the local garrison regiments have high morale when the wind was going down, and when the wind was going against them, the local garrison regiments had high morale. Demoralizing characteristics also began to show,

The Gallic soldiers who pressed forward had lost the high morale they had at the beginning, and began to show signs of cowardice. They were dodging and hesitantly being forced forward by the officers behind them. If they encountered any casualties, they would immediately retreat.

In contrast, on the defensive line of the Falcon Army on the opposite side, the densely packed spear tips flashed with the terrifying edge of metal in the white rain. "Pop!" The sound of the spear breaking sounded like dense raindrops, and countless blood exploded on the front end of the spear, like a bright red mist suddenly rising up. Because they rushed too fast, the Gallic soldiers at the front Before he could stop, he was pushed and hit by the sharp five-meter spear from the front.

"kill"

The soldiers with red eyes on both sides shouted the same voice almost at the same time. The metal hit the metal, making bursts of harsh friction sounds. The gun heads were like a forest, and the phalanx was like a mountain! As solid as a rock, countless five-meter spears rising like a forest swayed between the shields, directly leaning against the thick shoulder pads of the front row infantry. A row of Gauls fell down, revealing the sharp spear tips, and fell The rainwater hit it and was cut into water droplets. Among the silent sounds, there was only the sound of heavy rain mixed with the blood falling on the spear,

No one can defeat such an array! When the Gallic soldiers not far away saw this scene, their faith was shaken. In the eyes of these Gallic garrison soldiers, the front was simply a dead line that would crush even their souls.

"I don't want to die!"

The Gauls' charge showed signs of decline after a strong attack, and some of the formations that came up like waves began to become chaotic. Those who hesitated, those who turned around to escape, those who retreated backwards, and the arrows that were shot quickly were immediately destroyed. The queue fell apart, and there was a faint tendency to be defeated by a counterattack.

"The Fifth Guards Regiment was defeated!"

"The Eighth Guard Regiment suffered serious battle losses. Sir Boyd requested to withdraw!"

Unfavorable news kept coming, Hasen Rimbaud's face became more and more ugly. The encirclement of a hundred thousand troops was in such a predicament. It felt like he was chasing a lone wolf that had been severely injured and fled in panic, but in the blink of an eye he was chasing It turned into a ferocious and powerful tiger.

The huge falcon formation backed by warships on the river was as stable as a mountain under the impact of our own army, like a huge ferocious beast crouching on the river, giving everyone a vague illusion of being invincible. It felt like, again, If the fight continues, it will be your own side that collapses!

"Asshole, how could this happen? Could it be that the previous judgment was wrong?" Hassan Rambo frowned, his face gloomy. Suddenly he ordered to the attendant behind him, "Go and ask Commander Tielan of the Blue Holy Beast Cavalry to come over!"

When the attendant found Tielan, the Kyoto noble was gloating over the misfortune of the local garrison. This battle was enough to boost his reputation, so Tielan did not participate in the attack sequence against the Falcon Army. He was one of the Kyoto nobles. The famous "Yagebin" faction advocated a high degree of centralization in the empire, and all power should be returned to Kyoto, and the establishment of regional consuls in the empire should be abolished. The Yagebin faction is also considered a very radical military faction among Kyoto people.

In addition to demanding a high degree of centralization, Accord sent people. He also advocated dividing the people of the empire into three categories. The first category was naturally people from Kyoto, followed by people from the interior of the empire, and the lowest category was naturally from the externally managed areas of the empire. Except for people from Kyoto, people from other regions have no right to serve as nobles, and all the resources of the empire should be supplied to Kyoto. This kind of very extreme political opinion is very popular among the Kyoto aristocracy, because the political system of Gaul is that in addition to the internal provinces, regional consuls are used to manage the territory of the external provinces.

The consuls in these regions have full authority to manage local affairs, and can even form private armies to dominate the sky, forming a warlord force and endangering the imperial power. This makes the Kyoto nobles who consider themselves superior but have no chance to serve as consuls very dissatisfied.

They unceremoniously called the regional governors of the outer provinces "cancers on the empire."

After the new emperor ascended the throne, a series of suppression of the Julius family directly deprived Julius Fort of the power of the regional consul, and allowed the Algernon family with roots in Kyoto to serve as the general leader of the northwest region. This undoubtedly showed great influence to these Accord guests. Send the nobleman to provide a signal,

That is, the new emperor will no longer tolerate the chaos of the forces in these regions to continue, and all power will be returned to the hands of Kyoto. Under this situation, the arrogance of the Accords in Kyoto began to become arrogant. They have already regarded themselves as the future core of power in Gaul.

For the Battle of Rusty, the Gallic Empire was fully mobilized. Four hundred thousand troops gathered in Rusty. The appointment of the general manager has not yet been made. It is the Accords who are active inside, hoping to take this opportunity to control the imperial army in one fell swoop. power of command,

In the eyes of the Accords, the war with the Falcon Empire is just an itch of the empire. The southwest and northwest regions are just external provinces of the empire. They are like independent kingdoms that were lost to the Falcon Empire in the northwest. If they are lost, they will be lost. Instead, it gave the empire an excuse and opportunity to reorganize other external provinces.

'Only by truly removing the cancer from the outer provinces and returning power to Kyoto can the empire grow into a giant tree and exist for thousands of years. Of course, we must make the regional governors of other provinces obediently hand over their power. , we must have a strong enough army." This is what the Accords think about day and night.

In Kyoto, where the emperor is located, the Imperial Guard suppresses everything. Even the Yage Bin faction does not dare to expand too much. After more than ten years of hard work, they only control the Blue Sacred Beast Cavalry, which has only 5,000 people. As the Yage Party Binpai’s military power

The 400,000-strong army in the Rusty region is undoubtedly a force that is enough to make the provincial governors tremble. It is a pity that the appointment of His Majesty the Emperor is Hassen Rimbaud, who is not from Kyoto background. This can not help but make the Accords feel a little disappointed.

In the Battle of Nase, Tielan saw an opportunity. If the emperor awarded the army to Hasen Rimbaud because he could stop the powerful Falcon Army, then if he could perform better than Hasen Rimbaud and accumulate wealth through it, enough prestige,

So under the operation of his colleagues in Kyoto, there is almost no doubt that His Majesty the Emperor will grant himself command of the army. In order to make the empire stronger, it is also acceptable to sacrifice some worthless local garrison soldiers.

"Die, die, the local garrison is the scum of the empire! It's best if they all die!"

Tie Lan was riding on his horse, watching from a distance the waves of the beaten formations and the collapse of countless local garrison regiments. There was a sarcastic smile on his lips. This battle was no longer important to him. He had already Can foresee the best result for the local garrison this time. That is to say, a tragic victory, with tens of thousands of casualties in exchange for a tragic victory for a Falcon army that was severely damaged by him. Even a blind man can see that his talents are much greater than the empire's first general, Hassen Rimbaud.

Hassen Rimbaud only stopped him, but he defeated him!

"My lord, Lord Hassan Rimbaud has invited me." The attendant came from the side and whispered in his ear to report.

"Hassen Rimbaud? Okay, I understand." Tie Lan stopped his smile and was surprised for a moment, in his heart. The aura of Hassen Rimbaud, the most famous general in the empire, soon became his own. Following the people sent by Hassen Rimbaud, he stood on a raised mound.

I saw a thin imperial general riding on a war horse. The night wind rolled up the cloak behind him, revealing the blue general's heavy armor. The firelight from the river in the distance flashed, shining on the thin cheeks of the first Gaul general. ,

His temples are all white, and his dark blue eyes are full of determination. Looking back with lightning-like eyes, the imperial general's aura was like a tiger entrenched, giving people a chill.

Tie Lan's newly excited heart suddenly cooled down. He quickly lowered his head and buried his true thoughts deeply into the depths of his mind. He was truly worthy of being the person who once stopped the Falcon King's iron heel, just with this momentum. You can feel the steely willpower.

"Sir, you are looking for me." Tie Lan saluted Hasen Rimbaud on his horse.

"Is the Falcon army you defeated the one in front of you?" Hassan Rambo asked with a serious face.

"I don't know either! It was dark at the time. In addition, it was a brief confrontation, and the opponent was defeated at the first touch. It was this one that was chasing along the way. I couldn't find other areas. As for the direction, it completely matched the direction of retreat!" Tielan was vague! He replied nonchalantly that he was not that stupid. If it was this one, Hassan Rimbaud would probably immediately let his cavalry lead the battle. Then he would be asking for his own death.

"I hope you're not lying!"

Hassan Rambo let out a heavy groan. He knew that Tielan was one of the core members of the radical Accord faction in Kyoto. It was precisely because of this that he felt a faint worry.

"Since you can defeat it once, you can defeat it a second time. Prepare your blue holy beast cavalry!" Hassen Rambo paused and said, "The morale of the Falcon Army in front of you is simply rare. To say this It's a remnant army that ran away in panic all night. It really doesn't make sense. If you have to say it seriously, it seems more like a piece of steel. Under the attack of one wave after another, it is showing more and more that people dare not face it. We can't continue like this, otherwise we will collapse!"

"Ah...Okay! I'll get ready now!"

Tielan nodded with a bitter look on his face, thinking about what to do in his heart. The Falcon Army's military formation was so solid that it was chilling. It would be fine if he were a heavy cavalry force like five thousand Imperial Guards, but he was only five thousand. Thousands of light cavalry, although the equipment is better than those scumbag local troops, but light cavalry is light cavalry, there is no way they can become heavy cavalry, bastard, Hassen Rimbaud has obviously noticed something! Tielan fell into a fit of anger on the way back.

"Sir, what's wrong?" the attendant asked in the blue holy beast cavalry queue.

"Hassen Rambo wants us to attack the Falcon Army!" Tielan looked depressed and glanced at his subordinates. Sure enough, everyone's eyes showed timidity. If there was a trace of contempt for the Falcon Army before, After watching the battle in the middle of the night, these Kyoto nobles had long thrown away their arrogance to the Kingdom of Java.

"Sir, are we really going to attack the Falcon Army? We will die!" There was a pessimism, and Tie Lan also felt at a loss. Suddenly, the army on the side suddenly became chaotic. That was the position of the Ninth Guard Regiment, because As a reserve, so like the Blue Holy Beast Cavalry Regiment, it did not go into battle.

But at this moment, the entire Ninth Guard Regiment was in complete chaos, and soldiers were running. "Attention, there is a situation on the flank!" There were panicked shouts one after another,

"flank?"

Tie Lan turned his head in disbelief. At this point in the battle between the two armies, the Gallic army, which had been unable to attack for a long time, was already low in morale and exhausted. The opponent's attack at this moment was undoubtedly a fatal blow. From here There is a wilderness of dozens of miles to that place. To our army, it is like a fish on the chopping block.

Sure enough, in the white light formed by the light raindrops, Tielan shivered, his lips opened slightly, and he was stunned. He saw countless flags like ghosts, appearing layer by layer on the commanding heights on the flanks of the army. , the black cavalry group is like a butcher knife raised high,

"kill!"

As if divine soldiers descended from the sky, the horses' hooves rumbled, and they swooped down from the flanking hillside like an avalanche. The densely packed black iron flow with no end in sight was like an army of devils coming out of the night. The earth rumbled, and the sound of the horses' hooves shook the earth. ,

"Quick, everyone mounts up, we evacuate immediately!" Tielan shouted in a panic and ordered to his subordinates, "The defeat has been decided. There is no need for us to stay and die."

"Raise your bow!" The galloping Dongting cavalry began to raise their grassland bows into the air. As the horses charged forward, countless feather arrows flew high into the sky. A few seconds later, countless shining cold stars mixed in the white raindrops and fell rapidly behind the Gauls, full of an illusory and tragic beauty. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!