Realm of Power

In August, after a month of fierce fighting, the Gallic army regained the northern peripheral area of ​​​​Aran, and the army advanced on Naguld, the most important city of the Slavs in the north.

Nagould is the second largest city in northern Gaul, with a population of 400,000. After the Slavs occupied the city, they deliberately positioned this large city as the future capital of the Slavic Kingdom, so they hoarded a large amount of supplies and ordnance. It is currently also a Slavic city. The seat of the Presbyterian Church,

This time, the first Gallic forward army to attack the city of Nagould with great momentum was led by Figueros, a new generation of famous generals who had risen rapidly in the past few months. August was the rainy season in the north, and the storm was like a horse. The wild wild horses climbed over the mountains on the northern edge of Gaul, mercilessly hitting the ground below. Black clouds rolled over overwhelmingly, bringing waterfall-like rain pouring down. The ground covered with dense grass became transformed. into a muddy mess,

"Boom, boom, boom" muffled thunder roared in the clouds above our heads, and chaotic silver lightning continued to cut through the sky above our heads, illuminating the tall walls of Naguld.

On a mound outside the city, Figueros looked firmly at the majestic city in front of him. This was the last line of defense for the Slavs. If it could be broken with one blow, the Slavs would have control of the north. will end completely,

According to intelligence, the number of Slavs stationed in this city has reached 110,000. It is said that even children over the age of fourteen have been recruited. Moreover, during this period, the Slavs may have felt the pressure of destruction. After a while, it becomes more serious.

He frowned slightly as he thought of the tragic scene he passed by a village yesterday. The entire village was burned down, corpses were all on the ground, and all valuable things in the village were looted. This showed that the Slavs were the target of plunder in the past. Mainly placed on wealthy nobles and property-owning citizens, but now. Judging from the burned-to-ruins villages we saw yesterday, the Slavs have gone to great lengths to do whatever they can. This scene becomes more obvious the closer to the city, the more obvious it becomes.

If this is the case even in big cities like Nagold, then the situation in other areas will probably be even worse.

"No matter how many Gauls die, does it have anything to do with me?"

Figueros had a stern expression on his face, and his cold gaze was withdrawn from the distant city wall.

He had no interest in the lives and deaths of Gallic civilians. In order to be faster and more effective than other generals' troops, he never restrained his men in defeating the Slavs. Turning the property looted by the Slavs into his own private property, it is precisely because of this that his troops have the most combat effectiveness and the most aggressiveness among the Gallic armies. This is a typical way of fighting the Northwest Wolf of the Normans. .

"Have you seen it? All the looted wealth should be gathered in this city in the end!" Figueroth's voice echoed across the battlefield. He turned around and pointed with his right hand at the city of Nagould, "That is the wealth of the entire northern Gaul!"

As he said these words, the eyes of the dozen Gallic generals standing behind him suddenly lit up,

"My lord, this time it's Nagould. Are we..." A Gallic general looked worried.

"What's wrong with Nagold?" Figueros smiled slightly. "You don't have to worry too much. In war, there are all kinds of losses. You can completely cover everything up with fire afterwards and take it down. The Slavs will completely lose their foundation, and the War in the North will basically end early. Faced with all those who have made great contributions, I believe that no one will pursue the specific whereabouts of those belongings by then!

"Yeah, who can care about this in the middle of a war!" The generals looked at each other. It's full of greed

"Then, do you choose to continue waiting for other troops to arrive and attack the city together, or do we do it ourselves!" Figueros stopped and asked suddenly. In just two months, he went from a small attendant to the commander-in-chief of an army of 50,000 people. In addition to his excellent command on the battlefield, he was also willing to give up all the spoils of war to his subordinates. Some people were not convinced that he was from the northwest. The general was also completely devoted to this young famous general at this time.

"Just give the order, my lord!" The Gallic generals raised their heads, grinning ferociously at the corners of their mouths, and their eyes were as red as beasts. This is the Slavic stronghold, and the wealth of the entire north is gathered here. No matter what, they have to fight for it. Once, otherwise, where can we find such a good opportunity until the end of the Northern War?

"In that case, I give an order! Attack the city! Take it!" Figueros glanced at the generals who were inspired by his confidence, drew out his sword with a clang, raised it high and shouted, "Everything remains the same, who has the best troops?" Whoever captures the city wall first will have the right to choose the richest area! "

"Advance!" As the order was issued, the Gallic army formation began to approach the city wall.

"Rumble" The sky flashed with muffled thunder, the shining electric light illuminated the faces of the Gallic soldiers, and the rain hit the armor and raised white water lines. This Gallic army is at its peak both in terms of morale and military spirit. At that moment, ten of the 50,000 Gallic vanguard troops lined up The phalanx was bathed in a white fog-like rain. The formations were tight and murderous. The countless towering spears were like a dense forest. The neat Gallic phalanx shields were like thick steel walls. Under this rain curtain The cold light of killing is revealed in it

"Is that the army named Figueros under the city?"

On the wall of Nagurd, an old-faced Slavic elder looked at the Gallic army approaching like a mountain below, with a trace of anger on his face, and the black robe on his body could not hide the deep hatred.

"Elder Fern is right, that butcher's army is under the city!" Beside this elder, a middle-aged Slavic general with a serious expression respectfully replied, "The other troops of the Gauls are all in our small group. Under the harassment of the troops and the heavy rain, the speed of the approach was suspended. With only this butcher's troops, we could not Although there was no way to stop him, he still rushed over arrogantly without any scruples. The day before yesterday, he broke through the two outer acropolis. Yesterday, even the Baka Acropolis in the southeast was also broken by him. More than 3,000 of our Slavic warriors were defeated by him. Kill them all. It is said that this butcher will definitely kill all of our people every time he breaks into the city, even the children and women!"

"The Normans in the northwest! They are all wolves who drink human blood! Among the enemies who fought against us, there were Normans! I didn't expect that now in northern Gaul, they are still Normans!" Slavic elder Fern's eyes flashed. He looked at the Silla who was in charge of the command General Fu asked, "Have all those things arrived? Those are things specially prepared for this northwest wolf. Since the other party really thinks that he is invincible, then we will use those terrible weapons of the Falcon Empire to kill him. For us Revenge for the tens of thousands of compatriots who died at his hands! "

"Yes, everything is ready, no problem!" Hearing this, the Slavic general's body was shaken, and he looked worried and replied, "This time, there are 4,000 fuel bombs obtained through a secret agreement with the Falcon Empire. Qianfa has been intensively transported to the city wall, but will the heavy rain today affect the effect? ​​'

"Although I don't know if it will have any impact, it is said that the Falcon Empire's fuel ammunition is a terrible thing that cannot be extinguished in heavy rain!" Elder Fern's old face raised his head and glanced at the heavy rain falling from above his head. A little worried,

At Northern Fort, 50 miles away from Nagould

"Get ready, the enemy is coming!"

Large areas of rain fell on the city walls. The muddy water trampled by the Slavic soldiers running back and forth splashed everywhere. On some watchtowers of the city wall, black barrels carefully placed in the corners could be faintly seen. The Slavic archers were giving orders to move towards the Gallic army formation below. Drawing the bow string and defending the city are not the Slavs' strengths, but this time they were forced to the last line of defense. The Slavic soldiers stationed in Nagurd had already raised their determination to fight on the city wall.

On the wall of a certain acropolis, the famous Gaul general Alder who climbed on the wall frowned slightly and looked at the hell-like scene in front of him.

The mutilated corpses of the two armies were stacked on top of each other at the crenellations of the city wall. They were washed slightly white by the heavy rain. The blood-stained crenellations looked particularly sad in the rain. The scattered stones of the city wall were covered with dents made by trebuchet bombs. Traces, among the flying white raindrops, there are less than a thousand Slavic remnants. Still resisting desperately in front of the Gallic army coming like a tide, this acropolis with only 3,000 defenders delayed the main army of Arde for six hours.

"Are all the Slavs crazy?"

Yalder held the bloody sword in his hand, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes. According to the previously designated plan, the 200,000 Gaulish army should be divided into four groups, forcing Naguld's acropolis troops to attack Naguld. shrink. Then the army surrounded Nagurd and completely annihilated the last fighting force of the Slavs. However, the situation in front of them showed that the Slavs' troops defending the city did not withdraw. Instead, it was a fight to the death against the Gallic army, which had an obviously superior strength!

Although they occupied the acropolis, Yarde's troops could only continue to advance after resting. At this moment, the situation on other routes was the same. On the four sides of the acropolis, nearly 10,000 Slavic warriors fought with flesh and blood. The body forcefully disrupted the encirclement of the Gallic army on all sides. Except for Figueros's army, which did not encounter any strong obstruction, and the troops reached the city of Naguld, the other Gallic armies more or less encountered the Slavic army when attacking the Acropolis. He resisted desperately and chose to stop and rest halfway.

"shooting"

On the walls of Naguld the Slavic horns sounded in the sky,

Archers were all over the city, and the crowd was filled with darkness. The people watching were terrified. Countless bow strings were loosened, bringing up arrows with flashing cold light, tearing apart the curtain of rain pouring down from the sky, and the high-rise buildings pressing towards the bottom from the top of the city. Lu army covered,

"Pap!" Countless long arrows flying like locusts shot into the bodies of the Gallic infantry accompanied by the heavy rain falling from the sky. The clusters of "玎珰" arrows struck the broad square shields of the Gallic infantry, making a crisp sound like raindrops. ,

"Go forward, charge forward!"

The phalanx of the Gallic army faced the arrows and leaned against the city wall, like a row of blue waves hitting the cliff. The city wall below was shot into a hedgehog full of white arrows, and the corpses of the Gallic soldiers were piled on top of each other. It formed an obvious horizontal line, pressing up toward the city wall like a wave.

"Shooting" followed a rapid sound of bowstrings at the top of the city. Thousands of white lines tore through the rain curtain again and hit. The "dinging, clanking" sound of the armor and the screams of arrows were mixed with the sound of raindrops. It was so miserable that some military formations in the front line had to stop. came down, but more of them were shadows advancing silently in the heavy rain, like steel beasts appearing in the rain curtain. No matter how many arrows were fired overhead, no matter how many companions fell on the way forward, they were still like an unstoppable steel shield wall. Come closer to the city wall,

"Pop!" From time to time, a Gallic infantryman holding a shield was hit by a stray arrow, and his body fell down and rolled in the quagmire at his feet. The Gallic soldiers who were close to the city wall immediately threw hooks and hit the inside of the wall of the city wall. The metal hook is in the shape of a triangular hook.

The curved hook bounced a burst of dust on the city wall and firmly hung on the solid battlements.

"Cut off these hooks!" The Slavs on the city wall raised their weapons and slashed at the ropes behind the hooks, but there were too many Gallic soldiers and they had already swooped up like a tide. The Gallic assault infantry in light armor carried a huge shield behind them and held sharp long swords in their mouths. They used bows and arrows to shoot triangular iron weapons with barbs from the base of the city below, and then moved quickly. Climbing up the ropes nailed to the battlements,

"kill!"

The Slavic infantrymen raised their spears and stabbed the heads of the Gallic soldiers climbing below. The Gallic infantry climbing below grabbed the opponent's spear and pulled it down. The scene of the battle between the two armies on the city wall was cruel and tragic, with spears and swords waving in the sky everywhere.

"go ahead!"

The morale of the Gallic soldiers was as high as a rainbow, but the blood of their compatriots was spraying. The soldiers who fell from the city walls were screaming, and there were dense spear points under the city. The terrifying edge of metal flashed in the white rain. The spearhead is like a forest. The phalanx is like a mountain! The heads below were swarming like a swarm of ants, and the scalp was numb when I saw them.

"Go forward and kill them all!"

The two sides fought fiercely and gnashed their teeth, blood flew everywhere, and screams continued everywhere. The infantry captains screamed at the top of their lungs on the city wall like a meat grinder. The fierce battle on the city wall entered its most brutal moment, and the Gallic assault infantry formed an assault force and surged onto the city road. They climbed up along the hook, and their armor collided with the city wall, making bursts of harsh metal sounds. The target of the assault infantry was Naguld's city gate.

After a series of battles with the Slavs, the Gauls had already discovered that although the Slavs had improved their equipment, they had no experience in defending the city.

The most important city gate. As long as the pressure is high, the Slavic general will immediately draw away the reserve team at the city gate, so he uses large forces to attack the city wall and assaults the city gate with elite light infantry. It has been tried and true every time, but this time, with the city gate As an assault target. The Gallic assault infantry, who was about to repeat the same trick, suddenly hit the iron plate.

Waiting for them at the city gate are the most famous northern warriors of the Slavs. These northern warriors are basically more than two meters tall, wearing heavy armor, and the weapons in their hands are also violent double-sided battle axes. They lined up in a thick queue along the east side of the city gate, numbering as many as 3,000. They were the most elite troops of the Slavs. Their appearance here was a complete coincidence. These elite troops lined up were originally used for assault outside the city. , but ended up unexpectedly encountering the Gallic assault infantry attacking the city gate area.

The Northland soldiers wearing heavy armor and the light-armored assault infantry pursuing lightness, the two are completely unequal, it is a suppressive massacre. The Northland soldiers are like killing machines rushing into the Gallic assault infantry group. inside,

"Crash!" The heavy double-sided battle ax slashed from the shield of the Gallic assault infantry. The powerful and heavy battle ax directly shattered the iron bars on the shield surface. With the broken shield surface, the Gauls behind Before he could react, the sharp ax struck into his body from top to bottom.

"Pfft" blood spurted out from the cracked body, and the colorful internal organs exploded like squeezed tomatoes. Amidst the sound of dense metal collisions, blood spurted out from the bodies of the Gallic soldiers who were chopped to death in pieces. , the Gallic light infantry suffered heavy losses and were The entire row of heavy infantry behind them was chopped down, and corpses were piled on the ground. The Northland infantry stepped over the fragmented corpses without hesitation, and drove the panic-stricken Gallic assault infantry together. After a burst of bloody and bloody chops, , blood stained the walls on both sides of the city gate.

"Sir, something is wrong! Could it be that the enemy has strengthened the defense of the city gate? Why did it take so long!" Outside the city, a Gallic general who had not seen the assault infantry open the city gate for a long time looked at Figueros with a strange expression. said

"Give the order, dispatch the death camp!" Figueros looked at the fierce battle on the city wall with bright eyes, and seemed to feel something. He raised his hand towards the dense forest in the distance, and the siege tower hidden in the forest was withdrawn. , behind this huge vehicle body covered with animal skins were followed by dozens of people. The heavily armored Gallic heavy infantry and a thousand heavy infantrymen wearing heavy armor and holding siege spears. In the hazy and pouring rain, these people were like ghosts suddenly flashing out of the black shadow, cold and cold. Ice raindrops fell on their armors, turning into white sprays.

"It's a death camp!"'

Seeing this troop, the faces of the Gallic soldiers in front changed slightly, and they all consciously moved out of the way. The faces of these heavily armored Gallic soldiers were gloomy, their eyes full of cruelty, and the heavy helmets and masks on their heads had all been lowered. Only at the eye position, a cross-shaped gap is exposed to see the road ahead clearly

They are not the kind of death camp that serves as cannon fodder, but the elites who are feared by the Slavs and called the killers in the dark. These people are all soldiers and were captured when the north fell. Most of them are different from the Slavs. Shared hatred,

In order to show that they are impure warriors, their armors are covered with shirts stained with blood. The background color of the shirts is pure white, but because they have killed too many people, it has turned into a dark red. They are like a Silent yet indomitable, the torrent of steel moved slowly under the military flag representing uncleanness,

The violent sound of tearing the air from the top of the city wall sounded overhead, and the powerful arrows cut through the rain curtain, leaving white water lines.

The soldiers of the Death Battalion behind the visors were not panicked at all, but the Slavic archers on the city wall were a little scared. The arrows shot from the city wall could only hit the outer armor in vain, and then bounced off with a crisp sound. Some of the arrows shot into the inner heavy armor would also be stuck by the chain mail inside.