Realm of Power

The rain hit the blood-stained city wall, as if the sky was crying. This was the life-and-death battle of the Slavs. The bright red blood dyed the gray-white stone city wall red. Teams were pushed onto the city wall one by one. For this battle, the Slavs mobilized 70,000 troops.

Although they had an advantage in numbers, the Slav soldiers did not suppress the offensive of the Gaul army.

On the city wall full of corpses, inspired by the huge treasure, Figuros's Gallic army broke out with amazing fighting power. More than 10,000 Gauls who rushed onto the city wall actually fought a stalemate with the Slavs in the city. Two hours after the fierce battle broke out, Figuros issued an order to attack the Death Battalion.

This was a group of terrible warriors. Their heavy armor was not afraid of bows and arrows, and their eyes were as cold as ice. They advanced steadily in the rain of arrows, without fear or hesitation.

"Forward! The Death Battalion is going up, everyone press on!"

Seeing the Death Battalion moving out, the Gallic generals who were fighting fiercely were delighted, and at the same time drew their long swords and issued an order for the whole army to attack without hesitation. For the soldiers of the Death Battalion, the Gallic generals were not afraid that they would snatch the credit. The Death Battalion was also called the "Living Dead Battalion" by other troops. These soldiers of the Death Battalion wearing blood-red robes all participated in the battle with the determination to die. Even if they won, they would choose the right to execute the prisoners more than the power over the rich areas in the city.

As the fist force of the Figros Army, the Death Battalion, with its desperate defense and brutal combat breakthrough power, often becomes the most attractive force on the battlefield once it appears.

"Attention, the Death Battalion is coming!"

Sure enough, the rumored Death Battalion made the Slavic army on the wall of Nagurd panic. Looking at the Death Battalion below, which was unscathed by the arrows, the archers began to stir first. They pulled the bowstrings with all their strength and shot the arrows with all their strength.

As a result, the archers' eyes almost bulged out. The arrows they saw were bounced off the soldiers of the Death Battalion in vain, and countless arrows were inserted into the ground. The white arrow tails were like a white flower shaking in the morning breeze.

"Forward! Gaul will win!"

The Gallic Death Battalion held up their shields to protect the throat area that was most likely to be pierced. They completely ignored the arrows above their heads and slowly approached the gate of Nagurd steadily. Because they were wearing heavy armor, their speed was not fast, but every step was a pressure on the Slavs on the city wall.

In the middle of the Death Battalion, more than a dozen Death Battalion soldiers were pushing a huge siege hammer covered with fireproof leather. The siege hammer was three meters high. In the middle was a huge elm tree more than ten meters long, with iron-clad metal at the front.

The wooden wheels below made a creaking sound as they moved on the uneven ground, like a greedy giant beast, firmly stepping onto the suspension bridge outside the city gate, and the bridge surface made a creaking sound under the heavy load.

"Rockets, burn it with rockets!"

The Slavs on the city wall came to their senses at this moment. The archers hurriedly wrapped oil-soaked cloth strips on the arrows, asked their companions to light them with torches, and then regardless of the danger, half of their bodies were out of the battlement. Countless rockets were high above, shooting down as fast as meteors.

"Pop, pop, pop" arrows rained down. The tight fireproof hides deflected all the rockets.

"Damn it! How can we fight this?" A captain of the Slavic archers on the wall angrily threw his bow to the ground. The other archers were all frustrated. The huge siege hammer was like a giant turtle, which completely left the Slavic archers at a loss.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the huge siege hammer finally stopped at the city gate, and the huge siege hammer began to swing back and forth.

"Break it open!"

The four tall and strong soldiers of the Death Battalion looked at each other. The four men struggled to pull the iron-clad crossbeam in the middle to the highest point, and then, with the inertia of falling, they slammed the heavy metal hammer head heavily on the city gate of Nagurd with overwhelming pressure.

"Pop"

The city wall was shaking, and a huge sound resounded throughout the battlefield. It also shook the hearts of the soldiers on both sides and attracted everyone's attention.

"City... City gate!"

The Slavs' faces suddenly became ugly. Everyone saw that with just one blow, the iron sheet of the city gate was broken into pieces under the heavy impact, revealing the cracked city gate inside. Nagurd City is a well-known city in northern Gaul.

It has been more than 1,300 years since the city was built. It has been invaded by the wind and frost of the years and the wars over the years. The last repair was 210 years ago. The gate of Nagurd City has become very fragile. Moreover, the Slavs did not expect that the Gaul army would arrogantly want to break through the city gate directly.

"Are you all scared? After so many fights, you are still rigid and have not improved at all!"

Looking at After passing the Slavs who were in a mess on the city wall, Figuros's eyes finally fell on the city gate. He suddenly grinned and laughed confidently. The troops pressing in front were just for cover. Those in the Gaul army who had blood feuds with the Slavs were the blade troops of the Figuros army. Every time they attacked a city, they would press in with all their strength to contain the enemy, and then use the death squad as a sharp knife to cut through the enemy's least expected city gate.

The coordination of the various troops of the Figuros army was very skilled in this tactic. Everyone knew it well. They had used the city gate as a breakthrough point and had conquered many cities in this way. Every time, the Slavs were caught off guard. The Slavs did not seem to attach importance to the tradition of the city gate.

Seeing the death camp arriving at the city gate, the eyes of all the Gallic soldiers suddenly lit up. They knew that the balance of victory had tipped to their side. As long as the city gate could be opened, no one could stop the death camp. madman

"Push all the way, charge!"

With almost no need for mobilization, all the Gallic soldiers consciously began to move forward desperately, bursting into the sky with fighting spirit. The city wall of Nagould was like ants covered with candy, a mass of darkness, and the Gallic soldiers carried countless The arrows shot from above climbed up the city wall risking their lives, creating a bloody storm, like huge twisting attack lines, slapping on the city wall that the Slavs were holding on to.

"kill!"

The spears collided together intensively, making a harsh metal collision sound, and blood spattered everywhere. The spearmen from both sides fell in rows during the stabbing. Various sweeping heavy weapons hit each other in close combat, hitting their heads, and their brains were mixed with blood and exploded. open. The fragments of the skull flew everywhere, and the whole head was gone. It hit the body. Even if it was wearing armor, it was dented. Blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor like tomatoes. It was the reflection of pieces of metal, densely packed. The swords flashed with dazzling light in the dense battle line.

"Hold on! We have no retreat!"

The Slavic infantry captains loudly scolded the stained soldiers from behind and drove them back to the battlefield. The fighting line was fiercely fighting. The commanders of both sides were constantly dispatching troops to the center of the fierce battle. This was a desperate battle between the two ethnic groups.

The blood rolled in vain and formed a river. There are mountains of corpses on the city walls

On the city wall of Nagold, the middle-aged Slavic general who stood next to Elder Fern at first had a livid face. He did not expect that the Figueros army in front of him was so powerful in combat. He was obviously not as powerful as himself. The pressure was so great that our own troops, who had the advantage of defending the city wall, could not even breathe.

"What a pity, if it was a field battle. I might have been defeated, but this is not a wilderness, and I am not the incompetent person before!" The middle-aged general murmured in a low voice, with a stern look on his face as he glanced at the Gaul who was pounding on the city gate below. death camp

"As long as there is a stalemate, death battalions will be sent to break through the city gates to break the situation! It is consistent with the information sent back by the Falcon Empire! As a combatant, we have never noticed it. It is really speechless. !”

The middle-aged general looked at the stalemate battle situation and smiled bitterly.

His name is Monvac, he is a famous general among the Slavs who is good at defense, and has the title of Master of Defense.

He personally arranged the entire Naguld defense line. Since he is called a defense master, he naturally has unique attainments on the defense line.

But this time. The Slavic high-level officials decided to form an alliance with the Falcon Empire. As a measure to alleviate the pressure on the Slavs, the Falcon Empire provided some information about the Gallic army and combat methods, including how to deal with this man who was hated by all Slavs. of Figueros. According to the intelligence and combat plan provided by the Falcon Empire, in order to lure the most ferocious prey in the Gallic army, they even sacrificed four acropolis and 4,000 acropolis defenders to hold back the others. approaching troops,

After deliberately releasing the water, Figueros' army was indeed the first to arrive without even doubting it. With high fighting spirit and extremely arrogant attitude, they immediately launched a large-scale siege without even having to rest or build equipment. ,

"The stalemate melee soon made the Gallic commander become agitated. The opponent's tactical arrangements were indeed consistent with the Falcon Empire's suspicions." Monvac felt a little worried. This was not just Because the Falcon Empire’s combat plan was actually able to It is so accurate, but also because it means that the two sides have huge differences in reporting. The so-called combat habits are actually no secret. However, the Slavic intelligence network is mostly concerned about the mobilization of the opponent's troops for the Gallic army, but it is very difficult. Rarely have the habit of fighting in the research pile

The fact that the Falcon Empire can grasp it so clearly just proves that the intelligence network of the entire powerful empire fighting in western Gaul has also been paying close attention to the battle in the north. Please point out in the newspaper that the Figueros army has attacked several times. The city's habits are like this, so when targeting Naguld, you can also use these habits to arrange a counterattack. First, press with all your strength to create pressure, and then send light troops to raid the city gate. If it fails, send a death battalion to forcibly Open the city gate, and then use infantry groups to pour into the city.

According to the Falcon Empire, "This newly-rising famous general in Gaul seems to have a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder about the city gate! If he is not born with low self-esteem and wants to express himself, it is because he has suffered a heavy psychological blow, so he It’s a character flaw to always want the best way to show off your differences from ordinary people! Now that you know the nature of your prey, setting traps becomes easy!”

In the battle plan provided by the Falcon Empire, it was mentioned that "Figueros's habit is that in the middle of the battle, when the enemy feels great pressure, he will invest troops such as death battalions to determine the entire battle situation in one fell swoop. Likewise, your The enemy can first adopt defensive forces, but do not put the most elite troops into the battlefield in the early stages of the battle. Since the opponent is interested in the city gate, the commander's will has already shown that the city gate will be the main target of the enemy's most elite troops. , then arrange a counterattack with the city gate as the core."

After reviewing the wolf hunting plan provided by the Falcon Empire, although Monvac didn't quite believe it, he still arranged the most elite 3,000 Northland infantry that could be mobilized at the gate of Nagold. As expected, it was a success. Intercepted and killed the assault force of Figueros Army. And now, it's time to give the Figueros Army a counterattack.

"City gate! It really is a city gate!" Monwak looked at the siege hammers that hit the city gate heavily and the death camp behind it. He looked away. He still couldn't hide the shock in his mind. The person who designated this plan was simply It's like being on the battlefield in person. Such people are terrible!

He tilted his head and ordered to his subordinates behind him, "Get ready to fight!"

The messenger ran towards the city gate. After hearing the battle order, the three thousand Slavic Northland warriors lined up behind the city gate quickly stood up. They neatly held the Northland battle ax in their hands flat on their chests. At this time. I can already hear the crashing sound coming from outside the huge city gate, as if there is a huge bloodthirsty beast roaring outside the city gate,

The Northland warrior's breathing began to quicken, and his red eyes became bloodshot. Everyone's eyes were focused on the crumbling city gate. The tragic city road where the light infantry fought previously has been cleared. Everyone knows that the moment the city gate is breached, the death battalion of the Figueros army will rush into the last line of defense of the Slavs. This time , only by killing the death camp that Figueros relies on most can severely damage the morale of Figueros' army.

"Boom"

The heavy siege cone hit the city gate again. There was an ear-splitting vibration, and the fixed iron bars behind the city gate were overwhelmed and bent into a convex arc during the back and forth collision. It looked like it might break at any time.

When the seventeenth impact hit Naguld's city gate, the huge city gate was finally broken open like a fragile piece of paper. The iron bars behind the door flew out with a whistling sound, spinning in circles and hitting the side. On the city gate walkway. Dragging out a long scratch,

"Pop!" Countless lime chips exploded from the scratches, scattering like snowflakes.

"Come in!"

Accompanied by a cry that echoed across the battlefield. Like an avalanche across a mountain. Almost in an instant, countless Gallic heavy infantry, like a huge rolling dragon, forced their way into the crack of the broken door. The first thing they saw was the ax blade falling towards their faces like snow light.

"kill!"

The Northland soldiers who were waiting in formation behind the gate uniformly let out deafening shouts. The cold light of the battle axes was like a meteor flashing across the night sky under the sunlight, hitting the death camp soldiers at the city gate hard.

"Pa" was like a terrible storm being released in an instant. Before the soldiers of the death camp in the front row had time to react, they were chopped into pieces by countless axes. Almost at the same time, there was a loud bang everywhere in the city. The clicking sound of the spear being broken and the gun being broken was like hell when it was heard in the ears.

Behind the narrow city road, the corpses of the death battalion soldiers who broke into the city gate were strewn on the ground. The powerful and heavy battle ax happened to be the nemesis of the heavy infantry. No matter how thick the armor was, it could not stop the northern infantry from swinging and the landslides and cracks in the ground. Like a heavy ax chop,

"Pa" Even though they were wearing heavy armor, the soldiers of the death camp were still unavoidably hit by the fiercely chopped tomahawks. There was an extremely tragic sound of metal collision, and they collided with the people behind them, right there. In an instant, the Gallic death camp soldiers behind were pushed away like billiard balls.

"Come in and defeat them! Some officers of the death camp yelled at the top of their lungs amidst the fierce wind. The soldiers in front were a little stunned, but now they can only use this slogan to encourage morale.

"Asshole, there's an ambush!" Some soldiers also realized that something was wrong, but they were already at the front and could not get in or retreat. The people caught in the middle shouted angrily, "Asshole, idiot" with blood splattered on them. Shooting, the sound stopped suddenly. The sharp battle ax caused the red human blood of the soldiers in the death camp to sputter as if they were made of paper and mud. They fell down at the city gate.

"Long live, we broke through the city gate!"

The other Gallic troops were not aware of the tragic situation that the death camp had encountered. Instead, they gave out an overwhelming cheer. The troops who were attacking the city wall rushed towards the city gate, only to find that the death camp had been completely defeated.

"Asshole, what on earth is going on!"

The Guards led by a Gallic general happened to bump into the red tomahawk of the Northland heavy infantry. He stared dumbfounded at the Northland infantry rushing over in front of him. They fell on their backs and became dead souls under the tomahawk. Their morale was... The rainbow-like formation of the northern infantry was like an unstoppable arrow cluster, slamming into the Gaulish army outside the city from the city gate.

The fierce collision of steel, the sound of slashing, screams and howls, the screams of death, and the blood-curdling screams of the injured,

Like a sharp spike slamming into the soft flesh, the huge impact of the Northland soldiers immediately plowed a bloody path through the surrounding Gallic army, instantly trampling the already uneven Gallic army. break,

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

"Go forward and penetrate them!"

Combat skills and strategies are completely unimportant at this moment. When we meet on a narrow road, only the fearlessness and bloody courage of the warriors, and only by constantly moving forward, can we maximize the advantages of the Northland Infantry Tomahawk, powerful chopping, and never-ending Onward, forward!