Realm of Power

The Figueros army was nearly collapsed at the city gate by the Slavic Northland warriors. The cold light of flying battle axes brought up streaks of blood-stained red. The narrow city gate was filled with corpses of Gallic soldiers.

"Push forward, don't retreat!"

The Gallic generals loudly scolded the defeated soldiers from behind. In their eyes, the city gate of Naguld had been opened. As long as they withstood the crazy Slavic attack, they could rush into the city gate, but soon They soon discovered that the situation was completely different. The Slavic northern warriors who broke out in a life-and-death battle were so fierce that even though they had been stabbed through by Gaul spears, they still had to rush forward and chop off the tomahawks even if they were half-dead. ,

The injured people were rolling on the ground like wild beasts, jumping up to bite each other's throats. Although the Figueros army was brave, when the entire death camp was wiped out, they were beaten hard by the Slavs this time. Being defeated step by step in chaos,

The spear was cut off, the horse fell, the military flag swayed, the ax cracked the helmet, and hit the head violently. The bright red blood mixed with yellow and white brains splashed onto the faces of the compatriots behind them,

"Sir, the death camp has collapsed! The enemy's counterattack is too fierce, please order to temporarily stop the attack!" A Gallic general returned from the front line covered in blood, jumped off the horse in front of Figueros's horse, begged loudly

'Retreat?' Figueros looked solemnly at the city gate where the fierce battle broke out, his fingers tightly holding the reins of the war horse. From his position, he saw mountains of corpses at the city gate, and the two armies were intertwined like rolling dragons. This was a deadly battle, and the momentum of our own army was suppressed to the point of collapse. The attack line composed of three thousand Northland ax soldiers was slowly moving forward like a life-devouring blood line. The Gallic soldiers who met head-on were knocked over one after another by the impact. Even fighting desperately could not stop the advancement of the Northlanders.

Blood flowed along the entrance of the city gate, and the body was pushed down by the crowd of people into the moat, which was already dyed red.

The chaotic and unfavorable battle situation only made Figueros hesitate for a moment on horseback, and then said decisively, "Have you ever seen a general who ordered a stop to the battle after the city gate was breached? The other side took the initiative to open the gate. Could it be that we Don't you dare to go in? Figueros raised his riding crop to interrupt him and said sternly, ""

"But...but my lord..." The Gallic general hesitated and wanted to continue.

"Don't talk about retreat. Our army has never been defeated since its northward march. I believe that the soldiers also upheld the same idea of ​​victory, and they walked step by step to the gate of Naguld. Undefeated, that is The soul of our army lies. Are you going to throw away what everyone has been protecting so carefully because of a small setback?

Figueros stopped his voice and revealed a sinister smile. "Don't forget, our army has lost its most elite death camp. Why didn't the Slavs throw their most elite troops into our siege? How could such an opportunity happen?" can be missed,

"Surround this army immediately. The gate of Naguld is ours! The countless treasures inside are also ours! Not only can we not withdraw now, but we must order all the armies to eat this Slav army regardless of losses. force!"

"Yes, I understand!"

The Gallic general's face became excited when he heard this. He took a deep breath, got on his horse, and was about to return to the battlefield, at this moment. A scout cavalry came to report, "Sir, Lord Nuya's fifth army has arrived in the north!"

"Nua's Fifth Army! That guy is as fast as me!"

Hear the scout's report. Figueros was surprised for a moment. Following the north direction mentioned by the scout, in the mist and rain, he faintly saw a long black line rising from behind the mound in the north. The flags fluttering in the wind were over the forest. Flying red cloud ribbons,

Nuya is the commander of the Fifth Army of the New Northern Army in Gaul. He was born in the Kyoto Guards. Although he and Figueros are both capable generals under Yarde, Nuya's character is arrogant and complacent. With his background, he simply looked down on Figueros, who was born as a minor attendant.

In many public occasions, Nuya made things difficult for Figueros, mocking him for his humble background, not being a nobleman, and being illiterate, and coming from an area that was an enemy of the empire. In fact, everyone could see that Nuya was jealous of Figueros. The dazzling aura of this northern number one general

On the mound to the north, with the rain hitting the shiny silver cross-shaped helmet, a young Gallic general about thirty years old was looking at the fierce battlefield below with cold eyes. Next to him, a tall figure The strong man with a pair of silver wings on his shoulders grinned. He said with some disdain, "My lord, it looks like the battle flag of the Figueros army! I didn't know that this despicable guy had taken a method and actually broke through the Slavs' entanglement and reached Naguld before us!" And it seems that the location of the city gate is the center of the battle."

"Sir, do we need to attack?" The strong man looked at the battlefield and then at the Gallic general

"Attack? Do you want to give the glory of capturing the Slavic stronghold Nagurd to that untouchable man easily?" The young Gallic general snorted dissatisfied and looked away. He was the New Fifth Army of the North. Commander Nuya,

Raising his hand and waving to the troops behind him, he sneered and said, "People who are born like mice always have the ability to dig holes in the ground!" Even if it is the first unit to reach the target, it is nothing special! But this is also a good opportunity, order our cavalry troops to prepare! "

"What do you mean, sir?" The strong man's eyes flickered.

"Haha, of course, just wait and see what happens!" Nuya smiled coldly.

"Judging from the battle situation, that guy was very unlucky to be dragged into the fierce battle in the city gate area. We just used him to consume the defenders of Naguld City. If he really defeated the Slavs, we would take advantage of it. Lead the cavalry group to rush down. Anyway, the first The honor of entering the Slavic base camp of Naguld must belong to our Gallic Guards! In other cases, we just have to watch here. Isn't he known as the first general in the north? Show the false face of this number one general in the north!

"Line up!" As the order was issued, approximately thousands of Gallic cavalry were gathering at the location of the Fifth Army of the Northern Army of Gaul.

"What do these guys from the Fifth Army want to do!"

In the direction occupied by Figueros, the Gallic general looked at the cavalry troops lining up in the north, clenched his fists, and his face suddenly became angry. Not only did the other party have no intention of helping. Instead, the idea of ​​waiting for an opportunity to pick up a bargain is too obvious.

The relationship between Nuya and Figueros of the Fifth Army was very bad, and the relationship between the generals under the two armies was equally bad.

Most of the generals of Figueros's line were from the local army. They were deployed to Figueros's command during the large-scale counterattack in the north. They were originally used as a miscellaneous army in the army, but because Figueros's performance was too outstanding, a series of The victory forced the Gallic side to make an exception and promote them to front-line combat troops, while Nuya's troops were mostly Gallic Guards. It can be seen from its ability to possess thousands of elite cavalry that its weapons and equipment are far superior to Figueros's troops.

This is what makes Nuya feel unfair, "Why do all the good things go to this guy!" In that game-changing battle, 20,000 Gallic Guardsmen fought desperately, and as a result, after the war, they marched north to sweep up. But it was Figueros, who was a minor attendant, who stole the show. Because he was a miscellaneous unit, the Slavic army did not pay attention to Figueros at first. The main opponent of the Slavic army was the Gallic Guards.

Among them, the Fifth Army was one of the targets that received key responses and suffered several bloody battles. The Fifth Army struggled to advance northward. The most elite northern warriors of the Slavs caused serious battle losses to the soldiers of the Fifth Army. For the Gallic Guards faction, which was in a bitter battle. The rise of Figueroth's faction is simply a mockery of himself. A group of miscellaneous troops whose weapons and morale are inferior to his own have hardly experienced a decent bloody battle. He recovered a large area and became a hero talked about by the people.

But people like me, who have truly fought bloody battles, don’t get the respect they deserve. No one can stand this kind of thing!

"Sir, there is a problem with the Fifth Army!" the Gallic general reminded in a low voice from the side.

"I'm not blind yet! I can see!"

Figueros raised his head and looked not at the city gate where the battle was fiercest, but at Nuya's fifth army. His face was gloomy, and blood beads had been bitten on his pale lips. This was a difficult choice. Should we give up the undefeated glory we uphold, or make wedding clothes for others?

After hesitating for a few minutes, he suddenly reined in his horse and ordered, "Withdraw the troops. The whole army will retreat five miles to the camp."

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The trumpet representing the withdrawal echoed lowly in the sky of Naguld, and Figueros's troops began to retreat backwards.

The place where a fierce battle once took place turned into a bloody hell-like color, with mountains of corpses piled up. In just over 2 hours of bloody and brutal fighting, the Figueros army paid a heavy price with more than 6,000 casualties. The most elite death camp was wiped out, and their morale was severely damaged. They accepted the first real battle. Failure, this kind of pain, is like a piece of meat being dug out of Figueros's body. The Slavs' losses were about 2,000 people. Seeing that the most ferocious Figueros army was also repulsed by them, there was a burst of joy from the city wall. cheers

The cheers of the Slavs came through the rain. Nuya, who was in the north outside the city, curled his lips in disdain and said softly to the strong man next to him, "Ryan, do you see? This is the true face of the number one general in the north. One day I will expose this coward’s true face in front of everyone!”

On the city wall of Nagold, the Slavic general who was commanding the battle also showed a trace of regret on his face. He looked at the Figueros army slowly retreating and hit the battlements with his hands heavily. "What a pity, it's just that little! If Figueros army The Ross army continues to gather heavy troops towards the city gate, and what will be met by the Figueros army will be fierce fuel projectiles! Even if it cannot kill the butcher, it will be enough to burn most of these enemies whose hands are stained with Slavic blood! "

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the heavy rain stopped, and the main force of the Gallic army appeared in all directions of Nagould.

Both armies also lit bonfires at night. Thousands of fires appeared on the plains and mountains. The scene was very spectacular. In the headquarters of the Northern Army of Gaul, a military meeting was going on. While the army was working all night, When it was time to prepare siege equipment, the Gallic generals reviewing their tactics for the northern march, the bonfire in the brazier scattered countless sparks in the night wind, like a series of red stars,

The Gallic army gathered under the city of Naguld this time had 7 armies and 230,000 people. However, the Slavs only gathered 70,000 people on Naguld. The ratio was three to one. With such a With strong military strength, the Gallic generals were quite confident in winning.

In the meeting before the general attack, they talked to each other in a relaxed manner, or whispered to each other. Some were looking around, some were discussing the post-war distribution with great excitement, and when they talked about happy things, they laughed undisguisedly.

"I don't know why, there is always an uneasy feeling!"

The commander of the Gaul Northern Army, Yarde, was sitting on the main seat, looking at the various expressions of his subordinates. He frowned a little unhappily. Although there were 230,000 troops, these troops were not as stable as they looked from the outside. Among the 230,000 troops, there were 70,000 front-line combat troops, 110,000 second-line troops, and the other 50,000 troops were troops that had been expanded recently in the north. On the other hand, the Slavic troops on the Nagurd side changed the previous tactics of all people as soldiers. This time, the 70,000 Slavic troops were all tribal warriors with excellent combat effectiveness, and unlike before, some of them were made up of old people. Women were used to fill the gaps, and there was no discipline at all during the battle.

The Slavic warriors guarding the Acropolis refused to retreat until their death, which showed that 70,000 elite soldiers who were determined to die defended Nagurd. It would be a tragic and difficult battle! But the real hardship would be after the occupation of Nagurd! "

Yard thought so subconsciously, with a bitter smile on his face. He had just received an order from the Gaul Military Affairs Department. In view of the frequent troop movements of the Falcon Empire in the west, the Military Affairs Department required Yarde's New Northern Army to immediately march eastward after capturing the Slavic base camp Nagurd to resist the heavy troops of the Falcon Empire on the western front of the empire, which could launch a large-scale attack at any time. Thinking of this, Yarde felt a headache. The order of the Military Affairs Department was simply a joke!

The New Northern Army fighting the Slavs and fighting the Falcon Empire are completely different things.

The New Northern Army of more than 200,000 people, because many of the troops were temporarily recruited and volunteer troops from all over the country, their weapons and equipment could not keep up. Many soldiers did not even have the most basic armor. The dozen or so troops originally established in the north of the empire The arsenal had long been emptied by the Slavs.

With the mobilization capacity of Kyoto alone, even if it was fully mobilized, the clanging of hammers continued all night. In just two months, Kyoto's supply was a total of more than 40,000 sets of infantry equipment. It had to replenish the new corps established on the Western Front and take into account the rapidly expanding northern corps. The result was that neither side was taken into consideration. Bringing such troops to fight against the Falcon Empire armed to the teeth was not a matter of seeking death! Yarde couldn't imagine what consequences this order would bring once it was really announced to the generals in front of him.

At the meeting, a general loudly mentioned the defeat under the city of Nagurd during the day, and laughed and said, "The situation was really embarrassing at the time. The city gate was clearly destroyed, but it was blocked outside the city! Figros, who was known as the undefeated, turned out to be so unbearable! What a pity! I heard that the wealth of the entire north was gathered in this city by the Slavs! "

Hearing this, the big tent that was full of discussions unexpectedly quieted down. Money can move people's hearts. When everyone was discussing in a low voice just now, they mentioned the question of what to do with the wealth looted by the Slavs.

"It's just a pause in the attack, how can it be called a failure!"

Figros sat in a corner and looked at the opposite side angrily. Needless to say, it was his mortal enemy Nua. He frowned and said, "Our army was able to fight the enemy to the death with simple equipment. Soldiers were bleeding. I wonder what someone with the most elite troops was doing at that time? Since you saw the stalemate between the two armies, you would not stand by and watch!"

"You... . . . . . . "Nua was speechless and blushed. It was unclear whether he was anxious or angry. Figuros did not name him. But everyone knew who he was talking about. Everyone's eyes turned to Nua. Although they knew that there was a big gap between the two, such behavior was always despicable. The generals were all passionate warriors. What they despised most was the despicable guy who stabbed his companions in the back.

"Why are you looking at me! I have ordered the cavalry to prepare reinforcements!" Nua said loudly with an angry face"

"Nonsense, your cavalry just watched coldly from the side. From beginning to end, I didn't see a horse's hoof step into the battlefield!" Figuros stood up from the opposite seat suddenly, his body trembling slightly. He was not a good debater. Thinking of the anger of failing in the daytime, his angry eyes were bloodshot.

Nua smiled coldly, "A guy who claims to be undefeated can't even withstand a little counterattack, and directly ordered a retreat, causing thousands of brave soldiers of the empire to die in vain. ! He didn't realize his own mistakes but tried to put the blame on others. Undefeated general, bah! Shame on him. Such an imperial general is the shame of the empire. Someone must be held responsible for the defeat during the day! "

"Yes, the war has not yet begun, but such a shameful incident has occurred first. If it is not investigated strictly, it will have a heavy impact on the morale of the army. How can we let the soldiers fight to the death... "A Gallic legion commander who has a good relationship with Nua shook his head with a look of disdain (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!