Realm of Power

In the brightly lit military camp tent, in the firelight of the camp, you can clearly see the traces left by the fierce battle below the city. The grass and shrubs were flattened, leaving broken guns and broken arrows and black corpses everywhere, which were originally green. The bottom of the city wall was completely replaced by tragedy.

Yalde, the commander of the New North Army in Gaul, was sitting on the main seat. He narrowed his eyes at Figueros, who was being criticized by others. There was a trace of unknown emotion in his eyes. He raised his hand slightly and said in a deep voice, "Stop it all." Come on! The battle during the day was a mistake. When no one made a mistake, everyone gathered together to prepare for tomorrow's battle! "

"My lord, if this tragic defeat ends like this, I'm afraid the soldiers will not be able to fight with peace of mind tomorrow!" Nuya stood up straight in his position and said with a stubborn look on his face. "I also ask your lord to make a decision on punishment." , Figueros’ army is not eligible to participate in tomorrow’s siege!”

"What, why is our army not qualified to participate!" After hearing this, Figueros slammed his fist on the table angrily and said angrily, "We have always insisted on fighting to the death, isn't it just to defeat the Slavs? ? And our army has not failed. Now it has reached the final step. How can we deprive our army of the right to participate in the war? "

"Do you still need a reason? The defeated general who brought shame to our army! What qualifications do you have to be the person who enjoys the glory of conquering Naguld City?" Nuya's mouth curled up slightly with disdain. "And please don't forget, Feige The Ross Army is a controversial motley army that robs nobles and civilians in the occupied areas. Do you want such an army to become a joke in the history of the empire? "

"you!"

Figueros almost vomited blood after hearing this. He knew that many generals disliked him. His rapid rise had made many people regard him as a thorn in their side. In order to encourage his subordinates to fight bravely, Figueros's army also had a poor reputation in some areas. Okay, but there is no denying the outstanding contribution made by the Figueros army in defeating the Slavs.

"Isn't it? No matter how you say it. It's just the blood of northwest slaves. What qualifications does such a person have to become someone who will be recorded in the history of the empire!"

Nuya looked at the furious Figueros, curled up his lips with disdain, stretched out his hand, made a gesture of invitation to all the generals present, and said, "If you have any dissatisfaction with the punishment, then according to tradition, the decision will be made." Let’s leave the power to everyone here! Now everyone will decide by raising their hands whether the siege of Naguld requires the participation of the Figueros Army!”

"This is a good idea! Let's do it this way." A general from the Guards faction immediately nodded and said yes.

"Don't let the Figueros Army participate in the war? This is really..." More generals looked at each other. To be fair, the Figueros Army's combat effectiveness is indeed very strong. Sweeping all the way across the northern region, his reputation was extremely high, making up for the rise of this undefeated general. It was like the sun rising in a black night sky. Compared with other light sources that were just stars, it was really too dazzling! It would be an absolute lie to say that no one in the general was jealous.

"I don't agree with Figueros's army participating in the war!" A general from the local army faction hesitated. Stand up and express your opinion first,

"Berger, you!"

Figueros looked at the general in surprise. His eyes were wide open in disbelief, and his eye sockets were about to burst.

He did not expect that the first person to stab him in the back would be Berg of the 11th Regiment of the Northern Army. He clearly remembered that in an encounter just half a month ago, General Berg was besieged in a valley by the Slavs because of his rash advance. It was he who led his troops to rescue him from the Slavic encirclement. Berg, who was filled with gratitude at that time, vowed to express his immense gratitude to himself! He even made a request to the Legion Headquarters to transfer the 11th Regiment to Figueroes' command.

For this reason, the Northern Army Commander-in-Chief Yalde personally asked Figueros for his opinion. Because he knew that the 11th Regiment was a unit with extremely poor combat effectiveness and had a bad record of privately selling weapons and supplies, Figueros refused. With this proposal, everyone knows that among the local armies of the second-line troops, the Figueros Army can even compete with the first-line troops when it comes to weapons and equipment. If this worm who sells weapons and equipment privately sneaks in, who knows what will happen. What trouble is coming!

"Abandoning personal selfishness, I think Lord Figueroth's troops are indeed not suitable to participate in tomorrow's battle against Naguld!" Berg stood up straight in front of everyone's eyes and said fearlessly in Figueros. Under his gaze, his face did not show the slightest embarrassment. Instead, he looked quite righteous and said loudly and vigorously.

"Because Lord Figueros is not a Gaulish in my true sense! This is enough. The Battle of Nagould is related to the empire's final blow to the north. It is a major event destined to be recorded in the history of the Gallic Empire. Incident, if the Figueros Army joins the war, will you let such a supreme honor be taken away by a northwester? "

"this....."

The generals below were moved and began to commotion, whispering to each other. Even some generals who started to refute Berg hesitated and fell silent. To bring order to the chaos and save the kingdom from collapse is just the pinnacle of military glory. in this way! Berg's words can be said to have reached the hearts of the generals. Why are they fighting so desperately? Wealth and status are certainly desirable, but if compared with leaving a name through the ages, there is really no comparison. Think about it hundreds of years later, when future generations will mention the battle in the north that changed the situation, and mention that The names of famous generals were filled with admiration. No warrior could refuse such an honor.

"Yes, if that's the case...! I don't agree with the Figueros army participating in the war!" Another local army general said,

"I don't agree either!"

"We are all the heroes who restored the north. Why should the greatest honor be given to a northwester!" More and more generals opposed it. Soon, an almost unanimous voice occupied the military tent. Figueros fisted Standing there tightly, feeling lonely like drifting in the wind He looked at the faces of these colleagues with burning eyes, and his face turned pale. Among the colleagues who objected loudly, not all of them were from the Imperial Guard faction, but more of them were generals from the local army faction like themselves. Among them Many people have also received help from themselves

"The jealous face is really disgusting."

Figueros withdrew his gaze with inexplicable grief and anger, and raised his head. Blood flowed from the cracked eye sockets, as if tears of blood were shed

What saddens Figueros the most is not the jealousy of these colleagues, but the silence of the Northern Army Commander Yarde. This person whom he regards as his benefactor must have the same idea in his heart. He is a northwest man. How can he be qualified to seize the most dazzling crown of the Northern War!

At this moment, a young officer wearing the uniform of the Imperial Guard walked in from the door of the big tent, followed by four Imperial Guard soldiers. His eyes swept across the somewhat chaotic military tent, and his whole body seemed to be filled with a frightening chill. His appearance attracted the attention of everyone in the military tent, and the voices of arguments suddenly stopped.

The Guards officer stood up straight and said with an overwhelming pressure, his tone was cold, "Which one is Lord Arde!"

"I am Ard"

Alder unexpectedly stood up from the main seat, his eyebrows furrowed together. His current position is the commander-in-chief of the Northern Army. He also serves as the honorary commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards. Since the other party is also a Imperial Guard, why is he so presumptuous!

"Lord Yard, I am Spencer, the captain of the first team of the Guards Special Forces!" the Guards officer walked over. He stopped in front of Yald and gave a respectful military salute.

"Special Forces!"

Alder's face changed slightly. Since he was born in the Imperial Guard, he naturally knew the meaning of the special forces. It is His Majesty the Emperor's most loyal force. In addition to maintaining the Emperor's safety, its main responsibility is to monitor the movements within the Emperor's troops. Under normal circumstances, he would not show up directly, so this was also the first time for Yard to see the special forces!

"This is your Majesty's emergency order, please read it!"

The Guards officer glanced at Alder, stepped forward and took out a document sealed with red paint from his arms, saluted and handed it over respectfully.

Alder took the document with a strange expression, opened it carefully and took a look at it. The emperor's seal on it made his face look ugly. After reading it, he glanced in the direction of Figueros and said softly and hesitantly, "This way Is the decision a little too hasty, just because of that? After all..." A series of vague words appeared, and Spencer interrupted him with a stern expression. , some people must be supervised, please just hand them over to us!”

"Well, I hope I can be kind!"

Alder took a deep breath, knowing that facing the style of the special forces directly under His Majesty the Emperor, no matter how much he said, it would be in vain. He ordered Figueros, "Figueros, go with them! Don't think about it. There are too many. This is a collective investigation of all imperial people related to the northwest. I believe you will be fine! "

"Northwest? Northwest again!"

Figueros's body trembled slightly, and he clenched his fingers together. There was a heartbreaking pain in his palms, and a coldness like ice spread. He looked at the dim back of several guardsmen taking Figueros away. , the entire military tent fell into silence, "Start now, arrange tomorrow's attack battle!" Yarde's voice cheered up everyone's spirits,

There was a touch of joy and relief in the eyes of the generals. Now they are fine, and they no longer have to live in the shadow of this northwest man!

The next day, before the morning light shone across the sky, moist water vapor flowed like a white ribbon in the forest and mountains. The Gallic army densely packed outside the city of Nagould began to move, and the infantry groups began to assemble amidst the loud sound of horns. The war flag fluttering in the wind made a snapping sound in the wind, The huge siege equipment was pushed out. Under the giant siege equipment, there was a large squirming black line. It was the crowd of thousands of people. The Gallic army was one thousand meters in front of the wall of Nagould. The position stopped, and the astonishing number of soldiers was like a river that could drown everything.

"Prepare!"

Countless Slavic archers drew their bowstrings on the city of Nagurd, and the arrow clusters they raised towards the sky were like a dense galaxy flickering on the city wall.

The Gauls began to advance slowly. Five thousand Gallic Guards wearing heavy armor and holding Wu-shaped knight shields walked at the front of the entire group, and behind them were five Gaulish troops spread out on both sides. Regular infantry regiments, holding banners representing their respective squadrons, the queues are densely packed like a forest, with crowded heads and bright armor, like a large carpet with an end that cannot be seen clearly. The head cannot be seen to the left, and the head cannot be seen to the right. The end. As the red sun in the east gradually rises on the horizon. The Slavic general on the wall could finally see the formation on the opposite side clearly. Suddenly his face became extremely solemn,

An army of nearly 200,000 people spread over the mountains and plains, directly flooding the land in front of Naguld City. With shining silver battle armor and shiny reflective shields, huge square formations were lined up tightly and orderly one after another. , Thousands of boots stopped pressing across the grass-covered ground, and the original color of the ground was almost invisible. It seemed that only the sound of rhythmic wind blowing was left between the sky and the earth. It looked extremely depressing, reflected in the blood-red morning light behind them. The sun slowly rose behind the Gallic army. The men and horses were tired like dark clouds oppressing the sky. Once an attack was launched, the sky would inevitably collapse.

"Raise the flag of death and tell everyone that this is a battle. We have no way out!"

The Slavic general Monvac, who was holding the battlements, took a deep breath, looked away from the siege tower in front of the Gallic army, and shouted an order to the messenger behind him, such a big scene. Even for him, his heart was beating fiercely and uncontrollably, and there was a bit of trembling and luck in his voice. It was okay. I didn’t reveal my true trump card yesterday, otherwise it would be a disaster now

200,000 siege troops,

Almost equal to one-fifth of the population of the entire Slavic tribe. Such a boundless, huge sea-like enemy, if he hadn't still retained his trump card, he would have felt the opponent's strength from the bottom of his heart, and could not help but feel weak. In the end, he even lost the will to resist, but now Monvac But what I thought was, come on, come on, just a little more, and soon the Gauls will know how stupid it is to storm Nagould!

"It's the battle flag of the Slavic General Monvac!" Yalder, who was looking outside the city with a stern face, saw the triangular flag raised on the top of the watchtower. He recognized the mark represented on it and showed a faint smile on his lips. , he raised the gorgeous horsewhip with a golden pendant in his hand, pointed at Naguld in the distance, and said loudly to the generals behind him

"Did everyone see it? Nagurd is already close at hand. The enemy's commander is Monvac. He is known as the master of tactics and defense among the Slavs. He is a very difficult opponent. I once fought with him. He has encountered it before, but according to his ability, he may be able to deal with one to two times the strength of our troops, but he will definitely not be able to resist four times our strength. Therefore, our army will win this battle without any suspense. Everyone is ready to welcome the warriors. Are you ready for the highest honor? "

"Please give the order!"

The generals geared up with excitement and replied neatly. Behind them were the ranks of the Gallic infantry. On the left and right wings like the outstretched wings of a giant bird, there were countless Gallic flags flying in the wind. In this situation, In front of the army, anyone will be a hundred times more confident!

"Then start the attack! Take down Naguld before dark! Destroy the Slavs!" Yard pulled out his sword, raised it high, and shouted loudly

The messenger cavalry galloped all the way from the rear, shouting "Attack, attack! Destroy the Slavs!"

"Kaka" The heavy siege tower was pushed, and the infantry below raised their spears in unison. The queue slowly moved forward, and the long spear tips pointed upward, as if a field of spears suddenly appeared on the ground. Composed of woods, the Gallic Guardsmen clenched their combat shields and were at the forefront as the attacking vanguard. Their unique red jerseys made all soldiers feel awe.

On both sides of the siege tower were dense Gallic light infantry. These light infantry covered up from the sides, changed from jogging to running, then to galloping, and then advanced at a terrifying speed, just like the wind whistling from the plains. Passing between mountains and forests, weeds and leaves are flying everywhere. Powder-like broken leaves were blown up by the wind, and the world was desolate.

"Shoot!" With a shout, the Slavic archers on the city wall neatly loosened their bowstrings. Like the sound of a heavy rainstorm sweeping over them, the Gauls felt that the sky in front of them suddenly darkened, covering them like a large black cloud. The color the sky should be,

"Attention, raise your shield!" The Gallic Guards raised their shields skillfully, and the large arrow clusters fell like a heavy rain. The dark clouds instantly turned into a deadly metal flow, and the arrow clusters flying around made all the people behind the shields The Gauls felt that their whole scalp stood up, as if they were being passed through by countless locusts.

Some soldiers who were hit by random arrows, under such storm-like blows, their bodies in heavy infantry armor trembled unnaturally in the rain of arrows.

Bright red blood flowed from the armor that had been shot through, the shield fell to the ground, and the whole person turned into a monster full of arrows.

My knees went weak and I knelt on the ground and never got up again.

"keep going!"

The Gallic infantry captain kept his voice steady, and his military orders became more and more iron-clad. He lined up his shields in a row and raised the shields in his hands above his head.

The huge steel square array and the shield covering the earth reflect the dazzling sunlight, like a large bright strip of light,

The military formation rolled forward, and the heavy and steady footsteps made people feel fearless.

The first wave of vanguards, consisting of nearly 50,000 people, finally approached the walls of Naguld. As the heavy siege cranes fell heavily, they hit the battlements of Naguld's walls.

"Kill!" Almost in an instant, the surging crowd was like a torrent hitting the hard rock wall, and it turned into a splash of terrifying red between the two armies (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!