Realm of Power

The Northland warrior Oulu is like a never-ending killing machine! The battle ax weighing dozens of kilograms in his hand looked like the bloody afterimage of death among the Gallic soldiers on the opposite side. His whole body was dyed red with blood and meat residue. More than a dozen corpses were piled at his feet. Under the impact of the Gauls, He stubbornly stopped a small group of Gauls,

These northern warriors were wearing heavy armor. The heavy armor was like a mobile killing machine. They carried huge shields behind them. In addition to the battle axes, they were also equipped with three to four small hatchets. They wore helmets. On the face, you can vaguely see the cyan tattoos, and the shield on the back makes the They have no worries, like a layer of tortoise shells, ugly, but very practical and well-trained. They are a group of fifteen people. The sides and rear are protected by shields. The three-meter long-handled giant ax in the front is like A pair of huge guillotines that can easily split any enemy blocking the way.

The enemy's cries before death and the crisp sound of tomahawks splitting bones were the most beautiful sounds in his ears. When it comes to close combat,

The Gallic Guards were defeated by these Slavic Northland warriors. The giant axes in the hands of these tall and strong Northland Slavs were a nightmare for any melee soldier. Blood rain poured down, and a Gallic Guardsman retreated hastily. The captain of the Guards infantry was split in two from head to toe. The half-drawn corpse was thrown into the air by the dancing battle axe. The bright red internal organs and blood fell like rain. A cold light flew out from the hands of the Northland warrior Oulu at the same time. The rotating flying ax lifted a Gaulish archer who was unfurling his bow and arrow from the city. The first time he chopped down the city wall, his accuracy and power made the other Gallic soldiers on the opposite side turn pale with fear and retreat a few meters away.

"Sir, the enemy's resistance is very tenacious. The first echelon is blocked! Please send additional reinforcements immediately!" A Gallic general who returned from the battle line knelt in front of Yarde in an embarrassing state with blood stains on his body.

Under the fierce battle of Naguld City, the huge siege tower was hit by rockets and burst into flames. Black smoke billowed straight into the sky, and every battlement was fiercely fought. There was almost no warm-up. The battle between the two sides directly entered a white-hot battle. Under the pressure of countless arrow clusters flying from both sides of the city wall, the Gallic infantry struggled forward, but They were repulsed by the elite troops of the Slavs. The fierce battle at the entrance to the city was crowded with people, and the fighting shook the sky. Small black dots can be seen swarming down from the city wall, falling with shrill screams. The Gallic troops who were the first to rush onto the city wall, under the strong suppression of the Slavic army, started like waves hitting the rock wall. There are signs of dissipation,

"The general attack is ready for action!"

The head of the Gallic Northern Army, Yarde, withdrew his gaze, felt the mountain wind blowing on his face, and sternly ordered to the generals behind him, "Send the order, the whole army advances!" The order was given to the cavalry in front of a huge army formation composed of hundreds of soldiers. Speeding by. Horse hooves flew, and the voice conveying the order made the soldiers' blood boil. "Forward! General attack."

The flag bearer standing at the front of the queue neatly pulled out the squadron's flag from the ground and walked fearlessly with firm steps. Heading towards Nagould in the fierce battle, the eyes of the Gallic soldiers were filled with a sacred feeling. This was the last battle in the north! , everyone firmly believes. Victory will surely belong to Gaul!

One squadron, two squadrons... Countless squadron flags were pulled up, and the entire army began to move. There are queues all over the mountains and plains, countless cold spear points raised high, the battle lines are winding and turbulent like long snakes, and the footsteps trampling in the wet mud are like walking in the hearts of the Slavic army.

The Gallic army was full of fighting spirit, and countless military flags began to surround Nagould with the sound of fluttering in the wind. In an instant, they flooded the earth like a sea tide.

"Sir, the main force of the opponent is coming!" Although he had been mentally prepared, when the main force of the Gauls' 100,000-strong army began to roll forward unstoppably like thunder, Monvac, the leader of the Slavic army who was in the midst of a fierce battle, , I still trembled in my heart. The spectacular sight of enemies coming in like a wave made Monvac, who had been through battle for a long time, feel a little scared.

The Slavs who were fighting fiercely on the city wall also felt the tremendous pressure. Everyone held their breath. This time, the Gaulish shooters were at the forefront. At a position of 200 meters, 30,000 Gaulish shooters began to raise their weapons. Lifting the handle of the bow, pulling out the string, and moving forward steadily, after 100 meters, arrow clusters began to flash from below like dense meteors, tearing open sections of blood on the Slavic defense line.

"Everyone, hold still! The enemy will be coming soon!"

A Slavic infantry captain holding a heavy shield squatted half-crouching. Skillfully hiding behind the shield, loudly encouraging the morale of his men, arrow clusters jingled on his infantry shield, or directly inserted into the gap between the battlements in front of him, a young soldier beside him. Because the shield was slightly raised at a higher angle, an arrow cluster fell from a strange angle, deeply piercing the scales on his knees. The soldier squatted down in pain, and several arrow clusters were on the ground. When he bent down, he shot it through his weak armored back, and the bloody arrow penetrated the infantryman's chest. The soldier didn't even have the chance to grunt. The hedgehog was quickly pricked by countless falling arrows and turned into a bloody hedgehog. He fell straight in front of the stunned infantry captain. The infantry captain subconsciously turned his head away and wiped away the splatter on his face with an ugly expression. blood,

"Shoot!" The Slavic archers began to fight back. The flying arrow clusters kept shuttling between the two sides. Arcs of death streaked across the sky like locusts and shot into the bodies of the soldiers on both sides.

"Go forward and take Nagold!"

Amidst the deafening shouts, the main force of Gaul came into contact with the city wall of Nagould. With an absolutely superior force, the infantry set up human ladders under the city wall. Countless spears were thrust forward at the same time, and there was a roar in front of the formation. The miserable wails and blood splattered suddenly exploded on the fortress walls like red flowers flying in the night.

"kill"

The two sides held various close combat heavy infantry, and they clashed with each other. The weapons they wielded fiercely dented the armor of the enemy on the opposite side. Even if they were wearing heavy armor, it was difficult to avoid it in such a fierce conflict. Death in the chaos, the number of the Gallic army is reflected at this moment, the fierce collision of steel, the sound of slashing, screams and howls, the screams of death, and the blood-curdling screams of the injured. The shouts of soldiers on both sides and the clanging of swords and armor were mixed together. The two sides combined nearly 300,000 troops to fight to the death. The terrifying attacks with spears and swords were as dense as raindrops.

In the face of such a brutal collision of forces, the strength of flesh and blood is simply a joke. Even those northern warriors wearing heavy armor were stabbed through by the spears of the Gallic soldiers, and the dying people let out screams one after another.

The messengers ran back and forth, bringing bad news one after another. Monvac, the commander-in-chief of the Slavic Army, became more and more solemn. After three hours of fierce fighting, he gave the order for the Slavic Army to abandon the outer city. It was too much. Although the Slavic army was elite, the second-line troops that attacked first consumed a lot of combat power.

Even though the Gallic soldiers in front were defeated, countless Gallic soldiers came up and slashed hard, causing heavy casualties to the Gauls. But the number of the most elite northern warriors of the Slavs is also rapidly decreasing, slashing with swords, axes, and flying arrows. Every minute and every second, a large number of soldiers from both armies fell down on the city wall like a strangulation line. It was obvious that the Gauls were using their numerical advantage to kill the impact of the northern soldiers.

"Sir, the outer city wall has been taken down!" The news came, and finally a smile appeared on Yard's serious face. Without the advantage of the city wall, the Slavs have lost their last resort. The overall situation has been decided, and now it is just the finishing work.

"Rumble"

A deafening sound suddenly came, and Yalder, who had just turned around, was shaken. He quickly turned his head and saw a burst of thick black smoke exploding from the wall of Naguld that he had just occupied. Near the black smoke Within the range, the object flew up in the firelight. It was a sentry tower on the city wall, violently The flames shot out from the sentry tower as if they were squeezed, and countless black dots were thrown up. Some flew high into the sky, and then fell in irregular curves under the gaze of everyone, and some It was ignited, and after landing it let out a shrill scream, along with broken spears and countless scattered rocks.

"What is going on?" Yalder was completely stunned. Before he could react, a series of explosions and flames that were almost beyond his imagination boiled over the city wall. Black smoke billowed, and the continuous explosions almost destroyed half of the city wall. Several holes were blown out of the top of the city wall. Notch, bursts of red and black wolf smoke enveloped the sight ahead. In the diffuse smoke, the fire caused by the explosion seemed to be more dazzling than the sun just now. Every red-light explosion seemed to cause the earth to shake continuously. The explosion seemed like the earth was shaking.

"Oh my God, help me!" The Gallic soldiers were like a row of thatch lifted up by the strong wind. They were thrown into the air without any weight, and then fell down. The entire row of soldiers was pushed by the heat wave and fire. They had just occupied the city wall. The Gallic troops suddenly fell into chaos and fire, a sea of ​​death intertwined with blood and fire.

The soldiers were stunned by the bombing and ran in all directions, but there were too many people, and they were crowded together at once. The sudden explosion was so fierce that it directly and simply harvested countless lives, and the hot air waves rolled up like The Gauls who were throwing flies indiscriminately were knocked down in large numbers,

The city wall where the fire spread was like a giant dragon raging. Someone with flames jumped down from the height of the city wall like a burning coal, and was smashed into a pulp at the bottom of the city wall. The flames followed the burning falling objects from the heights. fell, and immediately burned beneath the city wall,

More Gallic soldiers under the city were already caught in the flames before they even understood what was happening. The frightened running around, in their eyes, was like countless meteors with high temperature and flames smashing down from the heights of the city wall. Some soldiers were killed, some soldiers were set on fire, and their companions who were running in panic with fire were rampaging. Trying to extinguish the flames on his body, the chaotic scene below the city made the messy Yarde no longer able to remain calm in the wind. His eyes were about to bulge. He shouted with a look of embarrassment and ordered "Evacuate" and ordered everyone to stay away from the city wall! "

The explosion area was on the city wall, and the flickering fire burned his retinas. The approximately 50,000 people on the city wall were completely destroyed. There were more troops below the city wall. If panic spread, no one dared to say what would happen. What happened? It exploded from the city wall. Countless fire points rolled up by the explosion hit the city walls, and the troops below the impact unconsciously moved back away from the city wall area. The hundreds of originally solemn formations now became a little scattered, as if they had been hit hard with a sap. Especially in the areas that were hit. The formation was completely chaotic, and the soldiers were running around in the fire, completely ignoring the officers' orders.

"It's the Falcon Empire's fuel bomb!"

Ard seemed to have thought of something on his pale face. He had never fought against the Falcon Empire, but that didn't mean he didn't know about this terrible weapon that killed countless soldiers of his country. The firelight shone on his face, which was filled with an expression of disbelief. Why,! Why did the Falcon Empire's fuel bombs appear in Slavic Naguld!

At this moment, the city gate of Nagould suddenly opened from the inside, and countless soldiers wearing black armor rushed from the city into the chaotic Gallic legion below.

"Hold it, kill anyone who retreats without authorization!" A Gallic general shouted with bloodshot eyes. A group of soldiers under his command were knocked over in an instant, and the black-armored infantry on the opposite side moved forward like a machine without any stagnation. Draw the gun. Then he pulled out the spear from the opponent's body and took out the gun again. The Gallic soldiers fell over in rows. The black soldiers on the opposite side pressed hard quickly, holding uniform heavy spears in their hands, like a sharp sword. The horses of the Gallic Legion rushed in, and a bewildered Gallic squadron was directly overwhelmed. The other Gallic soldiers were completely frightened by the sudden situation in front of them.

"Quick. Fight reflexively!"

"There is an ambush, evacuate immediately!" Various command orders left the Gallic troops under the city at a loss as to what to do. They heard the miserable screams of being stabbed to death by countless bayonet rifles from the flanks. The shouts of the officers seemed so pale and feeble. The Gallic troops were already in a mess and could not see clearly what was going on ahead.

They can only rely on instinct and intuition to fight in the chaos. When he raised his head, his eyes were filled with the cold light brought by the enemy's spear, which was boundless. Rolling over like a tide, the black armor seemed to prove the hypothesis about the Falcon Army. The cold and blood-red eyes of these incoming enemies were like a group of lone wolves appearing in the cold rain. They skillfully hid behind thick shields and used sharp spears in their hands. A row of gun arrays was erected. Like a wall of steel, with bloodthirsty madness, it pushed away all the flesh and blood in front of it. One accident, then another, Alder's face completely changed. The number of Falcon troops rushing out of the city turned out to be more than 10,000. The battle array advanced smoothly and orderly, and the guns bursting with cold light were as thick as mountains. Giving people endless pressure, like a collapsing mountain pressing down on their own army

"Oh my god, it's the Falcon Army!"

At this time, the turning point of the Battle of Nagould appeared. In the chaos, among the Gallic army, which could no longer be distinguished, someone shouted something at this time. The Gaul army, which had not yet got rid of the panic and chaos, The troops exploded immediately, and even the famous Gallic general Yarde was a little confused. Could it really be the Falcon Army!

"Sir, the 11th and 13th regiments on the flank have collapsed. Lord Brandt died in the battle. Lord Nuya is missing. The flank is in complete chaos. Please evacuate immediately." A man covered in blood and lost his soul The Gallic general ran over rolling and crawling,

"Are we going to give up like this?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Yard's eyes. In the direction of Nagold, severed limbs and remains were everywhere, bright red blood seeping into the soil, rings of fire burning on the city walls, piles of corpses, broken spears and broken spears everywhere. Heavy swords, corpses pile up like mountains, and black enemies are coming here like a tide.

"Sir, if you don't leave, it will be too late!"

The words of the Gallic general brought him back from his trance. The war was extremely cruel, and the generals who followed him fell one after another. But at this time, there was no time to mourn for them. As the overall commander, he didn't even have time to shed tears and had to concentrate on the battle situation. The two armies fought fiercely under the city of Naguld, with a wide view. But with black smoke billowing all over the city, blocking his vision, no matter how good his eyesight was, Ard couldn't see the entire battlefield at a glance. The battlefield that can be seen is only a small part of this fierce battle. The opponent's troops rushing out of the city are obviously elites who are recharging their strength. The overwhelming offensive has almost entirely been embedded in their flanks. The troops on the flanks have been hit at this moment. Incomplete, countless soldiers are fleeing this way, the battle line is constantly retreating, and is about to fall. This is a bad sign, a precursor to the collapse of the front. Once it collapses, the enemy will surely sweep across the entire army

Notify all armies to evacuate quickly! The Imperial Guard stayed behind with me! "

Ard adjusted his armor, raised his head, and glanced at the sky. It was early afternoon. The sun peeked out from behind the dark clouds, and its warm sunshine shone on the battlefield, on those who died in the battle and those who were about to die. The fighting had only lasted less than five hours, but both armies already had hundreds of thousands of soldiers. The soldier lies on the fighting field forever. This is an unprecedented and spectacular fight. Is the empire’s final attack in the north about to fail like this?

"My lord, you can't keep the rear! The Gallic Northern Army can't live without you!" The Gallic general persuaded loudly

"Do you want me to abandon everyone and run away before the battle?" Yalder gave him an angry look and slowly put the helmet with the golden lion tattoo on his head upright. Solemn and dignified, a thousand cavalrymen of the Gallic Guards are gathering behind them

"Go forward and attack the enemy's main formation!"

Monyak, who was wearing the black armor of the Falcon Army, was mixed in with the attacking troops and was looking at this side. He pulled out his spear from the body of a Gallic soldier, and bright red blood spurted onto his face, like a bloody people,

He cast his eyes confidently on the already shaken Gallic formation. As that person said, the 30,000 sets of infantry armor provided by the Falcon Army, combined with the fuel bombs hidden in advance, had an unexpectedly good effect.

The Gauls, who were already in a mess, had no time to distinguish these infantrymen wearing heavy falcon armor. They were actually elite Slavic spearmen, which directly caused chaos. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature. The novels are better and updated faster!