Realm of Power

The chaos of the 9th Infantry Regiment at the rear has caused panic in other troops. The 8th Infantry Regiment in the middle quickly deployed its defense line. As the discipline of the 8th Infantry Regiment of the Praetorian Guards, before this chaotic raid, Showing astonishing qualities,

After the 11,000-strong Eighth Infantry Regiment realized that the Ninth Infantry Regiment had been stabbed behind them, instead of panicking, they quickly occupied the commanding heights on both sides of the road in an orderly manner to avoid being massacred by the cavalry in the flat areas. Take the commander The cavalrymen who ordered the order shouted loudly, and flew past the neatly lined up spears of the soldiers like arrowheads. The flag of the Eighth Infantry Regiment was raised on the top of the mound, facing the wind and the sound coming from the direction of the Dijiu Infantry Regiment. Fierce shouts and roaring sounds

Lescart, the commander of the 8th Infantry Regiment, gave orders calmly and arranged the defensive line in an orderly manner. He originally wanted to turn around and fight to support the 9th Infantry Regiment, but when he saw the battle flag of his colleague Andrezhar was cut off in just ten minutes, he knew that the 9th Infantry Regiment was completely finished, so he continued to be stubborn The choice of rescue will only make the situation worse.

The Eighth Infantry Regiment, with three thousand Praetorian Guards as its backbone, was formerly the Seventh Squadron of the Gallic Guards. This is a force with a glorious tradition. In the major battle that defeated one hundred thousand Slavic troops in Ancra, the Forbidden City The 7th Guards Squadron entered the battle as an important flank.

The Battle of Ankra was a huge gamble by the Gauls, with less than 30,000 troops facing the Slavs' high-spirited 100,000-strong army. This was a lonely battle of life and death, a battle destined to only life or death. Those who can survive are all warriors!

At the most tragic and critical moment of the Ankara battle, heavy rain poured down. Raindrops hit the muddy swamp ground, and human blood was like a cheap dye, staining everything where people stepped on it. It mixed with the rain and hit it, forming a large red blood stain in the mire of the swamp.

The main force of the heavy infantry, which the Slavs were most proud of, was led into the swamp and mud. Due to the heavy consumption of physical strength, these strong men wearing dozens of kilograms of heavy armor were already panting. Some were exhausted and sat on the ground. In front of them was the Gallic heavy cavalry as the final blow. Holding the knight's gun that can penetrate any heavy armor, he rushed down the slope of the swamp like a storm towards these strong men, and the heavy heavy war horses stepped on them with the momentum of thunder.

"Rescue, quick!" The shrill war cry echoed from the top of the rain-filled sky, like the cry of a ferocious beast before its death, and the black mass of infantry. Squirming like ants, the Slavic light infantry, sensing something was wrong from the side, began to break up and start a mad counterattack.

"kill!"

Blood was flying in the wind and rain. The Slavic tribal war officer, who rarely went to the front line, wore this blood-red ribbon on his forehead and personally led the charge. The war team held up the trembling beheading knife and killed all those who dared to do so from behind. Those who retreated were hacked to death in the mud.

Behind them are the heads of seven previously defeated Slavic generals, which are hung high on the battle flag to boost the morale of the front line.

The cold rain hit his face, but it was dissipated by the hot breath exhaled from his mouth. The smell of blood that hit his nose made the whole world look red. Under such stimulation, even the Slavs, who had always been lax in their battles, , everything went crazy at that moment. The swords and guns were broken, and the armor was chopped into pieces. The Gauls and Slavs rushed forward with their bare hands, wrestling and rolling into a ball in the muddy water on the ground, whether they were Gauls or Slavs. At this moment, everyone has become a beast that only survives based on instinct. There was the clang of weapons being blocked, the horrifying screams of the wounded being trampled by the horses, and the dead plopped to the ground.

In the vortex of fierce fighting between soldiers and horses, under the heavy rain, blood flowed like channels.

Mrs. Scala burst out with terrifying savagery, and defeated the heavily armored Gallic Guards on three levels. Every minute and every second, the flanks of the Gallic Guards were decreasing. Suddenly, a A Slavic officer who rushed into the ranks of the Gallic Guards got a flag of the Gallic army and raised a giant sword made of fine iron to chop it into pieces.

"No! Don't! Stop him! Beat him to death!"

Amidst the sharp sound of the wind, the Slavic officer was instantly shot into a hedgehog. Two more Slavic infantrymen pounced on him and took the flag from his hand. A young Gallic Guard soldier pounced on him with a lightning-like knife. One of them was knocked down, and the big bloody hand grabbed the flag, but the other corner was held by the Slavs.

The two fought for each other without giving in, slashing at each other without retreating an inch. In an instant, both of them were covered with bruises and blood spurting out, but neither one was willing to give in or let go! This was a fight between warriors against warriors, until the two corpses were chopped into pieces by the opposing weapons almost at the same time.

The weapons clashed fiercely, sparks flew, and the wounded were "shenyin". The soldiers were so red-eyed that they even took off their armor because they were tired of it. They went on the field shirtless with their polished sabers. With one blow, either you or I would die. , the feet were greasy, it was the human body they were stepping on, whether it was one's own or the other party's, the thick smell of blood was pungent to the nose. As the flank, the 7th Squadron of the Gallic Guards desperately maintained the defensive line. Thirty-seven hundred Guardsmen resisted the counterattack of tens of thousands of Slavs. At this time, the defense line withstood the severe test of the storm and the waves of attacks. Another wave

Like a small boat struggling to maintain stability in a stormy sea, it persisted until the end of the battle three hours later. The Slavic offensive was crushed. The Gallic light cavalry chased the Slavic defeated army like crazy, using Use your last strength to nail the enemies who are no longer able to run to death with spears one by one.

As the squadron leader, Lescart was dug out from the pile of corpses by his subordinates.

The shoulder, waist and ribs were stabbed three times by the Slavic broad sword, and a two-kilogram piece of meat was torn off from the thigh by the Slavic mace. But he did not die. He stretched his hand straight towards that The Gallic military flag whose handle had been torn apart by two corpses

"Sir, the battle flag has been saved, we have won!"

As if he understood what he meant, his subordinates knelt down whimpering, covered in blood, and the surroundings suddenly became silent. In front of them was a pile of corpses like Shura hell. Lescart glanced at it with difficulty, his vision blurred by tears, which lasted for three full seconds. There are less than fifty people left in the Seventh Squadron of more than a thousand people who can stand up.

Lescart stood at a high place and had a clear view of the situation in front of him. There were tens of thousands of Falcon Empire cavalry attacking, and they were as fast and fierce as tigers. Under the attack of such a large group of sturdy cavalry, even he might not be able to withstand it. , compared with the Falcon Empire cavalry who were charging back and forth on the head of the 9th Infantry Regiment like a savage beast, he was more concerned about those black spots that had completely lost their will to fight and were scattered all over the mountains and plains. They were just thinking about how to escape. The defeat of the 9th Infantry Regiment,

Broken companions are the most terrifying enemies. They will break up their ranks and spread panic to everyone.

"Since it's a war, someone has to die!"

The five fingers of Lescart's right hand were tightly clenched together, and they became a little pale due to the exertion. There was blood in his eyes, but he said in a cold tone, "Instruct all squadrons to prepare for battle! If anyone attacks the formation, kill them!" Then he slowly said Xu pulled out his sword and thrust it into the ground beneath his feet. "Use this sword as a mark. Before drawing the sword, anyone who retreats without permission will be killed on the spot!" After saying that, he raised his head and glanced at the sky. , cold raindrops fell, just like in Ancra,

"Send the order, kill anyone who attacks the formation without permission! Kill anyone who retreats without permission!" As cold and ruthless as him was the voice of the cavalry who sent the order. They galloped past the military formation again like the wind, as firm as the plateau in front of them. The earth is filled with thick blood,

"Put the gun up!"

Uniform movements, a spear array specially designed to deal with the cavalry attack, suddenly exploded like the spikes on a hedgehog. The soldiers' faces were full of perseverance. There is no doubt that if the defeated army retreats to their side, In front, the soldiers will decisively thrust out the spears in their hands, stabbing the target in front into a hornet's nest. Whether it is an enemy or a companion, they must turn into a corpse. This is the will of the elites who have fought a hundred battles, as if merging with the earth under their feet. Together, unshakable!

Not far away, the soldiers of the defeated 9th Infantry Regiment were swarming over.

The 8th Gallic Infantry Regiment, full of guns. The first wave of people they met were not the falcon cavalry who were massacring them with their swords, but the defeated army that was scattering like ants on a hot pot, throwing off their armor and armor, like a wave hitting a solid embankment.

The first row of soldiers squatted down and placed the five-meter-long spear shaft on the ground with the spear tip pointing forward. The second row of spearmen placed the spear shaft on the shoulders of the first row of soldiers. The third row of soldiers placed the spear shaft on the ground. He also placed the spear shaft on the shoulders of the second row of soldiers. Three neat rows of spears pointed diagonally forward, with densely packed spear heads like a mountain!

Waiting for the "stab" command, thousands of spears in the first row will stab out at the same time, and bright red blood flowers bloom in front of the array in an instant. "Why..." A Gaul defeated army looked at the stab in disbelief. With the spear tip piercing his body and his hand holding the bleeding wound, he couldn't believe that the one who killed him was one of his own! A pile of corpses lay in front of the formation of the 8th Infantry Regiment,

"Oh my god, the Eighth Infantry Regiment is crazy. They even kill their own people!"

The defeated army screamed in fright. The people in front were so frightened that they leaned back. The people behind could not help but move forward. In front of them, the long spear tips moved forward together, as if a field suddenly appeared on the ground. a forest of spears,

Under their horrified gazes, rainwater mixed with blood dripped from the tip of the metal gun that shone coldly, and fell on the ground under their feet, leaving small red dots behind.