Realm of Power

The defeated army in front was killed and retreated. At the same time, under the squeeze of the cavalry behind, they rolled around like bloody gourds. They chased up a Gaulish defeated army in the front and chopped off his head. Hu, who was leading the team, Keqi reined in the horse violently, and his eyes were empty. He narrowed his eyes with murderous intent. His sharp eyes passed through the rain curtain in front, and there was a forest of spears, and an infantry regiment was ready. With their backs against the mounds beside the road, a huge pincer-shaped military formation was set up. Spearmen and archers spread out in groups, or were stacked on top of each other. The densely packed weapons were pointed here at the same time, and the cold light of the spear tips and arrows It's a bit dazzling in the rain, and at the same time, a thorn wall has been erected in front that can block everything. If you don't notice it and bump into it, you will immediately be stabbed like a hedgehog by countless thorn spears and arrows.

"All troops! Stop the pursuit!"

Hu Keqili raised his right hand high with a solemn expression, and the horse's hoof stopped heavily on the ground in the blood. Human blood splashed like flowers, and the imperial cavalry following him stopped their horses one after another. The cavalry were covered in blood, their eyes full of violence were still bloodshot, and the horses' noses were filled with white breath, which was floating in the wind. taste of blood , but their momentum was so fierce that even Lescart on the opposite side was slightly moved. The Falcon Empire cavalry was indeed an elite force well-deserved. Their sudden attack, as fast as a tiger, could be stopped in an instant just by an instruction from the commander.

Hu Keqili slowly came out of the cavalry queue and glanced at the Gallic army formation in front. The opponent's defense was almost impeccable. The corpses of large pieces of Gaulish defeated troops were piled up in front of the army formation, but the soldiers behind seemed to be nothing. The expression he saw was as firm as iron. Hu Keqili looked away from the military formation in the distance and knew that he had encountered a difficult and ruthless opponent. Licking his chapped lips and feeling the salty taste of human blood, the imperial general smiled coldly.

He's a cold-blooded guy! He actually left thousands of his companions to the enemy and killed two-thirds of them himself. The other party raised the butcher's knife without ceremony and killed a third of them. "Which of you is familiar with the Gallic military flag? Tell me, the Gaulish army is in front!" Hu Keqili turned around and raised his hand. The sword that had been stained red with human blood pointed at the military formation in the distance. Someone was really familiar with the flag of the Gallic army. He answered him and said, "Look at the superimposed mark of the shield and lance on the flag. It should be the 8th Infantry Regiment of the Northern Army of Gaul." !”

"The Eighth Infantry Regiment?" Hu Keqili searched for information about this enemy force in his mind.

"I heard that it is a glorious troop that participated in the Battle of Ancra! The commander is a general named Lescott. He has a tenacious fighting style and is best at fighting tough battles!" The imperial cavalry who answered him continued.

"Oh, you know very well!" Hu Keqili's eyes glanced at the face of the imperial cavalry with some surprise. To be so familiar with the Gallic army, there will definitely be no more than a hundred in the Falcon Army. . Even the kind of military adjutant who studies the war situation all day long would not have such detailed information.

"I am Quentin, the guide assigned to the Central Army by the Southwest District Intelligence Branch." The imperial cavalry smiled awkwardly, seeming to understand Hu Keqili's thoughts, and said, "Before departure, each of us must Memorize the history of the enemy’s troops and the character of the enemy’s generals!”

"Guide? There seems to be such a thing!"

Hu Keqili subconsciously touched his nose and remembered that His Majesty Falcon did say that before the battle began. A guide who was familiar with the terrain and the enemy's situation was sent to each army from the Southwest Intelligence Department, but I never paid attention to it. I didn't expect that this guide was an excellent intelligence officer! It seems that such a configuration is very necessary, otherwise the two armies will not know who the opponent is when they fight, then it will be called an injustice. For example, the defeated Gaul army will definitely not know the Falcon Empire cavalry attacking them. It's that army!

"The fifth squadron is at the rear, the other squadrons are turning towards Granberg!"

Hu Keqili ordered loudly, and the rain fell just in time. The fire burning Granburg had been completely extinguished, and even the thick black smoke in the sky seemed to have cleared a lot. His goal is Granburg, not to decide a life and death outcome with the Gauls here. As an imperial general with outstanding vision, he knows very well that this enjoyable encounter has come to an end. The cavalry They all turned around. Shouting and galloping towards Granburgh behind him, he saw the Falcon Cavalry turning around and leaving arrogantly. The Eighth Legion of Gaul on the opposite side was silent. Not all Falcon Cavalry were evacuating. A group of two thousand people The cavalry stopped in place like nails, looking at them coldly. It was the fifth squadron at the rear. Although there were only 2,000 people, they looked at the Eighth Gallic Infantry like a tiger sizing up its prey.

How could the equally arrogant Eighth Infantry Regiment bear such a look of contempt? "Sir, the other side is too arrogant, let us fight back!" A squadron leader of the Eighth Gallic Infantry Regiment asked Lescart to fight angrily, "They The main force has dispersed, and there is only a small force in front of us! "

"Charge forward. As long as there is a chance, we will be able to kill them!" Another squadron leader shouted,

The other squadron leaders also started to commotion, sir, let's do it! Lescart's face relaxed a little. He was thinking that the opponent was a cavalry after all, and relying on infantry to chase the cavalry was an adventure in itself. At this moment, someone shouted something

"Sir, there are no cowards in the 7th Squadron of the Guards! The heroic souls of your brothers are watching you!"

Lescart's body trembled slightly and his eyes turned red. He took a deep breath and ordered, "Advance the light infantry and entangle them! The other troops advance slowly! If you find the enemy's cavalry returning, immediately move closer to the battle flag." , Got it! "

"Yes! Got it!"

The squadron captains in Gaul were excited and high-spirited, and they ran back to their respective units one after another.

Soon, with 3,000 of the fastest light infantry as the front, the queue of the Eighth Infantry Regiment started to move. "Forward, advance!" The officers drove the soldiers. The light infantry was very fast and wore thin clothing. The leather armor, the main defense is a light round shield tied to the right hand, and the weapons are light long swords or short-handled axes. The distance is shortening, and the morale of the light infantry has also expanded to the extreme. Kill! Kill them all! He was shouting slogans, but at a hundred meters, he couldn't care about the order of the formation.

At eighty meters, the middle and the left and right sides were disconnected, like an arc that was stretched and bent.

At fifty meters, the sluggish Falcon Cavalry on the opposite side began to move. I saw these cavalry skillfully pulling out the weapon slot of the war horse and inserting it upside down. They opened the cavalry assault crossbow with a half-moon bowstring, and fluently and quickly fired the triangular armor-piercing arrow. put on top

His eyes were calm and steady, and the power of armor-piercing arrows could penetrate the armor of heavy infantry within a distance of fifty meters, let alone light infantry with leather armor.

"Aim!" the commander of the fifth squadron of the Falcon Central Army gave the order. The Central Army cavalry slowly leveled the crossbow body of the assault crossbow in their hands. The sharp arrow bursting with cold light was pointed directly at the onrushing Gallic light infantry. The air stopped at this moment,

"Attention, arrow attack!"

The officer shouted, as if he was hit in the face by a pair of invisible giant palms. The shouting Gallic officer was shot through the chest by an arrow, and then was shot in the forehead by another arrow. His body was transformed into a human body by the impact of the crossbow. With a face-up posture, he pushed in hard, and the blood exploded from the body of the Gallic officer so easily. The fifty-meter arrow attack! More terrifying and shocking, move forward! go ahead! The excited Gallic light infantry trembled subconsciously as they watched the men in front pick up their assault crossbows.

"shoot!"

Countless arrow clusters hit like raindrops, and the Gallic soldiers in the front row fell to pieces. The Gallic infantry behind them raised their small bucklers one after another. The small bucklers could not provide complete defense, but only protection. Living in the upper body of a Gallic soldier,

‘Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "When the second round of arrows flew in, the Gallic infantrymen who held their shields high to cover their faces exposed all their bodies from the chest down to the sharp arrows. With eyes wide open with reluctance, they fell again. ,

"All troops evacuate!" As if they had had enough fun, before the Gauls could recover from the blow, the captain of the Falcon Cavalry on the opposite side waved to his men, and quickly turned around and ran away with them! The Gauls behind them jumped up in anger. They wanted to continue chasing, but looking at the ground littered with corpses, they gave up in anger!