Realm of Power

Breaking through the flanks is a destined outcome. With equal forces on both sides, the consequence of gathering superior forces to force a breakthrough is to expose one's weakest link to the enemy at the same time. In order to suppress the right wing of the Falcon Empire, force it to unconsciously The situation revealed a breakthrough, and Algernonkaja decisively pressed on three-quarters of the entire Northern Army. Otherwise, he would not be able to achieve the advantage of suppressing troops in a short period of time.

Similarly, only a quarter of his troops were placed on the flanks that were bound to be attacked wildly. This was a strategic gamble, with the right time, right location, and people. Working hard, they gathered on the side of the Northern Army of Gaul at the same time on this day.

The flanks are destined to be abandoned areas from the beginning. The only difference is the time when the flanks are defeated, before the breakthrough is opened or after the breakthrough is opened. Local victory does not mean everything. Only by winning strategic breakthrough points This time on that mound, the Gauls' hard work paid off, so that the Gauls can still control the direction of the war! With one side collapsing, Algernonkaja still tenaciously rushed to the breakout point. The two infantry regiments quickly set up defenses with their backs on the hills. The dense spears and shields formed two gates to cover the retreat of other troops.

"Breakthrough!"

The Southern Governor Statunko stayed in the case, his face looked ugly. He couldn't believe that the Gallic Army's breakthrough was opened by his own hands. The Falcon Army, realizing something was wrong, launched a pursuit and ordered the cavalry to run back. Behind him The sound of the horn made the battlefield in front of me look even more desolate.

At 5:10 p.m., the cavalry and infantry groups encircling the flanks began to encircle each other. The thunder of horse hooves was like thunder in the sky. The knights above could no longer be considered a complete queue. Most of them looked very tired. The infantry captain of the Saron Legion was hoarse. Shouting "Put up the spear", the long spear points all fell down, and the spears collided with each other fiercely. On the hillock at the breach, the rear troops of the Gallic Northern Army collided with the pursuing Falcon infantry. In front of the hillock, there was a terrifying battlefield with no end in sight.

There were mountains of corpses, broken spears stuck on the battlefield, and broken spears and heavy swords everywhere. Human corpses and horse corpses piled up like mountains, and hands and feet protruded from the muddy ground, like flags planted on them. On this bloody battlefield, corpses lay as far as the eye could see. "Is everything over?" A young soldier of the Gallic Northern Army raised his head blankly and looked at the sky above where raindrops were falling like countless white lines. He could not see the end or the direction. Just a little pain on the face,

"Did you fail again?" The young soldier knelt on the ground with his knees weak. The faith and will in his eyes were close to collapse. Hours of fighting had exhausted his physical strength, and it seemed that he had become a trophy that could be grabbed at will. , just like him, the swords and shields in the hands of many soldiers around him were hanging down feebly. The flanks were breached, and the Falcon Empire's troops were encircling them. Even the soldiers at the lowest level could tell that the overall situation was decided.

"I'm not willing to accept it. Why, why must we lose!"

Another soldier next to him yelled, his body shaking slightly as raindrops hit him. Like white flowers blooming, he lowered his head and murmured in a low voice, holding his hands tightly in fists. Raindrops fell from his face, more like broken tears running, and the raindrops hit his face coldly, The shrill trumpet sounds of the collapse of the right wing were heard. I saw the golden tassels of the Union Army's battle flag broken by the wind and rain, the hand holding the sword cyan and turning white. Just when victory was about to be won, the flank was breached. That feeling was like being filled with lead and falling into the depths of the ice.

"Woo!" A high-spirited trombone sound came at this time. The soldier raised his head in confusion, and then he heard cheers from the distance: "Long live, the breakout is broken!"

"Break...have you opened the breakout?" The young soldier trembled slightly and looked up in the direction of the sound. A battle flag of the Northern Army of Gaul was fluttering on a mound in the distance.

It was a wide area, located outside the encirclement circle formed by the Falcons. All kinds of cheers suddenly sounded. Many people, like him, couldn't believe that they actually broke through the barrier surrounded by 100,000 Falcon troops.

The other Northern troops who were still fighting looked at the Gallic flag flying in the direction of the evacuation point. The low morale of the Gallic Northern Army was boosted, and everyone's pale and bloodless faces finally regained the look of hope. "If you go there, There should be hope! "Many Gallic soldiers began to move towards the breakthrough in unison, and the troops fighting fiercely in front were When they received the order to break away from the battle, they evacuated as fast as the wind. The Falcon infantrymen who were still fighting with them felt that their eyes were empty. The enemies who were shouting fiercely just now, "cut, kill," ran out in the blink of an eye. A hundred meters away, only countless corpses were left lying in the mud condensed by rain and blood in front of them, reminding them of the madness of these guys just now.

"Historical changes and victory or defeat are often decided in a moment. But most people only look back after that moment. Few people know that this moment is the moment when huge changes occur, and even fewer people can Use your own hands to decide this critical moment, Hassan Rimbaud, have you seen it? You can rest in peace now!

The fat man looked at the gap opened by the Gauls at the edge of the battle line with red eyes. He already had a tendency to jump out of the encirclement. There was a trace of helplessness on his lips. There were too many surprises in this battle, so many that even he, the god of war, could not completely To the point of control, Hassen Rimbaud risked his life to come to Daniel to remind Algernon that Katya's plan failed. Defeat, otherwise Algernon Katya would never have woken up from his narcissism in such a short period of time and quickly made a plan to break out in the shortest possible time. Without Hassen Rimbaud's interference, Algernon Katja would not have Knowing that the plan failed, as long as they misjudged the delaying tactics, the Northern Army of Gaul would surely die in Daniel.

Then the sudden turn of heavy rain disrupted all deployments, causing the "Thor", which was able to fight in large groups to suppress the artifact, to withdraw from the battlefield early. The Gallic Northern Army, which broke through crazily, also broke out in this heavy rain with combat power that surpassed its own. It's God's favor, this For a moment, at least for a period of time, the weather, the right location, and the people, these factors that can affect the direction of the war, all stood on the side of the Gauls who fought desperately. In front of such an army, the fat man was considered a military god. It is impossible to completely cut off the vitality of this Gallic elite.

It is unrealistic to think about annihilating Algernonkaja now, and Algernonkaja has exhausted his endurance. In such a deadly battle, 20,000 elite troops were left unused. These 20,000 recharged troops became the key to the breakthrough. On the hills at the breakthrough, the Gallic Northern Army passed through the gap more and more. Many, the pursuing infantry of the Central Army and the Southern Army were blocked there, and a third of the Gauls were struggling in the encirclement formed by Hukoqili and Salon. Most of them were defeated troops on the flanks, running around in confusion. Hu Keqili's cavalry was quickly breaking through this part of the defeated army that had not yet reached the breakthrough point. Salon's infantry was slower, and the defeated army was like a wave. The huge turbulence made encirclement difficult to achieve for a while.

"Send the order to Hu Keqili and Salon. Encircle them on the spot and capture as many as you can!" The fat man gave up his inner plan to annihilate them all and decisively turned around to give the order to the order soldiers behind him. If he wanted to just slip away like this, he would always You need to leave some tolls.

The Marquis de Lasalle, commander of the 10th Gallic Infantry Regiment, happened to be the one trapped by the defeated army. His troops were attacked by Hucoqili's cavalry. Before he could react, he was dispersed by the intruding cavalry group. In the battle with the Falcon Cavalry, although he held off the fierce pursuit of the cavalry, the most loyal knights under his command were all killed and wounded, and the remaining knights around him were all killed and wounded. There were less than thirty people, and all of them were injured, including himself. The corner of the eyebrow was also grazed by the Falcon Cavalry's sword, leaving a deep red wound, and the bones inside were vaguely visible.

"Sir, we are surrounded! I'm afraid we can't get out." The guard captain who went to check the situation hurriedly came to him, his eyes full of anxiety. The Falcon Army's decisive encirclement blocked the breakthrough. He got off the horse, and the armor on his body made a friction sound. He knelt down on one knee in front of the dazed Marquis de Lasalle and said, "Sir, we can't break out of the encirclement anymore. Let's think of other ways. I heard that the Falcon Army is very strict with ordinary soldiers." It’s not bad. If you change into the general’s armor immediately, you should be able to escape the eyes of the Falcon Army!”

"Escape by putting on an ordinary soldier's armor? It's really a good idea!" Lassalle glanced at him and said lightly, "But do you think such a person is worthy of being a Gallic general?"

"My lord, there is nothing shameful in losing to the Falcon Army. As long as the people are there and the foundation is preserved, then it's okay..." The guard captain was speaking smoothly, but Lasalle suddenly interrupted him, smiling bitterly, talking to himself. He said coquettishly, "Look at those colleagues who have died fighting for the army to break through. There is no way they can endure humiliation and survive!"

Lasalle ordered the person in charge of the battle flag to fold the Northern Army's battle flag and hand it to the guard captain with great caution, sir! "The guard captain knelt on one knee and cried out in pain. The Northern Army of the Empire, which once represented glory and was hailed as the hope of the Empire, finally came to a sad end after this battle.

"Londy, please bring this thing back to Lord Ard. No matter what method you use, it should not fall into the hands of the enemy here! This will bring shame to the Northern Army created by Lord Ard." !" Lassalle's hand trembled slightly, and he touched the blood-stained satin battle flag with his precious hand. Victory belongs to Gaul! "Lasalle struggled to mount his horse, glanced at the far north, raised his sword high, and shouted hoarsely with a sense of desolation. The 50 cavalrymen behind him mounted their horses and charged towards the enemy. Lasalle's The general's armor was so dazzling. His body was hit by countless arrows that were shot quickly. The man and his horse seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and they suddenly hit the muddy ground. The people behind him None of the Guardsmen survived.

"Sir!..." The guard captain looked at Lassalle's back that fell from his horse into the mud. His face looked a little red, his throat felt like a piece of iron was stuck in his throat, his eyes were wet with tears, and the rain stopped unconsciously. Suddenly, a rainbow of seven colors appeared on the edge of the sky like a bridge crossing it, like a wisp of red blush shining on the black horizon. The most tragic battle in the late Gallic Empire was coming to an end.

At the cost of 70,000 elite troops, although two-thirds were damaged, Algernonkaja still led the Gallic Northern Army to successfully break through, finally proving his strength as a famous general. Corpses were piled up in this tomb-like area. It's a muddy meadow ground, some are soaked Some turned white, their bodies swelled, and some looked at the sky above their heads with unwilling expressions. "Woo!" A crisp eagle cry resounded through the sky in the wilderness. The green grass was dyed red with blood and lost its owner's touch. War horses lingered next to the corpse, and the brutal fighting turned into deathly silence.

In the most brutal area where the Confederate army fought, countless corpses and mutilated parts abounded. The bright red blood seeping into the soil was as terrifying as the legendary hell. Realizing that it was impossible to bring out more people, Algernonkaja chose to The trapped Gaul army was thrown away like a strong man breaking his wrist. Some of these abandoned people knelt on the ground and surrendered, and some simply lay down in the mud to hold their bodies, but more soldiers were kneeling with numb expressions, and the swords and shields in their hands had been thrown to the ground feebly, because The two sides fought too fiercely, and small-scale massacres inevitably occurred on the southern side.

This was a brutal battle. Whether it was the Gallic Army or the Falcon Army, post-war statistics showed that the Gallic Northern Army suffered 74,364 casualties in this battle, including only 1,211 officers above the squadron leader and 7 generals. The Falcon Army suffered 21,345 casualties. There were 254 officers above the squadron level. The most severely damaged was Statunko's Southern Army.

Among the 20,000 heavy infantry, 13,245 were wounded in the battle. The commander of the Third Banner was killed in the battle, the commander of the Fourth Banner was seriously injured, and the commander of the regiment, Statunko, almost went into battle himself. In this battle, almost one-third of the total strength of the Southern Army was wiped out, and the two most relied on elites were completely disabled.

But the reason why this battle is called "The Requiem of Daniel Hell" is because the casualties of the soldiers can be compensated, but it is difficult for experienced generals to be demanding. Although the most elite Northern Army in the late Gallic Empire succeeded in Daniel broke through, but the entire group of famous Northern Army generals who had high hopes from the Gallic Empire were killed, which was tantamount to sounding the alarm for the end of the Gallic Empire. Now let's take a look at these names that finally shone like meteors and burned away quickly. Hassen Rimbaud, commander of the Sixth Army of the Gallic Empire and the first general in Gaul, Lescott, commander of the Eighth Infantry Regiment of the Gallic Northern Army, Terenske, deputy commander of the Gallic Northern Army, Lassalle, commander of the Tenth Infantry Regiment of Gaul, Andrew Lieutenant, commander of the 9th Gallic Infantry. . . . . . .

"Sir. The latest battle report!"

The adjutant of the Ministry of Military Affairs, wearing a blue uniform of the Gallic Imperial Army, opened the closed office door, and a ray of golden sunshine with the fresh air outside the window shone in from the outside. Undersecretary of the Ministry of Military Affairs of Gaul and Commander-in-Chief of the North, Yarde He looked up from the military map with a tired face, and his face was full of bloodshot eyes. Although he is already middle-aged, his eyes are still overbearing. He is accustomed to the inertial gaze of life and death. Only when he sees the news about the Northern Army, will he rarely show a trace of warmth. Although he has been deprived of this important soldier of the Northern Army, Taking command of the cluster, Yalder did not show much discouragement.

It still gave people a hard feeling, like a hammer, full of a tight sense of strength. Taking the battle report from the adjutant, Yalde opened it nervously and glanced around. There was not much news. There don't seem to be many changes in Daniel. The Northern Army Adjusting to the West, facing the most terrifying Falcon Empire Army, Alder, who single-handedly forged the soul of the Northern Army, may be the most worried. Although he has not fought against the Falcon Empire Army, he also knows that the Falcon Empire has repeatedly damaged the empire. The army is not comparable to the Slavs on the back

The news of the Battle of Daniel touched everyone's nerves. Although the hinterland of the empire was turned into a hornet's nest by the prairie cavalry, anyone with military knowledge could see that these prairie cavalry divisions would not be around for long. Unable to establish stable rule , it’s just a group of bandits robbing homes. According to the news, some prairie cavalry have already returned home with their belongings loaded with property. The number of prairie cavalry attacking the Kyoto area is also decreasing rapidly. However, it has already entered the end of autumn in September, and Kyoto may have some difficulties with the arrival of midwinter.

"Sir, Kyoto hopes that the north can provide more food support! About 1.4 million refugees need to be resettled, which is beyond what Kyoto can bear. They believe that Kyoto has been hit hard by the war, and they hope that the refugees can be resettled. Come from the north!" The adjutant took out some more orders from Kyoto and said to Yard who sat down at the table.

"Put it in the north?" Yald was stunned for a moment when he heard that, and stood up angrily. "What do those people think? Hasn't Kyoto considered how many people will freeze to death in the cold in the north?" There are 1.4 million people. If we can resettle one-third of the population, it is already the current number of people in Beijing. Of course, if those bastards in Kyoto didn't leave all the men behind and left a bunch of women, children, old and young to us, otherwise, there are many gentlemen in Kyoto who wouldn't be able to complete such a task! The manor? Why not settle it there?”

"Sir, the only people who can enter the manor are slaves. No one dares to blatantly accept a large number of native Gauls as slaves," the young adjutant reminded in a low voice with an upright look.

"Do you really think so? The real situation is much darker than you imagine. The war between the Empire and the Falcon Empire has been going on for two years. Where have those refugees gone? Although the number is not as huge as this time, there are still a few There are still thousands, even tens of thousands!”

Yard sighed and looked at the young adjutant with a strange look. The young adjutant was called Rogkag, 24 years old, from a famous family in Kyoto, graduated from the Imperial University, elegant, with golden curly hair, the favorite type of many Kyoto women. In the Northern War, he was praised many times for his outstanding analytical ability. He was called the "Twins of the Imperial Military" together with Hasen Rambo's beautiful adjutant Andalin. They were military rising stars who were expected to become generals before the age of 30.

This also made the Imperial military compare Yarde and Hasen Rambo invisibly, and the adjutants between the two were also comparing them.