Realm of Power

There are dead people ahead, and people are dying along the way. Why should we continue to move forward? Nine-year-old Mo Anglaido didn't understand this. His nerves hardened when he saw blood for the first time when crossing the river beach. His father and brother were fighting. , as long as he thinks this way, even if the fear of death arises in his heart, there is no weakness on his face.

The further forward, the more dead people appeared, and the team that was maintained in the center like an ant colony began to commotion. It could no longer maintain the most basic queue. The long migration queue was scattered, like the tail of a comet crossing the night sky. The Gallic army became more and more scattered. After suffering a heavy defeat, the Gallic army that attacked the periphery began to no longer waste its troops on all-out attack power. , but like a pack of bloody wolves, they began to focus on attacking those scattered from the large army. The Slavic guard regiment was helpless. The large attrition of the guard regiment caused the guard circle to continue to shrink, and the isolation of the fierce battle From the initial twenty miles, it became fifteen miles, ten miles, and if it went on, it would become five miles, and finally it would be a massacre.

"Sir, it's time to set off!"

In the early morning, raindrops fell,

A Slavic warrior wearing leather armor pushed open half of the door, and a man squatted inside. The sword lying across his knee reflected the rain, the edge of the blade shone slightly, and the gray wind howled sharply. Through the stone walls and wooden doors beside the road, everyone could clearly smell the smell of blood, and felt the aura of death and destruction emanating from this man.

The commander of the fifth team of the Slavic Guards, Yadri, could not see much expression on his face. He stood up from where he had been sitting all night. The armor on his body made a rustling sound. He firmly picked up the cross helmet and put it on. on the head

"Order everyone to assemble!" The hoarse voice was firm. He patted the grass clippings on his body with his tired hands and walked out of the room. The blood-stained armor on his body gave off a dim light in the white rain curtain, casting shadows to cover his hardships. The scene that I don’t want to recall was yesterday. He lost two sons. One was seventeen years old and could already skillfully wield the northern heavy sword to cut through wooden stakes with one sword. The other was twelve years old and had just come into contact with swordsmanship. Both of them were assigned to his guard group. , facing the Gauls' sword. No less than three corpses lay at the feet of the eldest son;

At the place where they fell, their skin looked pale in the rain, but it could not hide their beauty. The shocking blood red color paired with the white and soft skin was unbearable to see. The eldest son with blond hair had just grown a few light yellow beards on his chin, and under the beard were the red scars cut by the dagger. His long blond hair was still wet. It was as if he had just taken a bath, and died so quietly and peacefully that he must still be sleeping. His brown-haired brother had fought for his life, and his arms were covered with sword wounds from blocking, while red liquid still slowly flowed out from the wounds on his chest, lower abdomen and back, as if there were many toothless mouths all over his body. Drooling. Fortunately, the night rain washed away the other parts, leaving no trace of life in the wet, cold body.

"Sir, it's the logistics officer!" Someone suddenly said

"Damn, they're all kids, how can we fight like this!" Some people complained angrily. Yardli, who shouted for the troops to assemble, also frowned slightly. The legion logistics officer brought a hundred new blood. They were all children who had not yet reached the standard. Yardli wanted to refuse, but he opened his mouth but could not say anything. He thought of his two lost sons, so what could he do if he refused? These children will also be added to other squadrons. Only by staying alive can we have hope together. Instead of dying silently, at least here, I can persist until the last moment without using them.

Rain is pouring on the ground. The howls of wolves could be heard in the distance. "From now on, you are soldiers!" The veteran, who has been blind in his right eye, threw a bunch of bloody weapons into the mud at his feet and shouted loudly to the Slavic children standing in a row, shivering from the rain. Said, the cruelty of war left this ethnic group with no choice. Nine-year-old Mo Anglaiduo was among them. He picked up the sword in the mud and looked at the distant peaks covered with snow in the rain, and the damp woods were silent. , as if the world is frozen at this moment,

The commander of the 14th Infantry Regiment of the Northern Army of Gaul, Ferrayag, stood on his horse and looked at the vast wilderness in front of him with gleaming eyes. It was raining heavily. Beside him, a group of Gaul soldiers wearing the heraldic robes of the Gallic army The Imperial Light Cavalry was riding quickly by, and the gorgeous battle flag embroidered with golden tassels of the 14th Infantry Regiment was fluttering in the wind and rain.

"Report, the Slavs are coming!" A Gallic light cavalry galloped over,

"Order, the whole army is on the move, and they must be stopped from going south!" Felayag gave the order with a stern face. According to the intelligence, the Falcon Army's northward troops are rapidly approaching here. In fact, the Falcon Army is far away. The distance of the Slavic southward migration cluster is not It was 150 miles, but 70 miles. As long as they passed through this low-lying area with dense forests, these Slavs could escape. At this moment, the Gallic army no longer had any room to spare. They launched a campaign like mercury. An all-out attack that breaks the ground,

In the muddy jungle under the pouring rain, people on both sides kept splattering blood, screaming, and falling to the ground. But no one on both sides retreated. After his arm was cut off with a knife, he changed his hand to hold the sword. After his shoulder was smashed by a wooden stick, he gritted his teeth and still rushed forward. There was also a person whose legs were broken and rolled on the muddy ground and continued to wave. The weapon slashed the enemy's legs, "Archers, go up and deal with them!" The archers of the Gallic Empire responded loudly, began to draw the bow and string, and were about to step forward. With a roar of "Wow", hundreds of Slavs came out of the dense forest, holding javelins and wooden clubs high, and surrounded them fiercely.

"Charge!" The Gallic soldiers in the brigade also charged hard. There were lights and shadows waving weapons everywhere. It was difficult to move forward. Everyone was beaten to pieces with blood and brains bursting out. Screams rang out intensively, and figures continued to spatter blood. Fall down. The mercury-dropping offensive of the Gauls was like countless arrow clusters hitting the defense line of the Slavic Guard Corps. Hundreds of centurion-level conflicts stretched over this battlefield of more than 20 miles. Such a huge battlefield , has long been separated from the command of both parties. Under the control of the official, whether it was the Slavic escorts who were desperately resisting, or the Gallic troops that were constantly gathering, both sides lost their organization, like two beasts eating each other, biting each other with all their strength, just hoping that the other side's blood would be able to The first thing that flows away is that it falls down,

On the ninth day when the Slavs moved south, a large number of attrition severely weakened the combat strength of the Slavic Guards. More than half of the 80,000 people were lost in battle. More than 30,000 Slavic men fell on this seemingly not long road. They were forced to have no choice. The Slavic Tribal Alliance had to order all men over eight years old to join the guard corps. At this time, they were less than 150 miles away from the control of the Falcon Army. The chasing and blocking Gallic army exceeded 100,000 people. The Slavs were in this battle. It was difficult to move in the rain, and the Slavic guard regiment was exhausted. Still relying on the dense forest to block the Gauls' pressing, the tall northern infantry whose weapons and armor could not be repaired had long been turned into light infantry. The armor on their bodies was chopped to pieces, and they suffered from several days of fierce fighting and logistical embarrassment. , causing their weapons to curl up, but this did not change their tough style. They fought bravely with the simple javelins of the temporary city and the sharp swords of the Gallic infantry.

"For the glory of the empire, we must fight to the death!" Gallic officers shouted loudly at an impromptu emergency meeting. The latest news is that Falcon Army General Salon's 30,000 elite troops have been forced into a range of fifty miles. That is to say, the 100,000 Gallic army that surrounded and intercepted the Slavs. You may face enemies from both sides at any time.

"The interception has failed, the opponent is scarred, and we are also exhausted. Stopping when it's time to stop is a commander who should make a choice," someone said angrily

"Even if you want to leave, you have to kill a group of Slavs before you do it!"

The various voices made the entire meeting feel like a farce. The temporarily assembled Gallic army lacked unified command, and no one obeyed anyone. If it could be effectively commanded, and if the famous Northern Army general Yarde did not go to the capital of Gaul, the battle to stop the Slavs from going south might not be hopeless, but Now, precious time is slipping away in their heated arguments.

Salon's legion was rapidly advancing northward, and he received the news of the large-scale movement of the Slavs southward relatively late, but this did not prevent him from detecting something from the sudden and tense gathering of the northern Gallic army. While the Gallic troops were stalking the Slavs, Saron's legions were giving a fatal blow to the Gallic legions blocking them.

Northern Gaul where fighting is fierce. The wilderness was filled with the corpses of the warring parties. In the white rain curtain, the black infantry groups advanced in overwhelming numbers towards the north. They collided heavily with the 30,000 Gaulish troops blocking the opposite side in the rain curtain, making a fierce metal collision sound. , countless figures were trampled by the light of swords and horse hooves, and the red rainwater gathered into large and small trickles, mixing with the cracked soil. The scattered silt flowed into the cracks in the earth, killing "the two armies intertwined, the spears were broken, and the shield wall was torn to pieces. The Gallic troops, who only had the strength of the local army, fell in a row at the moment of the confrontation. The thin formation was like a wooden plank squeezed open by a heavy hammer in front of the heavy infantry in black armor of the Falcon Army, and it broke under the powerful multi-layered infantry attack. "Hold still, don't mess up!" "Some capable Gallic troops supported the turbulent defense line,

But their maintenance was only before the five thousand Falcon Cavalry launched a charge. Countless horse hooves passed through the mire where the rain had gathered, tumbling heads, gurgling in the muddy puddle, and large pieces of broken corpses. Stacked together, the hooves of the Falcon Cavalry flew like this, raising up the blood-covered soil, and violently threw the red and black soil backwards. Then it crashed down heavily from the air, swooping over from the rain curtain like a bird of prey. First, the ground shook, and then there was a shocking muffled thunder, like a huge sickle sweeping across. The lightly-armed Gallic infantry was like a dam hit by the flood. , without even having time to mount a basic resistance, the two thousand-man troops had just reached the flank line when they encountered an oncoming cavalry attack. Although they managed to hold on for a while, they were quickly defeated by the cavalry. A small number of Gallic cavalry came from the central formation to reinforce them. As a result, they were pulled off their horses by the scattered soldiers while they were still on the road. Everyone crowded and collided with each other. Countless people were trampled to death and injured

"Report, the blockade failed, the 17th and 18th regiments collapsed! Lord Li Yaze, the commander of the 19th regiment, died in battle!"

Reports of defeats came one after another, and the faces of the Gauls turned ugly. They had expected to fail in the resistance, but failure did not mean such a disastrous defeat. The Falcon Army's advance was almost unimpeded. In this unfamiliar area, facing the hundreds of thousands of troops left by Gaul in the north, they still dared to make such a bold move. But this time, the opposing commander was obviously It was so daring that with only 30,000 people, they dared to launch an active offensive directly towards 100,000 people on their own side. This approach can no longer be called bravery. This is crazy, and the commander of the Falcon Army, Salon, happens to be a strong general with such comments,

The three infantry regiments and 30,000 troops sent to stop them were directly overwhelmed. The direct fight was extremely miserable. In less than two hours, battle reports from the front showed that more than 70% of the troops had been defeated, and the chaos was still expanding like a whirlpool. The mountains and plains were filled with soldiers who had fled back. Just keep fighting. Whether to evacuate or not became an undecidable question before the Gallic army. In the end, the Gallic army felt that the Falcon Army was a greater threat and decided to suspend operations against the Slavs. Before the 30,000 Falcon Army could join the Slavs, Gather superior forces to hit it hard!

The Gallic army formed a long line of more than 4,000 meters on Salon's path. The clumsy and long formation may be able to siege a city, but it is definitely not suitable for field battles. It takes a while for an order to be passed from one end to the other, even on a fast horse. This is mainly because the Gallic army lacks unified command. Each unit does its own thing. The elite of the Northern Army of Gaul had already been exhausted in the Battle of Daniel on the Western Front. The current Northern Army of Gaul is just new troops and some local troops trained by Yarde for less than 2 months.

If Yalde is still in the north, maybe he can be twisted into a rope, but Yalde is not here! In order to show their abilities, the northern generals chose to take the initiative to launch an attack. "All the troops advance!" chanting the slogan, the Gallic army came in overwhelming numbers. They wanted to annihilate this Falcon Army with their superior strength.

"A bunch of stupid crumbling dogs!" Salon, a battle-hardened warrior, looked at the Gaul formation ahead. He sneered, "Arrow chariot ready!" He raised his hands with a cold face, facing the superior force without any fluctuation. When he decided to take the initiative to advance northward, Salon had already expected that the northern Gallic army would choose to give up the pursuit of the Slavs. , turned to deal with himself with all his strength, facing 30,000 Gaulish troops in front. He cunningly did not use the heavy weapons that the Imperial Legions were equipped with in May,

As he raised his hand, a faint sound of axles turning came from behind him. A hundred arrow carts, driven by more than two thousand Falcon soldiers, slowly lifted toward the sky, each time An arrow cart has two rows of three arrow barrels. One hundred units equals six hundred tubes. The predecessor of these arrow carts is the modified version of the Rode arrow cart, which is generally only equipped on the battleships of the Imperial Navy. With a stable bracket, the range can exceed three hundred steps for the first time. It has terrible penetrating and lethality. Can it penetrate the deck of an enemy warship? It is close to the strength of an ordinary ballista. It is not heavy and only requires four horses. It can be pulled away at will. It is a legion-level weapon that the empire began to popularize in May of this year.

Seeing that the Gallic army was about to enter the shooting range, the operators of the bow and arrow cart quickly became busy. He shouted loudly and shook the winch that pulled the bow string, "Load the preset target. Throw it one hundred meters ahead." The robbery bow string of the arrow cart made a tooth-breaking creaking sound as the winch pulled, and finally it was firmly buckled on the teeth at the back. on board. The crossbowman held a heavy crossbow arrow made of pig iron and quickly stuffed it into the arrow trough. Each arrow was specially made and was as thick as a small arm. The top was a half-moon-shaped sharp blade forged to increase the armor-piercing ability.

With such a sharp incision, even if a heavy cavalry is shot, a big hole will be broken out of it, let alone an ordinary infantryman. The four arrows on the side should be thinner, in order to allow it to move freely without rules. scattering. Therefore, the tail feathers were not set when casting the mold, and the dark pig iron shone with a chilling light.

"Forward!" The Gallic soldiers who were charging did not know that one of their feet had already stepped into the gate of hell. At a position of 200 meters, a heavy rain of metal poured down, shocking the frontline troops, and the rapid sound of crossbows. Like a rainstorm. The volleys from a hundred arrow carts were like sharp knives attacking the void in the cold night. Countless arrow clusters were cut from the direction of the falcon and shot in from the front of the densely packed Gallic soldiers. "Ah," I was shouting just now. The Gallic soldiers seemed to have been slapped to pieces.

Densely packed soldiers. It was like hitting an invisible wall, letting out a tragic scream, and the corpses all rolled down and were dragged for several meters.

"Attention, ah." Amid the astonishing impact, the body of a Gallic officer was shot directly from his horse. He flew heavily for several meters before falling, and was smashed into the mud below. The bright red human blood was instantly covered with blood. The muddy water in the room is stained red, and the Gaul steps in front Most of the soldiers were light infantry, and white cold light was seen in the crowd, making a sound similar to the breaking of flesh, like bamboo slices being broken by a knife. The front end of the bloody half-moon passed from the body of the arrow soldier, and at the rear There was even a bloody trace of blood,

Then he shot hard into another soldier's body, like a string of blood gourds inserted into the ground,

After many crossbow arrows without tail fins shot through the target, they circled in the air from the projection position, like a high-speed rotating top, and swept into the crowd behind them, breaking the bones of one soldier after another, and causing blood to rain everywhere.

"Oh my God!" Some timid Gallic soldiers were frightened by the sight in front of them, "Retreat, everyone retreat!" The stern shouts of the Gallic frontline officers made the Northern Army's offensive a mess, and the collapse in front was like There was a landslide, countless arrow clusters shot in from behind the Gauls who turned to flee, and corpses fell one by one.

Everyone hated themselves for missing two legs. The faces of the Gallic generals all looked ugly at this time. They felt that they had been tricked by the Falcon Army on the opposite side.

Even though they had such a powerful weapon, the enemy had been holding back until now to use it. The demoralized 16th Regiment was the first to retreat, and then more Gallic troops chose to retreat, just like a defeated wild dog facing the king of beasts, the lion.