Realm of Power

"Send the order, no arrows are allowed from 150 meters away!"

Reposti, the commander of the Fifth Flag of the Central Army, looked at the enemy like a rolling crowd and issued an order to the elite crossbowmen of the empire who had already drawn their bow strings. A trace of disappointment flashed on the faces of the crossbowmen who heard the order, 1 Although 150 Meters are the killing range of most imperial crossbows, but this data is useless for these elite crossbowmen.

The so-called elite crossbowmen, in the Falcon Army, which is known as one hundred thousand archers, the most basic standard is to be able to penetrate a piece of cloth fluttering in the wind with one arrow at a range of more than 120 meters. This requires an archer to be aware of the wind direction and environment. , they have an excellent grasp of form judgment, but it is more about the feel they have acquired through countless shootings. The crossbows in their hands are not the standard infantry crossbows of the empire, but have more terrifying lethality, capable of shooting in a hundred A sniper crossbow that can penetrate heavy infantry and heavy armor at fifty meters. This crossbow, which has undergone significant changes in range and bowstring, has more long-range lethality than other infantry crossbows, but its rate of fire is slow. It is the Imperial Military Research Institute It is a modified product of the existing third-generation infantry heavy crossbow. Because the range exceeds the limit of most crossbowmen's field of vision and requires the ability to hit the target with one arrow, only the elite among the elite are eligible to be equipped with this weapon. ,

Reposti, the commander of the Fifth Flag Regiment of the Central Army, is personally in charge. On his left is Zach, an elite shooter from the Sixth Flag Regiment.

He took a habitual half-crouching position and placed the heavy quiver filled with arrows on the ground while preparing. He carefully took out the arrows inside and inserted them under his feet one by one. He did this very carefully. , until the 20 standing arrows in the quiver were neatly arranged in a straight line by his feet, as if he was nodding his head in advance, his face was meticulous, he had better record an encounter with the Gauls. , one person shot and killed the captain and deputy infantry captain of the Gallic side, seventeen soldiers. One person and one arrow was almost equal to the combat power of half a team. After that battle, he was praised as a blood arrow by his colleagues.

"Blood Arrow Zach, how many are you going to kill this time?" A companion who was paying attention to the front asked in a low voice. It was Witte from Northern County, a marksman with the same name as him.

"Twenty!" Zach replied noncommittally. His sharp eyes were looking at a small black dot jumping in the distance. He gently pulled out the white tail feather of an upside-down crossbow arrow and put it into the shooting nest of the bronze crossbow trigger. .

"Let's compete to see who can catch the prey first!" A smile appeared on the corner of Vic's mouth, and the hand holding the crossbow was slowly raised, without even a trace of shaking. Through the aiming port of the crossbow, he His eyes never moved again. It was a Gallic officer wearing heavy yellow and white armor. He knew he was a big shot at first glance, because behind the Gallic officer stood a flag officer holding a battle flag.

"Speed ​​up. Rush over." The Gallic officer obviously did not realize that he had become the prey of others. He shouted loudly and drove away the soldiers. Large pieces of white snow fell from the sky, creating waves of white snow mist. Looking from a distance, the distant horizon is completely blurred in white. In this confused world, the ground is crushed by the advancing pace of the Gauls.

I saw snowflakes flying, a hundred meters away, almost covered with a layer of hoarfrost-like salt. A thick and long dense black line emerged, and the cold light of the weapon flashed with a terrifying light.

"The shield gunner is in front of "200 meters position"

The Gallic heavy infantry trained and began to leave in an orderly manner. They were like a steel wall walking at the forefront, with red tassels flying on their heads. The armor on their bodies turned black and blue due to the cold air, and their shields were painted with golden copper strips. It is in the shape of a Gallic eagle, with an unusually strong body, like a ferocious beast, with long spears protruding from the gaps in the military formation formed by shields. Against the backdrop of the white snow, it is like a piece of cold light surging in front and spreading out, forming a concave inclined surface. The simple and clear lines reveal a razor-like killing, as if the entire salt-alkali land is cut from the side. open

"Prepare,"

Reposti looked at the Gauls' queue passing the stones that had been marked in advance to represent the distance of the 150-meter line. With a solemn expression, he slowly raised his hand as a bait to be thrown into Furnas Lake. The fat man put it into Lake Furnas. All elite crossbowmen from the three infantry flag regiments of the Imperial Central Army were allocated to He, the attack line composed of 586 elite crossbowmen is the biggest support of the entire defense line. "Shoot!" Riposti's raised hand fell violently, "Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!" The bow strings that were stretched to the extreme were emitted at the same time like raindrops. The sound of falling to the ground, countless white lines flying into the sky,

"Ah" the Gaulish heavy infantry held up their shields, and the dazzling cold light fell like raindrops. The Gauls who shouted and charged were 'shot' and knocked over an entire team of a thousand men. This was due to the special care of the elite crossbowmen. The place where the name stands out The shaking Gallic officer's body was covered with more than a dozen arrow clusters, two of which pierced his throat in a cross-like pattern. The Gallic officer's head was almost cut off from his neck, Gululu Drooping on the corpse, in the first place The Gallic commanders, who were a little confused under the attack of the wave, shouted to boost the morale of the soldiers, "Stay steady, don't mess up! As long as you get close to the distance, the enemy's shooters will run away! Rush over and kill them all!" The supervisory team at the back, Amidst the hysterical and crazy shouts, "Go forward, victory is ahead! Go forward, anyone who retreats without authorization will be killed! We have three times as many people as they do." Under various psychological effects, the timid Gallic troops obviously became much braver, and the army formation rolled. Charge forward,

"Shoot!" The sharp arrows struck again like a waterfall from the sky, and for a moment the world was filled with terrifying shocking sounds.

"Pa, pa, pa," huge round stones and arrows as dense as raindrops were like a heavy hammer violently bombarding the bodies of the Gallic soldiers, and bright red human blood was like waves splashing on the hard rock wall. "Pfft "Puff puff!" The sound of sharp arrows piercing into flesh and bones was heard one after another. The distance had been extended to a hundred meters. Tens of thousands of arrows were flying in the air on both sides, and flashes of flashes could be seen constantly. The bright metal waterfall flows backwards from bottom to top! Snowflakes fly across the snow, and the tree trunks on the roadside are full of cracks. With this desperate attack, the 30,000 Gaulish troops are unable to survive. Afraid of sacrifice, they were filled with corpses step by step. On the battlefield where the north wind was whistling, the fresh lives that were still running and jumping when they set out in the morning were now lying quietly on the cold winter wilderness.

"Kill!" The first group of Gallic infantry ran into the Falcon infantry. In such a narrow range, the shields of both sides were against their shields, and the heavy spears collided. The Falcon Army's spears penetrated the Gallic heavy infantry. of armor. The spiked flail of the Gallic heavy infantry hit the shoulder armor of the Falcon heavy infantry hard. Blood splashed out from the bodies of both warriors almost at the same time. Shields shattered, swords flashed, and bright red blood spurted from the chests of the broken bodies into the air. The two sides were like two entangled dragons. Rolling up countless pieces of snow between heaven and earth,

The intensity of the battle has exceeded the expectations of the commanders of both sides, given the equal numbers. The three heavy infantry squadrons specially drawn from the two central army flag regiments, which are the best at defense, are superior in terms of martial arts and experience. In the first encounter, the Gallic troops at the front collapsed into a thousand-man squadron.

The Koreans, who thought that as long as they could get closer, they could defeat the enemy's central army, suddenly found out that they were so wrong. These guys in heavy armor in front of them were killing people like chopping vegetables, just like seeing an insurmountable wall. Line-like corpses of his colleagues fell at the feet of these metal monsters. The opponent's spear was very vicious and almost fatal in one shot. The sharp and strange long sword in his hand was even more powerful in close combat. Skillfully slit the throat of their opponents, they were like a group of killing machines, stabbing and hacking the charging Gallic infantry to death. He kicked the corpse down hard with his feet, and the Gallic infantry who rushed forward to fight hand to hand were pushed back.

"My Lord. Lord Paola's troops have arrived!"

Hong Dubai was anxious about his reckless attack. One of the attendants pointed at the reinforcements in the distance and shouted. Following the direction of the attendant's finger, Hong Dubai's eyes lit up and he saw a group of hundreds of people. The long line of Gallic hussars emerged from a bush on the left wing like ghosts The center was exposed first, like a sharp knife suddenly revealed, and it struck hard at the flank of the Falcon Army that was fighting fiercely. The fierce battle lasted until 3:07 in the afternoon, when another Gaulish force arrived on the battlefield, and under the light In the direction of the cavalry's march, countless battle flags were fluttering in the wind.

"Asshole, this guy is like this every time..."

Hondubai cursed angrily. If Paula's troops could advance earlier, he would not have to issue the order for a frontal attack before. Paula, the commander of the New 9th Infantry Regiment of Gaul, stared at the attack of the 5th Infantry Regiment on his horse. , with three times the strength, was actually pushed back. This made him once again look at the Falcon Army's combat power with surprise.

"That's it!"

Paul watched the horse hooves of hundreds of Gallic light cavalry trample into the white frost-like lake surface with a sneer on his lips. He was wearing a gorgeous white armor and a gold horn helmet on his head. Look. He looked majestic, and he believed that the young men sent out The cavalry will put the Falcon Army into a difficult situation. As long as the defense line is shaken, the main force of infantry will be sent to cut off the Falcon Army's retreat. It will definitely be able to cut and strangle the intruding Falcon Army on the shores of Sina Lake. Paul's name will surely shock Gaul,

"Attention, flankers!"

The Falcon Army, who noticed the approach of the light cavalry, was a little panicked. Following the order, a row of crossbowmen turned around neatly and raised their compound infantry crossbows to aim at the roaring light cavalry. The ground was fighting slightly under their feet, and everyone's expressions were confused. Somewhat white, on the left side of the queue, the commander was constantly using his best strength to shout "Hold on!" to the archers who were raising the crossbows. The tight sound of the bow string being pulled down to the top, Like a thin string that made everyone hold their breath, at this moment, even the wind and snow in front of them seemed to have stopped for a moment. In the direction of the arrow reflected in the cold light, the Gallic light cavalry was galloping like a frenzy, and the horse's hooves rolled up the ground. The white earth formed whirling white vortices, just like the snowflakes suddenly flying in the sky. They were all trampled to pieces by the heavy horseshoes wrapped in metal armor.

"Hold on!" The crossbowmen gritted their teeth, overcoming the fear of facing the cavalry's frontal impact, and painful blood remained from the corners of their mouths. You must also try to make your trembling hands as stable as a rock, like statues frozen in the wind and snow. Only those eyes with vengeful flames are staring at the Gallic light cavalry that is quickly attacking a hundred meters away. . The advantage of archers lies in their long range. As long as they get close, the archers are the targets waiting to be slaughtered. The distance of 100 meters is only a few seconds for the galloping cavalry. Even the most experienced archers can only shoot two arrow clusters. time

"Go forward and crush them!"

The Gallic light cavalry looked at the enemy who was less than a hundred meters away, and suddenly let out a passionate shout, and the leading officer drew his sword. He shouted to the men behind him. In his mind, he could already imagine the spectacular scene of the enemy falling like split straw. The scream of being trampled to death by a war horse was always so beautiful, with the thunder of the horse's hooves. Like dark clouds covering the sky and the earth. With arrogant momentum, he wanted to trample the Falcon crossbowman on the opposite side into pieces. "Plop!" A sharp arrow drew a quick white line from a distance, and penetrated deeply into the Gallic light cavalry commander's chest. neck

"Lord Rita"

The Gallic light cavalry following him stared at their captain in stunned silence as an arrow cluster penetrated his throat from the front and side. The powerful impact even caused his light cavalry armor to explode from the front, bringing up a cloud of fire. Blood flew out of the horse like a rabbit that was shot during hunting, and splashed onto the pale faces of other cavalrymen.

"Attention, there are enemies!"

The Gallic light cavalry felt a chill in their minds at the same time, and their eyes tried hard to search for the direction in which the arrows were coming. "Pu Chi" is another white line shooting from the direction of the lake surface that is as smooth as a lens. The wind blows, making the white fog on the lake surface lessened, revealing the embankment on the opposite side of the lake.

"Then... what is it!" A Gallic light cavalry looked blankly at a whole row of small black dots standing at the other end of the lake, all densely packed with shooters. He saw an officer of the Falcon Army suddenly Dropping his hand, it seemed that the air in front of him was shaking, and he saw countless white lines flying towards you like blooming flowers. "Attention. It's the enemy's shooter!" The light cavalry's face suddenly became extremely pale. , the voice he yelled with all his strength has not yet completely fallen, bang! Snap! Snap! The companions running in front and side have been turned into hedgehogs by countless arrow clusters.

Countless luminous white threads burst out from the curtain on the other side of the lake. Mixed in with the sound of snowflakes falling from the sky, it was like a nebula suddenly emerging from the ground. The dazzling metallic flash went straight up into the sky, and then drew white streaks of light high up. The light spot falls rapidly,

"Bah bang bang!" The Gallic light cavalry fell on their backs, and the light cavalry's equipment could not withstand the crossbows. Hundreds of Gallic light cavalry seemed to have hit an invisible wall. Beautiful and strange arcs struck from the side like a storm, covering the heads of the light cavalry. The specially-made Mitsubishi armor-piercing arrows were not even sharp. It penetrated the unprotected body of the light cavalry without any hindrance, pierced into their flesh, and brought out a blood. The light cavalry who was hit by the arrow swayed on the war horse, and rolled over from the galloping war horse as if he had lost his balance. Falling down, his heavy body was smashed into the snow on the ground,

"Bastard, are they reinforcements from the Falcon Army!"

Seeing that the inevitable blow failed like this, Paul from behind punched the saddle angrily. He heard the cheers from the Falcon Army on the opposite side. At 3:17 in the afternoon, the Sixth Flag Regiment of the Imperial Central Army Thirteen thousand troops arrived on the battlefield. At this time, the Falcon Emperor's total strength was 23,000 and the Gallic Emperor's 54,000. The strength ratio was 2:1.

On the frontal battlefield of the battle, the corpses were covered with dense white arrow clusters and tail feathers. The human blood gathered underneath was like flowers blooming on the blood-colored soil. The corpses were covered with snow, but they were covered with snow. The new human blood melted, dyeing the ground a shocking red,

Hondubai and Paul, who joined forces, re-adjusted their attack plan. The frontal combat was still left to Hondubai's infantry regiment, while Paul placed his troops on the flanks to contain another Falcon Army unit that had just arrived on the battlefield. , after a short correction, the Gauls' offensive became more fierce. The infantry held their shields and rushed from the front without any scruples. The fighting continued into the evening. A large number of arrow clusters were consumed, causing the frontal Falcon Army's strike power to drop sharply. Amidst a burst of vibrations that tore the air, fewer and fewer arrow clusters fell. At Lu Ren's feet, sharp arrow clusters were inserted into the snow, and on the shield wall in the front row, there was a crisp knocking sound like raindrops.

"Don't stop, keep charging! They are almost out of arrows!"

Hondubo, who was attacking from the front, was extremely excited. The sharp spears of the Gallic infantry began to be lowered in rows behind the shields. In the eighth attack, the Gauls' superiority in strength became apparent, and the excellent imperial heavy infantry also began to show physical strength. The attenuation is serious, and the casualties are beginning to expand. Knock, knock." The sound of dense metal collisions sounded full of tragedy under the darkening sky.

"Sir, the Sixth Flag Regiment has sent a message. They are behind the scenes and we are retreating."

A bloody messenger cavalry jumped off his horse and reported to Reposti, commander of the fifth legion of the Central Army of the Falcon Empire, who was resting on a tree trunk and injured in three places.

"Is it time to retreat? Riposti stood up unsteadily, holding on to the tree trunk, and looked up at the almost dark sky. From noon to night, more than half of the 11,000-strong Fifth Flag Regiment was lost. , even he, the commander of the flag, was on board, and the Gauls suffered a lot of battle losses. The area below Reposti was almost full of The pile of corpses that fell to the ground without even a foothold swore that the Gauls' battle losses were at least twice as much as their own. If not, cut off his Ribosti's head and kick it as a ball. Instead, it would be used as a check for each other. The Sixth Banner Regiment of the Central Army and the Gallic army on the opposite side only collided with each other a few times, with less than a thousand casualties.

"Order all teams to retreat!" Riposti took a deep breath and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Retreat from the lake!" (To be continued...)