Realm of Power

winter river valley

The sun shines on the earth, and the snow slowly melts in the sunshine. Some strong-growing herbaceous plants rise and fall in the wind, stretching their lonely figures to their heart's content.

There are no flowers or trees here, only an unknown weed, which the locals call multistep grass. They can grow tenaciously on the partitions full of stones, and tenaciously poke out their figures in the formidable rock crevices. This kind of licorice greedily absorbs the sunlight to make up for the lack of its own foundation, and the scouts' horse hooves step on it. The river that stretches into the distance before your eyes is very thickly frozen. Long icicles hang upside down on the nearby bridge, like a long arch formed by a huge crystal clear side.

It can be seen that in the unfrozen assembly, this is a fertile river bed.

Falcon Army Scout Captain Roca Bull rode a war horse and led a dozen or so people to carefully cross the river, which was not conducive to hiding. The black armor looked very dazzling in the white lake and mountains. Their eyes were watching the river warily. opposite,

Their mission is to monitor the Gallic army and report every move of the Gallic army to the Legion Headquarters in a timely manner. This is an order from the Legion Headquarters.

After crossing the river, Rocabul climbed up a small hill and looked around. His pupils tightened unnaturally. What's going on? Even though he had seen various situations, he was confused by the situation in front of him. The Gallic army originally stationed here disappeared. The place where the Gallic army was stationed yesterday was empty now.

"What the hell, where did all the Gauls die?"

Rocabourg felt angrily and felt a chill coming from his back. His eyes swept across the empty camp on the opposite side without blinking. There were 40,000 to 50,000 Gallic troops. If it was an evacuation, it would not be an evacuation, but there would be some. Other offensive operations. ,

"Do you think you were afraid of our invitation to fight, so you ran away in advance?" Another scout next to him said in confusion.

"This shouldn't be the case, even if they don't agree to fight. There is no possibility of all evacuation!" Rocabourg is a veteran scout. After confirming that the surroundings were completely safe, he immediately rushed to the original camp of the Gallic troops. , at the gate of the camp, he saw many people’s footprints, There were also deep marks on the carriage wheel axle. With a bit of dignity, Rocabul jumped off the horse quickly, squatted down and picked up a handful of wet soil on the ground where there were most footprints. He lifted it to the position of his nose and used his fingers hard. , the wet soil fell into pieces. Rocabul took a deep breath carefully.

"How's it going? Can you tell the time?" the companion next to him asked eagerly.

Rockabul raised his head, looked in the east direction, and said in a low voice in confusion, "It's strange. Judging from the soil quality, the enemy's withdrawal did not last more than three hours, which means that the enemy just evacuated! And... "..." Rockbull glanced at the rows of wooden fences still standing around the camp. There are some debris left on the ground, which looks very messy. It must have been hurriedly evacuated after receiving some emergency order!

"Lachso, you return to the White Mountains immediately and report this situation to the legion headquarters!" Rocabourg stood up, his eyes flashing brightly, and he shouted to his subordinates behind him, "In order to ensure that the Gauls will not come back again, Everyone else is following me and paying close attention to the situation here! "

"Yes! Captain." More than a dozen scouts responded loudly, all of them experienced Central Army scouts. Without any special instructions or arrangements, a dozen scouts quickly arranged them at various hidden spots nearby according to their own characteristics. Time passed by and Rockbull squatted on a rock. The temperature in winter is very low. This is the wilderness close to the river bed, and the temperature is even lower. Even a senior waiter like Rock Bull has turned purple from the cold at this time. He has thick cotton clothes on his body to keep out the cold, but he is naked. Leaking hands and feet is always inevitable,

"Captain, I think the Gauls really ran away!" The voice of a young scout came from beside him. This young scout was about 23 or 24 years old. Under his flaxen hair, there was a pair of curious eyes. Don't dare to leave the front.

"If that's the case, we'll make a lot of money!"

Rockbull smiled slightly, and the scar on his face would jump up and down every time he spoke, squeezing into an angle, looking particularly ferocious. He has long been accustomed to this type of scars, and it is not surprising. As the leading soldiers of the army, it is common for army scouts to encounter enemy scouts. Only those who can come back alive are qualified to be called skilled scouts.

"You know, if the Gauls give up here, there will no longer be any danger from the White Mountains to Antura!"

Rockbull quietly leaned out half of his body and looked in the direction of the White Mountains behind him. He now hoped that Lachso, who was delivering the message, could hurry up, because before the army arrived, the Gaulish troops might return to this area at any time. And if the Falcon Army can arrive before the Gauls return, Antura, an important town in northern Gaul, will face the Falcon Army's attack.

Today's luck was good for the Falcon Army. Salon, who received the scout's report, hesitated for a moment and felt that this was a good fighter opportunity. The Gauls gave up the defense line in the valley. Why didn't he take the opportunity to get through this choke point?

He immediately ordered the troops to assemble, and then set off from the White Mountains to the Antura defense line. The valley is a valley that is concave in the mountains from the White Mountains to Antura. Because the Biya River that crosses Antura originates from here, it is also called The valley is a dangerous terrain with only one road accessible. The 10th, 11th and 12th Infantry Regiments of the Gallic Northern Army came from behind the White Mountains. Withdrew, he stationed himself in the river valley, like a gate, blocking Baishan from peeping towards Antura. Therefore, Salon did not immediately advance towards Antura after occupying Baishan. The total strength of the three infantry regiments of the Northern Army exceeded 50,000. People must defend according to danger. In normal combat situations, they cannot attack the valley without paying double the damage.

By two o'clock in the afternoon, a thousand of the fastest cavalry arrived in the valley. The Gauls did not come, so a thousand cavalry quickly launched a search across the valley to avoid this being a trap for the enemy. After inspection, it was confirmed that this place had indeed been abandoned by the Gauls.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, 20,000 troops led by Salon arrived. At this time, news of the discovery of the Gaulish army came from the opposite side. Salon walked up to the heights of the valley and raised the lookout glass in his hand. About ten miles away from the river valley, I saw a Gallic army slowly coming towards this side. On the battle flag fluttering in the wind was a red moon emblem.

"Haha, Bi Danjun!" Salon grinned slightly.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, the Bidan army led by Duke Simon finally reached the valley. Duke Simon looked at the strange calm in front of him and seemed to feel a little dissatisfied. In the desolate snowy wilderness, there are only stones and weeds. The breeze is blowing the weeds, and the heights are uneven. In addition, the river is more than fifty meters wide and frozen in the middle. This is the landscape of the river valley

"We're already here, why hasn't anyone come to greet us yet?"

Duke Simon felt a trace of anger burning and muttered to himself that when he arrived, he would definitely deal with these lazy and disrespectful guys. He raised his hand. Without much hesitation, he shouted "Forward!" to the 30,000 Bidan troops behind him with great momentum. The armored army stepped into the frozen river in front, but at this moment, there was a faint sound coming from the other side of the river. The sound of horse hooves.

"Notice!"

The officers of Bidan Army stopped and were all slightly startled.

Everyone looked at the other side of the river in unison, and Duke Simon raised his head curiously. His face suddenly became ugly, and he almost fell off his horse. The sound of horse hooves, where did the Northern Army come from? If it wasn't the Northern Army, then it could only be the Falcon Army.

Woohoo! "

The long sound of the horn echoed in the sky several miles wide. A group of black-armored light cavalry first appeared in front, followed by a large group of infantry. He was in a daze for only ten seconds. The extremely fast light cavalry had already attacked from the heights on the opposite side like a torrent. "Shua", they neatly drew their swords with a flash of sword light, and the vibration of the horse's hooves shook the river, "

"Is this an attack?"

Seeing the situation in front of him, Duke Simon, who had always been selfish, shuddered on his horse. He couldn't figure out how the opponent's Falcon Empire could get here when there were tens of thousands of Gallic troops ahead. Moreover, what could the opponent's cavalry of about a thousand people do against his own 30,000 Bidan army? use?

"Come here, order us to stop the opponent's cavalry with all our strength!"

Duke Simon shouted loudly. He was still on the other side of the river. As a military commander, when his order was conveyed, he saw that the troops in front were in chaos because the troops were still stranded on the river. He saw fierce killings on the other side. The incoming Falcon Army cavalry immediately became a mess on the ice, kill! The assault group composed of a thousand cavalry was now like an unstoppable sharp knife piercing into the Bidan Army infantry group on the river.

"Papa"

The situation did not develop as Duke Simon had imagined. Before the order to block was sent to the front, the unorganized Gallic infantry immediately scattered and flew away from the impact like a bowling ball that was hit. When we got out, the scene was like a heavy hammer hitting the water, causing countless splashes. The Gallic infantry who were still on the ice were completely stunned. There were swords flying above their heads, and countless water splashes in front of them. The tall war horses came like giant beasts,

The human body is as thin as a piece of paper that can be pierced by a poke, and countless blood explodes in all directions. The bodies of compatriots are like straw being rolled into pieces by the hooves of the cavalry. Looking at the hot blood in the chest in front of them, Sprayed out half a meter high,

"Oh my god"

A Gallic soldier at the back was so frightened that he dropped his weapon, turned around and ran away. There were many people like him. If you looked over from a high place, you would see an explosion in front of the cavalry on the attack surface. The blood flowers bloomed, and behind them were the Gallic soldiers running back like collapsing building blocks.

"Surround them, there aren't many of them!"

The nearby Gallic commanders shouted anxiously. They believed that compared to the 30,000-strong Bidan army, the strike surface formed by just a thousand light cavalry was not a concern. As long as they could stop the opponent's offensive, they would be fine. There was a reversal. The commanders of the Bidan Army who firmly believed in this point rushed to attack with their personal guards. As Duke Simon's direct officers, these Gallic officers showed their incomparable loyalty to Duke Simon at the critical moment.

The two streams of iron finally collided together, bang bang bang. The war horses staggered, and blood spattered from the war horses and the broken knight's sword. The horse's hooves stepped hard on the blood on the ground. The battle-hardened Imperial light cavalry was like a guillotine that kept squeezing forward and hit the opponent hard. At the same time, the war horses neighed, and people rolled down from the galloping war horses, shields, armors, weapons, and bodies, because the distance was too close. Everything that can hit becomes a powerful weapon to attack the opponent.

The personal combat capabilities of the personal cavalry of the Gallic commander were outstanding, but in such a complete chaotic situation, there was no room for their outstanding martial arts to be used. There were scattered infantry in front of them. The cavalry guards could only choose to evade in a panic, and then fought on their own, unable to form a battle formation.

The Falcon Light Cavalry on the opposite side swarmed in without any scruples.

Usually three or four are facing off against one bodyguard cavalry at the same time. The war horses crisscrossed past each other like galloping swords. The cavalry guards were able to block the sword from the left, but were hit by the sword from the right. They were unable to block the spear from the right, and another bloody cavalry spear was struck from the left. ,

In the crowded and chaotic flow of people. The Guards Cavalry had no room to dodge. No matter how powerful they were, they would be knocked off their horses and disrupt the battle. Forming their own advantage in a small area was already an instinct honed by the Falcon Army in many years of bloody battles, not to mention among them. Many light cavalrymen were of Kugit origin. They have an amazing performance in the tacit understanding of the encirclement. They are like gorgeous flying butterflies, using their extremely sharp wings and a dazzling burst of cooperation to easily cut off the target's head.

Among the people who died in the battle was Simon's personal guard captain Greenthier. His tall body was like a mountain when he was riding on a war horse. The heavy armor on his body was so heavy that the war horse was panting. He was waving his giant long sword crazily. With his sword, he cut down one of his defeated troops with one sword, and then cut off two Falcon light cavalrymen from their horses. He was immediately shot in the shoulder by the crossbow of the light cavalry in charge of covering the position. At the same time, two sharp assault spears of the light cavalry penetrated from his front, and he was surrounded on three sides.

"Grintil!" Duke Simon watched his bodyguard captain fall down like a porcupine, his eyes bloodshot. He was so angry that he yelled curses behind him.

He couldn't figure it out. His Bidan Army numbered 30,000 people. He was an elite tiger and wolf division armed with almost the power of the entire north. But now, the opponent's invasion force was only a thousand light cavalry. Why did he have such high hopes? Bi Dan's army was so vulnerable that it completely collapsed.

In June, Duke Simon felt distressed when he saw his troops squeezing and breaking under the enemy's horse hooves, like dry wheat stalks, losing the support of their formation. The relatively thin infantry was staggered by the impact, and there were heads all over the ground. Rolling around, blood stained the ice below. It was all his hard work, something he had high hopes for, and now it was trampled to the ground mercilessly by the Falcon Army.

Salon's war horse leaped onto the mound opposite the Winter River Valley. A group of infantrymen holding heavy shields emerged from behind him like a black line. The crossbowmen drew the strings of their crossbows from high places, and countless arrow clusters were fired. Crowding and collapsing downwards The Gallic infantry poured down, and the world was filled with terrible shocking sounds. Arrows as dense as raindrops violently bombarded the crowds of people below, like waves hitting the hard rock wall, turning into splashes. Horrible bright red

The Gallic soldiers fell on the ice with arrows. Most of them were not shot, but trampled to death by the chaotic feet of their own compatriots.

The corpses of the completely frightened Gallic Bidan army were piled into small mounds on the cold ice, and the blood stained the ice below red. The wounded soldiers were pressed in the pile of corpses and screamed for help. No one had time to spare. Reason, the injured soldier crawled among the corpses, cried hysterically, and let out a scream of terror. This was a sign of mental breakdown.

The 15,000 infantrymen of the Salon Army began to step into the river! Three phalanxes of 5,000 people, with heavy and rhythmic footsteps, even the surface of the river was trembling. The sharp spears looked extremely ferocious in the black light of the empire.

On both wings of the infantry phalanx, the light cavalry who were the first to attack began to return.

They proudly spared an arc and punched through the opposing Gallic army. The cavalrymen seemed to have been washed with blood. Although two-thirds of the light cavalry fell on the river, the rest Everyone is more or less injured, but every light cavalryman holds his head up proudly. In this battle, they are the protagonists.

In this battle, a thousand cavalry defeated an enemy of 30,000, which was enough for the empire's light cavalry to be recorded in the history of the empire's military. Salon, who was originally prepared to have a good fight with the Bidan army, did not expect to win so easily. Apart from the corpses on the opposite river, The defeated troops of Gaul were fleeing over the mountains and plains, like a group of frightened ducks, without even the courage to look back.

"It's strange. If Bidan's army is here, where are the Northern troops who were originally here?" Salon's eyes showed a bit of confusion.

The Battle of the River Valley was a huge irony of Duke Simon's equipment-only theory. This military commander believed that as long as the equipment is good, combat effectiveness will be strong. When he over-emphasized armaments, he ignored the war itself, which is a human war. When it comes to equipment, The Bidan Army is second to none in the north, but when it comes to combat experience, it has only been formed for less than two months. Most of the battles have been spent in training. They are not at all the real army that was forged by the war in northern Gaul. What the Northern Army can match,

In a truly high-intensity, high-outbreak tragic encounter, troops without any combat experience are simply the targets of massacre.

Walking on the red ice that was more than a mile long, the Salonian army crossed the valley. In this battle, Duke Simon's most elite Bidan army lost more than 17,000 soldiers, while the Salonian army suffered less than 1,000 casualties. This was the most incredible encounter in the war in northern Gaul.