Realm of Power

Volume 3: Overlord’s Continent] 754 Carbine (4)

754 carbine (4)

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In Staros City, a "fierce" battle is going on.

Clusters of flying arrows kept shuttling between the two sides, arcs of death streaking across the sky like locusts, shooting into the ranks of soldiers on both sides.

From time to time, soldiers from both sides can be seen. In order to compete for the initiative, these soldiers intensively suppressed each other and fell down after being hit by arrows.

"Attack" As the soldiers from both armies shouted hoarsely, several black lines collided together in front of the Staros city wall. The loud fighting sounds echoed through the sky, and the bright red blood stained the earth.

"Kill, kill, kill." The siege infantry pierced the enemy's body with their spears, and pulled them out with blood. Holding thick and tall heavy shields in their hands, they formed a neat military formation and pushed forward, like a shrinking triangle, from three The direction kept squeezing the southern noble army behind the city wall, fighting with spears,

The arrow hit the shield in the hands of the heavy infantry, and bounced away with a crisp sound. Many soldiers in the back row were hit by arrows that fell from their heads, and screamed in agony. Stooped and fell down in formation

Seeing a thousand-man team in front slowly withdrawing from the front, a heavy infantry squadron leader squatted half-crouched on the ground full of dirt and blood, using the giant shield in his hand to block his whole body, while "chou" came out from the ground. "Chā" heavy spear on the ground, while shouting to his subordinates who stood up and half-crouched in the same posture.

"The third team is all ready! Whoever rushes to the city wall first, I will promote him to captain."

"We must win, we must win!" The entire row of heavy infantry stood up and roared fiercely. The moment the words were spoken,

"Hoo!" A harsh whistling sound passed through the top of the head, almost covering up the shouts of the soldiers. "Papa" a round stone bomb plunged into the queue behind like a meteor, hitting the bodies of several soldiers. , crushing a bloody road,

There was no wave on the unmoved face of the heavy infantry captain. He just stared at the city wall shooting from the front with his bloodshot and cold eyes. It seemed that there was no movement at all. I didn't realize that just now, several lives had been taken away in a tragic way.

This is the Northern Army that besieged Staros City. The Saron Army has experienced many major battles. Death has long been meaningless to these experienced veterans. They want to seize glory and wealth, and regain their position as the first army of the Falcon Dynasty. , is what the Northern Army desires most.

Since the First World War in the West, the Western Army came from behind and became the boss of all the armies. The Northern Army has been at war with the Western Army. What's more, in this battle, both sides have placed nearly a million bets, which is 50 Around 10,000 gold coins, if spread evenly to each soldier, would be close to a year's income.

At the beginning of this bet, the entire Northern Army was already fully motivated. After conquering the original target, they pushed eastward non-stop.

The sound of the trombone representing the attack came from the direction of the formation, "Stand up! Attack!" the hoplite captain shouted, and there was a sound of metal armor rubbing together, and countless spears were raised. The polished steel shield shone with a red halo under the firelight, like a layer of sparkling river surface.

"One, two, three" followed by waves of "excited" and "roaring" uniform shouts came from below the siege vehicle. The huge siegeer slowly leaned on the siege amidst the creaking sound. The soldiers below held up their shields. , squirming like a swarm of ants, making the defenders’ scalp numb.

Amidst the loud and orderly footsteps, tens of thousands of heavy infantrymen lined up in a square formation, following the slogans and the tall siege tower like a giant, slowly pushed forward towards the city wall.

"Shoot and never let them get close!"

Scattered arrow clusters on the top of the city were shot out from the shooting tower, but these were of no use to the falcon army holding a large siege shield. They became more targets for the falcon sniper crossbowmen. . 4∴8065Archers keep falling from the arrow tower

200 meters away from the city, "Load!" With a shout, beside dozens of temporarily assembled small trebuchets, soldiers were busy loading crude oil projectiles into the trebuchet's frame. ,

More than a dozen shirtless and strong slingshot drivers pulled the winch with both hands, making a "crack" sound. As the squad leader waved his arm,

"Hoo, hoo, hoo" hundreds of crude oil projectiles the size of wine bottles fell on the walls of the fortress like flowers scattered from the sky. Only a violent rumbling sound was heard, and the city wall, which was already filled with smoke, was instantly covered by a wall of fire that spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. The yellow flames shot up more than ten meters high like a volcano.

At the base camp of the Southern Noble Army, dozens of angry-looking Southern nobles were gathering in front of Commander-in-Chief Tazar's house to make a noise. The war had reached this level, but the Commander-in-Chief only shut himself up. No one is seen in the room,

"Marquis Riddy, the commander-in-chief has gone to the front line to supervise the battle. Please go back first!" A guard knight stopped the nobles from trying to push away the big 'mén's hands.

"Who are you kidding? From noon to now, I have been waiting outside. Not to mention supervising the battle, I have not even seen a mosquito named Tazar! If this coward is not in this room, I will chop off his head. "Come down and hang up the big 'mén'." The leader was a bald old nobleman. He glared fiercely at the guard knight.

This old nobleman's name is Riddy, a border lord in the southern Sargos region. Because he is close to the border, he has participated in many wars against the Nords. It is said that his sword is inlaid with a blue "bo". Le Gem’s knight’s sword is the sword of a Nord army commander.

He is senior, even in the regular Southern Army, he can be regarded as a veteran with great reputation. At this moment, under his angry eyes, the guard knight felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. Several younger ones The guarding knight even subconsciously avoided his gaze.

"Tazar, you coward, coward!"

Taking advantage of the guard knight's absence, a young nobleman behind the old man pushed the guard in front of him unceremoniously and kicked open the closed large "mén" in front of him, but all they saw was an empty bedroom.

"Tazar ran away, Tazar ran away!" The nobles looked at everything in front of them in disbelief. Only then did they realize that none of the guarding knights who had stopped them had run away.

"Tap. The crisp sound of horse hooves sounded from down the hillside.

"Battle report, frontline battle report!" A messenger from the Falcon Dynasty rode a war horse and rushed into the Falcon Army's main formation at lightning speed. Nearby, a main battle flag regiment of the Central Army was passing through.

The mail armor on the soldiers made a rustling sound in the dark night, and the heavy spears in their hands shone coldly in the night. The silver moonlight shone on this man, who was shouting and marching from the formation. , on the passing messengers,

His excited shouts attracted the side glances of the soldiers of the Central Army marching along the road. A squadron leader of Vecchia, who was urging the advance, turned around and shouted to the messengers who were flying by.

"Tusol! Why are you running in such a hurry? Did you pick up something good again?" The messenger reined in the war horse and raised the battle report in his hand to him. The war horse jumped up on its front hooves and made an uncontrollable voice of excitement. , shouted indistinctly

"A great victory! A great victory for our army! Lord Ensant's Second Banner Regiment has descended on Fort Vendigo, and Lord Crolisat's army is advancing towards Staros, capturing countless prisoners along the way!"

"Damn! We were overtaken by those guys from the west again."

Hearing the glorious results of the Western Army, the squadron leader of the Central Army suddenly became jealous. He turned around with an angry face, waved to the soldiers who were walking, pointed at the fiery red sky in the distance and shouted, "Come on, it's cheaper." They are all taken over by others. We, the Central Army, can't just drink soup without eating "meat"! Take down Staros, everyone has enough wine and "meat"!

The fat man's horse was riding on a high hill in the rear, looking seriously at the battlefield in the distance. The rising and falling firelight reflected half of the sky red, and made everyone's pupils flicker. In the dimming firelight in the distance, the military formations attacking the city wall were like black spots. The ear-splitting sound of fighting was faintly heard along with the sound of the wind, arousing blood boiling in people's hearts.

On the vast plain behind him, in addition to the two heavy infantry flag regiments that were heading towards Staros, there were also 3,000 Guards Cavalry that were also advancing quickly towards the direction of the fire in the distance.

The last 13,000 fully armed Central Army elites to arrive will be the last straw to crush the Southern Noble Army, supporting the Saronian Northern Army that is attacking Staros 3 miles away. Talos is worthy of being the last line of defense in Fort Saskatchewan, the base camp of the southern noble army. The most elite 16,000 noble troops among the 80,000 noble troops are stationed here. They are the most relied upon by the noble military leader Tazar. army,

Although the advancement of the Salon Army is not slow, because it is the heavy infantry army that is the main battle, and Staros is the farthest and strongest fortress among the six cities,

Therefore, the fierce fighting continued until dusk in the afternoon, when Fatty received the report that the Saron Army had broken through the outer defenses of Staros and attacked the core city of Staros.

"Your Majesty! The enemy has too many arrow towers! Attack the city wall"

The guard hurried over with the battle report that had just been sent. The fat man turned around, waved his hand to the guard and said, "Don't read it. Tell Salon that I will give him another 13,000 people, no matter what the cost." When the sun rises tomorrow morning, I want to see the Falcon flag flying above the city of Staros, otherwise, he will not come to see me! "

"Yes! Your Majesty" the guard nodded and left.

Central General Hu Keqili came up from behind and said with a puzzled face, "Your Majesty, our army conquered five fortresses in one go, why didn't Palavon Kyoto react at all?

If the initial attack was considered a surprise attack, and now it has been a day of "fierce" fighting, the Palavon side should have known how to avoid it, but there is no information indicating that.

Palavon has plans to rescue the south. Are they just going to watch the six cities that serve as a barrier fall? "

"Haha, if you want to gain something, you must make sacrifices! The second prince of Palaven has always been very decisive on this point." Regarding Hu Keqili's doubts, the corner of the fat man's mouth showed "huo" A sneer and a slight shake of the head

"We are all smart people. Why are we fighting against Dorok? Who are we lying to? We have assembled so many troops in Amyra. If we say that we can deceive the southern aristocratic army who have no information, I believe it. If we say that we can deceive It is absolutely impossible to pass through Palaven's eyes and ears in the Amyra area.

More than 100,000 troops are assembled, and the food and grass supplies are measured in tons. As long as you pay a little attention to the flow of material transportation, you can easily realize that

Our army is completely equipped as a siege force. If we are targeting the Doroks, we should only need to send cavalry. There are so many infantry flag regiments needed there! "

The fat man paused for a moment, stared at the direction of the fire-filled sky in the distance, and continued, "But Palaven is completely pretending to be deaf and dumb. On the one hand, he persuades the crusade to deal with the Doroks in a unified manner, and on the other hand, he They generously agreed to our request to borrow the passage. During this time, they and we were both acting.

Not to mention reminding, not even a bit of news was disclosed to the Southern Noble Army. What does this mean? Palavon has long made plans to sacrifice the Southern Noble Army! We are not the only ones who can kill someone with a borrowed knife! "

"No way. This is not cutting off one's own escape route. What's the difference between cutting off one's own arms?"

Hu Keqili opened his eyes wide and said with some disbelief, "Didn't Palavon always support each other with the Southern Noble Army? If the Southern Army collapsed, Palavon would have to face the crusade from the front alone. Could it be that the cunning second prince couldn't see this situation? "

"No, I saw it very clearly, so I did it like this! The second prince has always been very decisive in this regard." The fat man held the riding crop in his hand and sighed with a slight expression on his face.

"The Southern Nobles Army is a mess. From the beginning to the end, Palavon has never looked down on the Southern Nobles. Some of them can only be used. Politics is always a combination of interests. Once each other turns from friends to threats, it is a matter of desire. To die quickly and decisively,

The second prince tolerated the southern noble army because he urgently needed a strong backup. Now that he has established his footing, the ambition of the southern nobles has become clear.

Moreover, the southern aristocracy has its own system, and outsiders cannot enter the core at all, and are completely out of his control. Rather than wait until it continues to grow and eventually become a threat to Palavon Kyoto, it is better to use our hands to eliminate future troubles forever! "

As if to confirm Fatty's conjecture, an emergency meeting was being held in a courtyard in Palavon with walls made of beautiful white marble.

"So...the six southern cities are all over?"

The soft and cold voice of the second prince Harauskos, who was leaning on the seat, sent a chill through the entire hall. His fingers tapped on the armrests, making a tato sound in the silent hall.

Opposite him stood the generals of Palaven's army. There was silence below. No one dared to speak. No one knew what His Highness the Second Prince was planning. Logically speaking, the six cities in the south were the rear of Palaven. If If you don't rescue, you will be in a situation where you are attacked from both sides, but there is an unlucky guy in front of you because he asked, "Your Highness, when are we going to rescue?"

His Highness the Second Prince directly sent him to the Ninth Flag Regiment, which is a famous cannon fodder regiment. Most of them are composed of prisoners and thieves held in Palawan Prison. They were assigned to the front row as soon as they entered the battlefield. The pikemen who block the cavalry are often attacked one by one, and less than one tenth of them can survive, so they are also called the death regiment.

"Isn't that Tazar a very capable person? Why can't you hold on for a whole day? Your previous predictions seem to be wrong." Feeling that no one answered, the second prince Harauskos snorted with some dissatisfaction. ,

"Solangtai, your previous plan seems to need to be changed. If the Falcon Army captures the six cities but does not go to the south to fight the Nords, wouldn't we really be attacked from both sides?"

Haruskos looked around with his eyes, and finally landed on a strong man standing in the middle on the left.

"Your Highness, there is no need to worry about this at all!" The strong man stood up from the queue and responded respectfully. "Although the Vikians attacked fiercely, they conquered six cities in one day. It is impossible to say that there were no losses." Yes, something like an army must rest and recuperate after a fierce battle. The Nords in the south will never sit back and let such an opportunity slip away from their hands."

The strong man's voice stopped, and he raised his head and continued, "Only by defeating the Falcon can we truly master the south of Redian. The Nords are not fools. They know very well who their real opponents are.

Salton is a master in defense. He will definitely use this short rest time to deploy heavy troops to line up with the six southern cities before the Falcon Legion completes its preparations to go south, forming a north-south pincer attack with us. By then, Even if the Falcon Legion has intentions against us, they will never dare to make a move! "

"Oh, so our plan to kill the Falcon can still continue?" After hearing the analysis of the strong man, a smile appeared on Haruskes' serious face. The six southern cities were originally designed to target the Falcon. He believed that both he and the southern Nords had a tacit understanding of this trap. Even the Vecian Falcon knew it well.

"Of course, in fact, it's just the beginning!" The middle-aged man responded to the second prince with a loud voice. His appearance was not considered handsome or stable. Although he is about thirty years old, he is bald and his skin is not fair like that of an aristocrat, but rather light black like that of a commoner.

This is definitely unusual among the Ruidian nobles, but his slender eyes make people feel that he is a very cunning person. This appearance also left a deep impression on people. That makes people feel energetic and energetic,

"As long as the Falcon Army captures the six cities, the entire situation will change. The army will be dispatched and the rear will be empty. From the moment he captures the six cities in the south, for the Vecchia Falcon, it will be a dance with sharp knife wounds. He will be defeated. We can't afford it, and we can't afford to lose this battle, so as long as we have enough patience and a blank posture, we can be invincible! Maybe we will reverse the entire Ruidian situation and retaliate in the near future! The revenge of the three northern counties."

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