In the dark night, heavy horse hooves stepped into the shallow water in the upper reaches of the Seine River, rolling up a splash of white water.

A scout cavalry rushed from a distance, slammed the horses in front of the fat man, and reported loudly, "Your Majesty, the Northwest Legion has sent back news and is following the orders along the river. It has passed halfway through Aheqiu, 20 miles away, but there is a Gaul army following behind it. The enemy cavalry is chasing her very tightly and has launched three harassments. It has been repelled by the Northwest Legion. Lord Crolisat specifically requested to temporarily stop retreating and arrange defense immediately! Otherwise, it will endanger the floating bridge built upstream!"

"Tell Crolisart that I don't need his defense. I want him to do my best to drag the enemy and drag them into the flat ground near the river. The battleships on the pontoon bridge will respond to him!" The fat man waved his hand to the command cavalry, looking at the outline of the light green plain in the dark night from afar,

The fat man wearing black demon armor stopped the war horses next to the pontoon bridge. On the three huge pontoon bridges made of warships, countless black cavalry were passing quickly, horse hooves rumbled, battle flags were like rain, and there were no stars in the sky tonight, but in the upper reaches of the Seine River, there were two heavy troops moving at the same time. If you could look down from the sky above your head, you would find two huge flame spots, like two long red lines, the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter.

The black cavalry lined up a array of thousands of meters long, and the metal-forged armor flashed through the darkness in the night, just like murderous aura silting between two armies that were about to meet, and the white rain seemed to be endless. On the distant horizon, there was a low roar of muffled thunder.

"Your Majesty, it's the Northwest Legion!"

Next to it, a Central Army general stretched out his hand to point out in the distance, looking up high. Sure enough, in the distance, there were fires. A large group of Northwest Legion soldiers were moving closer to the river. In less than ten minutes, a large area of ​​fire began to emerge less than 5 miles behind the Northwest Legion.

"Your Majesty, it's the Gaul army!"

This time, even the general's voice was a little nervous. As expected, the Gauls bit the shortage of troops, but almost exploded their chrysanthemum Northwest Legion. All of them were light infantry Northwest Legion. They also took advantage of their speed. Under the close encirclement of the Gauls, they dragged several times the Gaul troops into the flat ground near the river. On their flank, there were 50,000 heavy troops from the Central Army and the East Cavalry led by the Fatty. The sky was gloomy and black clouds covered the sky.

"It's coming so fast!"

The fat man looked up to the sky. A large cold rain hit his face, and a cool feeling. He looked at his subordinates. Behind him, 13,000 guards cavalry scattered into neat quadrilaterals. The neatly arranged armor and spears could not see the end at all. The rain wet the helmets of the cavalry, and went in through the gaps of the cavalry's masks and flowed down from the cavalry's locks and rings. No one made any noise. Only the rushing rain splashed on the iron sheets of the armor, and the dense dripping sounds.

"Pu Pu" the war horse moved its front hooves uneasily,

The left wing is the 30,000 Dongting cavalry led by Dongting general Wu Mu. The one who lined up was the most famous Fengyao Formation, the Dongting cavalry.

The name of Feng Yao comes from the most popular weapon scimitar shape of the grassland people. The same is true for the entire line. In the unit of the Thousand People, the thirty grassland cavalry teams are superimposed front and back, and the interlaced cut-shaped half-moon array is like a full moon scimitar raised high. Feng Han captures people,

The impact speed of the grassland cavalry is famous for its speed, like a scimitar slashing down with a strange arc. The layers of cavalry are stacked with huge waves pressing on their heads like mountains. As long as a hole is torn open in the infantry team, the layered semi-arc impact will turn the hole into a breach on the huge embankment.

Cutting into the scimitar, like a thunderous momentum,

The cavalry rushing into the interior followed the trend like a dragon-curved to form a large number of killings, trampling on the enemy, scattering the rear of the array, and then shaking the entire line, directly causing the collapse of the opposing soldiers' clusters! However, the discipline of the grassland cavalry has always been poor, and there are always problems with cooperation among all races.

Therefore, the Fengyao Formation is often only about ten thousand people. For example, this time the Fengyao Formation, which was unified in the entire line and was arranged based on 30,000 cavalry, was the first time for the Grasslander man. Even the fat man felt a little scared when he saw such an array. It was indeed the killing formation of the Grasslander man!

The two cavalry groups looked quietly at the river below in the distance. Under the black iron helmets, there were the imperial cavalry full of killing and slightly gloomy eyes. The rain was still dripping, and the war horses were kicking the ground uneasily.

Everyone felt the murderous aura that was nurtured from the silence, and swallowed nervously.

Under the sight of everyone, the Northwest Legion below had stopped moving. To be precise, it was the defensive line that was formed by more than a dozen Falcon battleships that formed the pontoon bridge. The Northwest Army shooters in a queue pulled the composite hunting bow in their hands. Behind them, the side baffles of more than a dozen Imperial Battleships were lifted from the inside like fish scales, revealing the entire row of black muzzles inside. The light infantry in front set up a gun array. The 50,000-person Northwest Legion was like a blown hedgehog, which became difficult to enter in an instant.

Countless spears and shields formed a quadrilateral. In the middle were four small square arrays with powerful combat power of 20,000 imperial crossbowmen and archers. Under the dark sky, the Gauls' pursuit also stopped. The first Gaul army to approach was Tielan's blue holy beast cavalry. These light-haired cavalry wearing blue battle robes were like wild wolves who smelled the smell of blood. They were spinning back and forth outside the range. They wanted to approach several times, but before they got close, they were shot by thousands of arrows. Many people were shot over by crossbowmen inside the array.

"Report to the army! We have guarded that color and caught up with the enemy again. It is enough to be the first achievement of this battle! Leave this hard bone to Hasen Rambo to chew, and we will monitor it on the spot!" After a round of embarrassment, Tilan, the general general of the Blue Holy Beast Cavalry, stopped the war horse and waved his hands to his subordinates with an ugly face. The blue cavalry stopped the war horses under their crotch and looked coldly at the Northwest Legion opposite. Although Tilan was cruel and ruthless, he was a famous noble general in Kyoto, and soon judged the situation.

His cavalry had only 5,000 people, and the number of Falcon Army on the opposite side was definitely more than 30,000. He originally wanted to use the darkness to give the enemy a fatal blow to create a collapse in the flat terrain of the enemy's retreat, and then cover it up and kill it along the way. But he didn't expect that the opponent was so calm, not only escaped quickly, but also quickly formed a powerful defense, and supported the warships backed by the river. He also put on a stance of never retreating until death. He was definitely an elite force with a long battle formation. This was not something he could eat with his five thousand cavalry!

"Sir, Lord Tilan's Blue Holy Beast Cavalry Regiment bit the escaped Falcon Army at the river location! Please support us immediately!" Behind the Gallic striker, the Gallic scout brought a message that made everyone extremely excited. The pursuit of the Gallics along the way began to turn,

"Did you bite it? That's great. Come and immediately send all the troops to encircle the river! I want to annihilate the falcon's defeated army! Let these arrogant guys know that I, the Gaul soldiers, are not vegetarians!" Hasen Rambo looked excited and raised his whip high, while the other generals were even more excited and loudly ordered his troops. "Quick, turn to the river! Let's kill them all!"

"Rumbling"

A muffled thunder rolled through the sky, covering the world in a desolate land. The land below gathered.

The Falcon Battle Flag and the Gauls' military flag on the opposite side were both blown in the rain. The distance between the two armies had been shortened by a thousand meters, and the splashes in the river next to them were rolling, making a gurgling sound, like a war drum about to ring.

Hasen Rambo stopped the war horse in front of the queue, staring at the Falcon Army lined up in front of him. Although the number of Falcon Army in front was a little surprised by the report, he was still at an absolute disadvantage in front of the army of nearly 100,000 people. What if he backed the warship? Faced with such a large army of many people, it would be useless even if he drove the entire fleet.

On the contrary, the opponent fled in a hurry for a night, and now he was blocked from the river and could not evacuate. I believe that at this moment, the morale of the Falcon Army soldiers on the opposite side had already declined to the extreme. Just one blow would definitely destroy the enemy!

The elite Falcon Army that swallowed 30,000 people in one bite was definitely the most brilliant victory since the war between Gaul and the Falcon Empire. Now Gaul needs such a big victory. Hasen Rambo, who was a little excited, raised his command sword in his hand. His sword body was white and shining brightly in the sky. He loudly ordered "The whole army will press forward to avenge the lustful defenders, and kill them without leaving any one."

"go ahead!"

The Gallic army was advancing on the entire line, like a tsunami and a mountain collapse. A large number of Gallic army began to press up quickly. "The horn sounded wildly in the night. The sky illuminated by the fire was like the lightning flashing in the sky, reflecting the blue armor of the Gallic people all over the mountains, full of hideous and bloody pressure.

The Gaul army that appeared from the distant horizon was like the demon army that was rumored to be endless. It was covered in darkness, dense crowds of people gathered together, war horses neighed, and slowly advanced from both sides of the cluster. The number of people increased, covering the sky,

The various squadron battle flags unique to the Gaul people covered the earth, and the huge momentum was really attractive. The battle flags were like clouds, murderous intent soared into the sky, and the infantry and cavalry were mixed together. The armors all over the mountains and fields covered the large area, with a huge inclined surface composed of nearly 100,000 people.

In this quiet night, like the grand momentum of the morning light about to rise on the horizon, it makes people feel that the army is majestic.

"shooting"

At five hundred meters, the warships in the river began to start shooting first, rumbling, and thunder thought closely, rows of Thunder shells smashed towards the Gauls in a flash of flames, "Rumbling" "The flames appeared, and an explosion like a storm almost enveloped the Gauls' army that rushed in the front,

The crowded Gauls crowd was like encountering a circle of high-rotating gyros, and the blown body was completely gone. The explosion was like a piece of digging out. The flesh and blood limbs were scattered in the air, and blood spurted out from the explosive light spots like to burst tomatoes, like extremely gorgeous flame petals sputtering around.

The mountain wind blows, and a pungent smell of sulfur comes to the face. The fat man narrows his eyes and looks at the fierce battlefield rumbles below.

Looking down from a high place, the lethality of the warships to the Gauls was not as eye-catching. The light balls that kept flashing exploded among the entire area of ​​the Gauls, like small mushrooms growing in the forest, causing about a thousand casualties.

Such a blow is really irrelevant to the Gallic army of 100,000. Instead, the silent loading time after the shooting is, for the Gallic people who have crossed the range line, it is like a chicken blood being injected, and everyone is running hard.

"kill!"

The Gaul infantry first concentrated on pounced towards the shallows outside the river, facing the bow of the warship, which could effectively avoid Thor strikes from the side of the warship.

The Gaul Empire fought with the Falcon Empire for more than ten times, and had already hated the Thor of the Falcon Empire unforgettable. Even ordinary soldiers knew that when facing the Thor of the Falcon Empire, don’t panic, and don’t run around. That will only make you die faster and more miserable. As long as you disperse quickly, or you lie on the ground, Thor can effectively avoid the iron sheets and explosions shot from all sides. After the Thor bombardment, there will be a period of silence.

The distance between the two armies was shortened to 300 meters.

"Prepare to shoot!" The Northwest Legion's shooters began to raise the powerful compound bows in their hands towards the sky in a row, and the arrows were like cold stars in the night sky.

With a loud shout of shooting, thousands of arrows turned into dense dark clouds. They quickly rose in the air, drew beautiful arcs, and shot towards the Gauls who rushed along the river. Blood splattered. Scarlet red rose, and clusters of arrows hit the shields of the Gaul infantry like raindrops. They made a jingling sound, and the infantry fell into pieces.

"Boom"

The whole row of white smoke spewed out from the side of the battleship. The flames suddenly appeared, and violent fireballs shot towards the Gauls in the distance, and the northwest legion was like a heavy rain. At the same time, they fell down with a shrill roar that cut through the air, and shot all over the sky. The artemisia on the other side of the river seemed to be shaken by the grace of the arrows torn the sky, shaking back and forth, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The Gallic tide charge had already entered a distance of one hundred meters from the Northwest Legion.

"Prepare for the battle!"

The spearmen of the Northwest Legion began to quickly approach, rows of spears, stacked together, spears stretched out interlaced, with almost no gaps to follow. The soldiers of the Northwest Legion, holding the iron spear's long handle, looked cold and unshakable, as if a forest of spears suddenly appeared on the ground. The tip of the spear was flashing with the terrible metal light. Compared with this, the Gaul army was at the beginning of a little helpless. These Gaul people who risked their lives to rush into the first row and found that they were facing a pile of walls made of spears. They wanted to stop, but the people behind them pushed them so hard that they could not stop.

"ah!"

The two armies finally collided, like a rapid collision of steel walls, thousands of long guns neatly arranged as brushes, all the tips of the guns moved forward. In an instant, thousands of bodies fell down, thousands of blood splattered, and a thin layer of blood mist rose on the battle line between the two armies.

"Crack"

Fierce spears collided with each other, and the Gallic soldiers who were in a semi-panic state fell in front of the gun array in groups, and they flipped in a row. Then a garrison regiment was defeated head-on, but the Gallics who were approaching quickly behind were still like a tide and a sea of ​​dense crowds. The front line was like a thick stack of absorbent paper, each piece was ready to absorb blood in full.

"Spearman!"

Crolisat looked at the first row of battle lines with blood all over his eyes. As the Gaul army continued, the first row of gun formations were difficult to support. With his orders, the 4,000 heavy spear troops in the middle, holding spears with horizontal spears with horizontal tips, rushed to the most intense place of fighting. "Kill!" The five-meter-long spear spear was like a group of giants breaking in, with a sharp one-foot-long horizontal blade as sharp as a branch, and stomping towards the opposite Gallic people.

The spearmen of the Falcon Army were specially selected from ordinary soldiers. The five-meter spear, which was very tall and powerful, weighing 20 kilograms, was waving easily like fiddling with toys. If you were stabbed by such a special spear, or you were caught, it would be a terrible blood hole. No matter how strong the soldiers were, they would cry out for death in pain. They were often the strongest support in the military formation and the soul of the entire gun formation.

"Ah, the Gauls had never encountered the spears of the Falcon Army. Even if there were, the troops that had been experienced were no longer here, because the Gauls' queues were too crowded, and there was almost no need to consider the problem of misfortune. The spear, which was 2 meters longer than the spear, directly caused a bloody rain in the Gauls' queues.

"What's this"

Countless Gaul soldiers didn't even react, and then they saw their colleague's heads explode like a smashed watermelon. The bright red blood mixed with yellow and white brains sputtered directly onto the face of the terrified companion. They shouted in panic in the face of this fierce thunderous impact. The blocking of flesh and blood was simply a joke. Even the human wall composed of heavy infantry wearing heavy armor would be cut into gaps by such terrible weapons.

On the top of the mountain, the fat man stood quietly on horseback, watching the fierce battles several miles below. Between the lines that divide the world, thousands of fires covered the entire plain next to the river. The Northwest Army showed the combat power, which made his eyes flash.

"Your Majesty, are we going to attack?" A Central Army general behind him asked worriedly. "The Gauls are in a very strong impact! The pressure on the Northwest Legion is too great. If the attack is not launched, I am afraid that the Northwest Legion will not be able to bear it!"

"No hurry, we must have confidence in the combat effectiveness of the Northwest Legion!" The fat man waved his hand with a serious expression, with a pair of black pupils staring at the battlefield where the sound of killing sounds in the distance was all day long, and he said firmly, "Although there are many enemies, they are only local garrison troops, and their weapons and equipment are not strong, and the soldiers are also negligent in training. The Northwest Legion has a total of 50,000 people, well-equipped, and has a fleet as a backing. You can never be afraid of the pressure from the pincer attack.

If you can't even withstand such an impact, then the first Imperial Army would be too disappointing. After a year of staying away from the battlefield, the Northwest Legion may have forgotten what blood smells.

This battle is a bloody battle in the body. What the empire needs is an imperial tiger that can eat people, rather than a pampered bobcat! (To be continued, please search for Piaotian, the novel is better and faster!
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