The Figurus army was almost collapsed by the Slavic Northland soldiers at the gate. The cold light of the tomahawks brought bloody red lines. The narrow gate was filled with the bodies of the Gaul soldiers.

"Press up, don't retreat!"

The generals of Gaul shouted loudly at the back of the soldiers. In their eyes, Nagould's gate had been opened. As long as they resisted the crazy swing of the Slavs, they could rush into the gate. But soon they found that the situation was not the case at all. The Slavic North warriors who broke out in the battle of life and death were so fierce that they had been stabbed by the Gaul spear, they were trying hard to rush up to cut off the battle axe.

The injured person rolled on the ground like a beast, pounced on him and bit the opponent's throat. Although the Figurros army was brave, he was also hit by the Slavs this time when the death camp was destroyed. He was defeated step by step in chaos.

The spear was cut off, the horse fell down, the military flag was shaking, the axe cracked the helmet, and the head was hit. The bright red blood mixed with yellow and white brain matter sputtered onto the faces of the compatriots behind him,

"Sir, the death camp has collapsed! The enemy's counterattack is too fierce. Please order the attack to stop temporarily!" A Gaul general returned from the front line covered in blood, turned over and jumped off the war horse in front of Figueros's war horse, begging loudly and pleaded loudly.

‘Retreat?’ Figueros looked at the city gate with a serious expression on his face, and his fingers tightly grasped the reins of the war horse. Looking at his position, the city gate was filled with corpses, and the two armies intertwined like rolling dragons. This was a death battle. The momentum of our army was suppressed and shaking. The attack line composed of three thousand northern axe soldiers was like a blood line that devoured life slowly forward. The Gaul soldiers who encountered the front were overturned by the impact. Even if they fought desperately, they could not stop the advance of the northern people.

Blood flowed along the entrance of the city gate, and the body was pushed down the moat that had been dyed red by crowded people.

The chaotic and unfavorable battle situation only made Figueros hesitate on the horse's back, and then said decisively, "Have you seen a general who ordered the stop to fight after the city gate was broken? The other party opened the door on his own initiative. Don't we dare to go in yet! Figueros raised his whip and interrupted him, and said sternly "

"But...but sir..." The general Gaul hesitated and wanted to continue talking

"Don't say anything about retreating. Our army has never been defeated since we advanced north. I believe that the soldiers also adhered to the same idea of ​​winning and walked step by step under the city of Nagould. Unbeaten is the soul of our army. Do you want to abandon what everyone has always been careful to protect because of a little setback?

Figueros' voice stopped, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Don't forget, our army lost the most elite suicide camp. Didn't the Slavs put his most elite troops into our siege? How could such an opportunity be missed?

"Immediately siege this army, and Nagould's city gate is ours! The countless treasures inside are ours! Not only can we withdraw now, we must send orders to all the troops, regardless of losses, and we must eat this Slavic army!"

"Yes, I understand!"

The Gallic general was excited when he heard his face. He took a deep breath, turned over his horse, and prepared to return to the battlefield. At this moment, a scout cavalry came to report, "Sir, Lord Nuya's Fifth Army has arrived in the north!"

"Nuya's Fifth Army! That guy is actually as fast as me!"

When he heard the scout's report, Figueros was stunned for a moment. Following the north direction the scout said, in the misty rain and fog, he faintly saw a long black line rising from behind the mound in the north. The flags fluttering in the wind were red clouds flying over the forest.

Nua is the commander of the Fifth Army of the New Northern Army of Gallic. He was born in the Kyoto Imperial Guard. Although he was a capable general under Yald, Nua was arrogant and complacent. With the background of the wealthy Gallic family, he looked down on Feigeros, who was born in a young servant.

In many public occasions, Nua made many difficulties with Figueros, mocking him for being a humble family, not a nobleman, and not a literate person, and he also came from an area of ​​the enemy of the empire. In fact, everyone can see that Nua was jealous of Figueros, the dazzling aura of the No. 1 star in the north. The first general in the north

On the mound to the north, rain hit the silver-shaped helmet with a shiny cross shape. A young Gaul general in his thirties was looking at the fierce battlefield below with cold eyes. Next to him, a strong man with a pair of silver-winged shape on his shoulder grinned, and said with some disdain, "Sir, it looks like it is the battle flag of the Figurus army! I don't know that this humble guy took the approach and actually broke through the entanglement of the Slavs and arrived at Nagould before us! And it seems that the gate is the center of the battle."

"Sir, do we need to attack?" The strong man looked at the battlefield and looked at General Gaul again.

"Strike? Do you want to easily give the glory of Nagould, the base camp of the Slavs, to that untouchable?" The young General Gaul groaned in dissatisfaction and withdrew his gaze. He was Nuya, the commander of the New Fifth Army of the North.

He raised his hand and waved to the troops behind him. He sneered, "People who are like rats always have the ability to dig holes in a few tricks! Even the first troops to reach their targets are nothing great! But this is also a good opportunity. Please order our cavalry troops to prepare!"

"What do you mean by sir?" The strong man's eyes flashed for a moment.

"Haha, of course I'm just watching it! "Nuya smiled coldly at the corner of her mouth."

"From the situation of the battle, the guy was very unlucky to be dragged into the fierce battle in the city gate area. We happened to use him to consume the defenders of Nagould City. If he really defeated the Slavs, we would take the opportunity to lead the cavalry group to rush down. No matter what, the glory of the first to enter the Slavs' base camp, Nagould must belong to our Gaul Guard! In other cases, we just need to watch here. Isn't he called the No. 1 general in the North? It can reveal the false face of this No. 1 general in the North in one fell swoop!

"Route!" With the order issued, about thousands of Gaul cavalry gathered at the location of the Fifth Army of the Northern Gallic Army.

"What do these guys from the Fifth Army want to do!"

In the direction occupied by Figueros, the Gaul general looked at the cavalry unit lined up in the north, clenched his fists, and his face suddenly became angry. Not only did the other party have no intention of helping. Instead, the idea of ​​waiting for the opportunity to get a bargain was too obvious.

The relationship between Nuya and Figueros of the Fifth Army was very bad, and the relationship between the generals under the two armies was just as bad.

Most of the generals of Figueros were from local troops and were only assigned to Figueros when they were large-scale counterattacks in the north. They were also used as miscellaneous troops of the army. However, because Figueros performed too well and the successive victory forced the Gaul side to be promoted to a front-line combat force, while Nuya's troops were mostly the Gaul Imperial Guards. From the fact that it could have thousands of elite cavalry, it can be seen that the troops far surpass Figueros in weapon equipment.

This is also what makes Nuya feel unfair. "Why are all good things allowed this guy to take over!" In the first turnaround battle, the 20,000 Gaul Imperial Guards were fighting to the death. As a result, after the war, the northward rush was sweeping, Figueros, who was a young servant, made a big splash. Because it was a miscellaneous unit, the Slavic army did not focus on Figueros at the beginning. The main opponent of the Slavic army was the unit with the Gaul Imperial Guards as the main body.

Among them, the Fifth Army was one of the key targets to deal with, with several bloody battles. The Fifth Army struggled in the northward advance. The Slavs' most elite Northland warriors caused serious damage to the soldiers of the Fifth Army. For the Gaul Imperial Guard faction, which was deeply involved in hard fighting, the rise of Figurros' faction was simply a mockery of himself. A team of weapons and morale was inferior to his own miscellaneous troops, and he almost never experienced a decent bloody battle. He regained a large area and became a hero that the people talked about.

But those who really fought bloodyly did not receive the respect they deserved. No one could stand this kind of thing!

"Sir, there is something wrong with the Fifth Army!" The General Gaul whispered to remind him in a low voice.

"My eyes are not blind yet! I can see!"

Figueros raised his head and looked at the gate that was most fiercely engaged, but Nua's Fifth Army, with a gloomy face and a blood bead that had bitten out of his pale lips. This was a difficult choice, whether to give up the undefeated glory he held, or make a wedding dress for others,

After hesitating for a few minutes, he suddenly tied his horse and ordered "Retreat the troops, the entire army retreated five miles to the camp."

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

The horn representing the withdrawal reverberated in the sky of Nagould, and Figueros's troops began to evacuate backwards,

The place where the fierce battle once showed a blood-colored hell color, and the corpse was piled up like a mountain. In just over two hours of bloody and tragic battle, the Figueros army paid a heavy price of more than 6,000 casualties. The most elite suicide camp was eliminated, and the morale was severely hit. Accepting the first real failure, this pain was like a piece of meat dug out of Figueros. The Slavs' losses were about 2,000 people. Seeing that the most brutal Figueros army was also repelled by itself, a cheerful cheer suddenly came out on the city wall.

The cheers of Slavs came through the rain curtain. Nuya, who was north outside the city, curled her lips with disdain and said softly to the strong man next to her, "Ryan, have you seen it? This is the true face of the No. 1 general in the north. One day I will expose the true face of this coward in front of everyone!"

On the wall of Nagould, the Slav general who was commanding the battle also showed a hint of regret. He looked at the slowly evacuated Figurus army and hit the battlements with heavy hands. "It's a pity, it's just a little short! If the Figurus army continues to gather heavy troops towards the city gate, the one who welcomes the Figurus army will be fierce fuel shots! Even if the butcher cannot be killed, it will be enough to burn most of the enemies with the blood of the Slavs!"

At 6:00 p.m., heavy rain stopped, and the main forces of the Gaul troops appeared in all directions of Nagould.

Both armies also lit bonpiers at night, and thousands of fires appeared on the plains and mountains. The scene was very spectacular. In the command of the Northern Gallic Army, a military conference was underway. While the army was working on siege equipment overnight, the Gallic generals in this battle of advance to the north reviewed the tactics of this battle. The bonfire in the brazier radiated countless Mars in the night wind, like a series of red star dots.

This time, the Gallic army gathered at the city of Nagould, had 7 troops and 230,000 troops. The Slavs only gathered 70,000 people in Nagould, with a ratio of three to one. With such a strong military force, the Gallic generals had considerable confidence in winning.

In the meeting before the general attack, they talked to each other with a relaxed expression, or whispered in a low voice. Some were looking forward to the left and right, while others were discussing the post-war assignments. When they were happy, they made unconcealed smug laughs.

"I don't know why, there's always a disturbing feeling!"

Yald, the commander of the Northern Gallic Army, looked at the various expressions of his subordinates on the main seat. He frowned with some displeasure. Although there were 230,000 troops, these troops were not as stable as they looked outside. Among the 230,000 troops, there were 70,000 front-line combat troops, 110,000 second-line troops, and the other 50,000 troops were troops that had only recently been expanded in the north. In contrast, the Slavs' troops in Nagould changed the tactic of the whole nation to be soldiers. This time, the Slavs' 70,000 troops were tribal soldiers with excellent combat power, and unlike before, some were filled by old men and women, and there was no discipline in the battle.

Through the Slavic warriors guarding the Abbey, it can be seen that 70,000 elite soldiers who are determined to die will be a tragic and arduous battle! But the real hardship will be after occupying Nagould!”

Yald thought this subconsciously and smiled bitterly. He had just received an order from the Gallic Military Affairs Department. In view of the frequent recent military mobilization of troops in the western region, the Ministry of Military Affairs asked Yald's New Taipei Army to immediately rush its troops eastward after capturing the Slav base Nagould to resist the heavy army cluster of the Falcon Empire, which could launch a large-scale attack at any time, to think of this, Yald felt a headache. The command of the Ministry of Military Affairs was simply a joke!

The New Taipei Army fought against the Slavs and fought against the Falcon Emperor*, which was completely different.

The New Taipei Army, which had more than 200,000 troops, was temporarily recruited and volunteers who surrendered from all over the country, could not keep up with the weapons and equipment. Many soldiers did not even have the most basic armor. The dozen arsenals that were originally set up in the north of the empire were already swept away by the Slavs.

With Kyoto's mobilization ability alone, even if he had to do it with all his might, the jingling hammers kept hitting the hammers overnight. In just two months, Kyoto's supply was a total of more than 40,000 sets of infantry equipment. It was necessary to supplement the new corps established on the Western Front and take into account the rapidly expanding northern corps. The result was that no one on the other side took into account the fact that taking such troops to fight the Falcon Empire armed to the teeth was not seeking death! Yald couldn't imagine what consequences this order would have to be announced to the generals in front of him.

At the meeting, a general loudly mentioned his defeat at the city of Nagould during the day, and mocked him, "The situation was really embarrassing at that time. Even though the city gate was destroyed, it was blocked outside the city! Figueros, who claimed to be undefeated, turned out to be such a bad time! What a pity, I heard that the wealth of the entire north was gathered in this city by the Slavs!"

Hearing such words, the big tent, which was talking about, unexpectedly calmed down, and the wealth was touching. Just now, everyone mentioned the question of what to do with the wealth robbed by these Slavs when they were discussing in a low voice.

"It's just a pause to attack, how can I fail like this statement!"

Figueros sat in a corner and looked at the opposite side in anger. Needless to say, it was his mortal enemy Nua. He frowned and said, "Our army is able to fight the enemy with its simple equipment. The soldiers are bleeding. I wonder what someone with the most elite troops was doing at that time? Since we saw the stalemate between the two armies, we would never stand by and watch!"

"You..." Nuya was immediately asked without saying anything, her face was a little red, I don't know if it was anxious or angry, Figueros didn't name it. But everyone knew who he was talking about, and everyone's eyes turned to Nuya. Although they knew that the gap between the two was big, it was always disgusting. The generals were all passionate warriors, and the despicable ones they looked down upon were such despicable guys who stabbed their companions behind their backs.

"What are you looking at me for? I have ordered the cavalry to prepare for reinforcements!" Nuya said loudly with anger on his face."

"Nonsense, your cavalry was just watching coldly. From beginning to end, I didn't see a horse hoof stepping into the battlefield!" Figueros stood up from the opposite seat, his body trembling slightly. He was not a person who was good at arguing. Thinking of his anger in the daytime failure, his angry eyes were bloodshot.

Nuya smiled coldly, "A guy who claims to be undefeated cannot even resist a little bit of counterattack, so he directly ordered a retreat, causing thousands of brave soldiers of the empire to die in vain! He didn't know how to wake up from his mistakes, but he wanted to push the invincible general, I'm embarrassed! Such an imperial general is simply a shame to the empire, and someone must be responsible for the failure of the day!"

"Yes, the war has not yet begun, but such a shameful incident occurred first. If it is not strictly investigated, it will be a heavy shake of the morale of the army. How can the soldiers fight to the death... "A commander of the Gallic Legion who has a good relationship with Nuya shook his head with a look of disdain (to be continued) please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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