The Gauls were scattered, and the gorgeous legion flags embroidered with golden silk thread could not hide the pale of timidity, they trembled in the rain, and the military formation of the Falcon army directly crushed the few teams that still had the backbone to choose to hold on, but the impact from friendly forces was the most deadly, from the first wave of troops who chose to evacuate, the morale of the Gauls was already in turmoil, and as the Falcon army on the opposite side began to advance in a queue like a cutting line, the battle lines of these Gallic armies fluctuated even more, some troops were holding on, but more were retreating, just like seeing a vicious beast and unconsciously choosing to retreat。

Salon raised his hand slightly, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, he could see that the Gauls in front of him were completely chaotic in command and had no unified command, such a loose front could be beaten along the road like a reservoir dog against a loose team like the Slavs going south, but it was impossible to fight with the Falcon Empire composed of regular troops, for this kind of opponent with chaotic command, it was the best choice to use a direct and fierce attack of highly mobile cavalry, woo" As the battle horn sounded in the sky, the attack line formed by the black cavalry of the Falcon Empire pierced into the deranged ranks of Gauls like sharp blades.

"Attention, enemy cavalry"

The huge queue began to shake, and the soldiers hesitated to turn back, hastily turning their spears. The dense layers of waves stretched out forward hurriedly turned. The Falcon Central Cavalry had already plunged into it like a cluster of arrows, and its shiny sabers swept in like a tide of metal. The heavy horses tore through the ranks of the Gauls and crashed into the flanks of the Gallic army, a field of swords as dazzling as snow, and the horses' hooves roared. "Ahh The corpses lay strewn all over the road where the cavalry charged,

The rocks that had not yet dried up were all red blood flowing, the wounded soldiers were lying on the ground and making a faint or mournful shout, a squadron of Gauls holding a team flag was like a dam hit by a flood, the battle line was torn apart in an instant, two thousand troops turned around in a hurry, and were swept by a cluster of five thousand cavalry, the corpses were all over the field, and the Gallic troops began to retreat from retreat to rout. Then there was an irrepressible rout, which spread over the mountains like frightened ducks

"Unbearable!"

The corners of Salon's mouth twitched disdainfully, and he raised his hand to signal the whole army to press, and the barrier between the falcons and the Slavic crowd going south was broken, and the Gallic army completely escaped in the afternoon. Or rather, he was frightened by the killing god of Saron, and this battle was a short confrontation. The number of Gauls killed in battle was not high. There were only 3,700 men and 4,000 wounded, which was just a warm-up for an army of 100,000, and in the evening, on the hills where the drizzle had stopped. Ssalon saw the Slavic convoy heading south, in rudimentary light leather armor, with a rusty helmet on his head that had gone through an unknown number of generations, and a round shield on his back. Tower shields made in the Gallic Empire, as well as square shields made of wooden planks, with short axes pinned to their waists, and some soldiers carried short javelins on their backs, and there were no cavalry. Or arguably very little,

Seeing the falcon army in front of them, the Slavs were not cheering as expected, but were extremely cautious, for the Slavs, the Vicchia Falcon that promised to shelter them did not mean that they were saviors, and all kinds of harsh conditions were still added to it,

The southbound group began to stop, and a general from the Slavic Escort came to Salon shortly after Salon sent a liaison officer

"Adri?" Sallon's eyes flickered and carefully identified the tired and deformed Slavic general in front of him, on the long wall, the same two of them negotiated on behalf of each other, he remembered that although Yadar had experienced a long migration and hunger, he still showed the unique spirit of a northern cold people, not like now, covered in mud and blood, the stubble and hair on his face were messy, and there was a smell all over his body, even his eyes seemed cloudy, Sallon was familiar with this smell, this was the smell of death

"Lord Salon!" Adri saluted to the Falcon Empire general riding on a fierce war horse in front of him, his eyes began to focus, and the corners of his mouth smiled bitterly, "Let Lord Salon smile, a year ago, the edge of the long wall, I didn't expect to see Lord Salon a year later, but although our clan was difficult at that time, there were still millions, and now ......" Adri's voice stopped with a little whimper, and he couldn't speak anymore,

"Don't worry anymore, the Gauls have been routed!As long as you enter the Empire's control area, you will be safe!" Salon got down from his horse and comforted him, casually asking, "I wonder where the Lord Bath was during the negotiations with the Longwall?"

"Lord Bass led three thousand warriors to hold on to Antura to confuse the Gauls, now I am afraid that they are gone, otherwise the Gauls would not have caught up so quickly" Adri's face became darker and darker, and Salonn patted Alder on the shoulder with his hand, and said, "Time is precious, we should not delay here for too long! When will you be able to set off, there are still a few days to go"

"It's tomorrow at the earliest, we need some time to rest, the soldiers are too tired, we need time to rest, and those who have fallen behind......" Adri said with an ugly face, looking embarrassed "It's really embarrassing that your army has broken through many obstacles and arrived, but we can't provide thanks."

"Let's do our best!"

Saron generously expressed his understanding, after a series of battles, his troops also needed to recuperate, Salon hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Which ones are mentioned in the agreement?"

Yadri said with difficulty, "The map of the northern region of Gaul and the map of the area where our Slavs used to live, as well as the distribution of resources in the northern region of Gaul over the past year, according to the agreement, we brought it very carefully!" Yadri's voice stopped, and he said in a bitter tone, "Those things are no different from a pile of waste paper to us, and in order to protect these things, we have more than a hundred people dead!"

"Good work!" Salon nodded solemnly, and ordered the scouts to expand the reconnaissance area to 20 miles, but no trace of the Gauls was found, and it seemed that they had really given up completely, and the two sides began to carry out the handover procedures, and the tired Slavic convoy could finally rest peacefully for the night, in the night. There was no wind, no calm, and a faint cry could be heard coming from the direction of the Slavic camp, and in this migration, more than 47,000 Slavs died and more than 1,500 were missing, all of them men! This is a huge sacrifice for a group with a population of just over 200,000

Standing in the starry sky of the night, Salon's one-eyed gaze was in the direction of the north, as he led his army north to meet the Slavs as they went south. He once wrote privately to His Majesty the Falcon, that it would not be better for the Slavs, the white-eyed wolves who had been given a chance to breathe and bite after a little recovery, to let the Gauls exterminate them all in northern Gaul.

Left the northern region of the bitter cold zone. Bewildered by the vastness and prosperity of northern Gaul, the cold peoples of the north are known for their perseverance and tenacity. It's no longer the one who was cornered in the first place. dared to risk death to climb over the snowy valleys and mountains, and bite down the murderous people of northern Gaul.

The Slavs are no longer in power, and they will never have a chance to rise again,

Under the pressure of the Gallic army, there were nominally a million people. In fact, there are less than 400,000 people left, and the population base is really insignificant for an empire that already has a population of 50 million. That is, the population of a single southwestern region is more than ten times that of it, so that the Slavs and Gauls can fight bloody battles in the north, and the empire can easily achieve the goal of depleting the Gallic army by simply sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight."

A reply from the Emperor's Majesty made him march only 20 miles a day on the road, and he was going to wait until all the Slavs were dead to pick up the cheap Salon, and increase the marching speed to 60 miles at once.

Salonn is a rough man, but the fat man relies on him the most as a confidant, because the thinking of both of them is a typical utilitarian thinking, in a word, don't do anything that is not beneficial, and in the matter of receiving the Slavs to the south, Salonn did not see any benefit, because of this, he specially wrote a letter of request to the fat man, but the fat man's reply to him was simple and clear: "Receiving the Slavs, northern Gaul can be decided by a war, and the thousands of miles of fertile land beyond the long wall can be easily included in the imperial bag!" When it comes to His Majesty's grand strategy for the north of Obaro, Salone is even running and breaking his leg

The streets of Gallic in late autumn look lonely and desolate, and the cold wind of late autumn blows through the deserted streets, blowing every qiē on the ground, and the garbage on the ground flutters wildly in the sky, making the yellowing lights appear even darker. Streets

From time to time there was a weak dog barking or two, which contrasted the silence of the night with even more bleakness, and from time to time out of the darkness came a group or two of patrolling Praetorian Guards, their heavy boots making a dull sound on the bluestone streets, which frightened every inhabitant of the city, and they hurried along with their heads bowed, only the chilling glow of their weapons.

The vanguard of the Falcon Army had reached Polydri, less than fifty miles from the capital of Gaul, and due to the influence of the previous steppe cavalry and the war, countless victims of the disaster had left their homes and instinctively fled in the direction of the imperial capital Budapest. Although the Imperial Capital Guards took many measures to stop them in time, there were still many refugees who entered the bustling streets of Imperial Kyoto through various channels. The influx of refugees has undoubtedly put tremendous pressure on law and order, with thefts, robberies, and homicides emerging one after another, and criminal cases on the rise.

Therefore, ten days ago, martial law was declared in the imperial capital, and a curfew was imposed. Patrols were intensified at night and stricter measures were introduced. However, in other parts of Kyoto, this qiē tense atmosphere is not existing, and the four major ruling collectives from the east were ordered to enter Beijing, just like the stone characters thrown into the backwater of Kyoto, rippling their own waves, some of the consuls did not shy away from holding a grand banquet in the family mansion, while others chose to stay behind closed doors, in the Kyoto villa of Zhu Chenwood's family, one of the four eastern consuls.

A young man in the Gallic royal blue officer's uniform, his face was unusually red from excessive anger, and he held the saber at his waist tightly, and his fingertips bent vigorously on the stripes of the chrysanthemum on the scabbard, as if he was about to draw his sword at any moment to vent the anger in his heart.

"Father, have you seen the Emperor's decree to restore the Archon of Fù Daraknita! That arrogant and domineering wild seed has now reached the point where he can surpass us on an equal footing, and such a thing must be tolerated?" The fragrance wafts through the air. Books are neatly arranged on the ancient lacquered bookcases around them, and the bookcases are spotlessly clean. On the desk of Nuoda, in an orderly manner,

An old man with a ruddy face was flipping through a book in his chair, unconcerned about the excitement of the young man. However, a beautiful young woman in a purple dress next to him pinched her shoulder with a little force, and he immediately felt it, and scolded softly and lovingly in a low voice, and only turned his head to the young man with a distorted face for a long time and said, "Oh, what were you talking about just now?"

The young man said fiercely, "Those who have taken the benefits of the Daraknita family should be thrown into the black prison and never see the future!"

The old man glanced at him coldly, and said lightly, "Then, your father, I will also be thrown into the black prison?"

The young man snorted in his nostrils. Didn't say anything.

The beautiful young woman looked at the two fathers and sons who were arguing with a light smile, and said, "Actually, does it make sense for the emperor to restore the reputation of the consul of the Daraknita family? The Third Legion of the Eastern Army of the Empire is also controlled by the Daraknita family, and now that Kyoto has been beaten like this by the Falcon Empire, it is reasonable to want to use this to entrap the Daraknita family, so why be so angry?"

The young man said coldly, "Get out of here." It's your turn to speak here and there?"

"Nag, you go down first!"

The old man waved his hand calmly. The beautiful young woman was not angry. With a faint smile, he jumped and kissed the old man on the forehead, and then jumped to his feet and happily left through the side door. The young man looked at her back, and his face was blue

"I know you're interested in that woman, but do you think that woman is interesting to you?" the old man glanced at him, and looked down to fiddle with the flames in the fireplace beside him. Feeling that the room was warm enough, he leaned back in the chair tiredly, and said slowly, "Zhu Chen Woodwatt, my Zhu Chen Wood family is originally from a wealthy family in Central Belgium. After falling into the arms of Gaul, but it has always been the object of close surveillance in Kyoto, and the heirs of each generation will be required to stay in Kyoto until the time of the inheritance before returning, "It's not a good idea to transfer us to Kyoto this time, I can't bear it, so I think of our Eastern Army!" The old man's tone was a little disdainful, "Are we really stupid?" He also said at the Imperial Council that whoever can regain the lost land can become the consul of that region, that is, you fools who don't know anything, the Vikia Falcon swept through the northwest, and the hundreds of thousands of elite troops in Gaul still can't stop other people's troops, so let's block the eastern army, so tomorrow's matter, you don't want to participate, Daraknita wants to covet that little bit of unknown reputation, just let him go! Look at it, the first person in Kyoto to be pushed to the battlefield must be the Daraknita family, and you don't go to any officers' club, they are all a group of guys who don't know what to do, full of blood to serve the country, the Falcon Army has hit Polydri, and it is only a day's journey from Kyoto, why didn't you see them go, preserving yourself in this turbulence is the foundation of our survival, do you really want to push your fifty-eight-year-old father to the Gauls to the battlefield to feel at ease?" "Gaul is finished, can the Eastern Army still survive?" The young man straightened up and said unconvinced, "The Eastern Army is just a Gaul reading our contemptuous name, before the Gauls, we were called Lucas Free People!" The old man smiled coldly, "We are a united city-state that does not tolerate two continents, the Gauls do not trust us, the Central Biyans hate us, you have been in Kyoto for too long, and you have almost forgotten where you are from, what do you want to do? When does the life and death of the Kyoto people have anything to do with us?" The four major consuls are independent, every loss is lost, every glory is honored, between the two continents like grass, except for us to support each other, who will really help us once, every time the country that rises in the two continents, either wants to eat us, or wants to uproot us!" "Father, our messenger has returned! The woman agreed to meet us"

At this time, a young man came out of the side room, a very delicate young man, with a slender figure, clear eyebrows, black hair and black eyes, and inadvertently revealed a deep gaze that made the young man who was talking to the old man look very dissatisfied, and the young man with black hair said, "Big brother, can't you talk to your father well......?" I don't need you, a little bastard of a Central Bean woman, to take care of my business," the young man said coldly, "This is the big thing of my Zhu Chenwood family, what qualifications do you have!, or do you think you will become a family wish in the future" "Rahe!" This sentence obviously stimulated the old man, and he coughed suddenly. The young man behind him patted his father on the back and said to Zhu Chenwoodrach, "I have not influenced any of my father's decisions! Full of blood is not used to help the enemy, for hundreds of years, are there still few people in the Zhu Chenwood family who have worked hard for the Gauls and finally died like weeds? Whether the Gauls can survive this winter is a question, we must consider a way out in advance!" (To be continued......)