The Northland warrior Oulu is like a never-ending killing machine! The battle axe in his hand, in the Gallic soldiers opposite, there was a bloody afterimage of death, blood and flesh stained his whole body, more than a dozen corpses were piled up at his feet, under the impact of the Gauls, he stubbornly stopped a squad of Gauls,

These heavily armored Northland warriors, their heavy armor is like a moving killing machine, with huge shields behind them, and small short axes with three or four handles in addition to the battle axes, and their faces with helmets can vaguely see the tattoos painted with cyan, and the shields behind them make them have no worries, like a turtle shell, ugly, but very practical and well-trained, fifteen people in groups, the flanks and rear are under the protection of shields, and the three-meter long-handled giant axe located in the front is like a huge guillotine, which can easily split any enemy that stands in front of them。

The wail of the enemy before death and the crunch of the tomahawk splitting bones were the most beautiful voices in his ears when it came to hand-to-hand combat.

The Gallic Praetorian Guard was routed by these Slavic Northland warriors, tall and strong, with their axes in their hands a nightmare for any melee class, and a hastily retreating Gallic Janissary infantry captain was split in half from head to toe. Banla's corpse was thrown into the air by the dancing battle axe, the bright red internal organs fell like blood rain, and a cold light flew out of the hands of the Northland warrior Oulu at the same time, and the spinning flying axe slashed a Gallic archer with a bow and arrow from the head of the city to the city wall, this quasi-head and majesty made the other Gallic soldiers on the opposite side pale with frightened faces and retreated a few meters away,

"My lord, the enemy's resistance is stubborn, the first echelon has been blocked! Please send reinforcements immediately!" a Gallic general returning from the battle line, dressed in wolf bèi and bloodied, knelt in front of Yalde,

I saw that under the fierce battle of Naguld, the huge siege tower was shot by rockets, and a raging fire was ignited. Billowing black smoke went straight into the air, every battlement was fiercely fighting, almost no warm-up, the battle between the two sides directly entered the white-hot fierce, under the pressure of countless arrows flying from both sides of the city wall, the Gallic infantry struggled forward, but was repelled by the elite troops of the Slavs, and the mouth of the city section of the fierce battle was crowded with people, and the battle shook the sky. The small black dots that crowded down from the city walls could be seen falling with terrible screams, and the Gallic troops who had rushed to the walls first began to show signs of dissipation like waves hitting the rock walls under the strong suppression of the Slavic army.

"The total attack is ready to act!"

The head of the Gallic Northern Army, Alder, withdrew his gaze, felt the mountain wind blowing on his face, and coldly ordered the generals behind him, "Order, the whole army advances!" The herald cavalry galloped in front of a huge army formation of hundreds of soldiers. The horse's hooves flew, and the sound of the command made the soldiers' blood boil "Forward!

The flag bearer standing at the front of the queue neatly pulled out the flag of his squadron from the ground, fearlessly with a firm step. Advancing towards Nagurd in the fierce battle, the eyes of the Gallic soldiers were filled with a sense of sacredness, this was the last battle in the north!, everyone was convinced. Victory will belong to Gaul!

One squadron, two squadrons...... Numerous squadron flags were raised, and the entire army began to move. The ranks all over the mountains, the countless cold spear tips raised high, the battle line winding and turbulent "rustling" like a long snake, and the sound of footsteps in the wet mud as if walking on the hearts of the Slavic army,

The Gallic army was in a state of war, and countless military flags began to encircle Naguld in the wind, and in an instant they flooded the earth like a tidal wave.

"My lord, the main force of the other party has come up!" Although he had been mentally prepared, when the 100,000-strong army of the main force of Gaul began to roll forward unstoppably like thunder, the head of the Slavic army, who was in a fierce battle, still trembled in his heart, and the spectacular sight of the enemy surging like a wave made the battle-experienced Monwak also feel a trace of anxiety in his heart,

The Slavs who were fighting fiercely on the city wall also felt the great pressure, everyone's breath was held, this time the Gallic archers were at the forefront, at a position of 200 meters, 30,000 Gallic archers began to raise the bow handle, pull the bowstring, and move forward steadily, 100 meters, the arrow cluster began to flash from below like a dense meteor, tearing a section of blood in the Slavic defensive line "Everyone steady!

A Slavic infantry captain with a heavy shield in his hand, half-crouched. Skillfully hiding behind his shield, loudly encouraging the morale of his subordinates, the arrows clanged into his infantry shields, or plunged directly into the battlements in front of him, a young soldier next to him. Because the shield was slightly raised at a higher angle, a cluster of arrows fell from a strange angle, piercing the scales on his knees deeply, and the soldier half-crouched down in pain, and several clusters of arrows shot through the weak back of his armor as he bent over, and the bloody arrows pierced through the infantryman's chest, and the soldier didn't even have a chance to snort. Quickly pierced into a bloody hedgehog by countless falling arrows, he fell straight in front of the stunned infantry captain, the infantry captain subconsciously turned his head, and wiped a handful of blood splashed on his face with an ugly face,

"Shoot!" the Slavic archers began to fight back, and the flying arrows continued to shuttle between the two sides, one after another with the arc of death, like locusts across the sky, shooting into the bodies of the soldiers on both sides,

"Go ahead, take Nagurd!"

In the deafening shout, the main force of Gaul came into contact with the walls of Nagurd, with absolute superiority, the infantry set up a ladder under the city wall, countless bayonets stabbed forward at the same time, and a miserable cry sounded in front of the battle, blood splashed, and in an instant it was like a red flower flying in the night on the fortress wall, "kill"

The two sides held all kinds of melee heavy infantry, the dogs staggered together, the fierce swing of weapons, the armor of the enemy on the opposite side was also dented, even wearing heavy armor, in such a fierce conflict, it was difficult to avoid death in the chaos, the number of the Gallic army was reflected at this moment, the steel was in a fierce collision, the sound of slashing, screaming and wailing, the screams of the wounded, the creepy screams of the wounded. The shouts of the soldiers on both sides, the swords and slashes in the sonorous clash of iron armor, the two sides combined nearly 300,000 troops fought to the death, and the terrible guns and swords were as dense as a storm.

In the face of such a tragic collision of forces, the strength of flesh and blood is simply a joke. Even the heavily armored Northland warriors were stabbed by the spears of the Gallic soldiers, and the dying let out one terrible scream after another.

The heralds run back and forth, bringing bad news one after another. The face of the commander-in-chief of the Slavic army, Monvac, also became more and more solemn, and after 3 hours of fierce fighting, he gave the order that the Slavic army should abandon the outer city, which was too much. Although the Slavic army was elite, the second-line troops that were the first to pounce consumed a lot of combat power.

Even though the Gallic soldiers in front of them were defeated, there were still countless Gallic soldiers who rushed up and slashed hard, and the Gauls suffered heavy casualties. But the number of the most elite Northland warriors of the Slavs was also rapidly decreasing, slashing, axing, and flying arrows. Every minute, a large number of soldiers from both armies fell on the walls of the strangulation line, and it was clear that the Gauls were using their numerical superiority to wear down the onslaught of the Northland warriors.

"My lord, you have taken the outer city wall!" The news that came made a smile finally appear on Yaldyan's face. Without the advantage of the city walls, the Slavs would have lost their last support, the overall situation had been decided, and now it was only the finishing touches.

"Boom"

A deafening sound suddenly came, and the body of Yard, who had just turned around, shook his body, and quickly turned his head, only to see a thick burst of black smoke on the wall of Nagurd that he had just occupied, and in the vicinity of the black smoke, the object flew up in the firelight, it was a watchtower on the city wall, and the fierce flames rushed out from the watchtower as if they were squeezed, and countless black dots were thrown up, some flew high into the sky, and then fell in an irregular curve under the gaze of everyone, some were ignited, and let out a terrible scream after landing, as well as broken spears, and countless scattered rubble。

"What's going on?" Yard was completely stupid, before he could react, a series of explosions and fires that he almost couldn't imagine were boiling in the city wall, black smoke billowed out, and the continuous explosions almost destroyed half of the city wall, the upper end of the city wall was blown out of several notches, bursts of red and black wolf smoke shrouded the vision ahead, in the diffuse gunsmoke, the fire caused by the explosion seemed to be more dazzling than the sun just now, and every red-light explosion seemed to cause the earth to shake, and the continuous explosion seemed to be the earth trembling.

"Mom, help!" The Gallic soldiers were like a row of thatch lifted by the wind, thrown into the air without any sense of weight, and then fell, the whole row of soldiers was pushed by the heat wave and fire, and the Gallic troops who had just occupied the city wall fell into chaos and fire, a sea of death intertwined with blood and fire,

The soldiers were dizzy and scattered, but there were too many people, crowded together, and suddenly the explosion was so ferocious, directly and simply harvesting countless lives, and the scorching wave of air rolled up would be like a gallic throwing flies to the whole area,

The walls of the city where the fire spread, like a dragon raging, and some people jumped down from the top of the city wall with flames like ignited coals, and fell into flesh under the walls, and the flames fell from the heights with the burning falls, and then burned under the walls.

Many more Gallic soldiers below the city were caught in flames before they even understood what was happening. The frightened chaos, in their eyes, was like countless meteors with high temperature and flames falling from the height of the city wall, some soldiers were stoned to death, some soldiers were ignited, and their companions who were running in a panic with fire were rampage, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, and the chaotic scene under the city made the messy Yard in the wind no longer able to remain calm, his eyes were about to bulge, and he looked wolf bèi and ordered loudly '"Evacuate, order everyone to stay away from the city wall!"

The area of the explosion was on the city wall, the flickering fire scorched his retina, the about 50,000 people on the city wall were completely finished, there were more troops under the city wall, if the panic spread, no one dared to say what would happen, countless fire points rolled up from the explosion point of the city wall shot under the city, and the troops below the impact were unconsciously backwards away from the city wall area, hundreds of originally solemn queues now became a little scattered, as if they had been hit with a stick, especially in the area that was smashed. The queue was completely chaotic, and the soldiers were running around in the fire completely ignoring the orders of the officers, "It's the fuel bombs of the Falcon Empire!"

Something seemed to have thought on Yard's pale face, he had not fought against the Falcon Empire, but that did not mean that he was unaware of this terrible weapon that had killed countless soldiers in his country. The light of the fire shone on his face, and his face was full of incredulity, why, why did the oil bombs of the Falcon Empire appear in Nagurd of the Slavs!

At this moment, the gates of Nagurd suddenly opened from the inside, and countless soldiers in black armor rushed from inside the city into the chaotic Gallic legions below.

"Resist, kill those who retreat without permission!" shouted a Gallic general with bloodshot eyes, and his soldiers were stabbed in an instant, and the black-armored infantry on the opposite side fired their guns like machines without stopping. Then he pulled out the spear from the opponent's body, and shot again, the Gallic soldiers fell in rows, and the black soldiers on the opposite side pressed down quickly and fiercely, holding a neat and uniform heavy spear, like a sharp sword from the gallic legion's horse into it, a Gallic squadron that was at a loss was directly crushed, and the Gallic soldiers of the other troops were completely stunned by the sudden situation in front of them, "Quick." Reflexive!""

"If there is an ambush, evacuate immediately!" all kinds of command orders made the Gallic troops under the city at a loss, listening to the terrible howl of being stabbed to death by countless bayonets from the flanks. The shouts of the officers seemed so pale and weak, that the Gallic troops, who had become a mess, could not see the situation in front of them at all,

They can only rely on instinct and intuition to fight in chaos. When I raised my head, my eyes were full of the cold light brought by the enemy's spears, and it was boundless. The black armor seemed to prove the hypothesis of the Falcon Army, and the cold, blood-red eyes of these attacking enemies were like a pack of lone wolves in the cold rain. They skillfully hid behind heavy shields, sharp-edged spears in their hands. Raise a row of guns. It's like a wall of steel, with bloodthirsty madness, pushing all the flesh and blood that are blocking in front of it. One accident, one accident after another, Yard's face changed completely, the number of falcons rushing out of the city was more than 10,000, the battle columns advanced smoothly and orderly, and the heavy feeling of the cold light bursting guns like mountains gave people infinite pressure, like a collapsed mountain pressing down on their own army "Mom, it's the Falcon Army!"

At this time, the turning point of the battle of Nagurd appeared, in the chaos, among the Gallic army that could no longer be distinguished, I don't know who shouted at this time, and the Gallic troops that had not yet gotten rid of the panic and chaos suddenly exploded, and even Yalde, a famous Gallic general, was a little stunned, could it really be the Falcon Army!

"My lord, the eleventh and thirteenth regiments on the flanks have collapsed, Lord Brandt has been killed in battle, Lord Noah is nowhere to be found, the flanks are all in disarray, please evacuate immediately" A Gallic general covered in blood and lost his soul ran over with rolling and crawling,

"Do you just give up?"

A look of dazedness flashed in Yard's eyes, and in the direction of Naguld, severed limbs and remnants abounded, bright red blood seeped into the soil, burning rings of fire on the city walls, mountains of corpses, broken spears and heavy swords everywhere, corpses piled up like mountains, and black enemies, like a tide, poured in this direction

"My lord, if you don't leave, it's too late!"

The words of the Gallic general brought him back from his trance, and the war was extremely cruel, and the generals who followed him fell one by one. But at this time, there was no time for silent mourning for them. As the overall commander, he didn't even have time to shed tears, and he had to concentrate on the battle situation. The two armies fought fiercely under the city of Naguld, with a wide field of vision. But with black smoke billowing all over the city, obscuring his vision, Jarde couldn't see the entire battlefield at a glance, no matter how good his eyesight was. The battlefield as far as the eye can see is only a small part of this fierce battle, the troops of the other side rushing out of the city are obviously the elite of the recuperated elite, the offensive like a bamboo, almost the entire inlay into the flank of the side, the flank troops have been crippled at the moment, countless soldiers are fleeing to this side, the battle line is constantly retreating, far away. This is a bad sign, a harbinger of the collapse of the front. In the event of a collapse, the enemy will inevitably sweep through the entire army

Tell all the troops to withdraw quickly! The Praetorian Guards and I will stay behind the palace!"

Yard straightened his armor, he looked up and glanced at the sky, late afternoon. The sun peeked out of the clouds, and the warm sunlight shone on the battlefield, on those who had died in battle and those who were about to die, and the battle had lasted less than five hours, but there were already 100,000 soldiers of both armies lying on the battlefield forever. This is an unprecedented and spectacular battle, the last blow of the Empire in the north, is it going to fail like this?

"Your Excellency, you can't leave the queen behind! the northern Gallic army can't do without you!" the Gallic general exclaimed

"Do you want me to abandon everyone and run away from the battle?" Alder gave him an angry look, and slowly put the helmet tattooed with a golden lion on his head. Solemn and dignified, the cavalry of the Gallic Praetorian Guard behind him was gathering "Advance, attack the enemy's main position!"

Monyak, dressed in the black armor of the Falcon Army, mixed in with the shock troops, was also looking at this side, he drew his spear from the body of a Gallic soldier, and bright red blood sprayed into his face, like a bloody man,

His eyes were full of confidence on the already shaky Gallic formation, and sure enough, as the man said, the 30,000 sets of infantry armor provided by the Falcon Army, combined with the fuel bombs that had been hidden in advance, the effect was really unexpectedly good.

The Gauls, who were already in chaos, could not carefully distinguish between these infantry in falcon heavy armor, who were actually still the elite pikemen of the Slavs, which directly caused great confusion. (To be continued......)