"Smack"

The sound of the wheat stalks being crushed by heavy ruts was heard under the cart, and farmer Marr happily drove his ox cart full of wheat past a golden wheat field, and the distant sun dragged a long shadow on the horizon.

The entire northwest coast is a scene of harvest land, and the harvest season is full of joy

In the fertile fields, there were busy crowds of people everywhere, and farmers like Marr trapped the ripe wheat together, piled it high on the ox cart, and then drove the ox cart to the village mill with joy, and there was a stone platform for husking outside the mill, and after beating the husk on the stone platform, the white wheat was poured into the inner groove of the mill with stone mills, and the location of the mill was generally the highest place in the village, and it was often necessary to go up along the winding mountain road, but the farmers did not complain about this.

Because the higher the terrain, the more wind there is, the less effort the farmers have to expend, and this advantage is even more pronounced in areas close to the coast.

When Marl arrived at the mill, there were already seven or eight men here, and the ox carts full of wheat were parked on the wide flat in front of the windmill according to the custom of their respective owners, and at the door of the mill an old man was loading bags of white flour into the cart with a happy face.

It was old York, and Marr had seen him drive his ox-cart to this place at noon to-day, and above his head the wings of the great windmill were turning and making a rhythmic rattling sound, like a three-legged giant, wielding some tool to turn the wheat into that white powder which one could feel joy at the sight of it.

"It's unbelievable! It's a giant's power!" A farmer looked at the wide wings of the windmill that were 20 meters high, and the sound of driving it, and his mouth made an inhaling sound.

"Who says it's not, if you can mobilize the power of monsters, it's no wonder that the northwest coast is so powerful! Actually, isn't our defeat very humiliating?" said a companion next to him, "Have you heard? This time the northwest coast has gone to the southwest, and it really earned us a good face in the northwest" This time it was the young man inside, "Jobiko." Haven't you always been dissatisfied with the migration of the Northwest Coast?How can this also help the Northwest Coast speak?" Hearing the conversation of several people, a farmer laughed beside him and said, "Dissatisfied? Ed, you can't talk nonsense!" The farmer named Jobiko stood up, patted the ox cart full of wheat behind him, and said, "Although the migration was a little unkind at the beginning, when you see these white flowers of wheat turned into flour and piled up in front of you, do you need to be dissatisfied?" We only need to hand over 20 percent of this amount of grain, and if it was before, the lords and lords would have to take 90 percent."

Hear Jobico's words. Everyone was silent, Bangor used to be the wheat producing area of the northwest, and the Bangor people who lived there have been growing food for as long as they can remember, and no matter the sun rises and sets, the clouds are rolling up, and most of the Bangor people living here are busy under the hands of the lords and landowners, no matter how unpredictable the wind and rain outside. For the Bengo civilians, there was no need to pay much attention, and whoever ruled the area would have to pay 90 percent or more of the grain as taxes. After hard work every day, in the end, I can barely survive.

There is only the sound of a huge windmill turning in my ears, which makes people feel small.

The mill was not guarded. On weekdays, whoever wants to use it goes by himself and watches the wind blow the huge windmill. Driving the stone roller in the mill to rotate, watching the slices of wheat milled into flour and finally becoming bags on heavy ox carts, everyone's eyes are full of deep attachment,

"This land that is not my homeland has conquered everyone!" "Mal saw the same emotion in everyone's eyes, he is also a Bangor, more than half a year has passed, and of course Mal remembers the war and turmoil that destroyed the whole Bangor

The looting of the northwest coast, of course, led to the food crisis in Bangor, but the former lord's expropriation and large-scale brutal suppression were undoubtedly the main reason for Bangor's final demise, and the food crisis in that winter, at least 100,000 Bangor people died, and for those of them who survived, as long as they thought about the scene at that time, watching their living relatives weaken day by day, until they became thin and thin, and finally died in the cold, now Bangor, he can still feel the fear that touches the soul,

Of course, there is also the delicious fish soup, which is the miraculous food that has revived the whole Bangor, and when the hunger and cold are in the face of despair, it is the irresistible fragrance that has saved Bangor and saved hundreds of thousands of Bangors like him.

It's just that he didn't know that in order to do enough work, an important minister of the empire named Duoxuan had accompanied the refugees to eat fish soup for fifteen days in a row, and now he could vomit when he smelled fish

"Oh, there are so many people!Can the one in front give way to the car behind" An inquiring voice came from behind, and Marl pulled his ox cart to the side,

On the winding mountain road, the ox carts full of harvest wheat are one after another, Marr looked up at the sky, the golden sunset showed a patch, which means that it will not rain these days, but even if it rains, it doesn't matter, after harvesting, the wheat field, after more than ten days of soaking, can be re-cultivated, in Mar's mind, it seems to see countless ploughing oxen pulling iron plows, turning out the moist soil, and stirring the whole land again.

Unbeknownst to Mal, in a hilltop villa in the Ditru region that he didn't know, Hukochili walked into the fat man's office with a report in his hand

"Your Majesty, according to the report of the Commercial Alliance, the Eighth Army of the Empire has just given the order to blockade all grain stores!"

The scenery here is excellent, and it is no wonder that His Majesty Falcon chose this place as the command post of this battle, from the heights, you can not only have an unobstructed view of the entire Ditru Heights, but also make people feel a trace of impulsive yearning for the end of the land in the distance.

If according to the Falcon Majesty's own words, standing in front of the window here can make people have a kind of ambition to encompass a qiē!

"Oh, do you notice? It's still a dull opponent," the fat man looked up from the table, took the report, and closed it after a few glances, responding decently. The reaction of the Eighth Army was not surprising, the cavalry they sent to attack the target was so clear, the other side only needed a little attention to notice the catty inside, but what could it be? Grain could not grow overnight, and he ordered the burning of three-quarters of the grain produced in the Solas area, and he had no intention of concealing the combat target

"How's the progress of Salon?" "I think we've already found the intended target," Hukochili hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly, "Although the previous raid was carried out and the camps of the garrisons in various places were investigated, His Majesty asked him to cut off the communication between the Gallic army back and forth within three days. And at least kill more than five generals, isn't it too difficult for a strong man!" "In three days, a plate of scattered enemies, and if you can't do this, then he Salon will be too forgetful for me!" Handing the report back to Hukochili, the fat man casually inserted the pen into the pen holder, drew a sketch on his desk, and said in a muffled voice, "This time, our opponent is as many as 200,000 elite Gallic troops. For the sake of prudence, there is an important reason for the Gallic Eighth Army, which is close to the heights of Ditru, to be the first choice for attacking"

The fat man's voice stopped, and he flipped out a copy of the text from the table, "According to the intelligence." The Eighth Army was an infantry corps of the Gauls, whose commander Hebriel came from the eastern Gaul battlefields, and was larger in number than the Sixth Legion, which was sent by the Gaul Emperor at the same time. However, the elite Cheng dù was not as good as the Sixth Army, which was known as the "Tiger Army", because of its large numbers, so the garrison area in the Solas area was also larger. It encompasses almost two-thirds of Soras's territory, with 110,000 men, but if it is dispersed like this, the forces in each area are very limited, and Salon's 20,000 cavalry can have an advantage in a single face."

And the "Tiger Army" The Sixth Army, the first batch of troops drawn to the Solas area is only 70,000 people, far less complete and unscrupulous than the Eighth Army, and the most elite 20,000 Tiger Wing Infantry is still on the way to the Kyoto Festival, it is estimated that it will not arrive until mid-July at the latest, so the Sixth Army is much more cautious and cautious than the Eighth Army in terms of arrangement, although it is also disguised as a local army, but the interval between the divisions is very small, and the partial field that is easy to be attacked is abandoned, but the mountains to the north of the Solas area are selectedIt's undoubtedly much easier!"

"Three days is not easy for Salon's task, and it is the same for us, three days, defeating a 100,000 army is a challenge!" From the point of view of time, Salon's first target should have been successful, and the Gallic Eighth Army, which had just been harassed once, must not have imagined that after a cavalry unit was inserted, we would crush them with a dignified offensive from the front, so that they would completely lose the opportunity to assemble the main force, and the order was passed on, and the army would set off in the afternoon."

Somewhere in the Solas region,

The white fog in the early morning meanders and flows on the mountain road, like a white water flowing in the mountains and forests, the fog in the night moistens the ground wet, as if it is pushed over, and draws a rough line on the ground, the sun has just revealed the horizon in the distance, the blood-red morning glow, covering the dawn looming in the east, these gorgeous colors change in the distance, most of the sky, has not yet woken up from the vast night of last night, and the ocean shows a vast floating dark blue.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves is extraordinarily clear, getting closer and closer, in the refreshing morning breeze, the morning light slowly opened the prelude to the darkness of the earth,

The faint light gradually illuminated the black line on the top of the mountain, and the sunlight sprinkled on the earth,

The cold air was filled with sweet smells, the rumbling of horses' hooves was like bursts of muffled thunder, occasionally mixed with the neighing of war horses and the collision and friction of metal vests, and the black armor was lined up in several moving black long lines, shining with a faint luster under the golden light of the sun.

Dense cavalry queues continue to emerge on the high hills, looking like a black wall that suddenly appeared in the hilly area from a distance, the morning light shining down from the morning fog makes these black cavalry shine a dark luster all over their bodies, cold, bloody, mysterious, neat queues quietly look at a plain below

The 5th Infantry Regiment of the 8th Gallic Army was stationed, in the Valley of the Lilies

"It seems that His Majesty's guess is correct"

Saron rode on a black warhorse. Looking at the huge barracks below that was still at a loss, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Although they have been attacked, because of the short time and some luck that they think that the crisis has passed, these commanders of the Eighth Army really did not immediately move the camp! The previous Fourth Infantry Regiment was like this, and the current Fifth Infantry Regiment was the same, this sharp knife of his own pierced deep into the command system of the Eighth Army, and His Majesty squeezed it violently outside, plus the area where he was stationed was in turmoil because of food, His Majesty took the initiative to attack. There has always been no room for resistance, and the Eighth Army, which has 100,000 people, ...... It's so hard not to die."

"Kill!" Ssalonn squinted his one-eye, glanced at the red morning sun that had just climbed to the top of the mountain in the distance, that little bit of sunlight, and finally dyed his cloudy one-eyed red, Ssalon pulled out his war knife, the war horse was like thunder, and the 20,000 cavalry of the Central Army was like a huge iron plow, plowing the camp gate of the Fifth Infantry Regiment into the ground in an instant. The outer fence that flew out was like a blooming peach, and countless horses' hooves rushed directly over like this.

The deputy commander of the Fifth Infantry Regiment, Anta, had just run out of the tent in a panic. I saw a black stream of iron all over the mountains coming towards me

"Enemy attack......" touched, Anta's voice was not finished, and his body was knocked out by the galloping war horse, which were the last two words he shouted. Although the 5th Infantry Regiment had 20,000 men, it had only 1,500 troops in its headquarters due to its scattered garrison. According to the norm, there are at least 3,000 people, but the commander of the Roy Gain regiment had previously killed 1,500 people in the attack, so that the headquarters of the Fifth Infantry Regiment was directly submerged under the strong impact of tens of thousands of cavalry.

Solas regional borders

"With the rhythmic sound of neat footsteps, even the towers on the border trembled,

Rulin's spear brought a magnificent light and shadow in front, the armor of the Falcon infantry group was white in the mist, and the oppressive force gathered by tens of millions of people was coming, on the two wings of the infantry phalanx, the cavalry advanced in a skirmish line, and the cavalry group quickly crossed the infantry phalanx, and rushed across the border at a distance of 1,005 meters, and the Gallic defenders on the border were completely stupid, because of the order of the regiment headquarters, most of the troops were transferred to encircle and suppress the rebel cavalry that had burrowed into the hinterland, and the current border was as weak as a piece of paper that could be pierced by a stab." Hold on, the legion will come to us!"

The officers of the Eighth Army of Gaul shouted with all their might, and the sky suddenly darkened, and a large cluster of arrows came at us, like a large black cloud, obscuring the color of the sky that should have been, and the dark clouds instantly turned into raindrops, and a waterfall of metal fell from the sky! The whole platoon of soldiers suddenly flew backwards several meters, even more than ten meters, after a few blows in this storm, and their bodies in heavy infantry armor twisted into an unnatural posture in mid-air, flipping and being shot into hedgehogs full of arrows. "Forward!" the Falcon infantry phalanx began to accelerate, and on the opposite side of them, quietly did not react. Compared to the fanfare over there, there was a deathly silence here, with corpses all over the ground, and the living fleeing. "Bastard, what the hell is this ......" In the base camp of the Eighth Army, Hebury took the two battle reports he had just received, and his heart became cold,

Following the dismissal of the 4th Infantry Regiment from the regimental headquarters, the 5th Infantry Regiment suffered the same consequences, this time even worse, from the deputy commander of the regiment to the Anta down, there was no one alive, and the cavalry of the Northwest rebels who launched the attack had long since disappeared "This group of idiots!

No matter how stupid it is, Hebury also feels that something is wrong, these destroyed infantry regimental headquarters are several infantry regiments that were attacked last time, obviously, these infantry regiment commanders did not adjust the arrangement in time, and as a result, they were attacked by the other party again, but that time was an attack, and this time it was indeed a real destruction, in just 1 day, the two infantry regimental headquarters suffered a ruined blow, killing and wounding more than 5,000 people, including 576 officers, and the middle-level officers of the two infantry regiments were almost completely wiped out

And he got a report from the front, the Northwest rebel army of 40,000 people suddenly killed from the Ditru area, within a day, broke through the defensive line of the Eighth Army, and was rapidly advancing in depth, no way, Hebury had just ordered the armies to come back to intercept the Northwest cavalry that had drilled into his hinterland, no one expected that the Northwest Infantry Corps would seize this opportunity and suddenly launch a full-scale offensive against the Solas area, and in one day, on the border of Solas, the Northwest Rebels and the Eighth Army were like two big dragons twisted together, entangled and bitten each other,

He obviously has more powerful forces than the other side, but because of the intrusion of this cavalry, he has to fight on two fronts, and the infantry group of the northwest rebels is advancing very quickly, because it is impossible to quickly gather forces, and on some borders, the defense area of the infantry regiment is being divided and surrounded by large blocks of the northwest rebels, and even collapsed. "This battle is too unjust!" Hebury's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a bitter taste,

The two infantry regiments were almost paralyzed, and the situation that originally seemed to be superior, because of the loss of the Ditru area, completely lost the initiative,

The cavalry and infantry clusters of the Northwest Rebels blossomed inside and outside their Eighth Army, and they were completely powerless to fight with the tactics of splitting and advancing (to be continued......