In August, after a month of fierce fighting, the Gallic army regained the northern periphery of Allah, and the army advanced into Nagurd, the most important city of the Slavs in the north.

Nagurd is the second largest city in northern Gaul, with a population of 400,000, and after the Slavs occupied this city, they deliberately positioned this large city as the capital of the future Slavic kingdom, so they hoarded a large number of supplies and armaments, and it is currently the seat of the Slavic Presbytery.

In August, it was the rainy season in the north, the storm was like a wild horse, turning over the mountains on the northern edge of Gaul, mercilessly hitting the ground below, black clouds rolled over, with a waterfall-like rain pouring down, growing dense grass on the ground, into a difficult mud,

"Boom" thunder roared in the clouds overhead, and confused silver lightning pierced the sky overhead, illuminating the walls of Naguld's tall city.

On a mound outside the city, Figueros looked firmly at the majestic city in front of him, which was the last line of defense of the Slavs, and if it could be broken with one blow, the Slavs' control in the north would be completely over.

According to intelligence, the Slavs stationed 110,000 troops in the city, and it is said that even children over the age of fourteen were recruited, and during this time, the Slavs may have felt the pressure of extinction, and the scraping of the occupied areas became more intensified.

He frowned slightly at the tragic sight of a village he passed yesterday, the whole village was burned, the ground was covered with corpses, and everything of value in the village was looted, which showed that in the past, the Slavs were mainly plundered by wealthy nobles and wealthy citizens. But now, judging by the villages burned to ruins that I saw yesterday, the Slavs have reached the point of doing everything they can, and the closer you get to the city, the more pronounced it becomes,

If this is true even in a big city like Nagurd, the rest of the world is afraid that the situation will be even worse

"No matter how many Gauls die, does it have anything to do with me?"

Figueros' face grim, his cold gaze retracted from the distant city wall.

He had no interest in the life and death of the Gallic civilians, and in order to be faster and more effective than the troops of other generals, he never restrained his subordinates in defeating the Slavs, and turned the looted goods of the Slavs into his own private property, which was why his troops were the most combative and aggressive in the Gallic army, which was typical of the Normans of the northwest.

"Do you see that? All the looted wealth should finally be gathered in this city!" Figueros's voice resounded through the battlefield, and he turned and pointed to the city of Nagould with his right hand, "That's the wealth of the whole of northern Gaul!"

With his words spoken. The eyes of the more than a dozen Gallic generals standing behind him suddenly lit up, "My lord, this time it's Nagurd, are we ......" A Gallic general looked a little worried, "What's wrong with Nagurd" Figueros smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to worry too much. In war, there are all kinds of losses, and it is completely possible to cover up everything with a fire afterwards. Take it, the Slavs will completely lose their foundation, the battle in the north is basically equivalent to an early end, in the face of all of you who have made great achievements, I believe that there will be no one to pursue the specific whereabouts of those belongings at that time!

"Yes, who cares about the chaos of the war!" the generals glanced at each other, full of greed, "So, do you choose to continue to wait for the other troops to arrive and attack the city together, or do we do it ourselves!" Figueros's voice stopped, and he suddenly asked, in just two months, he has changed from a small attendant to a commander who now commands an army of 50,000 people, in addition to his excellent command on the battlefield, there is also the fact that he is willing to give up a piece of loot to his subordinates, some generals who were originally dissatisfied with him are from the northwest, and at this time they are also desperate for this young famous general, "Just give orders, my lord!" The Gallic generals raised their heads, the corners of their mouths smirked, and their eyes were as red as beasts, this is the Slavic stronghold, the wealth of the entire north is gathered here, how can you fight once, otherwise when the battle in the north is over, where to find such a good opportunity

"In that case, I give the order! Siege the city! Take it!" Figueros glanced at the generals who had been summoned up by himself, drew his saber with a sigh, raised it high, and shouted, "As usual, whoever has the first troops to capture the city wall will have the right to choose the richest area!"

"Forward!" As the order was given, the Gallic army began to approach the city walls, "boom" The sky flashed with muffled thunder, the shining electric light illuminated the faces of the Gallic soldiers, the rain hit the armor and raised a white waterline, this Gallic army was at the peak of its morale and military spirit, and the ten phalanxes discharged by the 50,000 Gallic vanguard army were bathed in a white mist rain, the queue was fierce, and the murderous aura was soaring, and the countless towering spears were like dense forests, and the neat Gallic phalanx shields were like thick walls of steel, revealing the cold light of killing in this rain curtain" Is that the army called Figueros down there?'

On the walls of Nagurd, an old Slavic elder looked at the Gallic army approaching like a mountain below, his face showed a trace of anger, and the black robe on his body could not hide the deep hatred.

"Grand Elder Fern is right, the butcher's troops are under the city!" beside the elder, a middle-aged Slavic general with a stern expression replied respectfully. The rest of the Gauls' troops, all under the attack of our small troops, coupled with the heavy rain, paused the approaching speed, only this butcher's troops, we did not stop him, sure enough, still arrogant and without scruples rushed over, the day before yesterday in one fell swoop to break through the two acropolis on the periphery, yesterday even the southeast of the Acropolis of Baka was also breached, more than 3,000 of our Slavic warriors were killed by him, it is said that this butcher must kill all our people every time he breaks the city, even children and women!"

"The Normans of the Northwest! They are all wolves who drink human blood! Among the enemies who fought with us at the beginning, there were Normans! I didn't expect that now in the north of Gaul, they are still Normans!" Slavic Elder Fern's eyes flashed, he looked at the Slavic general in charge, and asked, "Have all those things arrived? That's something specially prepared for this Northwest wolf, since the other party really thinks that he has won a hundred battles." Then we will kill him with those terrible weapons of the Falcon Empire, and avenge the tens of thousands of our compatriots who died at his hands!" "Yes, everything is ready, no problem!" Hearing this, the Slavic general shook his body and replied with a worried appearance, "Of the 4,000 rounds of fuel bombs obtained by secret agreement with the Falcon Empire this time, 1,000 rounds have been intensively transported to the city wall, but today's heavy rain, will it have an impact on the effect?"

"I don't know if it will have an effect, but the Falcon Empire's fuel ammunition is said to be a terrible thing that is difficult to extinguish even in heavy rain!" Elder Fern's old face fell. I looked up and looked at the heavy rain falling overhead, and I also looked a little worried,

In Fort North, 50 miles from Nagurd

"Ready, the enemy is coming!"

Large patches of rain hit the walls, and the muddy water was splashed by the trampling of the Slavic soldiers running back and forth, and on some of the towers of the walls, the black barrels in the carefully placed corners could be faintly seen, and the Slavic archers were ordered to open their bowstrings towards the Gallic army below, and defending the city was not the strong point of the Slavs. But this time they were forced to the last line of defense, and the Slavic soldiers stationed in Nagurd had already risen to the death of the city wall battle,

In the walls of an acropolis, the famous Gallic general Alder who climbed the wall frowned slightly and looked at the hellish scene in front of him.

The mutilated corpses of the two armies were stacked on top of each other at the battlements of the city wall, slightly white from the pouring rain, the blood-stained battlements looked particularly miserable in the rain, and the scattered stone walls were covered with traces of trebuchet bullets. In the white raindrops, the remnants of the Slavic army, less than a thousand people, still resisted desperately in front of the Gallic army that was pouring in like a tidal wave. The acropolis, with no more than 3,000 defenders, delayed the main army of Yald for six hours.

"Are the Slavs all crazy?"

Yald held a blood-dripping sword in his hand, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, according to the previously specified plan, it should be 200,000 Gallic troops divided into four routes, forcing Nagurd's acropolis forces to shrink to Nagurd, and then the army surrounded Nagurd and completely annihilated the last battle strength of the Slavs, but the situation in front of him showed that the Slavs did not withdraw their forces holding the acropolis, but resisted the Gallic army, which was obviously superior in strength, this was a battle to the death!

Although the Acropolis was occupied, the Jarde's troops could only continue to advance after resting, and at this moment, the situation was the same on the other roads, the four acropolises, nearly 10,000 Slavic warriors, with flesh and blood to disrupt the Gallic army on all sides, except for Figueros's troops, who did not suffer strong obstacles, and their troops reached directly under the city of Nagould, the other Gallic troops more or less encountered desperate resistance from the Slavic army when attacking the Acropolis, and chose to stop and rest halfway

"Shooting"

At the walls of Nagurd, the sound of the Slavs' trumpets sounded in the sky,

Archers were all over the city, and the hearts of those who watched were struck by the darkness, and countless loosened bowstrings, with a flickering arrow of cold light, tore through the curtain of rain pouring down from the air, and covered the Gallic army that was rushing down from the top of the city,

"Pop" countless locust-like flying arrows accompanied by the rain falling from the sky into the body of the Gallic infantry, and the cluster of arrows struck the wide phalanx shield of the Gallic infantry with a crisp sound like raindrops.

"Forward, rush!"

The phalanx of the Gallic army, facing the cluster of arrows, leaned against the city wall, like a whole row of blue waves hitting the cliff wall, and the city wall below was shot into a hedgehog full of white feathered arrows, and the corpses of the Gallic soldiers were stacked in a clear horizontal line, and the waves pressed up against the wall.

"Shooting" with a rapid bowstring sound in the city, thousands of white lines once again tore the rain curtain attack, the "clanging" armor impact and the screams of the arrows mixed in the raindrops, it seemed to be terrible, some of the military formations in the forefront had to stop, but more in the rainstorm silent advance of the shadow, like the steel beast that appeared in the rain curtain, no matter how many arrows overhead, no matter how many companions fell on the way forward, they were still like an unstoppable steel shield wall leaning towards the city wall,

From time to time, the Gallic infantry holding shields were shot by stray arrows that blocked the flight, and their bodies fell and rolled in the quagmire under their feet, and the Gallic soldiers close to the city wall immediately threw hooks and hit the inner side of the wall hanging on the wall, and the metal hooks were in the shape of triangular hooks.

Crooked hooks bounced up a cloud of dust over the walls. Firmly attached to the strong battlements, "cut off these hooks!" The Slavs on the ramparts raised their weapons and slashed at the ropes behind the hooks, but there were too many soldiers on the Gallic side, and they had already pounced on them like a tide. The lightly armoured Gallic assault infantry, with huge shields on their backs and sharp swords in their mouths, shot barbed triangular weapons from the foot of the city below, and then climbed up with agility along the ropes nailed to the battlements.

"Kill!"

The Slavic infantry stabbed the heads of the Gallic soldiers who were climbing down with their spears on top, and the Gallic infantry who were climbing down grabbed each other's spears and pulled them down, and the battle between the two armies was brutal and tragic. Spears and swords were wielding everywhere.

"Forward!"

The morale of the Gallic soldiers was like a rainbow, but it was no more than the blood of their compatriots spraying, the soldiers who fell from the walls were screaming, and the dense spear tips below the city shimmered with the terrible edge of metal in the white rain curtain. Guns are like a forest. The human head is moving like a swarm of ants below, and the human scalp is numb.

"Go ahead, kill them all!"

The two sides of the desperate battle gritted their teeth, and blood flew everywhere. Everywhere there were screams one after another, and the hoarse cries of the infantry captains were directed towards the meat grinder-like walls, and the fierce fighting on the walls reached its worst moment, and the Gallic assault infantry formed an assault force and poured into the city road. They climbed up along the hook. The armor on his body collided with the city wall with a screeching metallic sound, and the assault infantry aimed at the location of Naguld's city gate,

After a series of battles with the Slavs, the Gauls had already realized that the Slavs had improved their equipment. But he had no experience in defending the city,

The most important city gate is as long as the pressure is great. The Slavic general would immediately transfer the reserves at the city gate position, so he attacked the city wall with a large army, and attacked the city gate with elite light infantry, which was tried and tested again and again, but this time, the Gallic assault infantry who were about to repeat the old trick with the city gate as the assault target hit the iron plate at once

Waiting for them at the city gate are the most famous Slav warriors of the Northlands, these Northland warriors are basically more than two meters tall, wearing heavy armor, and the weapons in their hands are also violent double-sided battle axes, they line up along the east side of the city gate, the number of up to 3,000 people, is the most elite troops of the Slavs, they appear here, it is a complete coincidence, these elite troops were originally used as an assault outside the city, but they were unexpectedly encountered with the Gallic assault infantry attacking the city gate area

The heavily armored Northland warriors and the light-armed assault infantry who pursue lightness, the two are completely unequal, and it is a completely oppressive massacre, and the Northland warriors are like killing machines rushing into the Gallic assault infantry group.

The heavy double-sided battle axe slashed from the Gallic assault infantry shield, and the powerful and heavy battle axe directly shattered the iron bar on the surface of the shield.

"Poof" blood spurted out from the cracked body, the colorful internal organs exploded like squeezed tomatoes, and in the dense metal impact, blood rushed out of the bodies of the Gallic soldiers who were chopped to death in pieces, the Gallic light infantry suffered heavy losses, and were cut down by the whole platoon of heavy infantry on the back, and the corpses were piled up on the ground, and the Northland infantry did not hesitate to step over the fragmented corpses, driving the panicked Gallic assault infantry together, and after a burst of bloody and flesh slashing, blood stained the walls on both sides of the city gate

"My lord, something is wrong with the situation! Could it be that the enemy has strengthened the defense of the city gate, how can it be delayed for so long!" Outside the city, a Gallic general who had not seen the assault infantry open the city gate for a long time, said to Figueros with a strange expression, "Pass the order, send out the death battalion!" Figueros looked at the fierce battle wall with blazing eyes, and seemed to sense something, raising his hand towards the dense forest in the distance, the siege tower hidden in the woodland was retreated, behind this huge body covered with animal skins, followed by dozens of Gallic heavy infantry in heavy armor, and a thousand heavy infantry in heavy armor and holding siege spears, in the hazy pouring rain, these people were like ghosts that suddenly flashed in the dark shadows, and the cold ice rain fell on the armor on their bodies, turning into white splashes," It's a death battalion!"'

Seeing this unit, the faces of the Gallic soldiers in front of them changed slightly, and they all consciously moved out of the way, these Gallic soldiers wearing heavy armor had gloomy faces, their eyes were full of cruelty, and the heavy helmet masks on their heads had all been put down, only in the eye position, revealing a cross-shaped gap to see the road ahead

They were not the kind of death battalions that served as cannon fodder, but the elite of the Slavs who feared what they called the killers in the dark, all of whom were born into the military, who were captured during the fall of the North, and most of whom had a bitter hatred for the Slavs,

In order to show that they are impure warriors, their armor is draped in blood-stained battle robes, the background color of the battle robes is pure white, but because they have killed too many people, they have turned a dark red, they are like a silent and sharp torrent of steel slowly moving under the banner of the unclean army,

The violent sound of tearing the air from above the city wall sounded overhead, and powerful arrows pierced the rain curtain, bringing out white lines of water,

The soldiers of the death battalion behind the visor were not in a state of panic, but the Slavic archers on the city wall were somewhat killed, only to see these soldiers wearing heavy knight foot combat heavy armor all over their bodies, and the arrows shot from the city could only be knocked on the outer armor in vain, and then a crisp sound was bounced off, and some of the heavy armor shot into the inner armor would also be stuck by the chain mail inside, (to be continued......