"Shameless and despicable Vecchia Falcon!" Stanley Spencer, who was on the other side of the river, had a bloodless face, thinking of the heavy casualties of more than 100,000 troops in one night, and the angry face of His Majesty the Emperor when he received the news, he suddenly felt a headache in his heart, and a mouthful of hot blood rushed to his throat, "poof" A scarlet blood arrow spurted from his mouth to the ground, and his body, which had been carrying heavy responsibilities since his appointment, could no longer support it, shook it, and suddenly fell heavily from his warhorse, This sudden situation frightened the people next to him,

"Master Stanley Spencer!" the Gallic general cried out, and the attendants next to him hurriedly jumped off their horses and ran over to help the commander of the army, who was almost not killed

"I'm fine! Leave me alone, order all troops to go down to the river to save people immediately!"

Stanley Spencer, supported by his attendants, struggled to stand up on the ground, pulled out the saber at his waist, and plunged it into the earth, the sharp sword blade made a crisp insertion sound, supporting the whole body, raising his head, a white light from the explosion of the Thor bomb flashed his face as white as paper, but in just half an hour, the tragic scene below had already made his pupils as terrible as if he was about to ooze blood

This time, it was the entire 110,000 troops of the Fourth Legion of the Gallic Empire that came with him, the commander-in-chief of the northwest, one of the main army of the Empire, composed of the most loyal Imperial warriors, who were struggling in the narrow river below.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed such a picture, it was a naked slaughter, countless balls of light dragged down with a long red tail whistling, the river for miles long, surrounded by fireballs that seemed to represent death, and at the same time let out a roaring roar at this moment, those reserves who had not yet entered the river were completely frightened, and the explosion set off a column of water in front of them was more than ten meters high, and it was full of human stumps and flesh and blood fragments.

Some of the stumps were blown up onto the embankment, falling down like raindrops in the air, hanging on the flagpole of the bronze battle flag that the Gauls were proud of, with heads, feet, hands, and intestines up to several meters long, and the violent bombardment caused a section of the river to almost break off for thousands of meters, because there were too many dead people, and the corpses floated and collided with each other in large areas. Swept down by the current, it soon blocked the narrowest part of the river,

"Mom, help!" the light flashed, and the crowd below was crowded, like a swarm of ants that had exploded, "rush out!" Despair and fear spread throughout the army, and some of the Gallic soldiers, who were self-assured and able-bodied, no longer ignored the orders of the army, and slashed each other in order to climb the river embankment as best they could. The soldiers near the river bank desperately moved forward, splitting their comrades who were blocking in front of them with their weapons, and the hot blood rushed to their faces, and everyone went crazy. The whole river is completely messed up, and in order to survive, I can't manage so much anymore,

His companion looked at him in disbelief. In order to get out of this hell on earth as soon as possible, the Gallic soldier did not hesitate to kick the corpse of his companion away, at the other end of the riverbank. Thousands of falcon pikemen, standing in a row on the embankment high on the river bank, looked coldly at the Gauls in the river,

That's the way the dead look at it,

In this battle, His Majesty Falcon issued a cruel order that there was no need to leave prisoners, and in the face of the menacing Gallic army, the fat man decided to give the self-righteous Gallic emperor an unforgettable one-year celebration

This is a gift from the northwest, the 170,000 heads of the Gallic army!"Kill, not a single one is left!" The pikemen raised the spear in his hand without any scruples, and with the stern and murderous command of the infantry captain, the spear was raised high, and then violently slammed into the head of the Gauls who struggled under their feet, and blood rushed out from the heads of the Gauls below, and the desperate and unwilling faces fell under the embankment, turning into an invisible black shadow in the flickering of Thor's fire, "Crossbowman! “

The crossbowmen who had retreated earlier quickly pulled the bowstring behind the heavy infantry, and the violent whistling sound of "Collapse Collapse" immediately filled the air around them, as if it was also a sudden rainstorm in the night, from crossbows to trebuchets, full firepower, a large area of long-range weapons, covering the opposite side of the river and the direction of the river, a dense black spot, in the sky, thousands of arrows rushed towards the embankment like dense dark clouds, "Ah"

The Gauls screamed so loudly that the great group of Gallic soldiers who had just climbed ashore desperately could not stand firm on the embankment before they were shot and fell into the water, blood splattered, and the corpses fell into the river again, and a scarlet color floated on the surface of the river.

The face of the Gallic general from the Emperor's Praetorian Guard was also gloomy, his name was Hucald, he was the squadron leader of the fifth squadron of the Gallic Praetorian Guard, a Gallic royal knight, his duty was to protect the personal safety of Stanley Spencer, and he was not directly involved in military operations, but the tragic scene in front of him made this senior knight from Gallic Kyoto also frightened stupid, he had protected other generals to participate in the war between the East and the Central Beyas,

The war of rivers of blood and corpses was not very strange to him, but the scene in front of him was completely beyond his expectations, and even he didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if he was in such a river of death now.

This is not a war of warriors! Hucald's heart couldn't help but tremble, this is a naked massacre, the slaughter of the victors against the losers, in the northwest of the empire, 100,000 imperial warriors wailed under the blows of the other side, and fell in pieces, until now, less than 1,000 of the 100,000 troops were able to withdraw safely ashore! Moreover, everyone was wounded, as if they had crawled out of the bloody water.

Hukaard even saw a soldier who went to the bank of the river to pull his companions, and was directly hacked to death by his companions who were wielding swords indiscriminately below, and everyone went crazy!

I don't know why the scene in front of him made Hucald think of the eldest daughter standing on the wall of Kyoto before leaving, with a look of anticipation for returning, before, he had never had such hesitation and trance in the war,

As a master of swordsmanship among the guards, he knew very well that on the battlefield, when the sword left the scabbard, there were only two choices: living and dying, but at this moment, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He has no sons, so he has always hoped that his daughter will marry a noble knight so that she can inherit the family business of the Huka family, but the daughter has a crush on the guy. Just a librarian with nothing to do. "You're with my daughter, I'm going to break your legs!"

On the night he left the imperial capital, Hucald did not hesitate to beat the "scoundrel", provoking his daughter, who had always been well-behaved, to refuse to send him for the first time, but in the end, on the wall of the imperial capital, he still saw his daughter's lonely figure.

The defeat in the Sino-Belgian War caused the empire to lose 100,000 troops from that war. The news about the war on the part of the empire seems to be mostly negative,

It is not difficult to understand why the emperor Xià, who has just ascended the throne for a year, attaches so much importance to the northwest, the empire needs a victory to lift the hearts of the people, and the emperor needs a victory to prove himself

But now he was glad that no matter how brave the Imperial warriors met tonight's opponent, they would only be turned into minced meat, in fact. It's not bad to be the wife of a mediocre librarian, at least that scoundrel won't be drafted into battle because of his status as a scholar, and he won't have to face a brutal war. You don't have to intrigue for the affairs of the aristocratic family, as long as you live an ordinary life. "This battle has been lost, and more people can't lose their lives!" Hawkard's eyes flashed with determination, and he suddenly stretched out his powerful right hand and grabbed Stanley Spencer, who was barking at his subordinates like a mad dog. "My lord, the Fourth Legion is finished!" I have the obligation to urge you, now we must give the order to evacuate, otherwise, when the other side crosses the river, we will be truly annihilated! I can't control the others, but the safety of the adults is my responsibility" "No, I can't just withdraw like this, I haven't lost yet, the empire hasn't lost, my 100,000 army is still fighting, they are fighting ......" Stanley Spencer's voice trembled, and he said something that he didn't even believe, and in his eyes, the scorching light, like a squeezed tomato, shone in everyone's pupils with red scraps, and before it was extinguished, more and stronger light flashed again, illuminating the faces of everyone on the Gallic embankment,

The brutal battle was defeated, and the army faced the wails of death,

In his mind, which made him congested with a lot of blood, there was only the idea of wanting to save people, he looked at the others with a hideous face, most of them were similar to him, completely frightened, everyone's idea was that Lord Stanley must be crazy, not to mention saving people at this time, just thinking of getting closer to the river like hell, he felt his legs trembling, and heard Stanley Spencer's desperate order, "My lord is crazy!"

Hundreds of people, you look at me, I look at you, but no one dares to step forward, "If you don't go, then I'll go!"

Stanley Spencer shouted in despair and staggered towards the riverbank, when he suddenly felt a violent pain in the back of his head, and the scene in front of him swirled, and his body fell heavily to the ground, and he fell silent,

In the corners of his eyes were tears that could not be concealed, and the tears dripped down into the dirt on the ground like broken threads, "My lord is too tired!

Realizing that there was no major problem with Stanley Spencer, he stood up,

His eyes swept over the faces of others who had not yet returned to their senses, as an arrogant Praetorian Guard officer, he didn't need to give these guys a good look, and said coldly, "What are you still doing in a daze, didn't you see that Stanley Spencer was already in a coma because of his injuries and excessive exhaustion from his fallen horse, and he didn't carry the adults down!"

The fat man stopped his horse, and in front of him appeared a dam of human flesh formed by the accumulation of a large number of corpses, like a stream of blood kicking and tumbling, and the night of fierce fighting, the Gallic army advancing north suffered heavy losses,

More than 100,000 of the 180,000 troops were killed in this battle, and tens of thousands of other Imperial Guards were spared because they had not yet fully engaged in the battle as a second-line attack force, and the Northwest Coalition Army also suffered 25,000 casualties.

Among them, 19,000 people are the troops of the various forces in the northwest, and 6,000 are the falconry army on the northwest coast, the battle losses were not so high, and the onslaught of the Gallic army in the middle and lower reaches was destroyed and beaten, so that the other armies of the Northwest Coalition Army were like rainbows, and there was almost no need for the fat man to give any orders, and the other troops of the Northwest Coalition Army began to rush to the ferry in a bullish manner, wanting to take the opportunity to beat the water dogs to make a profit, you know, hundreds of thousands of Gallic troops, which represent countless immeasurable trophies, but before they tasted the sweetness, they were beaten by the Gallic Janissaries of the other side, causing more than 6,000 casualties。 Had to push it back again

The sky is slowly bright, what appears in front of everyone is not the warm sunshine, but the white and cold raindrops, like the cry of the heavens, under the rain of the Sona River, the river is like a white mist, you can see countless broken corpses and limbs, rolling down the majestic scene of the river,

That can't be described as spectacular. In the shallow area that had just experienced the most tragic and fierce battle, a large number of debris and corpses were artificially piled up one after another magnificent flesh dams, and the water that carried countless corpses tumbling on them,

The mud was tumbling, the water was bubbling and bubbling, and countless broken human limbs could be seen inside, rising and falling in the tumbling, and the river water that had just calmed down was kicking in a hurry, which was extremely tragic. It's like countless resentful spirits struggling up and down in the Netherworld Blood River and wailing, "Cross the river!"

The fat man only frowned slightly, then waved his hand fearlessly, and jumped into the blood-colored river first.

Although the Gallic army was defeated, tens of thousands of Gallic Janissaries were still there, and the fat man did not want to give the Gauls any respite and gave orders. The army didn't even rest, and crossed this river of flesh and blood,

The horse's hooves set foot on the shallows of the lower Sona River. The slightly chilly May rain hit the fat man's cold helmet, and under the horse's hooves was like a return of blood, and the black demon king's armor on his body was washed by the rain.

In the white rain, the fat man's black eyes emitted a luster similar to that of the netherworld, and the cavalrymen in black armor lined up behind him, and the huge golden falcon battle banner was on the back of the horse behind them, making a crackling vibration,

In the middle and lower reaches of the river, 200,000 northwest troops are crossing the river on pontoon bridges spanning in columns, and the infantry spears covering the front and rear of the mountains and fields cover the ground in front and rear, and a large number of cavalry ride directly into the river, rushing to the opposite bank in the bloody water as high as the horse's belly.

In front, Salon galloped over in light armor, "How about your business?" The fat man waved his hand, and the guards cavalry behind him stopped, and Salon stopped his horse a few meters in front of him, and said excitedly. Of course, there is no problem, I led a thousand cavalry to take advantage of the night to hand over those problematic grains to the people of the Southwest Army in the port, I believe that at this moment, those grains will soon be handed over to the withdrawn Imperial Guards as military rations, but I can't figure it out, since we can use the sea route, why don't we directly send cavalry into the rear of the other side in advance, and flank the front and rear, even if there are more Gallic troops, they will only be wiped out!"

"Although these 180,000 heads are meant to be given to the Gallic Emperor as a gift, it is better to use them as a waste!" The fat man said with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Don't forget, just like us, in the southwest, there are people who want these 180,000 troops to die!" "Your Majesty means Murphy Obon!" A trace of confusion flashed on Sallon's face, could it be that His Majesty let these tens of thousands of Gallic Janissaries retreat, what does it have to do with Murphio Boone? "The real winner of this battle in the northwest is not us!" The fat man took a deep breath and said, "Murphy Boone is an ambitious guy who seems to be on our side, but in fact he is just trying to use us as a shield"

The fat man's voice stopped, and he said slowly, "Murphy Oone is recruiting troops in the southwest, and he has more than 100,000 elites in a few months, and his power is getting stronger and stronger, this time the northwest commander has lost 100,000 troops, and the army has been defeated and retreated into the southwest, which is already a mortal situation, and our army will be pressed by 200,000 troops, and the other party will inevitably ask for help from Murphy Boone in the southwest, if Murphy Oone is not a fool, he will definitely seize this opportunity to show Xiàn to the Gallic Emperor and show that he is loyal"" In this case, in order to win over the southwest against the northwest, the Gallic emperor would inevitably grant him the position of governor of the southwest, and he would get what he coveted without spending a single soldier,

"If it is allowed to develop, according to his understanding of our northwest, if there is an excellent opportunity, who dares to say that it will not become a problem for my northwest henchmen" "Then we will give him those military rations?" Salon seemed to think of something

"He wants to reap the benefits of the fisherman, can't we just let him rebel?" The fat man smiled at the corner of his mouth, "If someone secretly reports the news of the problem with the military rations provided by Murfeoh Boone to the Northwest Commander-in-Chief, what do you say about this Northwest Commander-in-Chief who is thinking about how to explain to the Emperor of Gaul?"

Siron is not a fool, he reacted immediately, and suddenly said, "He will definitely report to the Gallic Emperor and put the blame for this battle on Murphy Oboone, at that time, there are only two possibilities, one, Murphy Oone was secretly recalled to Kyoto by the Gallic Emperor's chief to kill him, and second, that is, Murphy Oone had to fight tens of thousands of Gallic Janissaries and declare the southwest to secede from the Gallic Empire under the condition of great vitality"

"Not bad!" the fat man nodded. Looking at the magnificent army rushing ahead, he said coldly, "The southwest is the only way to the hinterland of the Gallic Empire, I can't always wait for him, fight quickly, take this opportunity to level the southwest in one fell swoop, open the big passage to the hinterland of Gaul, at that time, in front of my 200,000 troops in the northwest, he Murphy Boone only has two choices: surrender and destruction! Under this sky, there is no room for a two-faced person like him!" (To be continued......)