At the beginning of June, the hot summer really came, the dew on the plains disappeared in the morning, the sun's rays shone brighter, the whole earth shrank, under the clouds in the distance, the high peaks were still covered with white snow as always, and the damp woods were silent, as if the world was frozen at this moment,

A forest spotted splenet jumped on the branches, the crisp and pleasant birdsong revealed the joy of summer in the light sandy fog, the sun transmitted down from the clouds, the milky white light mist shrouded the earth, under the breeze blowing, the light mist slowly dissipated, gradually rose from the ground, and finally disappeared,

Under the blue sky of June, the world suddenly became much more refreshing and clear.

On the flat meadows in the northern part of the Great Basin of Gaul, the line of sight is very clear, you can see almost anywhere ten miles away, on the edge of the connection between heaven and earth, you can faintly see the rolling clouds, a young figure standing on the raised mound of the plain, looking at the vast wilderness in front of him with sparkling eyes,

Under his gaze, the Gallic Imperial light cavalry wearing the heraldic robes of the Imperial Army quickly rode past from the weeds with high morale, and the whole team of infantry holding the imperial standard tower shield stepped into the deserted field in front of them with a determined expression, and in front of the army, there was a lit watchtower, and black smoke rose into the sky.

There seemed to be no interest in the abandoned watchtower, the Gallic legion was embroidered with a gorgeous battle flag with golden tassels, and the people who abandoned the watchtower walked in a hurry, and there were discarded items everywhere, and the Gallic army marched in an orderly manner, like a long black dragon spreading on the edge of this plain, and under the wind, dense spears like the cold light of the wilderness, and the banners in the sky were hunting and hunting, "Lord Philrogus"

The sound of horses' hooves came from the front, and a Gallic herald ordered the cavalry to gallop from a distance. The horse slammed down in front of the young general, and because it was too fast, the horse's hooves rose and he took a few steps backwards before he steadied, and the herald horseman said in a respectful voice, "Our scouts have spotted the Slavs' troops ten miles ahead."

"How many are there?"

The young man withdrew his gaze from a distance, took the squire's whip, and stepped on the war horse next to him, with a grim expression,

He was handsome, about 25 years old, and his cold face revealed a sharp feeling. Dressed in the armor of a Gallic general, his long chestnut hair sticks out from behind his golden helmet, he is heroic, his eyes are like electricity, and the most eye-catching thing is the uniquely shaped cross heavy sword he carries behind his back, the length of the heavy sword is one and a half meters, and it is carried on his back, and the sword gauntlet is spread outward. Like a pair of small wings, it looks exaggerated, with a metal hook in the shape of a goshawk at the end of the hilt, and a complex dark pattern and a family coat of arms coiled with dark red gemstones. It's a color that has been passed down for hundreds of years to form

The use of a bird of prey as a decoration for a long sword is not in the Gaul style, and anyone who sees this sword will feel that this sword has an aura from the savage land of the northwest, and this sword is called the falcon. The previous generation was mastered by the Normans Avetze, the famous god of war of the Goshawk, and since the fall of the Goshawk Avetzer in the Battle of Salander, the Normandy region has experienced a brutal Normandy rebellion. Millions of Normans were killed by the Salander expeditionary force, and more people froze to death and starved to death in the war, and there were less than 100,000 Normans who survived.

"The strength of the 5,000-strong troops, led by the Slavic chieftaincy!

The scout cavalry made his own guess, and his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at the young man, whose name was Philogus, and a month ago, he was only an inconspicuous retinue of the local garrison, Duke Sid, and the Slavs' army of 100,000 men marched south, and at its most ferocious, it had broken through the defenses of three cities in a row,

The people of Gaul were panicked, and from the local provinces to Kyoto, Gaul,

It seems that no one thinks that there is enough strength to block the advance of up to 100,000 Slavs, even the opinion of the famous Gaul general who was temporarily transferred to the northern battlefield, he said in a sad tone at the military meeting: "Our army and the Slavs fought to the death here for half a month, and also blocked the Slavs for half a month, although it was very helpless, but this is the decision of the Imperial Military Department, in order to preserve the military strength, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack! We must evacuate from here within ten days!"

Duke Sid, the local garrison, turned a little pale, "Why, didn't you say that you wanted to live and die with Anrak?" His angry gaze swept over the faces of the Praetorian Guard officers opposite, the generals all lowered their heads, no one said a word, everyone knew that they would inevitably evacuate, but everyone was avoiding this question in their hearts,

In Ankra, they fought a bloody battle with the Slavs for half a month, more than 20,000 Gallic soldiers died here, and more than 10,000 Slavs were killed in battle, according to this ratio, in another half a month, the remaining more than 20,000 Gallic Janissaries will be wiped out, the decision of the Gallic Military Department is correct, because once the Gallic Janissaries withdraw, it is equivalent to declaring that the entire Gallic Janissaries have fallen into the hands of the Slavs, for the Anraks who once helped the Gallic Janissaries stubbornly resist the invasion of the Slavs, it is undoubtedly the beginning of a bloody nightmare, the revenge of the Slavs is well known, in the Anrak region that has been occupied by the Slavs, there are more than 100 villages that have been slaughtered。 "You ......" Duke Sid looked at the silent Gallic Praetorian Guard officer, his fists clenched, and the green tendons on his hands even burst out

His family, his estate, and his fiefdom are all in Anrak, and without these, what is left of the Sid family? The nobles who gave up their fiefs and estates because of the Slav invasion are living in embarrassment in Kyoto, and it is said that every day in the outer river of Kyoto, they can pick up the bodies of three or four northern nobles who jumped into the river and died because of despair, is that the future of Duke Sid? No! Duke Sid stood up from his seat angrily, his eyes swept over the faces of everyone else, and he said in a cold voice. I will stay, even if I fight to one person, I Hiprakfaa, I will never be a deserter!" "Your Excellency...... If there was a slight possibility, I would not choose this!" Yard looked at the stubborn Duke Sid with complicated eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Our army is less than 40,000 people, and we really can't fight against 100,000 Slavic troops" At this time, the entire military tent suddenly heard a sentence "Just one sentence that can't fight, can you shirk the responsibility of being a soldier to protect your family and defend your country, and 100,000 Slavs are not completely unable to resist." If we can pull them into our battlefield, it is not completely ......impossible" "Presumptuous, is this a place for people like you to speak?" An officer of the Praetorian Guard in the military tent angrily scolded a small retinue behind Duke Sid,

The other officers also looked curiously at the little attendant who had the audacity to speak at such a meeting, wanting to see what a bold fellow he was, but they were all disappointed, and it was only a good-looking young man who uttered such powerful words, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy, if any. It was the bright eyes, the maroon with a little green hair, which was rare among the Gauls,

It must have been just an angry remark, everyone thought, "Forget it, Lathland, after all, we did something wrong in the first place!" Alder waved his hand to his lieutenant with a calm expression, and his gaze shifted to the young man who made the voice, and there was no annoyed look on his face. Instead, he pondered, and he was tempted to say that if he could, no soldier would be willing to abandon his homeland and become the target of bullying under the heels of the enemy's army! Avoiding its edge and preserving strength is the first thing, but in the face of the Anraks who are about to be subjected to bloody revenge by the Slavs, how can such words be spoken!" I am not wrong. I don't know anywhere else, but if it's in Allak, I'm confident that I'll defeat a hundred thousand Slavic troops in one fell swoop!" the young retinue held their heads high. The stubborn insistence made Yalde feel a little stunned, and for the first time he showed a serious demeanor, and raised his hand to the young man: "Okay, I'll give you the right to speak, you say, what should we do! What do you mean by our so-called battlefield, and in Allak, who is confident that he will defeat the hundred thousand Slavic army?"

"It's not interesting, except that I think we have the greatest advantage over the Slavic army in Allrak, and that is the large swamp at the southern end!" said the young attendant, emboldened by the young attendant, who walked to the wall where the map was hung, and pointed to a corner of the map

"Now it is raining in Allak, although it is falling from time to time, but it is enough to turn the swampy area of the southern part into a mud that is enough to reach the ankles, you all know, the most powerful of the Slavs is the cold infantry in heavy armor, they are tall, elite, not afraid of death, they are the fierce opponent of our cavalry, but the light infantry of the Slavs is very average, if we can lure it into this swamp, it is difficult for the heavy infantry to move and run quickly in the swamp, when launching a charge, the light infantry of the opposing side will inevitably rush forward, if our army attacks with cavalry, the light infantry of the other side will inevitably collapse, and on the battlefield, we occupy the initiative”

"It's just the collapse of the light infantry, how much impact can it have!"

Hearing the words of the young squire, some of the Praetorian Guard officers showed disdainful contempt, everyone knew that the Slavic light infantry was extremely poor, and almost every time they fought without breaking down five or six times, they felt sorry for the enemy's commander, but these light infantry accumulated quickly in the rear, like reincarnation, charge, collapse, charge, and collapse,

But each time, like the sand blown by the tide, it was always able to consume some of the enemy's defensive line, so that by the time the slowly advancing heavy infantry arrived, the opposing line of defense had already suffered several shocks, if not loosening, at least it was difficult to maintain a stable line, and the Slavic heavy infantry was like a pendulum swinging high, chiseling through the loose line with complete superiority!

"It is not entirely pointless to defeat the light infantry, I have observed several battles with the Slavs, and I have found one interesting thing!" Hearing the laughter from below, the young attendant continued disapprovingly, "that is, their heavy infantry and light infantry are disconnected from each other, that is, their operations are not uniform, like two blind dogs going side by side, each looking for its own food, in fact, we have every chance to kill one first, and then reflexively clean up the other"

It was a bit interesting, Yar's eyes lit up when he heard it, he didn't expect this little retinue to have a sharp gaze that even most generals would be ashamed of, and he had fought with the Slavs so many times, and a few generals would have noticed the weakness of the Slavs, and in most cases, the Gallic army was fighting to the death with the Slavs, if not one side was all killed. Either one party runs away completely,

He seemed to sense something in the magnificence of this attendant, but he couldn't see it clearly, and said in confusion, "I admit that your blind dog, Lun, the light and heavy infantry of the Slavs are indeed two blind dogs, but between these two blind dogs, there is a connecting line, that is, the Slavic light cavalry! If you can't cut this line, these two blind dogs will bite people to death" "Although I am not a Slav, according to past examples. I don't think the Slavs like to ride horses!" The young attendant was silent for a moment, his eyes flickered, and he said slowly, "In the Battle of Linde in the north last winter, the Slavic army that lacked food used to kill horses to fill the army's rations, and in the Battle of Slade at the beginning of the year, the Slavic army besieging Sladeburg also slaughtered a large number of war horses for military food, which shows that as long as the Slavs feel crisis or lack of food. They will habitually kill horses, and the hussars without horses are not hussars!" "And I think the Slavs marched very quickly, and although they penetrated our two provinces in succession, they did not expand. Instead, we were bent on going south, and in a hurry, we couldn't find enough food, and this was our chance. If ......" the voice of the young retinue stopped, but his judgment had already caused all the Gallic generals to begin to sit up straight, yes. I don't know why, the Praetorian Guard officers saw a glimmer of victory in the words of this young entourage, "What if!" "This time, even Yard looked excited, his eyes flashed with a desire to kill, it has been a long time since there has been such an excited feeling, the empire has been defeated again and again in the northwest region, defeated again and again in the northern region, the imperial soldiers' desire for victory has reached the point of resentment, no matter what the military department's bullshit punishment, Yard has decided to give it a try!

The voice of the young entourage echoed in the meeting, and the finger finally fixed on the southern swamp area, and said, "Our army hooked the main force of the Slavs with the attitude of taking the initiative to meet the battle, and fought and delayed. Then send people to fight them, send small forces seeking supplies. The villages around the country are strong and clear, and all the ones that cannot be taken away are burned...... At most, there will be a shortage of food for the Slavs" The young entourage became more and more confident, with a sonorous voice in his tone, and said in a condensed voice: "If there is no food, the other party will kill the horse, and our army will lure it into the southern swamps, without the light cavalry as a link, we can completely take advantage of the situation when the enemy's light infantry breaks and flees back, without giving the enemy a chance to breathe, and really defeat the Slavs' light infantry, the opponent's heavy infantry is deep in the mud, even if you want to go back, you can only stare dryly!"

"As for the enemy's heavy infantry!"

The voice of the young attendant stopped, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If it is a heavy rain that day, the enemy's heavy infantry will fight in the mud, covered with mud, heavy and damp, even if the Slavic heavy infantry is too strong to support it for too long, if it is sunny that day, then they will be miserable, moving in the hot and humid quagmire, the heat is difficult to walk, and in less than three hours, we can just go and cut off their heads with our swords, because they will either faint from the heat, or they will lie there with exhaustion!"

"Haha!" the young attendant's words caused a burst of laughter at the meeting, and the pessimistic and depressed atmosphere just now was swept away, replaced by confidence in the victory of this war

"Those who think this method is feasible and are willing to stay and continue to fight raise their hands!" Yalde looked at his subordinates below, and said with a smile, everyone raised their hands, and some even raised their hands, Yalde nodded, very good, how long has it been since I saw such a strong sense of victory,

When the meeting was over, he met with the entourage alone, and through the sunlight from the top of the tent, shining on the brown carpeted floor, he raised his hand to the young entourage and made a gesture to sit down: "Sit down, what is your name, you are a graduate of the Imperial Military Academy that year? A person as good as you should not be buried so silently! Interested in joining the Praetorian Guard?" I need an adjutant!"

"Adjutant!" The young attendant's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again, gritted his teeth, and said with his head held high, "I'm sorry, I can't agree to the kindness of my lord, because I am not a graduate of the Imperial Military Academy, I am a Normandy, and I don't want to be an adjutant who transfers between affairs and official documents every day, I want to go to the battlefield, my goal is to become a general, an undefeated general!"

"Undefeated general! Interesting, do you know what this sentence represents?" Hearing the young retinue's words, Alderle was happy, and smiled in his seat, "Any soldier wants to be an undefeated general, but is that possible?Or there is such a person, but that guy is the most terrible enemy of the Empire!" "I know it's difficult, but I'll do it!" replied the young retinue with a stubborn expression, and in his heart, he was repeating a sentence "I will do it, as I once said to that man, I will be the one to defeat him!" (To be continued......)