"My lord, the second army on the south wall is showing signs of shaking"

"The Fifth Banner Regiment's defense line is lost!"

"More than half of the Seventh Banner Regiment was damaged in battle, and it applied to be transferred from the front line of the city wall!"

After receiving the report from the south wall, looking at the shocking casualties, the commander of the Nord people raised his head helplessly, and countless black dots still dragged out the tail of thick smoke, still smashing on the position of the south wall like a torrential rain, from the initial bombardment to now, half an hour has passed, and the Falcon army on the opposite side still has no intention of stopping, as if they want to throw all the fuel bombs on the south wall,

Red flames continued to rise on the south wall, and the Nord soldiers on the other walls held their breath one by one, and looked at the terrible scene like hell on the south wall with horrified faces, they didn't dare to imagine what a terrible result it would be if the target of the Falcon army was not the south wall, but themselves

"My lord, if you don't give the order to abandon the south wall, I'm afraid that all the defenders above will die!" the adjutant standing behind him reminded him loudly with a worried face, because there were so many explosions on the south wall that if you didn't speak loudly, you wouldn't be able to hear what was being said at all

"Abandoning the south wall, that's not the same as giving up our defenses!" Crimson Cord turned her head, her eyes bloodshot like a wounded beast,

"But if we don't give up, everyone above will die!" The adjutant was stared at by the crimson red eyes, but he still pointed to the incendiary bombs whistling in the sky, and said loudly, "Your Excellency, you can also see it, the other party is simply saturating the attack, they obviously don't want to occupy the south wall, but want to burn us all on the wall, so that they can easily cross the line of Gelalens without a single soldier!"

"You said this is a saturation attack!" Hearing the adjutant's words, Crimson Suo's face was stunned for a moment, and he looked up again to examine the landing point of the fuel bombs, his face suddenly changed, all the fuel bombs were completely smashed on the city wall without any scruples, even in the area climbed by the siege troops, there were also a lot of fuel bombs falling on it, and a raging fire was ignited at the foot of the city wall,

"This battle can't be fought!"

Looking at the fireball that was still falling down his head, even with the tenacity of Crimson Suo, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness, because he was so excited, he really didn't find out the other party's strategic intentions, not to occupy it at all, but to destroy it

In the face of such a wealthy opponent, how embarrassing the resources he can use are, he doesn't know what the cost of fuel bombs is, but he also knows that in this short half an hour, at least more than 3,000 fuel bombs, as if they don't want money, fell all over the sky and smashed on his head.

Even if the cost of a fuel bomb is 10 gold coins, and 30,000 gold coins are suddenly dropped on his head in half an hour, this is a siege, it is simply a death sentence with money! If the Nord side can also allocate the same amount of money to himself, he will definitely stabilize the walls of the city of Gelarence as fine iron, instead of the current situation, just the first wave of attacks, almost the whole army will collapse

"Order, all the soldiers on the south wall should withdraw into the city and hold on!" Crimson Suo said through gritted teeth, this difficult decision made his arms clenched into fists full of green tendons,

The south wall of Geralens, which has always been an Achilles heel in the defensive line, because the moat is turned in the section of the south wall, most of the section of the south wall is exposed without cover in the area without moat protection, so Geralensus does not have the basic conditions to become a strong fortress, but when he is in danger, Crimson Cord can't manage so much,

He placed 17,000 of his 40,000 troops on the south wall, and sent people to deliberately strengthen the fortification of the south wall before the battle, thinking that even if it was bombarded by heavy trebuchets, he would be able to hold out for a while, but he didn't expect that the Falcon army would destroy the south wall defense line that he had painstakingly managed in just one round of burning projectiles...,

"Your Majesty, you see, the Nord army really chose to abandon a section of the city wall under the fierce blow, as expected!" "Behind the Falcon formation, Prais, who was with the army, excitedly pointed to the opposite city wall and shouted, only to see the Roude people struggling in the flames

"The other party's reaction is quite qualified" The fat man sneered disapprovingly at the movement of the Nord army, turned his head and said to Prais next to him, "You are also a veteran of combat, you should see that our intentions are not on that section of the city wall, and the other party seems to lack a little actual combat experience! Otherwise, it would not have been delayed until now to discover the true intentions of our army!"

"But are you really going to ruin the whole of Geralen?"

Prais's eyes were full of melancholy, and he was also puzzled by this question, with the current way of playing, just a few rounds of fuel bombs would be enough to set the whole of Gellalens on fire, and when the time comes, no matter how unwilling the Nords are, they will only choose to withdraw, unless they think they can defeat the Vicchia Falcon in the field,

"Géralens, who is no longer a city, is the base camp of our enemies, the most important obstacle and target for us before entering Nord Kyoto!"

The fat man glanced at him calmly, and then replied to him with a solemn expression, "Don't forget, even if we can conquer Gelarens, there are still two Acropolis of Kyoto in the back, Pacifico and Yorako, and in the other directions of Kyoto, there are more Acropolis,

If we attack one by one, even if we have strong troops, we will be stripped of our superiority layer by layer, and finally become a cluster of arrows that have lost their impact, and even a thin cloth cannot shoot through! Or, unless we also set the whole city on fire with fuel bombs, we can completely subdue the defenders of the two acropolis in the shortest possible time.

"I believe that the number of people who died at that time will be more than three times the number of people in this city now!" the fat man's voice stopped, revealing a resolute expression, "Rather than this, it is better to choose the first city and erect a model, we must let those two acropolis know that if they don't want to end up with the destruction of the whole city like Gélarence, the last resort is to obediently open the city gates before we attack!"

"This ......" next to Prais's mouth opened, and finally did not speak, although the outside world is rumored that the Via Falcon is a big tyrant, but those who really enter its core will find that the fat man is still relatively easy to talk most of the time, as long as you are right, the fat man will often adopt it, few people will believe that the Vekia Falcon of the Megatron Continent is actually very much like a neighbor full of evil tastes,

"Your Majesty, the first round of attacks is complete!Request the next order" Looking at the flag from a distance, a captain of the guard in charge of battlefield observation quickly rode his horse and ran over, kneeling down on one knee in front of the fat man,

"Very well, now immediately order the forward infantry platoon to retreat a hundred meters back!"

The fat man looked at the fire-like city wall in the distance, gently stretched out a hand, and gently caught a piece of fire ash flying in front of him with his middle finger, and said in a cold tone, with a few traces of hot wind blowing in his face, revealing a disgusting scorching smell

"Withdraw?" Prais next to him was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but the fat man's face showed that he had indeed given the order to retreat

"Why, Your Majesty, we have already achieved the advantage of the south wall, and it is a pity to give up like this!" asked Prais very strangely,

The fat man blew lightly, watched the dust on his hand flutter again, and then said with deep meaning in his eyes, "Don't you think it's strange? Why are the defenders on the south wall withdrawn, but the defenders on the other city walls have not increased at all, what do you say this represents?",

"What does your majesty mean is that the other side is hiding its forces, ready to take us by surprise if necessary?"

Prais replied with a suspicious face, no wonder he had such an idea, according to intelligence, the number of defenders on the opposite side of Gerlarence was about 40,000, but now in addition to the evacuated south wall, the total number of troops in other areas is more than 20,000, and there is no doubt that there are about 10,000 or so elite troops, which were hidden by the other side before the battle,

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the closed gates of the city of Geralens, suddenly and slowly opened from within, and a fierce cavalry unit rushed out like a whirlwind, followed closely by thousands of Nord light infantry

"Vertical shield!" The Falcon Central Army was overwhelmed by the elite of a hundred battles, and in the face of this sudden change, not only did not panic, but quickly erected a row of bayonet guns in front of the entire column

"Sprint!"

The whole platoon of jumping cavalry put down the long spears in their hands at the same time, and the sound of horses' hooves urged the cavalry forward, this is a group of cavalry about 500 people, wearing leather armor in the style of the Dorok, holding a heavy cavalry spear up to four meters away, the war horse is like thunder, and quickly collides with the falcon army waiting in front,

"Kill" the heavy horses of the Dorok lancers, knock the Falcon soldiers who were blocking in front of them out, and the cavalry spears in their hands pierced through the shield and stabbed into the chest of a falcon soldier.

"Kill him!" was the shout of the nearby falcon spearman, and countless sharp spears pierced into the warrior's body from all directions at the same time, and the war horse under his crotch let out a terrible neighing sound, and the bright red blood arrows quickly shot out of the wound as the bayonet spear pulled out of the sack-like body,

"It's an interesting arrangement, isn't it? The fat man looked coldly at this counterattack of the Nords, and always felt a sense of familiarity, and suddenly realized that the opposing commander seemed to be imitating the tactics he had used!