Central Salander, Birmingburg

The gentle morning light gently sprinkled on the ruins of Birmingburg, reflecting the broken houses, and a faint melancholy beauty emerged.

It's been a long time since these ruins have been so calm. Since the military in Kyoto established a logistics center to support Kyoto a year ago, it has become a gathering place for soldiers, the starting point of many enthusiastic young people's dream of serving the country, and the starting point of many people has also become the end here, and the body and soul are deeply buried in this deep land.

This was once the most tragic battlefield. It was the main area of attack of the Normans, and the charred brick walls, broken roofs, and repeatedly burned ruins all show this

The Marquis of Berentek woke up early, and his years of war made it impossible for him to continue in bed. The morning in Birmingburg had become so quiet, so peaceful, that he was deeply unaccustomed to it.

He walked to the hill south of Birmingburg, and walked alone and silently, breathing in the rare air without gunsmoke. It had just rained, the air was exceptionally fresh, and the few remaining small trees seemed to sprout green buds little by little, making people feel the tenacity of vitality. I also feel the arrival of spring,

The joy that follows victory is always short-lived, and anguish ensues.

In the northern plan some time ago, the officers of the Salander army led their troops north, more or less vying for some fertile land, and then scooped up a lot of oil and water from it.

Only he did not compete for the task of going to Beijing to report the good news, but also because he was dissatisfied with the behavior of his colleagues to exploit the local nobles, so that many of the great nobles in Kyoto had a huge prejudice against him, and when a large amount of land needed to be received by the army, he unfortunately became the supreme commander of Castle Liubumming.

The outbreak of the Northern War was as he expected, and after a period of active attack, it fell into a stalemate, and Birmingburg remained the same, and the dark clouds of war were too far away from here.

With a large number of combat-ready troops being transferred to the newly recovered area, the former heavy army area of Fort Birming, is now basically an empty stall, with less than 5,000 recruits.

They are all leftover land picked by other generals. It is said that most of the soldiers, including some officers, were said to have problems with their intelligence. The brutal war caused Salander to lose a large amount of land and population, and gradually depleted the kingdom's soldiers, even some of them who were physically or mentally ill. As long as he could carry a spear and a scimitar, he was forcibly recruited into the army.

The Marquis de Belencot, however, did not find anything wrong with the empty stalls, and with the Normans the threat receded, Birmingburg had become a veritable rear,

Here, in front of and on the left and right, it is the territory of the Salanders themselves, and there is nothing to worry about. In the past, when there were no wars, there were no garrison troops. I have been accustomed to life on the front line for a long time. It's also nice to be in the back once in a while.

The morning sun was indeed very beautiful, soft and warm, which made the Marquis of Belantek feel more comfortable than ever. He walked all the way to the hill and stood on the top of the bare mountain.

Look at the vast earth in front of you. The familiar barracks still spread out on the outskirts of the city, but the inside was empty, like the huge air barracks, the whole of Birmingburg was empty, except for the trembling old men walking in the empty streets, or the frolicking children chasing through the ruins, and in these innocent eyes, the things that were so far away in war,

The Marquis of Belantek suddenly felt that the victory in front of him seemed unusually unreal, and the sun shone on this peaceful land, revealing a layer of golden hazy scenery,

When the breeze blows, the scenery in front of you seems to be wafting in front of you, and it looks very beautiful. But when you reach out and touch it, you can't touch anything.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horses' hooves pulled the Marquis of Belantke back from his trance, and his sensitive ears listened attentively and immediately felt that something was wrong.

His long war career made him very sensitive to the sound of horses' hooves. And it has also exercised superhuman judgment skills. The sound of horses' hooves is very dense, and it is fierce, obviously the person who came is not good,

At that moment, he was so excited that he almost felt half of his body in the ice cellar, could it be ......?

Raising his head in astonishment, the Marquis of Berentek immediately noticed that a large number of swarming cavalry had appeared in the southeast of Birmingburg. Under the reflection of the sun, those cavalry seemed to be black shadows galloping, and instantly occupied his eyeballs.

He looked down and felt that the cavalry seemed to be a black sea spreading over the mountains, and they had in an instant flooded the flat land southeast of Birmingburg, and the ruins of two villages there, and the dust raised by the horses' hooves was tightly connected to the sky, and the falcon flag fluttering high was particularly striking in the morning light.

Oh my God! Wikimen! How could the cavalry of the Wikibians be in Birmingburg!

Berantke saw the battle flag fluttering in the wind, his face suddenly became unusually pale, and his breathing almost stopped, neither in the past nor now, he never imagined that the Wikians would appear in the rear of Birmingburg.

It's supposed to be our territory!

He couldn't believe the qiē in front of him, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously, hoping that it was an illusion, but the truth told him that this qiē was real. But he still couldn't believe that the qiē in front of him was real

Thundered...

The sound of heavy horses' hooves shook the whole Birmingburg like thunder, and the Salander soldiers who were in charge of standing guard stood there in horror, they were all new recruits, they had not been on the battlefield, and they had no experience in dealing with such an unexpected situation, they looked blankly at the enemy cavalry that was getting closer and closer, and the tall war horses jumped at high speed, like a whole row of hills surging forward, and the black clouds were like a tide, which made all the Salander soldiers feel fearful and difficult to resist from their hearts

They didn't know if they should pull up the drawbridge of the castle immediately, because they couldn't tell whether the flying cavalry was enemy or friendly. It wasn't until two minutes later that the sporadic warning bells rang out in the ruins of Birmingburg with deep consternation.

The bell was so lonely and so monotonous, like a rusty steel knife slowly cutting through everyone's hearts, and a squadron leader of Salander hurriedly ran to report the situation to the Marquis of Berentec, who was hurrying over, and he hesitated and said, "General, it's the Vecchian cavalry, do we need to fight back?

The Marquis of Berantec's face was pale, almost out of breath, these idiots really have a problem with their brains, the Vekia cavalry has fully launched the battle formation, and what misunderstandings and passing by,

The Marquis of Belantke roared viciously, "What a misunderstanding! What is passing by! They are enemies! They are here to rob Birmingburg! Do you want to fight back?"

The Salander soldiers were stunned, all with strange faces, as if they thought Berantke's speech was a bit sensational, and after a few seconds of daze, they hurriedly turned around. Ten minutes later. The chaotic Salander soldiers rushed up to the city wall, and the chaotic and hurried footsteps drowned out the sound of the hooves of the Vekian cavalry for a short time.

With the piercing sound of the bell, the remaining soldiers who were still asleep instinctively got up and prepared for battle. But their expressions seemed completely dazed, and they did not know what kind of war would be going on after the victory. Many people look at me, I look at you, and then at the officers, and everyone looks at each other.

The more Berontec looked, the more angry he became, and shouted at them, "The Wikibians are here, and if you don't want to die, take up all your weapons and give me the wall!"

The officers and soldiers woke up from a dream. They hurriedly put on their armor, but they soon became more dazed. These recruits have been trained on weekdays, and this time it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the entire barracks was completely chaotic. The Marquis of Belantke was walking on the ramparts, and he inadvertently heard the earnest whispers of many soldiers, obviously full of confusion.

"Didn't you say that the Wikibians were all in the north, how could they come to us?"

As the Salander soldiers stationed at Birmingburg rushed up the low, narrow walls, they suddenly found that it was the most spectacular scene they had ever seen since joining the army.

Most of them, who had been in the army for less than three months, had joined the army at a time when Salander Kyoto was already secretly in fornication with the Normans, and the horrors of the war did not affect them.

In the morning light, on the front lawn of Birmingburg, the dense line of Wikiasian cavalry formed a wide fan, spreading from the easternmost to the westernmost side. It is like a black line that firmly binds Birmingburg to death, and like a sharp scythe, it can completely erase Birmingburg from this world at any time. Someone quietly counted the number of Vekia cavalry lands, at least 15,000 people!

"Damn, where did the Wikibians get so many cavalry!"

Every soldier of the Salander Kingdom felt a little numb in their scalps, they couldn't imagine the scene of 15,000 cavalry stepping on Birmingburg, they only had 5,000 people, how could they stop the attack of 20,000 brave cavalry? Almost the moment they saw the appearance of the Vekia cavalry, most of the Salander soldiers gave up the idea of resisting in their hearts.

Marquis Bertek's head was also a little dazed, and even a little cold. Fifteen thousand cavalry, three times the size of his own defenders, and a powerful cavalry, he was now absolutely convinced that these Vicchian cavalry could charge like Birmingburg being wiped off the map

From the arrow tower of the city tower, he could clearly see that the cavalry of Vecchia were all young people, they were wearing black armor, holding the famous Samor war knife in their hands, their size, their demeanor, and even their movements, their war horses, all fully showed that they were the fierce Samor Guards cavalry that was not inferior to the legendary northern Kugits.

"It must be that coward from Linkson, only his defense zone can pass through so many cavalry, but there is no report!" said the Marquis of Belantke, whose eyes were bloodshot, and he cursed viciously. Today is a bad day, and whether he and the 5,000 recruits stationed at Birmingburg can continue to survive depends entirely on miracles.

There are many rumors about the Vikchian army, although I haven't really seen it, but in the battle of Morenburg, 7,000 men defeated the 20,000 elite Molech corps, which is indeed confirmed.

According to Berantek's estimates, the combat effectiveness of the Vicchian army under the city. A mere squadron, less than a thousand men, could beat the fools he led, and the Marquis of Berantek never dared to think that King Salander's army was stronger than the Normans, and that it was even more formidable against the more formidable Vickyan army.

Even if there are two or three times more people, it is very dangerous, not to mention that his current army is only a quarter of the number of Vekia cavalry!

"Negotiate! I want to negotiate!"

Berantke roared in frustration, he had to buy time like this. The Marquis of Berentek hoped that the fast horse on his way to the news would arrive within a day. If there are no reinforcements to come to the rescue before the sun rises tomorrow, you will be completely finished.

"Negotiating, the commander of the other side is interesting!"

The fat man rode on the horse, playing with the whip in his hand, watching the other party sneakily send several fast horses to the northeast, the corners of his mouth showed a successful smile, and pointed to the guards cavalry beside him, "Sue him, we agreed to negotiate!"

To the relief of the Marquis of Berentec, the Marquis of Bérente was relieved that the Commander of Vicchia had agreed to negotiate the land, and the representatives of both sides had an open field in front of Birmingburg.

The Negotiator of the Wikians was Sotters, the leader of the Fifth Banner, who did not speak much, but had a very tough attitude. He made it clear that Birmingburg must be ceded, and demanded that Salander's army must withdraw from Birmingburg within half a day, otherwise, the Wikiasian military will use force to achieve its goal.

"Bastard!" Berantek was mad, the Vickyan army was too arrogant. This is the hinterland of Salander's army, with 20,000 troops stationed in Linsonke to the northwest and 40,000 troops of Brent to the northeast.

The Vekia army ran to this place where there were enemies on the left and right, either nervous or the other party was a real idiot, and now they actually wanted to receive it, except to prove that the other party was absolutely crazy, he really couldn't find any reason.

"They didn't say, why are you here?" asked Berantek, unrelentingly, for fear of leaving behind the men sent to negotiate, and the actions of the Wiki army were incomprehensible

"It's gone. It's really gone!" The one sent to negotiate was a very clever squadron leader, and under the blood-filled eyes of the Marquis of Belantek, he was also a little frightened and speechless, "They just said very strongly, if we don't withdraw." They're about to attack. We only have an hour, please make a decision quickly. ”,

The negotiator said tremblingly. When he went down just now, he saw the entire row of cavalry on the opposite side like a long black wall, with a momentum like a rainbow, and his heart was already frightened.

", that's crazy!"

The Marquis of Belantek walked to the top of the arrow tower. Looking down at the dense cavalry of the Blue Feather Army, his face turned even paler. It's almost like a piece of dead ash to act. The Salander soldiers who were in charge of observing the land from the vantage point were also pale and breathless, some of them began to tremble slightly, and some of them quietly hid.

It turned out that at the time of the negotiation just now, the Vekia cavalry did not stop preparing for war, and in just ten minutes of negotiation, the trebuchet for siege had already been set up

About a dozen large trebuchets are lined up, and the long arms glow in the sunlight. Next to the trebuchet are horses carrying black projectiles, and for each trebuchet, there are at least three horses responsible for carrying black projectiles. Since the annexation of the Kugit tribe in the north, the use of war horses by the Vikyan army has skyrocketed.

"Remember, if you don't want to die, just defend the walls for me!"

The Marquis of Belantek's face turned pale, and he could only shout loudly, and the soldiers of Salander's army hesitated to enter, they were obviously not mentally prepared for battle,

After entering the city wall, they did not choose to stick to it, but carefully lay behind the battlements, looking for an object that could be covered, and completely covering their bodies behind, because there were too many people lying on their stomachs, and the city wall, which was not long, looked smooth and slippery, and looked like it was full of autumn wind and gloomy smell

"Hey, it's really a human life!" Marquis Berantke's mouth was full of bitterness, and he shook his head helplessly, this kind of army, still wants to fight with the real elite outside? It's just a shame, I knew that today, I should have trained these recruits well, so that this time I even lost my face at home, even he could feel it. My heart is beating uncontrollably. As a battle-hardened commander, he knew that he was doing this purely as a mantis arm.

The fuel projectile of the Vekia army, that is a powerful weapon that even the entire continent is shocked, it is said that the strongest city wall can not withstand the projectile bombardment of the Vikia army, maybe a Vikia projectile comes, he will become the most miserable general of the Salander kingdom.

Time passes in a moment,

Thundered...... An hour had just arrived, and countless fuel bombs with long black tails whistled across the sunny sky, and then smashed down on the ruins of Birmingburg.

The huge roar shook the city walls, in fact, the explosion power of the forced projectile was not strong, but because there were too many of them, the power was very amazing, and the entire ruins of Birmingburg felt as if they were dancing.

Belantke himself had to cower behind the battlements a little wolf, and the fierce red flames exploded one after another next to him, splashing countless dust, and the armor on his body slammed with a huge impact.

Flying dust fell on his head, and he was suddenly overwhelmed. I finally opened my eyes. The Marquis of Berentek could only see helplessly,

The fierce blows of the Vicchian army had completely covered the ruins of Birmingburg, and he could not see a single living person in his eyes, as if all the soldiers of the Salander army were hiding.