In the year 1571 of the Great Calendar, in the Bourbon Garrison, Nisiu Xi went to the area of Wagra, and the once peaceful village was once again plunged into a war, and the two sides of the war were the Bourbon army with his servants, and the Incona rebels and Boris's aid army were duel.

With the fall of Astor in 1569, it marked that there was no more organized resistance on Bourbon Island, but for the sake of safety, Boris still spent half a year to quell the sporadic riots in various places, and only set out again in 1570 AD.

This time, Boris went out on an expedition, with the ninth consul of Boris, Napolica II, personally in charge, leading Boris's elite to attack Portlou, and made up his mind to completely eliminate the threat of Portlou in this war.

At the beginning of the war, Boris's fleet and Portlou's fleet fought another unprecedented naval battle in the North Myramie Gulf, breaking the record for the naval battle of the Old Passage, which had just been born two years earlier.

From searching, to contacting, to Armageddon, to the end, the real battle was only one afternoon, but the miscellaneous things in the middle were delayed for a year, and it was not until the end of that year that Boris established the right to control the sea.

Then, Boris took advantage of the characteristics of the Portlou coast, relying on his own control of the sea to make the transport fleet land everywhere to destroy the essence of Portloo, during which he bombarded Orly (Portloo's administrative center) twice, causing Portlou's shipbuilding plan to go bankrupt again and again, and even discussed the matter of moving the capital.

To make matters worse, at the instigation of Boris, the war in Adasi, which had been quiet for several years, resumed, and King Kojie of Maisica gathered a large number of troops to enter Adasi, which also seriously affected Potlu's energy.

Perhaps the only good news for Bourbon was the Frontier Guard, which, as Felison had assumed, did not pay much attention to it, but only symbolically sent a legion as if it were his own.

Boris's army that invaded the Frontier Guard initially attacked Bodami, but after two failed attempts, turned north to attack the Nisius, only to gain a foothold in the Nisius with the help of the rebel Salta and defend against the Bourbon counter-attack.

After that, Boris did not make much movement in the border guard, because the Napolika Palace, not to mention the new army, even the annual military budget was delayed, and in this case, the local garrison was a little unable to maintain the occupation, let alone capture the entire border guard.

Thus, until today, the legions of Boris invading the Frontier Guard still occupied only a few towns centered on the Nisius and did not penetrate deeply. However, this tacit agreement was broken by Felison XVI, who pulled up the Bourbon army and marched towards the Nisius.

The reason that forced Felison XVI to fight the last battle, in addition to the confidence given to him by Gross, was also the attitude of the Princes of Incona. Originally, the prince of Incona surrendered to Portlou because he saw that Portoru was much more reliable than Ingona, but now that Portloo looks like he is about to turn over, the attitude of the prince of Incona has begun to be ambiguous.

What an old and spicy fellow Felison XVI saw this sign, he knew that there must be a collusion between the prince of Ingona and Boris, and if he did not do anything else, he was afraid that it would trigger a collapse reaction.

For these reasons, Gross sent in his army, and did not call in the Minions of Incona. The prince of Ingona took Gross for granted, and only sent his cronies to the army to take a look. Felison XVI knew that they were waiting, and if his attack failed, it would be the beginning of the collapse of the sky.

"So it's up to you, Grandpa Gross," Felison prayed to the god of the sea in his heart.

As the Bourbon army advanced into a wilderness in front of the Nisius, they collided with the reaction army sent by Boris. Boris also seemed to understand the significance of this battle, so in this war, Boris gathered all the troops and servant troops that could be mobilized, including Salta and the top local generals, and all came.

When the two armies met, there was a burst of very unnutritious mouth cannons - the war has been going on for more than ten years, and the scolding is almost finished, and then let's see the real chapter under our hands.

"After this battle is over, the Ingona nobles elsewhere will surely surrender, so next year I will have the confidence to ask Boris for more troops, as long as there are two, nay, one legion, I can conquer the entire Western Frontier Alliance, and uproot this group of lost dogs. ”

Before the war began, Boris's commander in the Western Frontier Alliance (Boris still referred to the area as the Western Frontier Alliance, not the Frontier Guard), began to discuss with the others what would happen after the victory.

"When I conquer the entire western border, I can cross Gilf and go straight to Nicoldo, and if I can cross the Wagra Mountains, this war will be lost in Portloo, and I will definitely be the next Governor!"

"Then this brave Ingona nobleman, you will be rewarded as you deserve, and the republic will establish a new state here, and you will be the first barbarian king of that country. ”

Salta hurriedly bowed to An Lu on the surface, didn't even dare to say it, and scolded MMP again and again in his heart, who did this person think he was.

However, Anlu's commander Salta has also seen it, although he is a little paid, but the command is still decent, today the number of troops on his side is more than the other side, and he is fighting at home, and Felison should not be able to turn the tables.

Indeed, Felison XVI, you are going to be anxious now, if you don't attack again, the Ingona nobles under your command will all turn back, but even if you attack, what is the chance of winning? Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Salta's face, and there was a condescending condescending condescending condolence for Felison.

The battle began, and since the number of cavalry on both sides was pitiful, the battle did not have cavalry as the protagonist, but followed the old routine, first long-range bombardment, close combat, and finally short-range encounter.

The long-range bombardment began, which has always been the sign of the beginning of the battle, and Salta, who has been fighting all his life, is familiar with the sound of long-range bombardment, as if this is the destination. But wait, why is the opponent's long-range magic all fire-based magic? No matter how down-and-out the Bourbon Army is, there will not be only mages who are good at fire.

Brilliant magic bombardment, fires are everywhere, and the battlefield begins to burn, so sometimes the climate is also a factor that determines victory or defeat, if the wind blows in your direction, it can only transfer the mage who was supposed to go to long-range bombing to contain the direction of the wind. But luckily, the Goddess of Storms is calm today, and there is no strong wind.

Salta in the center is gradually advancing, and as the melee armies of the two sides get closer, clashes are on the verge of breaking out, and the ranged units of both sides have begun to shift their positions.

At this moment, a wisp of flame suddenly erupted at Salta's feet, turning into a terrifying human form, and it was a flamespray towards Salta.

How could there be a fire elemental here!Why didn't anyone warn her!Salta grew her mouth in shock, so the fire elemental invaded Salta's mouth, incinerating Salta's internal organs in an extreme amount of time.

Then Salta fell, and the dead could no longer die, leaving behind the bewildered crowd. Salta's entourage ranged from the appearance of the fire elementals, to the assassination of Salta to the departure of the fire elementals, all of whom were bewildered onlookers, who said that what was happening in front of them almost turned their worldview upside down.

Because Salta's death was too sudden and terrifying, the people who were close first ran, and shouted "Lord Salta has been killed by monsters" while running, but in less than a quarter of an hour, Salta's army suddenly mutinied and collapsed, not only exposing a big flaw on the left side of the front, but also messing up the people behind.

How could Felison XVI let go of this opportunity, and hurriedly ordered his own army on the right to rush forward, cut through the mouth of Salta's army, and tear it apart.

The sudden collapse of the front surprised An Lu, but this pompous man was not a fool, and hurriedly ordered the follow-up troops to fill the vacancy of Salta, but unfortunately the follow-up troops were a little chaotic by the impact of Salta's rout, and several orders were not good.

"There are too many people to fight and few people, and they actually collapsed when they started fighting, if this is passed back to Boris, what will happen to my reputation!" An Lu followed the Chinese army and rushed forward, ready to take it up for a while.

At this moment, the mutation regenerated, and a little flame next to An Lu's feet suddenly burst out, turning into a burst of fire elementals and charging towards An Lu. The first time the fire elemental man came out, An Lu was stunned, but fortunately, his personal guard was the first to react and activated the defensive magic to resist.

The defensive magic was effective, and even though it was shattered after only one blow from the fire elementals, Anlu reacted at this time and ordered the guards to rush up and besiege him.

The guards used all kinds of attacks, but something even stranger happened, this fire elemental seemed to be immortal, even if he was destroyed in one place, he could be reborn in another.

"Could it be that as long as there is a flame, this monster will not die!" The guards were desperate, they had never seen this kind of terrible monster before, even if it was a fire elemental before, it was only destroyed to a certain extent that the magic crystal could be revealed, but this one fire elemental completely broke their common sense.

"Not good!" An Lu suddenly shouted, but unfortunately it was too late, you must know that their group of Chinese troops was originally going to support the left wing that had collapsed due to Salta's violent pawn, but they were entangled by strange fire elementals, and now the left wing has completely collapsed.

"General Anlu!Nissi's ranged legion seems to be retreating!There are rumors that you have followed in Salta's footsteps and been killed!" A herald reported bad news to Anlu.

An Lu wiped the sweat from his forehead and roared at the army with amplification magic: "Steady! Steady! Lord General An Lu is here, I'm still alive!"

It's a dangerous move, to show your presence on the battlefield. But this is another necessary measure to stabilize the morale of the army that is about to collapse.

In the silver-white room, Leng Yi looked at the people who were fighting, sighed and said: "Oops, the cowhide has been blown out, Gross you are a thousand troops, then now you must be a thousand troops," he said as he stretched out his palm to the battlefield and grabbed Gross.

Hidden in the flames, Gross was waiting for the next assassination opportunity, but at this moment, he suddenly felt as if his heart was being pinched, and the uncomfortable feeling made him want to explode in anger.

The first moment the word "explosion" appeared in Gross's mind, Gross had a strange feeling, everything seemed to slow down on the battlefield, the sound was fading rapidly, and his flaming body was converging into a small dot.

Gross understood what was going on, and he flew to Anlu's side with a small dot, and then there was a "boom", and Anlu, who was trying his best to claim that he was still alive, went to the Styx with his personal guards.

At the sound of the explosion, sparks flew, and one of the sparks quickly grew larger, turning back into Gross again, and Gross looked up to see that Boris's army had completely broken down, and was being driven back to the Nixiu seat by the Bourbon army.

"So this battle is won?" Gross muttered to himself.