The night was like water, the wind blew through the fields, and the grass and woods made a gurgling sound, the night in March was not cold, but it was definitely not a cool, especially for the Northwest Army, which lost in the battle of Nase, the wind blew on the face tonight with a cold and piercing mocking feeling "snap"

The brazier in the tent was blown by the wind, bringing up a spray of red fire scattered like starlight, shining on the embarrassed faces of every general of the Northwest Army in the tent

The generals of the Northwest Legion of the Reich stood on both sides one by one, and the atmosphere did not dare to kick,

In the place where the generals' eyes were focused, the commander of the Northwest Army, Crory Sart, picked up the battle damage report that had just been counted with a solemn face, and said coldly

"Why don't you speak now? Who is shouting when you are in the country, the army of the Gauls is a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers who have no combat effectiveness, and defeating them is as easy as turning the palm of your hand! From the northwest to the southwest, if the Northwest Army participates in the battle, what is the advantage of the northern army of Salon! Now it is time to show your strength, and give such a result?"

Crorysat's voice stopped, his eyes were like electricity, a pair of eyes looking at his subordinates were blazing with anger, an expression of wanting to kill, the report in his hand slammed on the table in front of him, Crorysat looked at everyone with an angry face, and said sharply, "Take it for yourself, this is the first battle of my Northwest Legion in the Obaro Continent, it's really a brilliant record of laughing big teeth!"

With the main force of 30,000 troops, he stormed an inconspicuous city, and even suffered heavy losses from a counterattack,

The 1st Squadron of the assault battalion suffered 331 casualties, and the 2nd Squadron suffered 185 casualties. The 3rd Squadron was 446 men...... The assault battalion suffered a total of 2,713 casualties, the marksman battalion suffered 577 casualties, and the total casualties of the entire regiment exceeded 3,000, more than one-tenth. The sixth squadron leader Deminke was killed in battle, the deputy captain of the assault battalion, Payer, was killed, and the assault battalion lost 13 officers of all ranks, is this the first battle you have come up with!"

The series of casualty figures in Crorysart's mouth made the generals in the northwest ashamed, and they lowered their heads, eager to bury their heads, it was too embarrassing, when did the Northwest Army of the Empire, which crisscrossed the continent of Ikadiva, suffer such a humiliating record,

"As for the situation on the Gallic side. You have all seen it, the Gallic flag still fluttering on the walls of that color is the answer!Shame, this is the defeat that my Northwest Army has never had since its creation!" Crolysatre's voice was about to lift the roof of the tent with excitement, and the nose on Tie Qing's face was crooked

Originally, as soon as the Northwest Army crossed the Seine, it rushed straight to Nase, and the whole army pressed on without reservation, and the attack was fierce like a tide, and three hundred trebuchets were in full swing, and fifteen thousand archers suppressed the siege of the city walls. The morale is like a rainbow, leaving no room for resistance on the part of the Gauls, and no matter how you look at it, the celestial force of victory is completely tilted to its own side, so saturated with long-range strikes. It was enough to directly destroy the confidence of the defenders to hold on, but the fact was unexpected, the Gauls' combat strength was really average, and there was a rout at the beginning. But the situation of the battle suddenly got out of control, and no one knew what was happening on the Gallic side, and suddenly fought back without fear of death. unexpectedly disrupted the rhythm of the offensive of the Northwest Army,

Although Crowissat believed that his Northwest Army had been shelved in the Dorok Mountains for a year, and that his combat strength and will to fight would decline significantly, he remained optimistic about the battle

"The edge of the first army of the empire, how can a small city that rushed to fight be able to resist!" But the cruel show is to tell him, the Gauls are not as vulnerable as they seem, the defeat of this battle is enough to fluctuate the entire battle situation, this is the Northwest Army since its establishment, there has never been a defeat, and it is also known as the first siege of the Falcon Army has never had a shame, such news spreads, if tomorrow will not be able to take that color, the entire Northwest Army will become the laughing stock of the imperial military circles"

Crowissat's gritted teeth were terrifying, his already long bones were broad, his face was heavy, and at this time he was like a wounded beast in the firelight, a trace of cold air was stirring in the cold night of early spring, and the temperature in the big tent seemed to have dropped by a few degrees, and the generals lowered their heads in embarrassment, not daring to meet the fiery gaze of their superiors,

Everyone realized that this defeat represented the beginning of the revival of the Northwest Corps

Originally, everyone had high hopes for this war, the Falcon Army and the Gallic Army were stuck in the Rusti area for a whole winter, and His Majesty the Falcon gave the first battle to the Northwest Army to break the stalemate, which made the entire Northwest Army excited for several days, but the Battle of the Estuary was a spectator in vain, and the location of the estuary of that color can be called the lifeline of the Gallic army in the middle, it can be said that the battle of that color is a battle of life and death between the Falcon and the Gallic army, according to the combat power of the Northwest Army, as long as you take that color, open the door to enter the middle line where Gaul is heavily armed, and the influx of warships is enough to pry the foothold of the 400,000 Gallic army, and then shake the entire Gallic defense line,

This is definitely the first merit of this battle, I don't know how many legions want to rush to get it, and at the same time, for the Northwest Army, which is eager to restore the reputation of the First Army of the Empire and show its strength to the armies of the Empire, it is undoubtedly a battle that will not allow any mistakes.

Unfortunately, war has always had something unpredictable, and from ancient times to the present day, no general dared to guarantee that he would be able to achieve absolute victory

The raging sense of shame burned the soul of every general of the Northwest Army like a flame, and in the roar of Croissat's full of grief and indignation, a general of the Northwest Army first knelt down on one knee in the military tent, bowed his head, and said with a sincere attitude: "My lord, don't say it again, the leader of this battle is in the assault camp, and the subordinates ask to lead the team to attack the city overnight! If tomorrow at dawn, if the subordinates cannot stand on the city of Nase, then the heads of the subordinates must also be on the city wall of Nase!"

This general is the general of the assault battalion of the Northwest Army dedicated to the siege of the city, although it is called the assault battalion, it is actually an integrated infantry flag regiment, with a number of 7,000 people, divided into seven squadrons, this time the most severe battle damage is the assault battalion, many soldiers are desperately fighting against the Gauls in the counterattack, "My lord, the Fifth Banner Regiment is willing to attack from the side with the assault battalion!" Another general knelt down with a resolute face, "The Third Banner Regiment is willing to serve as an assist." Assist the assault battalion in storming the city walls at any cost...... "One of the generals knelt down, and everyone's faces flashed with determination,

The first battle on the continent of Obarro. gave the Northwest Corps an extremely miserable dismount "Okay, this is my Northwest Corps,!"

Crolysart raised his hand resolutely and glanced at the inky sky outside the tent, there were no stars, but he believed that this dark sky would soon be illuminated by the incendiary bombs of the siege, and the helpless battle situation was like the cold wind in early spring that swept the hearts of every Northwest Army Corps,

It's like a storm sweeping by. Let this elite army of the empire, which has been depressed for a year of arrogance and resentment, not know where to fly in an instant in this cold wind,

Climbing the city wall and being driven down by the wolf bèi, this is undoubtedly like being slapped in the face in public for the Northwest Army, which is accustomed to sweeping the enemy with arrogant soldiers.

Now who is still in the mood to complain about the eccentricity of the Falcon Majesty, there is only one thought in everyone's hearts: "Whatever the cost, take that color"

"Your Majesty's order!" came a report from outside. Interrupting Crorysat, who was about to give the order to attack the city overnight, he turned around and looked at the tent door unexpectedly, only to see a squire hurrying in with an order. The baked paint on the seal has the unique falcon heraldic seal of the Falcon Majesty, "The order of the Majesty has arrived at this time!, and I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse!" Crorysette had a little hesitation in her heart, she gently opened the red seal on the outside with her hands, spread out the order inside with both hands, swept her eyes, her face was slightly stunned for a moment, and retreated the way she came! How could it be such an order? Crorysart looked at it again unwillingly, and was sure that it was such an order,

"Is Your Majesty questioning the ability of the Northwest Legion?or is there another arrangement?" Crolysat's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his five-point fingers pinched the report in his hand, his heart was full of confusion, in his opinion, although the battle of Nase did start unfavorably, but the Northwest Legion, one of the main forces of the empire, after all, still drove to the important target of Nase City as scheduled, which in itself was a strategic victory, just like a dagger has been forced into the opponent's neck, whether it is pierced or not, it has already caused an extremely terrifying sense of threat to the other party

He only needs to attack again, and his Northwest Army will definitely be able to break through the throat of the inland river of Nase

Retreating now is undoubtedly abandoning the entire strategic layout, and may even be counterattacked by the Gallic army, and every advantage gained on the Eastern Front will be wasted, which is really a bit of an unbelievable order! It can't be false information! Crolysat's footsteps walked back and forth under the eyes of everyone, and he didn't speak for a long time, "What is His Majesty's order?"

In the silent air, the general in the northwest, you look at me, I look at you, I can't figure out the situation at all, the fighting spirit has been ignited, just waiting for the commander of the army to give an order, but the commander of the army is hesitant and hesitant, so that all the generals can't help but flash an ominous omen in their hearts,

Don't...... The generals didn't dare to think about it, Lord Crowrisart's abnormality must be related to the order of His Majesty the Falcon, it is probably a very difficult content to accept, looking at Crowisart's eyebrows almost twisted into a Sichuan character on his forehead, the generals were also speculating in their hearts, "Your Majesty's order, asking us to retreat according to the original way!" Croisette stopped, put the order on the table, and said slowly, he knew what kind of fluctuations this order would cause once it was announced, and the city in front of him was at his fingertips, should the whole army be burdened with an indishonorable defeat, and withdraw like this?

Crorysette looked very unwilling! But this is the order of His Majesty the Falcon! It is a military order, who dares to disobey it! First there is a defeat of Nase, and then there is disobedience to the military order, it is estimated that he will not be able to bear the punishment as the commander of the legion! "Retreat!"

Sure enough, the generals below were suddenly shocked, "Impossible, is your lord mistaken!"

At this moment, a light cavalry in light leather armor galloped into the camp, pulled his horse violently, ran into the military tent with the report in his hand, knelt down on one knee and said, "My lord, there is an urgent report from the scouts on the periphery, and a large number of Gallic troops approaching Nase have been found in the three directions of the south, east, and west! The cavalry unit in front of it is less than 15 miles away from Nase."

"Fifteen miles!" There was a gasp in the military tent, and the generals in the northwest looked at each other, their faces turned pale, 15 miles! Crossart's face was also extremely ugly, the first feeling was that the enemy was coming so quickly! The second feeling was that the back was cold, according to the speed of the cavalry, the distance of 15 miles might be less than an hour, and the city was a flat area under the city. Even the entire eastern front is a huge river impacting the plain, once it is entangled by cavalry, unless you can completely annihilate the opponent, there is no possibility of getting rid of the opponent at all

The enemy's rapid advance was obviously holding such a plan, and he felt a sense of happiness in his heart, fortunately he had expanded the scout range to a distance of 20 miles according to the forcible request of His Majesty the Falcon, otherwise, this time it would not be as simple as encountering an undishonorable wall

"Someone. Order all the troops to withdraw along the river!, burn all trebuchets and large equipment!Don't shed a single thing for the Gauls, contact the troops pursuing the Fifteenth Legion of Gaul, and ask them to move on to the main force of the legion at once!

Once he had made up his mind, Crossartre was always decisive, and he skillfully issued a series of orders, showing the orderly manner of a famous imperial general, and the entire army had to retreat, although the Northwest Army was not afraid of cavalry. But in such an indistinguishable night, it is inevitable that a surprise attack by a cavalry unit of the enemy will be very wolfish

What's more, in the rear of this cavalry unit, there are a large number of infantry close behind. Once it is entangled and encircled, it is basically the fate of being surrounded and annihilated.

On the walls of that color, the nervous Gallic soldiers looked at the slowly departing Falcon troops below and began to talk. Because they were besieged, the Gallic soldiers were unaware of the fact that a large number of Gallic reinforcements were rapidly approaching Nase, and the Falcon Army was urgently assembled below. It made everyone nervous, and the probe probed to look down

"How do you look, the enemy seems to be retreating!" A soldier looked down and said hesitantly, "No, are you dazzled!" Another soldier pursed his lips disdainfully, stretched out his head, and suddenly a ball of fire suddenly ignited below, illuminating the field, and the huge silhouette of the ignited trebuchet could be seen, and the soldier stuck out his tongue in fright, "It's actually a trebuchet, but it seems to be retreating!"

"Whether it's really a withdrawal or not, prepare quickly, we must attack!" a young officer was bold and said excitedly, "If I guessed correctly, it should be our reinforcements coming, we can't just watch them slip away!" "An Lingta, where are you going!"

A majestic voice stopped the young officer's footsteps, and a figure staggered over under the protection of several guards, it was none other than George Wood, the commander of the sixteenth garrison who was patrolling the city walls with the guards, his hands and shoulders were wrapped in gauze, and there were burn marks on his ankles, and the fierce battle caused the commander of such a Gallic garrison to suffer minor injuries,

A cluster of arrows from a falcon army shot through his hand armor in the chaotic battle, and the arrows pierced deep into his small hand bones, because the battle situation was urgent, he just used his sword to cut off the cluster of arrows that exposed his arm, and there was still a piece of gauze left in his arm, and the gauze wrapped around his arm could see the blood stains oozing out, "My lord, the enemy is retreating, I guess our reinforcements are about to arrive, the enemy is afraid, we should catch up! Kill them without leaving a piece of armor!" When the young officer saw that it was George Wood, he tried his best to stand up straight, salute, and his tone of reply was full of admiration, if it weren't for George Wood's iron fist, the city would have been broken long ago, and in the counterattack, George Wood did not hide behind like those commanders who were greedy for life and feared death, but took the lead and led the guards to charge the front line, five hundred guards, and now there are less than a hundred left!"The enemy is retreating? Why don't I see it, and does this have anything to do with us?" George Wood looked out of the city, and then looked at the camp full of wounded soldiers who were still guarding the city wall, more than half of them were wounded soldiers, this could not be pursued, he frowned slightly, and said with a gloomy expression, "Our task is to guard Nase, not to pursue the enemy, if the enemy is really retreating, if there are really reinforcements, leave it to them!" "My lord, this is a kind of shirking responsibility, aren't you afraid of being held accountable" The young officer said with an ugly face and a little dissatisfaction

George Wood's eyes flashed with a cold light, which made people frightened, "We withstood the onslaught of the fierce Falcon Army of 30,000 with only a few thousand people, and held on until the reinforcements arrived, this can be regarded as shirking responsibility?, you are a nobleman, you have your own war horse, even if you encounter danger, you can calmly retreat, but what about the others,"

George Wood's gaze paused on the young officer, and he stared at him and said, "There are 8,000 people in the entire garrison regiment, and there are less than 3,000 people still standing here!" Those who can fight are afraid that there are less than 2,000 people, and although the enemy under the city has losses, it is still more than 20,000, do you want them to send them to death? The young officer held his head high, looking unconvinced

"Living, holding on to that color, and not letting those comrades who died in battle die in vain is the duty of those of us who survived! As for the merits, leave it to the other troops, it is already the first merit to be able to keep that color" George Wood smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to pat the young officer's shoulder, "I won't agree to anyone else going, if you want someone, I can let it go!" (To be continued......