The arrows whistled like a swarm of locusts with a cold wind, and swept over the heads of the enemy.

"Crackling"

The chain mail was torn open, and the sharp arrows slammed into the bodies of the soldiers in Stien,

Bright red blood spurted out of the wound and was splattered in the face of his companion by the fierce mountain wind

"Enemy, all enemies on the left!" shouted the Stitian soldiers, and not far from the gorge, the peasant troops composed of those local nobles were also shot in the face of fierce arrows.

The knights who were still overseeing the war were driven by their horses, and they hid like rats behind the rocks in the mountains, crowded and refused to come out.

The right flank of Mount Vatu, which was fighting fiercely, was soon covered by a rain of arrows from the left flank,

The soldiers were shaking, the battle line was shaking, the defense line on the right flank involuntarily retreated, and this time not only the soldiers, but even many of the Stien generals lost confidence in the line of defense on Mount Vatu

"My lord, reinforcements, without reinforcements, we can't hold it!" Natal, the commander of the Fifth Banner of Samar, ran to Stianttuxa with a crying voice, almost crawling in front of Stianttuxa,

His Fifth Banner Regiment was supposed to be guarding a steep mountain road, but Stianttuxa gave him a death order to take back the Sixth Banner Regiment's defenses.

Natar threw in two squadrons in a row, but instead of taking the defense area of the Sixth Banner Regiment, he was scattered by the scattered rout, and under the onslaught of the Samar Guards, most of them were already killed and wounded

Even he himself was slashed in the right arm by the Samour cavalry,

If it weren't for the guards who were desperately stabbed, he would now be an ugly corpse in the mud in the middle of the mountain.

Covered in muddy water and dark red blood mixed on him, two unsightly colors that made him look like a rolling lump of mud

"Can't hold it?" Stian Tuxa looked at him with an angry face, the defeat in front of him was already doomed,

For the haughty Stianttuxa,

Two successive defeats at the hands of the Samorian army was an unbearable insult,

"Useless waste!" Stientuxa kicked Natak in the heel, seemingly pouring all his anger on the wolf-bèi General Stienne

"My lord, reinforcements, as long as there are a thousand more men" Natucker didn't seem to give up, still getting up from the mud, his army still waiting for him to save him

"A thousand!" Stian Tuxa's eyes narrowed into a line, and a cold chill seeped through his angry face

The thousand men of Natak seemed to stimulate him,

He suddenly found that as a commander in command of an army of 50,000, he now had in his hands not even a single person except for a hundred guards

Stiant Tuxa looked at the already crumbling defense line, looked at the regular army of Stien who was still desperately resisting, and suddenly looked at Na Tucker, who was covered in mud and water, and said in a cold voice, "I don't have a thousand people, but you do!"

"Me?" Natar was stunned by Stianttuxa's expression, and suddenly a cold light flashed in front of him,

"Flutter" Natar's head flew into the air with his eyes open,

The tragic scene of "hiss" made everyone around gasp, and looked at the headless corpse lying in the mire with a pale face, and subconsciously shrank his head

"Immediately inform the whole army, if there are those who dare to retreat in battle, this is the end!"

Stiantusa looked around with a vicious look in his eyes, and "Dang Chang" slammed the bloody sword in his hand into the dirt in front of him

The Northern Army of Samori, which occupied the left flank, quickly divided into several squadrons and moved towards the gorge mouth of the Leshou Valley, "Squeak!" The spears of the two armies collided fiercely at the junction point of the gorge.

"Kill, rush over!" the heavy infantry of the Samar Northern Army, dressed in heavy armor, rushed forward with the shield in his hand

"Bump!" a thin nobleman was squeezed down from a gorge dozens of meters high,

"Ahh

The execution of Natak, the commander of the Fifth Banner, sent chills through the hearts of all the Stien generals, and the already shaky defensive line was miraculously stabilized

"Turn up the trebuchet!"

The fat man couldn't help frowning when he saw the stalemate in the battle, and ordered the two western flag regiments to transfer the hundreds of trebuchets they brought.

The 50,000 Western Legions of Samore were all engaged in this battle, which decided the entire battle.

Countless snoring boulders flew like cutting lines, whistling and tumbling into the top of the hill defended by the Stitian army,

"Boom" The Stian soldiers who were crowded together were smashed by stones,

In the entire queue, there are blurred traces of flesh and blood,

"Order the hunter squadron to give me!" "Crorysat, who was in charge of the main attack, also threw her own personal guard into battle,,

Six Samar mountain infantry, like six surging black waves, tumbled into the wavering Stian Front,

"Kill"

The two armies intersected, and the Stian soldiers on the opposite side found out,

Before the queue could rush in front of them, the flying knives were already flying like a storm, slashing their heads and faces, and the strange whistling and screams of their companions made the Stitian soldiers panic

The weak chain mail of the Stitian soldiers was torn apart by the flying blades in front of them,

This time, in front of the black Samorian crowd, it was not a sharp spear, but a piece of hunting knife that glistened in the sun

These hunter-born mountain infantry do not know the strong top battle tactics of the Northern Army.

They are all experienced hunters, they have their own unique tactics, they have a hunter's short knife in their hands dedicated to throwing prey, can accurately nail the enemy more than ten meters away,

These six squadrons, made up of seasoned hunters, soon gave a new twist to the stalemate right-flank offensive,

"Ah" The already exhausted Stian soldiers, in front of this new elite who entered the battlefield, were killed.

"Hooray, for Samar!"

Hukochili's cavalry finally rushed out of the rout, and countless black cavalry were like a whirling dart,

Shoot at the home of Stianttuxa,

Stian Tuxa looked at the cavalry that was killing him, and hurriedly ordered the knight squad behind him to step forward to block it, and he fled again with the personal guards around him.

After Hukochili eliminated the Stian Knight who was in his way, he found that the enemy boss had fled, leaving only a lone Northern Banshee battle banner.

"Cut down the flag!" Hu Keqili ordered loudly to the cavalry behind him, "snap" A crisp knife sound, with the cold light of the war knife flashing, the Northern Banshee battle flag fell from the broken flagpole, was grabbed by Hu Keqili, and hung on his own war knife

The army of the Stiens on the top of the hill completely collapsed, and the gates of the Kudan plain were opened in front of the fat man,

The wet summer monsoon blows across the vast Kudan plains, and the artemisia grass by the Kunaan River sways from side to side in the wind,

The river water has become a little muddy due to the monsoon rain some time ago, and the tumbling soil collides with the round pebblestones by the river, making a crisp rattling sound.

The stone surface by the river is carried out by the water flow out of the grooves, and the surface is polished so clear that it seems to be able to illuminate the shadow of people.

The river flows gently over it, like a faint layer of sand covering it

A group of black-armored cavalry came from the upper reaches of the river, and the horse's hooves stepped into the water of the horse's belly, and the turbulent water was separated in the horse's belly, forming white water lines.

The first was a slightly obese young man, wearing only a simple layer of button fine chain mail.

With an arc-shaped strange long sword on his waist, with a little indifference on his face,

The sparse scenery along the way made the young man's eyebrows frown

Because the Saron Legion carried out the migration order of the fat man, most of the villages along the route were empty, and there were hardly any people to be seen on the road.

This order was stopped by the fat man after the end of the Battle of Mount Vatu, but half of the people were still relocated to the west, which was very bad for the newly recovered Kudan people

"My lord, Kudan City is in the lower reaches of this river! I believe we will be able to reach it in the afternoon!" said a cavalry general who followed the young man with a little pity on his face

"Stien, the old fox. After learning of the loss of the Vatu Pass, he didn't even want Kudan's lair, and retreated overnight with his army to Murhausk, which had been assigned to the Ryordians by the royal family.

According to our secret report in the Stien family, this time the Stien family only took away 10,000 elite private troops belonging to their own family, and lost nearly 40,000 miscellaneous troops to us.

Lord Salonn also felt very troubled by such a large number of captives, and specially sent a small one to ask the lord if he needed to continue the pursuit, and the problem of dealing with these captives!"

"What is the status of those nobles who originally belonged to the Stien family!"

The fat man on the horse seemed a little absent-minded, the just-concluded Battle of Mount Vatu made the Stian family completely lose control of the Kudan Plain,

If it weren't for the fast race of Stiancu, the 100,000 Samol elites surrounded by the two armies,

will definitely let this lord who controls the entire north die without a place to be buried,

A strong man has a broken arm, he is ruthless to the enemy, and even more ruthless to himself!

The determination of the Stien family, as always, made the fat man feel a little admired,,

This lurker entrenched in the north always seems to like to do this kind of thing, and when he finds that the situation is not good, he runs faster than anyone else.

It's just that the Stien family, who lost their nest this time, don't know if there is still a chance to make a comeback again.

"Most of the nobles of Kudan followed the Stien family to Molhaus, and only a dozen or so families with good relations with our business alliance remained!"

Hu Keqili said, but his eyes fell on the fat man's slightly sparse and expressionless face, and his voice hesitated, "It's just Kudan City......"

"Kudan City is still unwilling to surrender?" the fat man interrupted him, with a hint of imperceptible anger in his voice, which couldn't help but make Hukochili's heart tighten,

He looked at the displeased look on the fat man's face, and thought of the eager eyes of several Samar Northern Regiment Commanders before leaving, and had to muster up the courage to say

"My lord, I think Kudan City is just an example, we don't need to worry about this abandoned city at all! There is no army there, only civilians,

Kudan City does not represent the Kudan people, for example, in our army, there are many northern Kudan people,

Hukochili paused, his eyes cautiously looked at the fat man's face, until he saw that the fat man did not show any excitement or anger, and then continued, "They have gathered under the banner of the adults because of the Kugit war, and I hope the adults will take them into account,

If your Excellency orders the suppression of Kudan City in the north, I am afraid that it will leave an indelible mark in the hearts of these Samore generals who were born in the north, which is not good for us Samor!

It will also have a certain impact on adults who have always been known for their kindness and wisdom!

"Well, you don't think I'm going to order the slaughter of the city, do you?"

There was a slight change in the fat man's indifferent face, like a sleeping person who was alarmed by the sound, and his bright eyes turned

It's like two cold blades, shot out of the eyes that were full of confusion just now, and Hu Keqili felt a chill when he saw it,

"No! I just hope that the adults will take this into account when dealing with Kudan City and the captives!" Hukochili lowered his head, trying to make himself appear calm, but the five fingers that grasped the reins of the horse were pale with nervousness,

No one dared to accuse the fat Samour man to his face, especially this kind of persuasion, which seemed to be like intercession for the enemy,

Samour the fat man, except for his famously smaller heart than the eye of a needle,

and the invincible 100,000 elites under his command, and the high prestige of the throne of Vecchia,

The fire of destruction in Krysdor, Kyoto, seemed to be still flickering in Hukochili's heart, even though Hukochili was by the fat man's side at the time,

But it is clear about some hidden things, and when he learned that Kyoto had been plundered by the Stian army, the fat man who was in charge of the whole campaign,

did not immediately give the order to march to Kyoto, but ordered the whole army to wait for the order,

This undoubtedly made this avoidable military disaster a disaster that ruined the whole of Chrysdo

The fat man's order to stand by and make countless people wonder,

Now it seems that it was indeed the most "appropriate" order at the time, and the fire burned down Kyoto, and also burned the spiritual support in the hearts of the nobles of Vecchia,

The once-glorious royal family of Vekia, Samor's potential worst enemy,

were all buried in the ruins by this fire,

For the fat man who has been worrying about how to deal with the royal family,

How "Appropriate"

With the help of the hands of the Stien family, the fat man crushed the biggest stumbling block that stood in his way to the throne.

came back and slapped again, and the blood of the Stienne army who returned with it was full of blood flowed,

The Stien family, who have always been known for their cunning, were bewildered by a puzzling order from the fat man, and not only became a free thug, but also did not even pay them

"A crown forged in iron and blood!"

The war disaster reduced the entire Chrysdo to rubble, and the bustling city of Kyoto became history

More than 10,000 Kyoto nobles and 80,000 Kyoto citizens fell victim to wars and intrigue

so

The nest of the Stien family in front of him, the ultimate goal of more than 100,000 people after the January War,

Kudan City, how many people will die?

With the fat man's iron-blooded method of returning blood for blood, it is not impossible to kill the entire Kudan City

Thinking of this, even a murderous warrior like Hu Keqili couldn't help but be deeply shaken by the terrible scene that might occur in his heart.

The Vikia Civil War lasted for two years, killing and wounding more than 200,000 people and creating millions of refugees

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, or singing and dancing,

It was a sentence from the slightly naïve young man in front of him.

"You don't need to be so nervous!" the fat man looked at Hukochili's embarrassment, and grinned at the corner of his mouth, "As far as I know, there is no more Stian army in the entire Kudan Plain, and Kudan is nothing more than a city with open doors in our eyes,

The fat man waved his hand and continued, "It's just some residents who don't welcome outsiders! I have no interest in them, I'm just curious about who is holding out in Kudan! I've heard that it's a woman named Jerinkana, and I'd like to see her even more if I could!"

"Yes, this woman of Jelin Kana is said to be the head of the Jalin family, the largest family in Kudan City, Hukochili heard the fat man's words, and his nervous face finally breathed a sigh of relief, but soon showed a strange look, and suddenly stopped talking,

He looked at the fat man and said, "After the Stien family withdrew, this woman raised a private army of about 1,000 people at her own expense, saying that it was ......"

"Hehe, I know if you don't say it!" the fat man smiled disapprovingly

"It is said that our Samar army forcibly drove the Kudan people to move to the western desert, which is an act of tyrants!"

"She's not the first to compare me to a tyrant!!" the fat man seemed to disapproving the title

"You may not know that this woman named Jerinkana once wrote a provocative letter to me, a tyrant, in the name of a repressor!

"How could she say that, my lord!" Hukochili said with an excited face, "If it weren't for the fact that the adults fought against the Kujits, these northerners would not know what crimes would have suffered, these are ungrateful people!"

"But we've invaded Kudan too!" added the fat man, nodding with his whip to the verdant suburban manor in front of him

"The merits and demerits are our own descendants, what we have to do is to do our own things seriously! You send someone to sue Sù Salon, I won't go to Kudan City for the time being, I remember that the business alliance said that there is a Latuket manor in front, that is a dark spot in the north of the business alliance, let's go there first!"

Outside Kudan,

June had already begun to heat up, and not far away under the city of Kudan, the Samor army surrounded the entire city, and the flying Samar falcon battle flag made the private army at the head of the city tremble

Everybody knows

Ruling the Kudan region for hundreds of years, the northern wealthy Stian family was defeated by the kingdom's god of war, the fat man of Samor, in Mount Vatu.

Kudan, the brightest pearl of the north, has been tightly held in the palm of Samor's hand at this moment,

As long as the Samorish army is willing,

The capture of Kudan is nothing more than a matter of command,

Salong was leading a dozen Sarmour generals to stand outside the camp in full armor waiting for the arrival of the fat man, and the victory in the Battle of Kudan made Sallon more and more prevalent for a while.

The northern army led by Saron fought from the northern fortress like Hubera all the way to the northern city of Kudan.

In the case of the main force of the Western Army taking advantage of the superior forces to advance steadily, he led the 60,000 Samor army to withstand the counterattack of the 100,000 Stian army, which laid the victory for the entire Kudan Campaign.

Sallon, the star that the fat man has been honing, finally emitted his own bright brilliance

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