The fat man's war horse stopped at the end of the mountain road, his eyebrows frowned slightly, at the end of the mountain road in front of him, it was like the scene of Shura Hell, dense and uncountable corpses extended down the mountain road, the land on the mountain road was stained with human blood, in the white falling rain curtain, through the frowning red like a huge rag, the white rain flowed under the horse's hooves, and when it reached the mountain road below, it turned into red water, washed down the muddy road, like a wave hitting the body of the corpse below, churning up like a river as spectacular red, the mountain road was very quiet, no one made a sound, although it had been a tragic battlefield for a long time, but most of the Guards cavalry were also shocked by the sight in front of them,

Bloody battle! Bloody battles, corpses all over the ground, and it is almost impossible to find a complete body! What kind of battle is this! Looking at these, the fat man's heart tightened unexpectedly, he didn't expect that the main battlefield of Berlin Del would have broken out at the mountain pass, "Because there must have been some accident, otherwise Varisian would not have chosen to put up a defensive formation at the mountain pass."

The fat man's hand holding the whip tightened, although he didn't see it, but he guessed something, and judging from the accumulation of corpses in front of him, this was an extremely difficult and bloody mountain siege, against the mountain siege, not the siege, indicating that Varisian was at a disadvantage in this battle, so he had to use the Y-shaped fork in the road and the cascading mountain road to form a layered defense line that could dissipate the enemy's sharpness, and the impact of the attacking side should be very fierce, because it was the sixth army of Hasenlimpo,

The target is mainly concentrated on the left side of the fork in the road, and the most shocking thing is the entrance to the mountain road below, facing a pile of corpses of nearly one meter, which is enough to prove the tragedy and madness of both sides in that battle.

The fat man's eyes fell on the left side of the mountain road, and he saw that the entire left side of the mountain road was completely destroyed, because the ground of the mountain road on the left side was full of round pits of incalculable size, and near each round pit were scattered human stumps. These stumps were soaked in the rain, swollen and white, and the flag of the Gallic Sixth Army, which had been cut into strips of rag, was blown up and hung on the branches of the high mountain road, and was beaten by the raindrops, and a severed hand clenched the flag, looking so unwilling, the owner of the hand undoubtedly became a heap of broken limbs and flesh below,

"陛xià. It is the battle flag of the Gallic Sixth Army! Judging from the armor on the corpses, it is also the Gallic army, and the corpses of our people must have been moved!" The captain of the Guards squadron sent to investigate brought back good news from the mountain road with a happy face,

The solemnity on the fat man's face finally loosened a little, and the rain could not dilute the smell of blood, but it made the shape more clear, and the war horse under his crotch shook his head slightly, and his nose stirred, in the fat man's opinion. The only ones who could do so could do it were Varisian's grenadiers, who used blasters so intensively in such a narrow mountain pass. It seems that Varisian is more likely to win in the end! Will Hasenrampo withdraw, or will he stick to Berlin del? The fat man put aside the confusion in his heart and raised his hand in high spirits. Forward!Goal, Berlin del,

Fifteen thousand black guardsmen. Cautiously crossing the near-ruined mountain road towards the plain below, the horse's hooves stepped into the muddy earth soaked red with blood, the red dirt turned outward, making a creepy squeak, and half an hour later, the black cavalry group appeared like a huge black line on the edge of the earth,

The fat man could already see the Falcon Army flag fluttering on the walls of Berlin del!

"It's the cavalry of the Falcon Empire!"

More than 10,000 Gallic defeated troops gathered under the city of Berlin del, the frightened face was like seeing death, the Falcon Imperial cavalry, is the most terrible nightmare of the Gallic infantry, under the sword, the head of the Gaul is flying, in the heyday did not dare to fight, not to mention the tragic situation of losing the armor now, thinking that their own head is about to be split in half by the sharp sword, the Gallic defeated army feels something colder than the rain, it is a trembling from the bones, more than 10,000 Gallic defeated troops have long lost the willpower to fight,

Running away at this point is killing yourself!

"I surrender! Don't kill me!" a Gallic soldier threw his weapon on the ground, raised his hands high, his knees fell heavily into the muddy water on the ground, lowered his head, and shouted forward in a terrible voice, this is rumored outside, if you want to surrender to the Falcon Army, you must put on a posture,

Kneeling means surrender, raising their hands to show that they will give up any resistance, and soon, more and more soldiers threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground with their hands raised like him, not even daring to raise their eyes, their will has collapsed, they have become a rout, and they have been running for hours in a row, and finally they find themselves abandoned, this mood is simply a dead ash that is lower than despair, and the heart is like dead ashes! Everyone here is dead ashes, even if a fire is dropped, it can't burn again, looking at the black that rushes like a wave, there are few people who escape,

This is a plain area, no one can escape the pursuit of cavalry, and the Battle of Rustie has ended with the victory of the Falcon Empire, and the Rusty region has completely become the control area of the Empire, and in a way, as long as they are still blocked in Berlindel, they are the fate of prisoners

Soon, the Falcon Empire will take this as the center and raise the butcher's knife to the vast land of the hinterland of Gaul, everyone knows that if the rout army is not cleaned up well and flows into the mountains and woodlands, it will be bandits that affect the stability of the rear, of course, the Falcon Army will not let such a situation appear, in the face of potential crises, the Falcon Army has never had a soft heart record,

The galloping horses passed by like a hurricane, the horses' hooves raised dirt and splashed on them, the black cavalry completely ignored these soldiers who had already surrendered, the Gallic soldiers looked numb with their hands crossed on their chests, and whispered a prayer in their mouths, their cowardice undoubtedly saved their lives, and in the case of victory, the Falcon army generally did not take the extreme practice of slaughtering prisoners, in the eyes of the Falcon army, captives were a very valuable and cheap labor force that could build roads, bridges, and mines, and the Gauls were not afraid of being captured by the Falcon army,

The fat man didn't expect it to be so smooth, looking at a large group of Gauls kneeling in the rain, he raised his hand slightly, and the guards cavalry behind him suddenly separated from the middle to the sides, divided into four queues, like a huge grid that spread out, and the rout of tens of thousands of people, if it is not handled well, it will form a riot!

"Who is the commander of the troops!"

A squadron leader of the Guards cavalry rode out in a white rain curtain. The cold light of the sword from its sheath brought a burst of white light! The sharp sound was like an elegy over the Gallic Empire, and there was silence all around, and tens of thousands of captives bowed their heads, and no one dared to look at the black cavalry

The fat man's horse's hooves stopped in front of a Gallic general kneeling in muddy water, with his eyes closed and his head bowed waiting for the verdict of fate,

This middle-aged general from Gaul looked stern and looked a bit like a general, but his face and body were covered with muddy water. The armor was also broken, the edges were a little charred, it looked wolf bèi and funny, although the armor was broken, but the badge on it was still clearly visible, representing a prominent family in Gallic Kyoto, looking at the horse's hooves that appeared in his sight, the Gallic general's face became very pale, like the white moon in the night sky. His body was trembling uncontrollably, or he felt that it was too embarrassing to be in such a state, and he tried to endure it

"You participated in that mountain battle!" the fat man looked coldly at the cracks in his armor that had been torn apart by the fragments of the exploding bullet and the scratches on his body,

"Yes!" the Gallic general's face turned pale. Nodding with difficulty, he had been stunned to death by the explosion of the blasting bomb in that battle, and when he woke up, he was surrounded by corpses. Hasenrimbaud's army disappeared without a trace, and he subconsciously made his way to Berlindel, only to be blocked in front of the fortress like the rest of the rout. The Gallic general unexpectedly raised his head and glanced at the fat man on his horse. His body shook slightly, his eyes bulged, and although he tried to hide it, his look undoubtedly showed that the Gallic general knew very well who this fat man was asking him!

"Your name!" the fat man lifted his chin

"Kyoto Army Tielan!" The middle-aged general's voice trembled, he said a name intermittently, lowered his head, and no longer dared to look at the fat man, it seemed that he was extremely afraid, in the Gallic army, this person's name had become a taboo in the Gallic army, and he didn't expect to really see this terrible person!

"Tielan! Kyoto Army!"

The fat man's eyes flashed brightly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his eyes were interested, and he looked at the Gallic general kneeling in front of the horse, isn't this one of the leaders of the Kyoto army who is not dealing with Hasenrambo, what an accident!, I regretted that I slipped away one of the biggest fish when I was collecting the net, but I didn't expect to unexpectedly catch another big-headed fish! The Kyoto Army Tielan may not be a great figure in the Gallic military circles, but in the Gallic Kyoto Army, he is definitely a first-class and influential person, such a guy, raised as a prisoner, but he has no value at all!

On April 18, the Battle of Rasti, which lasted one month and nineteen days, ended with the Falcon Army completely cutting off the connection between Gaul and the Rasti region, the decisive withdrawal of the famous Gallic general Hasenrimbaud at the last moment, so that the fat man single-handedly wiped out the 500,000 troops of Gaul and cut off the backbone of the empire, but also felt a little regret, Hasenrimbaud's troops suffered heavy losses, and still withdrew with more than 50,000 remaining people into the Fippley area close to the Rasti region, almost impatient, on April 20, the fat man held a military conference in Berlindel, after a short period of rectification, the Central Army and the Northwest Army of the Falcon EmpireOn 27 April, the North-Western Army routed the local garrison and occupied Tanis, the capital of Dact

In May, the northern Slavs, feeling threatened, began to speed up their encroachment on the Turberg region in the heart of Gaul, and on May 10, the Slavs swore an army of 100,000 in Asobica in the north, divided into the second and fourth Slavic armies, and slaughtered in the direction of Gallic Kyoto.

Because the Kyoto army was almost empty, in order to resist the Falcon Army's large-scale attack on the hinterland, the strength of the garrisons in various places had also been emptied, and in the face of 100,000 Slavs who were marching south, the main force of the Janissary Army, which had not officially left Gallic Kyoto for decades, became the main force to resist the Slavic army.

The combat strength of the Praetorian Guard is indeed the crown of the Gallic armies, and the subordinate strength of 50,000 horsemen, led by the commander of the Praetorian Guard who has just been promoted, led by Yard, with some improvised local regiments, the strong spirit of establishing the country by force is vividly exerted in them, the loyalty to the motherland, the hatred of the enemy who invades the territory, and the tragic and moving spirit of the Praetorian Guard, which seems to have increased the strength of the army several times,

The Slavs went all the way south, killing, burning and looting. The capitals of two provinces in a row were burned, more than ten cities were looted, and more than 300,000 Gauls were slaughtered. Because they are now far from the capital of Gaul, there is only one province of Ankra! The goal of the Slavs is also very clear, and that is the imperial capital!

"The motherland's territory is vast and boundless, but we have no way to retreat! Behind us is our homeland!"

In the Ankra region, in the face of the Slavs who burned down their homes and slaughtered their loved ones, the Gallic civilian volunteers did not give an inch. They strictly delayed the southward movement of the Slavs, and Ankra, known as a resort for recuperation, became a rock-solid threshold with countless waterways. The Slavs came from the cold northern wilderness. There is a natural fear of the Mizusawa area,

The battle was fought day and night in Ankra, and the fighting was raging and fighting. The entire region is filled with death, pain, hatred, despair and hope, and the battlefield is littered with corpses and thousands of people have died. There are warriors who defend their homeland, and there are foreign invaders who are greedy.

May, belong to the Slavs!

The 100,000 southbound troops of the Slavs finally captured the fighters in the province of Ankra, and they broke through the defensive line on the periphery of the capital, cutting off the capital city of Amdango, known as the gateway to Kyoto, from the outside world for the first time.

Because of the forced urging of the Gallic emperor, the famous Gallic general Yard, who led the Janissaries to maintain guerrilla tactics, had to fight head-on with the Slavs who had superior forces to relieve the siege of Amdango, and the Slavs met with all their military strength, the main force was 20,000 tall cold soldiers in the north, and these soldiers were equipped with the Gallic military industry, all of them were two meters tall and weighed, and the weapons in their hands were heavy maces or hammers, if they wore heavy armor, they dared to fight even in the face of the impact of the group cavalry, 40,000 light infantry, 20,000 Slavic archers and cavalry

On the Gallic side, because the nobles of Kyoto were worried that Kyoto would have no army to defend, in mid-May, 15,000 Gallic Janissaries were temporarily transferred back to Kyoto, plus the battle losses of continuous battles, so the Gallic Praetorian Guards led by Yelder to participate in the battle were only 21,000 Janissaries, and the local garrison of Duke Sid was 14,000 people, with a total strength of 35,000 people, and in the face of up to 80,000 Slavic northern warriors, this tragic battle lasted a whole day,

Corpses were everywhere, rivers of blood flowed, too many enemies and companions died in front of them, and in the end the Slavs should suffer huge casualties and the battle line collapsed,

The last remaining 67,800 Gallic Praetorian Guards could not believe that they had finally survived this fighting hell, and they were dull for a long time before the cheers slowly sounded, and the moans of the wounded soldiers echoed on the blood-stained ground

Pressing the report on the Battle of Ankra on the table, the fat man stood up from the desk with a relaxed expression and straightened his collar in front of the mirror.

After occupying the province of Gaul Daquet, he did not immediately adopt the strategy of continuing to go deeper, but expanded to both sides, trying his best to tear this gap wider, the hinterland of Gaul is so populous, rich and densely packed with cities that even a behemoth like the Falcon Empire wants to swallow it in one gulp, it will take at least two to three months,

The fat man is not a passer-by who just wants to leave in a few years, the fat man wants to go to the real land and population of the Gallic Empire, not the ruined ruins, although he has occupied most of the two provinces in a row, and incorporated more than three million people into his own ruling area, the 200,000 falcon army that marched into Gaul had to be temporarily stopped, the main force that had been fighting fiercely for several months needed to rest, and the cavalry of the eastern and western courts of the steppe wanted to return to the steppe, since the door to the hinterland had been opened, he was equivalent to grasping the initiative of the war, how to fight the hinterland of Gaul, when to fight, all in his own thoughts,

The fatigue of the army is a very dangerous signal, many veterans are not Obarro, their roots are in Ikadiva, they have been fighting outside all the year round, homesickness is deep, the fat man one night when he was on patrol, he met a veteran crying in a low voice, the child had just been born when he set off from the empire, and now three years have passed, and he has not even seen the appearance of a child

The fat man thinks that the Slavs mobilized 100,000 troops in the south, and put on a huge posture of pointing at Gallic Kyoto, which is obviously an idiotic decision made because he broke through the barrier of Rusti and messed up, although Gaul has suffered a great loss of strength, but hundreds of years of national strength is not a Rasti can be consumed, at this time, the Falcon Army is still five provinces away from Gallic Kyoto, and the fat man knows that in this era, he does not know that there is a strategic term called "depth"

The Slavs were bent on marching south to Kyoto in Gaul, completely abandoning the strategy of full expansion at the beginning, like an arrow shot into the water, the tip of the arrow is so big, the deeper it shoots, the greater the resistance encountered, and eventually it will be completely bounced to the surface of the water by the buoyancy of the water. Sure enough, in the Battle of Allrak, the famous Gallic general Alder fought a decisive battle with the Slavs after cutting off the Slavs' support line for four days.

Because they went too deep, the large army of the Slavs was desperately short of supplies, and they were ambushed by Yald in the middle of the retreat, and the tall Northland warriors could not fight hungry.

The Slavs killed 17,000 horses as military rations before the decisive battle, and the Slavs completely lost their ability to maneuver.

It's hard for heavy infantry to move through the mire,

Taking advantage of this, Yald first swept away the Slavic lightly armed troops who had lost their horses with the Janissary cavalry, and then forced the flanks of the Slavic heavy infantry with heavy cavalry, and finally slaughtered more than 60,000 Slavs in the Anrak mire. (To be continued......)