On the cold east coast of Normandy, dark clouds are thick, like a huge tornado absorbing strength, and the gloomy and miserable dark clouds are moving slowly in the sky, and the cold wind blows across the dry and cold earth.

Black smoke rose into the sky, and red fiery serpents licked and ate at the half-collapsed castles, broken walls, scattered among nearby villages, river valleys, distant forests and mountains, pale as a dead man

Winter dusk, burning town,

The sturdy black-armored soldiers weaved between the low houses of the Normandy villages, the sharp edges of their swords flashing at the edge of the village from time to time, and occasionally the crisp clash of iron weapons and the angry scolding of the battle, but the sound always faded quickly.

In the open space outside the village, the black-armored cavalry sat quietly on horseback, the cavalry carried longbows, and the sabers made of fine iron carried at their waists touched the horses' pedals from time to time, making a crisp collision sound.

There was silence, only the snorting and hoofing of the war horses could be heard.

"Have you found all of them?"

Since the day before yesterday, the expeditionary corps composed of 20,000 Salanders landed in eastern Normandy, and the first instruction given by the legion was to search all the villages within 50 miles as quickly as possible, and if there were nobles' castles, they would be pulled out immediately, and if they found the Salanders, they would all be rescued.

In fact, without the orders of the legion headquarters, the Salanders who are full of revenge are already doing this, they are like a sieve to sweep all the adjacent areas, and finally rescue more than 300 Salanders who have been reduced to slavery, and more compatriots are still suffering inhumane treatment on this continent, being trampled and killed like cattle, which is like a mobilization order for the expeditionary force composed of Salanders,

The east coast of Normandy. There was black smoke everywhere, flames everywhere, blood everywhere, villages were burning, castles were burning. What once happened in the land of Salander is now being repeated in the territory of the Normans, and even more so violently!

When an army full of vengeful anger was loosened from the ropes that had been binding their hands and feet, the destructive power that erupted was staggering, and everyone's hearts burned with the flames of ruin. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth,

The Legion Department did not say it explicitly, but all kinds of acquiescence have expressed this unreservedly, and the strength of the empire made the Salander people feel for the first time that the dignity of a country does not come from pity and grief. but real iron and blood,

As the screams and brawls in the village faded away, flames and black smoke rose from all corners of the village. After a while, Salati's eyes focused on the dozen or so women who had been helped out by the soldiers.

The women were still frightened and panicked on their faces, their ragged clothes and thin linen clothes, exposing their fair and seductive bodies to the cold wind. His face was as white as paper,

The women were curled up like frightened beasts. With a hesitant and confused gaze, looking at these black-armored cavalrymen of unknown origin, although someone had already told them that they were from Salander, but for them who had already suffered too much humiliation, the incident in front of them was so unreal!

Sarati couldn't bear to look around, and ordered the soldiers to give each woman a cotton coat,

Such a situation is not uncommon in the villages that have been searched, women are always the most vulnerable group of people in the war, and in the entire southern war of Salander, in addition to tens of thousands of prisoners of war, more than 140,000 Salander women were sold, this shocking figure, for the entire Salander nation, is an unforgettable memory and humiliation.

"Captain, it's been cleared, 17, one died the day before yesterday, the others are here!"

The team leader who led the search was the last to come out of the village, his long sword was still dripping with red blood, behind him, red flames spread on the roof of the village, like a group of vengeful elves dancing, and at the same time, it was also reflected on him, making his whole person look red, Sarati's heart contracted unnaturally, his fingers grasped the reins of the war horse, and asked with a solemn expression, "What is the name of the deceased, and how did he die?"

"It was a girl named Atasa, who was humiliated...... So ......" The team leader who responded to him lowered his head, revealing an inexplicable look of grief and indignation, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth

"Atasa. Recorder, register this name in the notebook......" Salati's face flashed a hint of gloom, and she looked up at the dark clouds in the distance,

"Yes!"

A black-armored soldier next to him took out a thickly sharpened charcoal pen from the pocket of his underwear, and forcefully wrote a new name on the animal skin paper that was already full of dense names.

Every one of the people recorded on it is a Salander who has been unable to go back, and every one of them is a lonely ghost buried in a foreign land, and an expeditionary force that has landed according to the instructions of His Majesty Falcon. Every one of Saran's dead must be found, and even if their bodies can't return to Sarande, their souls must be returned.

"Alright, let's go to the next one!" Salati raised her horsewhip,

"Captain, this is the fifth village, and it's already on the edge! any further than that, it's out of the area designated by the Legion Headquarters," the deputy captain next to him cautioned, as a scout cavalry ran in from outside, panting to report to Sarati

"Captain, the Legion Headquarters has an urgent order, the whole army is assembled, the Normans are coming!"

"The Normans are coming?" Hearing the order to assemble, Salati's eyes lit up, he reined in his horse, raised his horse's hooves high, and shouted, "A small team is responsible for bringing them back, and the others will come with me!"

Ahead, a small hill called the Silver Sparrow, covered with beautiful Goran Elson shirts, these tall trees with tower-like shapes, their ends reaching into the sky, an army slowly entering, black armor, like black flowers blooming on the earth, quickly covering the position of several hills

"My lord, the scouts report that the Norman army has arrived in Ryry ahead of us"

The galloping cavalry, stopping in front, quickly jumped down, ran up a hill, and reported to Reposti, who was looking at the terrain, "The vanguard has encountered the advance of Lord Yagrins, and Lord Yagrin is moving to the intended place of battle according to the original plan!"

"How many are there in Normandy?" Reposti withdrew his gaze from a distance, and turned to ask the scout cavalry who reported the news,

Although preparations have been made, as the first battle to be fought on the continent of Obaro, even the experienced Reposti is a little nervous, this time the expeditionary force landed 20,000 people, in order to avoid the possibility of being completely blocked on the coast,

Reposti divided the 20,000 expeditionary force into four heavy groups 50 miles apart, of which he led 10,000 men, and the other 10,000 men, led by the deputy commander Yagrins, made a mid-point forward stance, like a protruding spike.

Both of them are famous generals who have fought with the Norman enemy in the south of Salander, and they are very familiar with the fighting style of the Normans, these Haitian people with a strong style, are not elite in equipment, but they have a barbarian bravery, good at individual combat, often once stimulated, they will be the first to charge without scruples, to be precise, both of them believe that the Normans have very poor combat discipline, and compared with the Falcon army that has formed a combat system, it basically does not pose a threat

Sure enough, the Norman enemy couldn't stand the stimulation this time, and bit the salient of Jargin as expected, and the location of this battle, after discussing with Jarrins, the two of them invariably fell in love with a small hill called the silver sparrow located 20 miles away from the salient.

The terrain here is not very vast, but it has an excellent view.

Several of the hills are also quite undulating, and there is a low corridor in the middle, which the enemy must brave the rain of arrows to traverse if the enemy wants to storm the falcons on the hills.

"It should be more than 10,000 men!" the scout cavalry replied with his head raised, "and there are indications that this may only be the vanguard of the Normans, because most of them are cavalry, and the previous advance was very fast, but they just made contact with Lord Yagrins's legion, and chose to stop, presumably to bite the army of Lord Yagrin tightly and prepare for the main attack behind"

"10,000 forwards! It seems that the Normans are also desperately coming" A sneer appeared at the corner of Ruiposti's mouth, he knew very well that when Normandy was at its strongest, the total number of troops was only about 7 or 80,000,

In the battle of Salander, the southern army of the empire went south, the Normans were beaten and disarmed, and they were crushed for hundreds of miles, at least more than 40,000 Normans died in Salander, and finally the remaining 20,000 people were withdrawn back to the country on the condition of giving up the entire southern part of Salander and the huge compensation military expenses of 5 million gold coins.

These crippled legions, even if they return to China for new replenishment, the military strength of 50,000 people in Normandy is already the limit, and putting 10,000 people as the vanguard is enough to show that the Normans have even used the last family base

The core of the whole plan is how to force the Normans with their local advantage to rush to the battle as quickly as possible, so that their advantage in local combat can be transformed into an extremely passive disadvantage.

And the Falcon Majesty proposed a battle plan to release the Salanders and make the eastern coast a place of revenge for the Salanders, and sure enough, the Normans gave up the plan of a decisive battle with the advantage of the interior.

With such large-scale fluctuations and the tragic situation of looting and killing along the coast, if the Normandy high-level can still deal with it calmly, then it is estimated that the nobles in the country will be the first to riot, and in this case, the Normans will inevitably take a risk!

"His Majesty's gaze is really vicious!" Thinking of the embarrassment that the Normans were now facing a dilemma, even if they knew that it was not good for them, they had to force a decisive battle, and Reposti also felt a chill in his back for this completely lore plan

Ask for a commuter pass...... It's been a long time since I've done this (to be continued. )