Gangfei Empire, Fucaudira, cloudless blue sky,

Duke Andya calmed the irritable horses under his crotch with his hand, and looked at the wilderness ahead, the moonlight banners of the Istan people spread all over the mountains, and in November, the battle for supremacy in the region of Central Europe and Barrow, broke out together with the battle for the north of Obarro.

The once domineering and now declining Gangfei Empire, and the war with the Is, who are rapidly expanding and vowing to punish all infidels,

The initial advance of the Istanians was very smooth, almost in less than a month they swept the border of Gangfei, and as the advance troops deepened, the two armies were centered on Fucordira, and the dense army of various routes set up camp one after another.

The supreme commander of the Istan side is the Governor of Eastern Iraq, Hayala, who is the most trusted confidant of the Emperor of Iraq, cruel, murderous, cunning, but also the most loyal believer, in order to expand the results of the war, in the shortest possible time to defeat the huge empire of Central Europe and Barrow, the Emperor of Iraq happened to be ten days before the battle, ordered 200,000 Iraqi troops to divide into two routes, he personally led 80,000 main forces to attack the southern region of Congo, and the other 70,000 regular troops and 60,000 slave troops were responsible for attacking the most important province in central Congo and Africa, Fukodila

The eastern governor commanded not only the native Iranian army, but also a large number of rebels in the three kingdoms that swept along the way. At first, in order to preserve his own strength, Hayela originally planned to be this battle, which would be completed entirely by the rebels he had obtained, and the regular army of Istanbul would not participate. Hajela thought that the 100,000-strong army could not simply take down the small Fukodila, and it was inevitable that he would also fall into the prestige of the Iranian army. Therefore, he ordered the regular legions to be ready for battle, although he himself believed that this was completely unnecessary, and that the elite troops of the Gangfei Empire were nothing more than a rabble, just as he had encountered in the previous provinces, and the other side was only outnumbered

November 4th, dawn. The 10,000 cavalry clusters of the Iranian army were the first to appear in front of the eyes of the Gangfei people,

These Iranian cavalrymen wore white crosses and black background armor, black and white helmets on their heads, and their faces were cold, they stopped five hundred meters away from the front of the Gangfei army, and looked at the Gangfei people in front of them, like eagles looking at their prey from a high place, they held round shields in their hands, and the curved double-edged sword unique to the Iraqi people was very gorgeous and eye-catching, and the double-edged sword was very sharp. Only Istanbul's craftsmen were able to forge it, hence the name "Istanbul Curved Sword"

In front of the Iranian cavalry, there was a dense mass of infantry,

The dense fog of the early morning lifted a little, and the soldiers could clearly see the first wave of the enemy's ranks, and they were stunned: standing on the front line of the Iranian formation was not the advancing infantry in heavy armor, nor the brave cavalry, but countless prisoners.

Most of these captives were Congolese soldiers who had previously been captured. There were also a large number of civilians, old men, children, women, and many young men, and the cavalry of the Istanians followed them. Whipping them with leather whips, stabbing with spears, and slashing with sabers, forcing them forward.

"Quick, if you don't want to die, run over!" the Istan cavalry laughed wildly behind him, whipping the huge queue more squarely. The captured Gangfeiren ran and cried and wailed, "Don't let go of the arrows, we are Gangfeiren." "The cries and wails were so loud that they brought tears to their eyes. "What should I do? There was a commotion in the queue, the soldiers were shaking with their hands pulling their bowstrings, shooting the enemy, they would not hesitate at all, but they wanted them to shoot their comrades without changing their faces, and there were also unarmed civilians in Dali,

The military judges who supervised the war shouted loudly in the back: "Attention, release the arrows! Let them not get close!"

But the soldiers hesitated, the arrows in their hands hung down, these are their own compatriots, they couldn't bear to see this cruel scene, a few soldiers let out a cry, and some of them waved their hands and shouted hoarsely, "Don't come! Don't come!" The captives in front stopped slightly, but a lone person was left behind. Immediately slashed by the Istan cavalry without hesitation. The remaining captives were horrified and began to move forward again.

Duke Andya slowly raised his head, and in a clear command voice, "Pass my order, if the enemy continues to approach, immediately release the arrow!" Two lines of tears flowed quietly on his face, "Poof!" The bowstring shook, someone shot the first arrow, the second arrow, the soldiers hesitated, the arrows rained forward, watching their compatriots scream and fall in their own hands, even the hard-hearted Overseer Judge burst into tears. "Haha, interesting, change the team!" Governor Hayela showed a sneer on the corner of his mouth, raised his hand behind him, and another group of captives were driven forward crying and shouting,

He liked this tactic of driving the prisoners to the front line the most, this is the best way to hit the morale of the other party, seeing the appearance of the people on the opposite side who were lost and depressed one by one, the governor of Hayala laughed, and did not give up, and ordered to drive away batch after batch of prisoners, forcing them to advance, forcing them to kill their compatriots, seeing that all of them were killed again without a column, the governor of Hayala narrowed his eyes slightly, and licked his lips with some unfinished eyes

The ground in front of it turned bright red and was gradually filled with corpses and flesh, and the corpses of about 17,000 captives were lying in front of them, "Kill!" Stepping on the bridge made of flesh and blood, the infantry at the forefront of the Istan began to advance, they held a square-scale gray-white shield in their hands, the armor on their bodies looked a little thin, and they did not wear a helmet on their heads, but wore a strip of cloth with the mark of the red moon, the strip of cloth was very long, and the rest of the part fluttered in the wind, looking extremely fierce, this is the death squad of the Iraqi people, often held by people who make mistakes or criminals in the army, "Forward, kill!" The death squad began to accelerate at a position of about a hundred meters, and they were specially selected to take the lead,

The death squads were not good at siege warfare, but they were particularly suitable for field assaults, because they were convicted of serious crimes, and the way to survive and be free was to exchange a hundred heads of the enemy, and their equipment was mainly bayonet guns and short broadswords, and some of them had undergone professional short-term training. Good at hand-to-hand combat,

As the death squads marched forward, the herald cavalry brought a promise that "all have heard that if the enemy is crushed, the Governor of Hayala will reward him with a thousand ducats, and whoever is the first to attack Fokoladi, whether a soldier or an officer, will be rewarded with ten thousand gold coins and given full pardon, and whoever takes the head of the enemy's general, the Governor of Hayala will personally confer upon him the title of Minor Nobleman." The little nobleman is the lowest rank in the Istanbul Empire, but for the precarious death squads, just restoring their freedom is enough to make them desperate.

"Hooray!"

Hearing such tempting conditions, the eyes of the death squad turned red, snapped, and the wine jar smashed to the ground, and they drank enough liquor to strengthen their courage before the battle, behind the death squad. It was the real strength of the Governor's Legion that Hayela, and compared to the chaotic formation of the Daring Squad in front, the regular army of 70,000 Istan seemed orderly and neat. The queue marched in a skirmish. Rows and rows of archers, axemen, bayonets, and shieldmen were well combined, and they showed slaughter in a neat manner.

"Attention, get ready for battle!"

Duke Andya shouted loudly, in front of him. The phalanx formed by the Gangfei army was as solid as a rock. These include five highly combat-ready regiments of Gonfei swordsmen, who have been training since the age of five and are required to watch from the battlefield at the age of nine. Although the body is equipped with light chain mail, the armor-piercing spear in his hand is very sharp, which can penetrate heavy armor, and is a fang hiding in the infantry phalanx.

"Kill!"

The strength of the two armies of more than 100,000 troops, at once crowded with a large plain of Fucordilla, as the distance approached, like two rapid steel walls crashing together, crackling, the powerful impact sound was like a sudden burst of blood, shoulder to shoulder, shield against shield, the back row next to the front row, crowded so hard to breathe, the transfer of troops, the new force team one after another, ordered the rear troops to push the front troops, such a vigorous hug forward, no one who wants to move forward, all over the mountains,

The battle line quickly expanded from hundreds of meters at the beginning to thousands of meters at an unimaginable speed, and the archers on both sides didn't even need to aim, just shoot and shoot in the sky, shoot and shoot, row after row of archers took turns to shoot intensively.

Thousands of bows squeaked incessantly into a full moon, and "whoosh" arrows rained down on the heads of the Istan and the Congo like a continuous torrential rain. Countless Gang Fei people fell to the ground with arrows, and blood stained the battle line red, "Kill, kill, kill!"

The infantry on both sides had already been killed, and part of the team was crushed and wanted to withdraw, but it didn't work, the follow-up troops had already rushed up, and they were pushed up again. An infantry regiment trampled on the blood of its own brothers and strode forward,

Governor Hayela couldn't believe it when he saw it, this was all his subordinates, it was the old team he had accumulated for many years, and it took him countless efforts and financial resources to set up a killing machine, he once thought that in the Obaro continent, no one could compete with his subordinates, but he didn't expect that Gangfeiren, who had always looked down on him, was so tenacious this time, it was like a different person, his elite troops had suffered more than half of the casualties, stepping on the mountain of corpses and blood that was on the ground, and the other party was also not giving an inch, stubbornly resisting to the death. The two sides engaged in a white-knuckle battle, and fierce battles were fought from here to there,

Countless sharp weapons were slashing and killing, the two sides of the fierce battle gritted their teeth, bleeding profusely, there were swords and swords everywhere, the battle line was completely beaten into blood red, both sides stepped on the wounded and the dead and continued to fight, and the screams continued one after another. "My lord, the left flank asks for reinforcements!" "Left flank?" In the direction of Gangfei, Duke Andya also received a report of troops calling for help, his eyebrows frowned slightly, the left flank was the focus of today's fierce battle, and the Istan people threw a huge force of a total of ten teams here, trying to break through the defense line in one fell swoop. Marquis Yeerdo, the commander of the Gangfei New Eighth Legion, one of the four major legions of Gangfei, is here, and his Gangfei New Eighth Army has three elite infantry regiments with a total strength of nearly 60,000 people.

It is no wonder that Duke Andya is puzzled by this, if he goes to the left flank, he will find that the situation is even worse than he imagined, sixty percent of the strength of the Iranian army has fallen here, the weapons are fiercely slammed, sparks are flying, the wounded are moaning, the soldiers have red eyes, the feet are slippery, it is the human body that is stepping on, the thick smell of blood chokes, the commander of the corps, Marquis Yeerdo, is angrily scolding the commander of the Seventh Army who is in charge of his flank, Wen Ke, who is afraid of the battle, and the new Eighth Army has to fight on both sides"Something is wrong!"

The governor of eastern Istanbul, Hayera, anxiously slapped his horsewhip with his hand. The task given to him by the emperor was to break through Focodil in mid-November, and then join up with the emperor Xià, who broke through the south and north, and hit Kyoto in one fell swoop.

"Tito's fortress corps has gone up!"

"Lord Lei Su asked for reinforcements! He said his Tiger's Eye Seventeenth Team couldn't stand it!"

"Report! Lord Gurzel is dead!"

"The Yuwei Legion has gone up!"

"The Senesi team has suffered too many casualties, and it is no longer able to fight!"

Hayela's hand trembled slightly: It has been three hours of fierce fighting! The battle line is like a bottomless black hole, devouring one team after another, countless elite soldiers and strong generals have disappeared, but the line of Focodil is still standing majestically. He couldn't understand it. What the hell is going on: the invincible warriors of Iraq have paid a huge price and sacrifice, and they have not even opened a gap! The other side agreed to fight fiercely for several hours, and the other side soldiers were not tired? How could they maintain such high fighting spirit and vigorous energy all the time? "Bastard!" he cursed softly, dusk, after hours of fierce fighting, the offensive of the Iraqi troops was stopped for the first time, and the Iraqi soldiers who were divided into two lines, one was blocked in Fokodil. They left layers upon layers of corpses on the front line. Although the commander was still constantly mobilizing troops to send fresh troops up, the soldiers' bodies and minds were already exhausted, and the land in front of them, which could be described as beautiful, was like a meat grinder at this moment. One after another lively teams were sent alive and turned into corpses,

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and the flesh was a blur of rotten and soft flesh under his feet, and the blood flowed into a small river.

The soldiers came up to the battlefield, came down to rest, and went back to the battlefield. It's just that the military order is ringing in the ears, and they have to move forward, and the Iranians, who have always been arrogant and domineering, have been beaten up, and from the initial swoop to the slow and little bit forward, only hoping that the sun will set early to end the offensive, or that other troops will enter the city quickly, and do not let it be their turn to climb the "meat grinder", and the momentum of scrambling to take the lead is no more.

The Istan offensive had begun to wane, and Andya was keenly aware of this, and he turned to whisper to the herald cavalry behind him, "You can begin!" "Please rest assured, my lord!" The herald cavalry looked solemn and replied briefly, Andya nodded, looked up at the sky, and unexpectedly remembered the old man who had been buried, introducing the Istan people into the hinterland of the empire, so that they could get carried away and deal a heavy blow in one fell swoop, completely solving the hidden dangers of the empire for twenty or thirty years, if it weren't for the people who saw the plan in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, a few people would have thought of it,

The sky began to darken, and the governor of the eastern part of the Empire of Iraq, Hayala, ordered the whole army to retreat, and the blood-red sunset on the horizon reflected the fiercely contested battlefield ahead, reflecting a bewitching light, to Hayala's surprise, Gangfei did not send someone to clean up the corpse, "Maybe there are too many dead!" Hayela thought like this, in this battle, his eastern army lost more than 30,000 people, and the Gangfei people on the opposite side were not having a good time, it was estimated that he was on a par with himself A breeze gently lifted the ribbon on his head, unexpectedly, he vaguely heard something, turned around, in the red glow, there was a black surging now, "Attention, cavalry!" A frightening voice came not far away, and the horse's hooves rumbled like thunder. The black pressure of the queue overflowed the entire plain like an avalanche, and it was impossible to see the end, it was the ironclad heavy cavalry of the saddle prancing horse, like a torrent rushing towards his flank, "Bastard!: Hayela shuddered, so many ironclad heavy cavalry, there is only one person in Gangfei, that is the Emperor Gangfei, but it is a child who is only seven years old! , It seems to be a sharp turn, just when he is confused, the three teams located in the direction of the impact of the ironclad cavalry, because of the closest, have begun to be confused, they are the most able to feel the terrifying momentum of the oncoming team, the ironclad cavalry roared, showing a terrible battle spirit like a lion and a tiger,

The earth trembled violently under its feet, and it was unsteady on its feet, and the horses' hooves rumbled in their ears.

"Kill!' shouted loudly,

The neat column of ironclad cavalry was as heavy as a towering mountain, but it quickly pressed into the troops of the Iraqi people, and the Iraqi soldiers in the front row were swept away by the huge impact force before they could even shout the first exclamation, and then fell under the iron hooves of the back row.

2nd row, 3rd row...... The soulless people of Istanbul were swept down by an unstoppable torrent of steel one after another, as if they were made of paper paste!

"Kill!" the roar of the non-cavalry drowned out the screams of men and horses falling to the ground, the sonorous clashing of weapons, and in their terrifying attack, the flanks of the governor of Hayala could not resist for even a moment, and were instantly overwhelmed by this torrent of black ironclad armor, (to be continued......