The rain hit the blood-stained city wall, like the heavens were crying, this was the life and death battle of the Slavs, the bright red blood stained the gray and white stone walls, one by one teams were pushed up the city walls, for this battle, the Slavs mobilized 70,000 troops,

Despite their numerical superiority, the Slavic soldiers did not suppress the offensive of the Gallic army,

On the walls of the city full of corpses, inspired by the huge treasures, the Gallic army of Figueros burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, and more than 10,000 Gauls who rushed to the city walls actually fought a stalemate with the Slavs in the city. Two hours after the fierce battle broke out, Figueros gave the order to attack the death battalion,

This is a group of terrible warriors, heavy armor is not afraid of bows and arrows, eyes are as cold as ice, they are steadily advancing in the rain like arrows, without fear, without wavering, "Forward!

Seeing the death battalion dispatched, the Gallic generals who were fighting fiercely looked happy, and at the same time drew their long swords, and did not hesitate to give the order for the whole army to attack, for the soldiers of the death battalion, the Gallic generals were not afraid that they would snatch the credit, and the death battalion was called the "living dead battalion" by other troops, these soldiers in blood-colored robes of the death battalion all participated in the battle with a certain heart of death, even if they were victorious, they chose more of the right to execute the prisoners, rather than the power of the rich areas of the city.

As the fist unit of the Figueros Army, the death battalion often becomes the most attractive firepower on the battlefield as soon as it appears, "Attention, the death battalion is coming!"

Sure enough, the rumored death camp made the Slavic troops on the walls of Nagurd panic, looking at the unscathed death camp below in the cluster of arrows, the archer troops first began to stir, they struggled to pull the bowstring, and shot the arrow cluster with all their might.

As a result, the archers' eyes were about to bulge, and the arrows they saw were bounced away in vain on the soldiers of the death battalion, and countless arrows were plunged into the ground, and the white tails of the arrows were like a white flower shaking in the morning breeze,

"Forward! Gaul will win!"

The Gallic death camp held its shield to protect the throat that was most likely to be pierced, completely ignoring the cluster of arrows above its head, and slowly approached the gate of Naguld, because it was wearing heavy armor and was not fast. But every step was a pressure on the Slavs on the city walls,

In the middle of the death battalion, more than a dozen soldiers of the death battalion worked hard to push a huge siege hammer covered with fireproof leather, the siege hammer was three meters high, and a huge elm with a length of more than ten meters hung in the middle, and the front end of the elm was iron-clad metal.

The wood underneath lay on uneven ground, creaking as it moved, like a gigantic beast that was greedy. Firmly stepped on the suspension bridge outside the city gate, and the bridge deck made an overwhelming creak,

"Rocket, burn it with a rocket!"

The Slavs on the city walls came to their senses at this moment. The shooters frantically wrapped strips of oiled cloth around the arrows, let their companions light them with torches, and then leaned half of their bodies out of the battlements regardless of the danger, and countless rockets descended. Shoot down like a meteor,

"Papapa" arrows rained down, and the tight fireproof animal skin bounced off all the rockets that were shot

"Bastard, how can this be fought?" said one of the Slavic archers captain on the city wall angrily, throwing his curved bow to the ground. The faces of the other shooters were full of frustration, and the huge siege thump was like a huge turtle, which completely left the Slavic shooters at a loss,

In full view of everyone, the huge battering ram finally stopped at the city gate, and the huge battering ram began to swing back and forth

"Crash it off!"

The four tall and sturdy soldiers of the death battalion glanced at each other, and the four of them struggled to pull the iron-clad crossbar in the middle to a high point, and then with the inertia of falling, with the force of pressure, they slammed the heavy metal hammer on the gate of Naguld

The walls of the city were trembling, and a huge sound resounded through the battlefield, also shaking the hearts of the soldiers on both sides, attracting everyone's attention

"City ...... City gates!"

The faces of the Slavs suddenly became ugly, and everyone saw it, but with a single blow, the outer iron sheet of the city gate was reduced to pieces under the heavy impact, revealing the cracked city gate inside, the city of Nagur, a prestigious city in northern Gaul,

It has been more than 1,300 years since the city was founded, and after years of invasion and war, the most recent repair was 210 years ago, which has already made the gate of Naguld City very fragile, and the Slavs did not expect that the Gallic army would arrogantly want to directly break through the city gate, "I am stupid, I have fought so many times, and I still have no growth at all!"

Eyes swept over the Slavs who were in chaos on the city wall, Figueros's gaze finally fell on the city gate, and suddenly grinned confidently, the troops pressed in front were just cover, these Gallic people who had a blood feud with the Slavs were the blade troops of the Figueros army, every time the city was attacked, it must be the army that comprehensively pressed to contain the enemy, and then used the sharp knife of the death camp to tear open the position of the city gate that the enemy most expected,

This tactic, the cooperation of the various units of the Figueros army has been very skilled, everyone knows it, with the city gate as a breakthrough, has used this method to conquer many cities, every time, the Slavs are caught off guard, for the location of the city gate, the Slavs do not seem to pay attention to the tradition

Seeing that the death camp had reached the city gate, the eyes of all the Gallic soldiers suddenly lit up, and they knew that the scale of victory had fallen to their side, and as long as the city gate could be opened, no one would be able to stop the group of madmen in the death camp

"Fully pressed, rush!"

There was almost no need to mobilize, all the Gallic soldiers consciously began to desperately move forward, and suddenly burst out with a fierce fighting spirit, Nagurd's city wall was like an ant crawling with candy, black pressed a piece, the Gallic soldiers were against countless clusters of arrows shot from their heads, risking death to climb the city wall, rolling up a bloody rain, like a wriggling huge line of attack, slapping on the wall held by the Slavs,

"Kill!"

The spears collided in a dense cipe of metal, making a piercing sound of metal, blood splattered everywhere, and the spearmen on both sides fell in rows in the stabbing pair, and all kinds of sweeping heavy weapons fell into each other's heads. The brains exploded mixed with blood, the skull fragments flew sideways, the whole head was gone, smashed on the body, even if the armor was smashed, the blood flowed out of the gaps in the armor like a tomato, it was the reflection of one piece of metal after another, and the dense swords flashed with a dazzling light on the dense engagement line. "Steady!, we have no way out!"

The Slavic infantry captains shouted at the soldiers behind them, driving them back into battle. The battle lines are fighting fiercely, and the commanders of both sides are constantly sending troops to the center of the fierce battle, which is a desperate battle between the two ethnic groups.

The blood rolled into a river in vain, and the corpses piled up on the city walls

On the wall of Nagurd, the middle-aged Slavic general who stood next to Elder Fern at the beginning had a blue face, but he didn't expect the fighting power of the Figueros army in front of him to be so strong. "It's a pity, if it was a field battle, I might have been defeated, but this is not a wilderness. I'm not one of those incompetent people before!" The middle-aged general muttered in a low voice, his grim face swept his gaze over the Gallic death battalion that slammed the city gate below, "As long as it is in a stalemate, it will send the death battalion to break through the city gate and break the situation! It is as the information sent back by the Falcon Empire! As a combat party, he has never noticed it." It's speechless!"

The middle-aged general looked at the stalemate of the battle, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth,

His name was Monwack. is a general among the Slavs who is good at defense, and has the title of master of defense,

The entire Nagurd defense line was personally arranged by him, and since he is known as a defense master, he naturally has a unique accomplishment in the defense line.

But this time, the Slavic high-level decided to ally with the Falcon Empire, as a measure to alleviate the pressure of the Slavs, the Falcon Empire provided part of the information and combat methods of the Gallic army, including how to deal with Figueros, who made all the Slavs hate to the bone, according to the intelligence and battle plan provided by the Falcon Empire, in order to lure the most ferocious prey in the Gallic army, even at the expense of four Acropolis and 4,000 Acropolis defenders, in order to drag other approaching troops to death,

After deliberately releasing the water, the Figueros army was the first to arrive, without even suspicion, with a high fighting spirit, and an arrogant attitude, almost without resting and building equipment, they directly launched a large-scale siege war,

"The stalemate melee quickly made the commander of the Gallic side start to be impetuous, and the tactical arrangement of the other party is really consistent with the conjecture of the Falcon Empire." Monwak was a little worried, not only because the Falcon Empire's battle plan could be so accurate, but also because it meant that there was a huge difference between the two sides in the report, the so-called combat habits, in fact, this is not a secret, but the Slavs' intelligence network for the Gallic army, most of them are concerned about the other party's troop movements, but they rarely have the combat habits of studying the stacking ground

The Falcon Empire can grasp it so clearly, which just proves that the intelligence network of the entire powerful empire that is fighting in western Gaul has also been paying close attention to the battle in the north, please point out that the siege habits of the Figueros army several times are like this, so when targeting Nagurd, these habits can also be used to arrange counterattacks, first of all, to press with all their strength to form pressure, and then to send lightly armed troops to raid the city gates, if they fail, they will send death battalions to forcibly open the city gates, and then pour into the city with infantry clusters,

According to the Falcon Empire, "This newly rising famous general on the Gallic side seems to have an almost obsessive-compulsive disorder for the city gates! If you are not born with inferiority complex in character and want to show yourself, or you have suffered a heavy blow psychologically, so you always want to be able to show your own combat style that is different from ordinary people, which is a character defect! Now that you know the temperament of your prey, it becomes easy to set traps!"

In the battle plan provided by the Falcon Empire, it is mentioned that "Figueros's habit is to invest troops like the death battalion in the middle of the battle when the enemy feels great pressure, and decide the entire battle situation in one fell swoop."

After examining the wolf hunting plan provided by the Falcon Empire, although Monwak was not very convinced, he still arranged the most elite 3,000 Northland infantry that could be mobilized at the gate of Naguld. Sure enough, he intercepted the assault force of the Figueros Army in one fell swoop, and now, it was time for the Figueros Army to counterattack

"City Gate! Sure enough, it's really a city gate!" Monwak looked at the siege thrash that hit the city gate heavily, and the death battalion behind him, he retracted his gaze, and it was still difficult to hide the shock in his mind, the person who designated this plan was simply like being on the battlefield in person, such a person was terrible!

He tilted his head and ordered his subordinates behind him, "Prepare for battle!"

The herald ran to the city gate. Hearing the battle order, the three thousand Slavic Northland warriors lined up behind the city gate quickly stood up, and they neatly held the Northland battle axes in their hands flat on their chests, at this time, they could already hear the sound of impact coming from outside the huge city gate, as if outside the city gate, there was a bloodthirsty huge beast roaring,

The Northland warrior's breathing began to rapid, and his red eyes were congested. Everyone's eyes were focused on the crumbling city gate, and the tragic city roads that had previously fought with the light infantry had been cleared, and everyone knew it well. At the moment when the gates were breached, the death battalion of the Figueros army would rush into the last line of defense of the Slavs, and this time, only the death battalion on which Figueros relied the most would be killed. in order to severely damage the morale of the Figueros army,

"Boom"

The heavy siege cone slammed into the gates again, making a deafening sound. The fixed iron bar behind the city gate was overwhelmed by the back-and-forth impact and bent into a convex arc, which looked like it could break at any time.

When the seventeenth impact hit the city gate of Naguld, the huge city gate was finally broken like a fragile piece of paper, and the iron bar behind the door that flew out with a whistling circle, slammed into the side gate walkway, dragging out a long scratch, "popping" countless lime debris from the scratch, scattered like snowflakes,

"Rush in!"

Accompanied by a shout that resounded through the battlefield. Like an avalanche across a mountain, almost instantly, countless Gallic heavy infantry, like a huge rolling dragon, forced its way into the crack of the gate, and the first thing they saw was the axe blade that fell like snow on their faces, "Kill!"

The soldiers of the Northland who were waiting behind the gate made a deafening shout, and the cold light of the battle axe was like a meteor flashing in the night sky under the illumination of the sun, hitting the body of the death battalion soldiers at the city gate, "pop" was like a terrible storm released in an instant, and the soldiers of the death battalion in the front row, before they could react, they were chopped into pieces by countless random axes, almost at the same time, the entire city road was full of the click of broken spears and broken guns, and the terrible sound was like hell when it came to the ears,

Behind the narrow city road, the corpses of the soldiers of the death battalion who broke into the city gate were all over the ground, and the powerful and heavy battle axes happened to be the nemesis of the hoplites, and no matter how thick the armor was, it could not stop the Northland infantry from wielding a heavy axe like a landslide cracking and slashing, "pop" Even if they were wearing heavy armor, the soldiers of the death battalion were still being violently chopped down by the battle axes that were inevitably slashed out, and the tragic metal collision sound collided with the people behind, and at that moment, the Gallic death battalion soldiers behind were squeezed away like a ball that was knocked apart," Rush in and crush them! Some of the officers of the death battalion shouted with all their strength in the fierce wind, and the soldiers in front were a little stunned, but now they can only use this kind of slogan to encourage morale, "Bastard, there is an ambush!" There are also some soldiers who realize that something is wrong, but they have already put their own people in the front, and they can't get in or retreat, and the people caught in the middle shout angrily, "Bastard, fool" Mixed with the splattering of blood, the sound also stopped abruptly, and the bright tomahawk made the red human blood of the soldiers of the death camp splatter like paper paste, and fell down at the city gate

"Hooray, break through the city gates!"

The other Gallic troops did not know the terrible situation of the death camp, but instead let out a sea of cheers, and the troops who were attacking the city walls rushed towards the city gate, only to find that the death camp had been completely defeated.

"Bastard, what the hell is going on!"

A Gallic general led the personal guard, just crashed into the Northland heavy infantry had killed the red tomahawk, he was stunned to see the Northland infantry rushing in front of him, people turned on their backs and became the ghosts under the tomahawk, the formation of the morale of the Northland infantry was like an unstoppable arrow cluster, from the city gate into the Gallic army outside the city,

The fierce collision of steel, the sound of slashing, the screams and wails, the screams of the dead, the creepy screams of the wounded,

Like a nail slamming into the soft flesh, the huge impact of the Northland warriors immediately ploughed a bloody path in the surrounding Gallic army, breaking the already uneven Gallic army in an instant.

The Gauls screamed, the horses flipped on their backs, and the chaos stirred up by the horses in the crowd spread like the blossoming of a bowling ball that had been smashed.

"Forward, punch them through!"

Combat skills and strategies are completely unimportant at this moment, only the fearlessness and blood courage of the warriors, and only the continuous forward, can the advantages of the Northland infantry tomahawk be maximized, and the powerful chopping and slashing will never stop moving forward, forward! (To be continued......