Wearing the stars and the moon, 15,000 people traveled day and night. The flag of the Royal Forbidden Army was unimpeded. In order to hurry, the officers at or above the regimental level who could have been able to ride in a car were all horses this time.

On the evening of the fifth day, the 3rd Division of the Royal Forbidden Army finally arrived at the small town of Huali, which was less than 250 miles from Gelben. After inquiring about the government office in the local town, he finally learned that the city of Istanbul had fallen seven days ago, and the city lord Machaliqi led the officials in the city to surrender en masse.

Gerburn, who had been surrounded three days ago, was now in a state of flux, and now the city did not know whether it was still there, and Kubri was so shocked when he received the news that he did not have time to ask the officials of the town to arrange food and drink, and immediately announced that the whole army would be ready to move immediately.

Fifteen thousand cavalry roared by, the earth was cloudy, and the heart of each soldier was extremely heavy, because no one knew how many armies they were about to face.

David Mo was surrounded by the two deputy commanders of the Eighth Regiment, named Tielebi and Moknash, Tielebi Silver Ninth Rank Cultivation, and Moknash Silver Eighth Rank.

Tielebi was rugged and eight feet tall, and he looked like a tiger and a leopard. Moknash was mediocre, but his eyes were extremely sharp, and he was seven feet tall, making him look like an ordinary villager.

The army only admires the strong, and David Mo once single-handedly challenged five silver fifth-level powerhouses with swords in the school camp with his bare hands, leaving a strong impression in the hearts of everyone in one fell swoop, and establishing his supreme status as a gold-level powerhouse.

Timlebi did not have the slightest scruple when he spoke, and while riding his horse and whipping, he roared at David Mo beside him: "My lord! What if the city of Gerben cannot be defended!

The flying sand around him roared, and Moknash frowned slightly, and scolded: "Tielebi! disturb the morale of the army! Don't you kid want to live!"

Tie Lebi laughed and said, "We are all iron-beaten men! You won't frown when you roll over the knife mountain, what are these words!" He had a rough appearance, and his smile was breathtaking, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells, but he also showed three points of courage.

Seeing the two of them arguing, David Mo rode his horse and said, "If Gelben is lost, we will take it back!" The warriors of the Romans are strong, but the soldiers of our Holy Empire are the eagles under the sky!"

Tielebi snorted twice and laughed loudly: "Your Excellency's words sound exciting, our soldiers of the Holy Empire are the real men!" After speaking, he quickly whipped his horse and followed closely after David Mo's mount.

Moknash smiled and shook his head, he knew Tielebi too well, this person was a big old man who was a little lacking in heart, but his heart was not bad, and he had worked with him for many years, but there was a lot less intrigue and more happy life.

Located in the northeast of the city of Istanbul, the city of Gelben is the main route to the entire Holy Empire, and the city of Istanbul is located at the key point, which is the throat of the entire Holy Empire's defense system, like a nail stuck in the flesh of the Roman Empire.

Now that Machaliqi surrendered the city, it was a major blow to the Holy Empire. However, due to financial pressure, the empire was unwilling to send a large army to recover the city of Istanbul, and the military aircraft department only gave them the order to hold the city of Gelben.

Located in the southwest corner of the Holy Spirit Empire, the city of Gleburn is the capital of the province of Lakota, and there are about 400,000 troops deployed around it, but all of them are ordinary human warriors who have not cultivated.

Therefore, the imperial court had little hope for the feasibility of them being able to hold on. Of the twelve divisions in the imperial capital, being able to dispatch one division has already shown an attitude of importance.

The Third Division was not an elite division, and ordinary soldiers were only at the rank of probationary, but for the Roman Empire, everyone was not too afraid.

Because the Roman Empire also lacked strong men with high cultivation, their establishment was almost the same as that of the Holy Empire. It was simply impossible for the Roman Empire to send too many central legions, so the strength of one division should be able to stop them.

Outside the city of Gerben, the flames soared into the sky, all kinds of magic and fighting spirit were intertwined, and huge fireballs rose into the air, and the battle had entered the white-hot point.

The province of Lakota had a total garrison of 400,000 troops, and the battle of Istanbul consumed nearly 100,000 men, and after the surrender of Machaliqi, the remaining 300,000 troops retreated to the city of Gelben. After the Romans surrounded Gerborn, they had launched an attack for three days in a row.

The Roman Empire dispatched an army of nearly 300,000 men, including the elite troops of the two central divisions. The border guards, ordinary people who did not have any cultivation, confronted them, and they were almost crushed at the touch of a button.

Defending the city became their last hope, and the city lord Pegul was looking forward to the support of the imperial court day and night, and this level of aggression could only be resisted by the cultivator armies of the Royal Forbidden Army.

Rows of huge bed crossbows were fired, magically blessed crossbow arrows had been used up as early as the first day, huge siege engines crashed into the city gates day and night, and countless ladders were erected on the city's head.

There is no way for the city of Gelben, and the lord of the city, Bergul, vows to live and die with the city, and can only continue to block it with the flesh and blood of the soldiers.

They are also anxious about the army of the Roman Empire, they are also worried about the royal forbidden army of the Holy Empire, so they will do their best to attack Gelben at any cost, as long as they occupy Gelben, then it is equivalent to occupying the initiative in the war.

At this time, the most tormented should be Machalici, who originally had 50,000 private troops under his command, but now after surrendering, all of them were confiscated into the Roman army.

The current emperor of the Roman Empire is also an ambitious monarch - Philip XXIII. Rome has been entangled with the Holy Empire for thousands of years, and Philip was originally the royal family of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

In the eyes of the Roman Empire, Yale was a traitor, and the Philip royal family was still angry about Yale's rebellion and separatism.

The generals of the Roman Empire were led by two people, the Marquis of the 1st rank Sariev and the 3rd Duke Bukrich. led 150,000 troops and a central division.

Sariyev sat in the tent, and a middle-aged man kneeling under the stage, his face was a little pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

I saw that the man choked up a little and said: "Lord Marquis! I can't stand it! The minister's 50,000 troops are now not three out of ten, and there are less than 15,000 left! Please let them retreat first, rest and recuperate, and then wait for your lordship's dispatch!"

With a smile on his face, Sariev stood up and walked around the table, helped him up with his own hands, and said kindly: "Lord Macha, what are you doing here, this is all to end the war as soon as possible." ”

Machaliqi wiped his tears and said with some grievances: "But my lord, the soldiers in the hands of the junior minister are all soldiers from his hometown, and with such a big death or injury, I am afraid that I will not be able to explain to the father and elder of Istanbul City at that time!"

Sariev's eyes flashed with a cold light, but it was fleeting, he pulled Machaliqi to sit down, and said to him cordially: "Machaliqi, the old man can't bear to make you so embarrassed! But the troops in my hands are really not enough now, it is better to do this, when the war is over, I will give you two more divisions to recruit and build!"

Machaliqi secretly complained in his heart, this old thief was determined to let all his private troops be cannon fodder, and immediately his face was a little embarrassed: "Lord Marquis! You can leave some fire for the little one, and I can explain it to my hometown father!"

Sariev grimaced slightly, and scolded softly: "Machaliqi, now that the national crisis is at hand, it is a critical moment, and the great work of recovering Gelben is in front of you, how can you easily retreat!"

Seeing that Machaliqi was about to speak out, he snorted coldly: "If you still have to grind, don't blame the old man's ruthless military law!"

He couldn't help but sneer secretly in his heart: You Machaliqi have now become a traitor, if you dare to disobey orders, you will have to hand you over to the Holy Empire after the war, which can be regarded as a bargaining condition!

Machaliqi's mouth was slightly bitter, when he saw that the battle was too tragic, he did not resist the pressure and chose to surrender the city. Now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and there is no way back. So when he saw Sariev getting angry, he didn't dare to say anything more at the moment.

He couldn't help but think in his heart: Now I don't know which country this country is, but I don't like it twice......

After he had left, Bukritsch came to the camp of Saryev, and when he saw Machalich leaving dejectedly, he only gave a slight look, and he had always looked down on such a villain at both ends of the rat.

After entering the camp, he smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Sariev, Gelben is almost unbearable now, and the northern city is about to be broken, but I don't know when your gate will be opened." ”

When Sariev saw him, his eyes flickered slightly, but after a while, he smiled and said, "My main gate is almost there, and it is estimated that it will be within an hour or two." ”

When Bucrich heard his words, he immediately smiled and said, "If that's the best, I'm here to discuss with you about the matter after entering the city, and I suggest leaving an army to guard outside to prevent reinforcements from the Holy Empire." ”

Sariev didn't care about continuing to make his wishful thinking, nodded and said: "After entering the city, you and I will each leave a unit outside the city to prevent the enemy from suddenly sneaking in." ”

Speaking of this, he walked out of the tent with Bukrich, looking at the tall and majestic Gelben who was about to crumble the city gate, a trace of emotion appeared in his eyes, and he said with a slight amazement: "This Gelben has been out of the arms of the empire for nearly three hundred years, and it is time to return to the embrace of the motherland." ”

He devoted his life to the Roman Empire and was the most faithful servant of the royal family of Philip, and now he saw the reconquest of his lost homeland, and his heart was inevitably touched.

Brookridge nodded, and said goodbye to him and went back to his town, his eyes flashing with joy as he turned, and although he was equally happy to be able to recover his lost ground, he was more thinking of the post-war reward.

However, Sariev was cautious all his life, and then he calmed down and gave the order: "Put the scouts around you fifty miles away!

At this time, the 3rd Division of the Royal Regiment was less than fifty miles away from the city of Gerben!