In the darkness of the night, heavy horses' hooves step into the shallow waters of the upper Seine, making a white splash

A scout cavalry galloped from a distance, reined in his horse in front of the fat man, and reported loudly, "Your Majesty, the Northwest Legion has sent back the news, and is returning along the river according to the order, and has passed 20 miles away halfway Aheqiu, but there is a large army of Gauls following behind, and the enemy's cavalry is chasing very closely, and has launched three attacks, and has been repulsed by the Northwest Legion. I don't need him to defend myself, I want him to do his best to hold off the enemy, to drag them into the flat ground near the river, and the pontoon ships will meet him!" the fat man waved his hand to the herald cavalry, and looked at the pale blue outline of the plain in the dark night,

The fat man wearing a black demon king armor stopped his war horse next to the pontoon bridge, and on the three huge pontoon bridges made of battleships, countless black cavalry were rapidly passing guò, the horses' hooves were rumbling, and the battle flags were raining, there were no stars in the sky tonight, but in the area of the upper Seine, there were two heavy groups moving at the same time, if you could look down from the sky overhead, you would find two huge firelight stars, which were like two long red lines, and the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter

The black cavalry discharged an array of thousands of meters, and the metal forged armor flashed in the darkness of the night, like a murderous aura between the two armies that were about to meet, and the white rain seemed to be endless, and on the distant horizon, there was a muffled thunder and low roar. "Your Majesty, it's the Northwest Army!"

Next to him, a general of the Central Army stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance, looking at it from a high position, and sure enough, at the position of the river in the distance, the fire was shining. A large group of Northwest Army soldiers was approaching the river, and in less than ten minutes, less than 5 miles behind the Northwest Army, large areas of fire began to emerge,

"Your Majesty, it's the Gallic army!"

This time, even the general's voice was a little nervous, and the Gauls, as expected, took a bite of the Northwest Army, which was under-manned, but almost blew up their own chrysanthemums. The Northwest Army, which was all light infantry, also took advantage of the advantage in speed, and dragged several times the Gallic army into the flat land near the river under the close encirclement of the Gaul army, and on their flank, there was a 50,000 heavy army cluster of the Central Army and the Eastern Court cavalry led by the fat man himself, the sky was overcast, and black clouds covered the sky.

"It's coming so fast!"

The fat man is on his back to the sky. A large drop of cold rain hit his face, and it was cool. He looked at his subordinates, and behind him, thirteen thousand guards cavalry were scattered in a neat quadrangle. There was no end in sight to the neatly arranged armor and spears, and the rain soaked the cavalrymen's helmets, entered through the gaps in the cavalrymen's masks, and flowed down the cavalrymen's buckle armor. No one said anything. There was only the sound of the rain splashing on the iron pieces of the armor, and the "poof" war horse moved its front hooves restlessly,

On the left flank were 30,000 Dongting cavalry led by the Dongting general Wu Mu. Discharged is the most famous Fengyao array of the Eastern Court cavalry,

The name of Fengyao comes from the shape of the scimitar, the favorite weapon of the steppe people, and the same is true of the entire column, with the unit of 1,000 people, the front and back of the thirty steppe cavalry 1,000 people are superimposed, and the staggered cutting half-moon array, such as a full moon scimitar raised high, the edge is cold,

The speed of the impact of the steppe cavalry is known for its swiftness, such as the scimitar splitting down in a strange arc, the layers of cavalry, the huge waves are like mountains pressing on the head, as long as the infantry team tears a hole, the half-arc impact of the layer will turn this hole into a breach on the huge embankment,

The scimitar cuts in, like a raging momentum,

The cavalry that rushed into the interior formed a large area of killing like a wirling dragon, trampling on the enemy, breaking up the rear of the array, and then shaking to the entire line, directly causing the collapse of the opposing soldier's cluster! It's just that the discipline of the steppe cavalry has always been bad, and there are always problems in coordination between various ethnic groups.

Therefore, the Fengyao array is often only about 10,000 people, such as the Fengyao array that is unified and arranged on the basis of 30,000 cavalry this time, it is the first time for the grassland people, even the fat man saw such an array, and he felt a little stunned in his heart, and it was indeed worthy of the killing array of the grassland people!

The two cavalry groups quietly looked at the river below in the distance, under the black iron helmets, the imperial cavalry was full of killing desire and slightly gloomy eyes, the rain was still dripping down, and the war horses were kicking the ground restlessly,

Everyone felt the murderous aura that came out of the silence, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously,

Under the eyes of everyone, the Northwest Army below has stopped moving, to be precise, it is a dozen Falcon warships with their backs to form a pontoon bridge to form a defensive line, and the Northwest Army archers in a queue have opened the compound hunting bows in their hands, and behind them, the side baffles of more than a dozen imperial warships have been lifted from the inside to the outside like fish scales, revealing the entire row of black muzzles inside, and the light infantry in front of them put out a gun array, and the Northwest Army of 50,000 people is like a hedgehog that has been blown up, and it has become difficult to enter in an instant,

Countless spears and shields form a tilting quadrilateral, in the middle are the two small phalanxes of 20,000 imperial crossbowmen and archers, under the gloomy sky, the pursuit of the Gauls also stopped, the first to approach the Gallic army is Tielan's blue holy beast cavalry, these light cavalry wearing blue robes, like a wild wolf that smells the smell of blood, circling back and forth outside the range, trying to lean over several times, before getting close, ten thousand arrows were fired, and many people were shot by the crossbow shooters inside the array,

"Report to the army! We have defended the color and caught up with the enemy, which is enough to be the first achievement of this battle! This hard bone is handed over to Hasenlambo to gnaw, and we will monitor it on the spot!" The wolf bèi walked around, Tie Lan, the leader of the blue holy beast cavalry, reined in the war horse, and waved his hand to his subordinates with an ugly face, the blue cavalry stopped the war horse under the crotch, and looked coldly at the northwest army on the opposite side, although Tie Lan was ruthless, he was a famous aristocratic military general in Kyoto, and quickly judged the shape shì,

His cavalry was only 5,000 men, while the Falcon army on the opposite side definitely numbered more than 30,000 people, and he originally wanted to take advantage of the darkness to deal a fatal blow to the enemy on the flat terrain where the enemy was retreating, create a rout, and then cover up the killing. But he didn't expect the other party to be so calm, not only to flee quickly, but also to be able to quickly form a strong defense, backed by the support of the battleships of the river, and put on a posture of not retreating, it is definitely the elite of the battle-hardened formation, which is not something that his five thousand cavalry can eat!

"Your Excellency, Lord Tielan's Blue Sacred Beast Cavalry Regiment has bitten the fleeing Falcon Army at the river! Pursuing the Gauls along the way began to turn,

"Is it a good thing, come on, and immediately order all the troops to encircle the river! I will annihilate this rushing Falcon rout! Let these arrogant fellows know that my Gallic soldiers are not vegetarians!"

A muffled thunder rolled through the sky, enveloping the heavens and the earth in a desolation of the earth, and the earth below. The army is gathered,

The falcon banner and the military flag of the Gauls opposite, both blew in the rain at the same time. The distance between the two armies had been shortened by a thousand meters, and the water in the nearby river was tumbling and gurgling, like a war drum about to beat.

Hasenrampo stopped his horse at the front of the queue and looked at the Falcon army in front of him with blazing eyes, although the number of Falcon troops in front of him was a little surprised by the report. However, in the face of the army of nearly 100,000 people on our side, it is still at an absolute disadvantage, even if it is backed by warships, what can it do? In the face of such a large army advance, even if the entire fleet is driven away, it is useless.

On the contrary, the other party hastily fled for the night, and now it is blocked by the river and cannot evacuate, presumably at this moment, the morale of the soldiers of the Falcon Army on the opposite side has fallen to the extreme, and only one blow is needed to crush the enemy!

The elite of the Falcon Army, which swallowed 30,000 people in one bite, this is definitely the most glorious victory since the war between Gaul and the Falcon Empire, and now Gaul needs such a big victory too much, and the somewhat excited Hasenrampo raised the command sword in his hand, the sword body was snow-white, shining in the sky, and ordered loudly "The whole army presses up, avenge the defenders of that color, and kill them without leaving one" "Forward!"

The Gallic army advanced on all fronts, like a tsunami landslide, and a large number of Gallic troops began to press up quickly, and the sound of the horn sounded wildly in the night, and the sky illuminated by the firelight, like a flash of electric light in the sky, reflected the blue armor of the Gauls all over the mountains, full of hideous and bloody pressure

The Gallic army that appeared from the distant horizon was like a rumored demon army that could not be counted, black and oppressive, densely packed with human heads clustered together, war horses neighing, slowly advancing from both sides of the cluster, more and more people, overwhelming,

The Gauls are unique to the various squadron battle flags spread all over the land, the huge momentum is really a bit impressive, the battle flags are like clouds, the killing intent is soaring to the sky, the infantry and horses are mixed together, the armor flashes all over the mountains cover a large area, and the huge slope composed of nearly 100,000 people,

In this silent night, it is like the grandeur of the morning sun about to rise on the horizon, which makes people feel that the army is majestic

"Shooting"

At five hundred meters, the battleships in the river were the first to start firing, boom, thunder intensively remembered, rows of Thor shells smashed towards the Gauls in a flash of fire, "boom" fire, a burst of explosions like a storm, almost enveloping the Gallic army that rushed to the front,

The crowded crowd of Gauls was like encountering a circle of spinning tops, the body of the blow was incomplete, the place of the explosion was like a burst of digging up, the flesh and limbs were scattered in the air, and the blood spurted out from the bursting light like a crushed tomato, like a brilliant flame petal splattered in all directions.

The mountain wind blew, a pungent smell of sulfur came to his face, and the fat man's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the fierce battlefield rumbling below,

Looking down from a high place, the lethality of the battleship's volley to the Gauls was not so eye-catching, and the constantly flashing light clusters exploded like small mushrooms growing in the forest among the Gauls who came from the entire area, causing about a thousand casualties.

Such a blow is really insignificant to the Gallic army of 100,000 people, but the silent reloading time after the shot is like beating chicken blood to the Gauls who crossed the range line, and everyone who is forced to run hard "Kill!"

The Gauls infantry first concentrated on the shallows on the outskirts of the river, which were directly facing the bow of the battleship, which could effectively avoid the Thor strike from the side of the battleship.

The Gaul Empire and the Falcon Empire have fought more than ten times, and they have long hated the God of Thunder of the Falcon Empire to the core, even ordinary soldiers know that in the face of the bombardment of the God of Thunder of the Falcon Empire, don't panic, let alone run around, it will only make you die faster and more miserable, as long as you quickly disperse, or the whole person lies on the ground. You can effectively avoid the iron sheet and explosion shot from all sides, and after Thor's bombardment, there will be a period of silence.

The distance between the two armies was shortened to 300 meters,

"Prepare to shoot!" The archers of the Northwest Legion began to raise their powerful compound bows in their hands towards the sky in a row, and the arrows were like cold stars in the night sky.

With a loud shout of fire, thousands of arrows turned into a dense dark cloud. Quickly soaring through the air, he slashed through graceful arcs and shot at the Gauls who rushed in the direction of the river, blood splattering. Patches of scarlet rose, and clusters of arrows rained down on the shields of the Gallic infantry. There was a clanging sound, and the infantry fell in patches,

"Boom"

Rows of white smoke erupted from the sides of the battleship. Flashes of fire flickered, and fierce fireballs shot down at the Gauls in the distance, and the Northwest Legion rained down like arrows. At the same time, with a terrible roar that pierced the air, it fell all over the sky, and the artemisia grass on the other side of the river seemed to be shaken by the grace of the arrows tearing the sky, shaking back and forth, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The galic rush of the Gallics, already at a distance of a hundred meters from the North-Western Corps, "Ready for battle!"

The pikemen of the Northwest Legion began to quickly approach, row after row of spears, stacked on top of each other, the spears stretched out in a staggered manner, there were almost no gaps to follow, the soldiers of the Northwest Legion holding the iron spear handle in their hands looked cold and unwavering, as if a forest of spears suddenly appeared on the ground, and the tips of the spears flashed with a terrible light of metal"Ahh

The two armies finally collided together, like the swift impact of a wall of steel, thousands of long spears as neat as brushes, the tips of which all forwarded. Killing, in an instant, thousands of bodies fell down, thousands of blood splashed, and a thin layer of blood mist rose from the battle line of the two armies,

"Squeak"

The fierce spears collided together, and the Gallic soldiers who were in a state of semi-panic fell in pieces in front of the gun array, and the whole row turned over, and then a garrison regiment was routed head-on, but the Gauls who were rapidly approaching behind were still like a sea of tides, dense, and the battle line was like a thick stack of absorbent paper, each of which was ready to absorb the blood "Spearmen!"

Crollissat looked at the first row of the battle line with bloodshot eyes, with the continuous flow of Gallic troops, the first row of guns was already difficult to support, with his order, the 4,000 heavy horizontal spear troops in the center, holding the spears with horizontal blades, rushed to the most dense place of fighting, "Kill!" The five-meter-long horizontal spear, like a group of giants rushing in to kill, a foot-long horizontal blade as sharp as a branch, stabbed towards the Gauls on the opposite side

The falcon army's spearmen are specially selected from ordinary soldiers, tall and powerful, weighing 20 kilograms of five-meter horizontal spears in their thick hands, easily waving as if they are fiddling with toys, being pierced by such a special spear, or being hung up, that is a terrible blood hole, no matter how strong the soldier will be in pain out of the dying cry, often the strongest support in the military formation, is the soul of the entire gun array, "ah" The Gauls had never encountered the horizontal spears of the falcon army, and even if there were, those troops who had been taught were long gone, because the queue of the Gauls was too crowded, and it was almost completely possible to ignore the problem of missing hands, and the horizontal spear that was 2 meters longer than the spear directly set off a rain of blood in the ranks of the Gauls, "What is this?"

Before the countless Gallic soldiers could even react, they felt their eyes light up, and then they saw the heads of their colleagues explode like smashed watermelons, and the bright red blood mixed with the yellow and white brains splashed directly on the faces of their frightened companions, and they all shouted in panic In the face of this thunderous and ferocious impact, the blocking of flesh and blood is simply a joke, even the human wall composed of heavy infantry in heavy armor will be cut through one by one by this terrible weapon.

On the top of the hill, the fat man stood quietly on horseback, watching the fierce battle several miles below. Between the lines that divided the heavens and the earth, thousands of fires covered the entire plain next to the river, and the combat power of the Northwest Army showed his eyes, so that his eyes flickered, "Your Majesty, are we going to attack" A general of the Central Army behind him asked worriedly, "The momentum of the Gauls' impact is very strong!, the pressure of the Northwest Army is too great, if you don't attack, I'm afraid that the Northwest Army will not be able to bear it!"

"Don't worry, we have to have confidence in the combat strength of the Northwest Legion!" The fat man waved his hand solemnly, with a pair of black pupils, staring at the battlefield with the sound of killing in the distance, and said categorically, "Although there are many enemies, after all, they are only local garrisons, and the weapons and equipment are not strong, and the soldiers are also negligent in training, the Northwest Legion has 50,000 people, well-equipped, and backed by a fleet, so you don't have to be afraid of the pressure from the flanking attack,

If you can't even withstand such an impact, then the original Imperial First Army will be too disappointing, after a year away from the battlefield, the Northwest Army may have forgotten what blood tastes like.

This battle is a battle that stimulates the blood in the body, and what the empire needs is an imperial tiger that can eat people, not a pampered bobcat......!