There are dead people in front, dead people all the way, why keep moving forward, nine-year-old Mo Anglai doesn't know much about this, his nerves harden when he first sees blood when he crosses the river beach, his father and brother are fighting, as long as he thinks like this, even if the fear of death rises in his heart, there is no weakness on his face

The further ahead, the more dead people appeared, and the ranks that were maintained in the center like ant colonies began to stir, and they could no longer maintain the most basic queues, and the long migration queues were scattered, like the tail of a comet crossing the night sky became more and more scattered, and the Gallic army that hit the periphery began to no longer waste its forces on the all-round attack after suffering a heavy loss, but began to focus on attacking those who were scattered from the large army, just like the wolves that had smelled the blood, and began to focus on attacking those who were scattered from the large army, and the Slavic escort corps was powerless, and the large attrition of the escort corps made the escort circle continue to shrink, and the separation zone of fierce battles changed from the initial twenty li to fifteen li, ten li, and if it goes down, it will become five miles, and in the end it will be a massacre.

"My lord, it's time to go!"

Early in the morning, the raindrops fall,

A Slavic warrior in leather armor pushed open half of the door, and a man sat crouching inside, the sword on his lap reflected the rain, the edge of the blade shining slightly, and the gray wind howled. Through the stone walls and wooden doors beside the road, everyone clearly smelled blood, and felt the aura of death and destruction emanating from this man.

The commander of the fifth detachment of the Slavic Escort Regiment, Yadri, who did not see much expression on his face, stood up from the place where he had been sitting all night, made a noise of the armor on his body, and firmly picked up the cross helmet and put it on his head

"Assemble the order!" the hoarse voice was firm, and the tired hand patted the grass clippings on his body, and walked out of the room, the blood-stained iron armor emitting a dim light against the white rain curtain. Casting a shadow over the scenes he struggled to remember, yesterday he had lost two sons, one seventeen-year-old who had become proficient at wielding the northern heavy sword to cut through a stake, and the other twelve-year-old who had just been introduced to swordsmanship, both of whom were attached to his convoy to face the Gauls' swords. At the feet of the eldest son lay no less than three corpses,

Where they fell, their skin looked pale in the rain, but it couldn't hide their handsomeness, and the trembling blood red combined with the fair and soft skin was unbearable to witness. The eldest blonde son had just grown a few pale yellow beards on his chin. Beneath the beard was a red scar cut by the dagger. His long blonde hair was still wet, as if he had just taken a shower. Died so quietly. It's so peaceful, I guess I'm still asleep. His brown brother had fought for his life, his arms were full of sword wounds left by the block, and the red liquid was still slowly flowing from the wounds on his chest, lower abdomen, and back, as if many toothless mouths were spitting all over his body, but fortunately the night rain washed away the rest of the body. There was not a trace of life in the drenched cold body.

"My lord, it's the logistics officer!" someone suddenly said

"Hell, they're all kids, how can this be a war!" Yadri's gaze, who shouted that the troops were assembled, also frowned slightly, the regimental logistics officer brought a hundred new blood, all of them were children who had not yet reached the standard, Yadri wanted to refuse, but his mouth opened but he couldn't say anything, he thought of the two lost sons, what could he do if he refused? These children will also be supplemented to other squadrons, only if they go on alive, there is hope together, instead of dying silently, at least here, he can still hold on to them until the last moment

The rain was pouring down, and the howls of wolves could be heard in the distance. "From now on, you are warriors!" shouted the veteran, who had been blind in his right eye, as he threw a pile of blood-stained weapons into the muddy water at his feet, and shouted to the Slavic children who were standing in a row, trembling from the rain, the cruelty of war had left the people with no choice, and the nine-year-old Moanglaido was among them, he picked up the sword in the muddy water, but his eyes looked at the snow-covered peaks in the distance in the rain, and the damp woods were silent, as if the world was frozen at this moment,

The commander of the 14th Infantry Regiment of the Northern Legion of Gaul, Felaya, stood on his horse, his eyes shining at the vast wilderness in front of him, the rain was heavy, and beside him, a group of Gallic light cavalry wearing the coat of arms of the Gallic army was riding quickly, and the 14th Infantry Regiment was dancing in the wind and rain with gorgeous battle flags embroidered with golden tassels

"Report, the Slavs are coming!" a Gallic light cavalry galloped in, "order, the whole army presses, they must be blocked from going south!" Feraag gave an order with a cold face, according to intelligence, the Falcon Army's northward front is rapidly approaching here, in fact, the Falcon Army is not 150 miles away from the Slavic southward migration cluster, but seventy miles, as long as they pass through this low-lying area with dense forests, these Slavs may escape, at this moment, the Gallic army has no room left, they launch a full-scale attack like mercury,

In the muddy jungle under the pouring rain, people on both sides continued to splatter blood, scream, and fall to the ground. But no one on either side retreated, his arm was cut off with a knife and he took a sword in his hand, his shoulder was broken by a wooden club, he gritted his teeth and pounced as usual, and one of his legs was broken, and he rolled on the muddy ground and continued to swing his weapon to cut the enemy's legs, "Archers, go up and deal with them!" The archers of the Gallic Empire replied with a bang, and began to pull their bows and strings, and were about to step forward. With a roar of "Wow", hundreds of Slavs poured out of the dense forest, holding high javelins and wooden clubs, and fiercely surrounded and killed.

"Rush forward!" The Gallic soldiers of the brigade also struggled to charge, and everywhere there were lights and shadows wielding weapons, unable to advance an inch, one by one they were beaten to the point of flesh and blood, their brains bursting out, and the screams sounded intensively, and there were constantly figures splashing blood and falling. The Gauls' mercury-like offensive, like countless arrows hitting the defense line of the Slavic Escort Corps, hundreds of hundred-man team-level conflicts, stretching on this battlefield that is more than 20 miles long, such a huge battlefield, has long been out of the control of the commanders of both sides, whether it is the desperately resisting Slavic escort army, or the Gallic troops that continue to converge, both sides have lost their organization, like two fierce beasts that gnaw at each other, trying their best to bite each other, only hoping that the other party's blood can be shed and fall first,

On the ninth day of the southward migration of the Slavs, a large number of attrition led to the weakening of the Slavic Escort Army. More than half of the 80,000 men were lost in the battle, and more than 30,000 Slavic men fell on this road that did not seem to be a long time, and in desperation, the Slavic tribal alliance had to order all men over the age of eight to join the convoy, at this time, they were less than 150 miles away from the Falcon army, and the Gallic army that was chasing and intercepting exceeded 100,000 men, and the Slavs were struggling in this rain, and the Slavic convoy was exhausted. Still relying on the dense forests to hold back the Gauls, the tall northern infantry, whose weapons and armor could not be repaired, had long since turned into light infantry, their armor cut to pieces, and their weapons were curled up after days of fierce fighting and logistical embarrassment. This did not change their fierce style, and they bravely fought with the rudimentary javelins of the temporary city against the sharp swords of the Gallic infantry.

"For the glory of the Empire. We must fight to the death!" shouted the Gallic officers at an impromptu emergency meeting, and the latest news was that the 30,000 elite troops of the Falcon Army General Salons had been forced into a range of fifty miles, that is, the 100,000 Gallic troops that were chasing and intercepting the Slavs could face the enemy at any time.

"The block has failed, the other party is scarred, and our side is also exhausted, so stop when it's time to stop. It's a commander who should have a choice," someone said angrily

"Even if you want to leave, you have to kill a group of Slavs!"

All kinds of voices made the whole meeting like a farce, the Gallic army that had been temporarily gathered lacked a unified command, no one obeyed anyone, if it could be effectively commanded, if the famous general of the Northern Army, Yald, had not gone to Gallic Kyoto, this campaign to block the Slavs from going south might not be hopeless, but now, precious time was slipping away in their fierce arguments,

Salon's army was rapidly advancing northward, and he was late to the news of the Slavs' move south, but this did not prevent him from discerning anything from the sudden nervous build-up of the northern army in Gaul. While the Gallic forces were stalking the Slavs, Salon's legions were dealing a fatal blow to the Gallic legions that stood in front of them

In the fierce battle in northern Gaul, the wilderness was full of corpses of the belligerents, in the white rain curtain, the black infantry groups advanced towards the north like a sea of mountains, and the 30,000 Gallic troops blocking the opposite side collided heavily in the rain curtain, making a tragic metal collision sound, countless figures were trampled by the light of knives and horses' hooves, and the red rain gathered into large and small trickles, flowing down the cracked soil and mixed with scattered mud and sand into the cracks of the earth, killing" The two armies were staggered, their spears were broken, the shield walls were torn apart, and only the Gallic troops of the local army fell in a row at the moment of the confrontation, and the thin formation was like a log squeezed by a heavy hammer in front of the black-armored heavy infantry of the Falcon Army, and it broke under the attack of the strong multi-layered infantry. "Steady, don't mess up!" Some powerful Gallic troops supported the turbulent defensive line,

But their maintenance was only before the five thousand falcon cavalry charged, countless horses' hooves from the mire of the rain converged, tumbling human heads, gurgling in the muddy pool, the broken corpses piled up in large pieces, the falcon cavalry's hooves, just like this galloped up the blood-soaked earth, threw the red and black soil back into the air and slammed down, like a bird of prey from the rain curtain, first the earth shook, then a shocking muffled thunder, like a huge scythe swept across, the lightly armed Gallic infantry was like a dam hit by a flood, and did not even have time to resist the basics, the two thousand-man squad had just reached the flank line when they encountered an oncoming cavalry onslaught. Although they still managed to support for a while, they were quickly routed by the cavalry, and some small numbers of Gallic cavalry came from the center to reinforce the main formation, but they were still on the way, and they were pulled off their horses by the scattered soldiers, and everyone rushed into each other, trampling on the dead and trampling on countless wounded, "Report, the blocking failed, the seventeenth and eighteenth regiments were scattered!

Reports of routs made the faces of the Gauls look ugly, and they expected that the block would fail, but the defeat did not mean such a fiasco. The advance of the Falcon Army was almost unstoppable, and in this strange area, in the face of the hundreds of thousands of troops left in the north by Gaul, they still dared to make such a bold act, and this time, the opposing commander was obviously bold, only 30,000 people, dared to launch an active offensive directly against 100,000 people on his side, this approach can no longer be called bravery. This is madness, and the commander of the Falcon Army, Salon, happens to be a fierce general with such an evaluation.

The three infantry regiments sent to block, the 30,000-strong army, were directly crushed, and the direct fight was extremely miserable, in less than two hours, the battle report from the front showed that more than seventy percent of the troops had been defeated, and the chaos was still expanding like a whirlpool, and the mountains were full of soldiers who had fled back from the rout, and they continued to fight. Whether to evacuate or to evacuate became a difficult question for the Gallic army, which eventually felt that the Falcon Army was a greater threat to the Gallic army, and decided to suspend the war against the Slavs until the 30,000 Falcon army had not joined the Slavs. Gather superior forces and inflict heavy damage!

The Gallic army discharged a long line of more than 4,000 meters long on the path of Salon's advance, in a clumsy and long formation. Or be able to siege the city. But it is definitely not suitable for field warfare, an order is passed from one end to another, and it takes a while to ride a fast horse, mainly because the Gallic army lacks unified command, and the various units are on their own, and the elite of the Gallic Northern Army has long been exhausted in the Battle of Danny on the Western Front. The current Northern Gallic Army is nothing more than a new unit and some local troops that have been trained for less than 2 months by Yalder.

If Yalder was still in the north, or could have twisted it into a strand, but Alder was not there! The generals in the north chose to take the initiative to attack, "All march!" and shouted the slogan, and the Gallic army came in a sea of mountains to annihilate the Falcon army in one fell swoop with superior forces

"A bunch of stupid earthfall dogs!" "A group of stupid earthfall dogs!" the battle-hardened Ssalonn looked at the Gallic line in front of him, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Arrow cart preparation!" His face raised his hand coldly, and there was no fluctuation in the face of the superior forces, when he decided to take the initiative to advance north, Salon had already expected that the northern army of Gaul would choose to abandon the pursuit of the Slavs and turn to dealing with himself with all his might, facing the 30,000 Gallic troops in front, he was very cunning and did not use the heavy weapons that these imperial legions were equipped with in May,

As his hand was raised, a faint sound of the wheel and axle turning sounded from behind him, and a whole hundred arrow carts, driven by more than two thousand falcon soldiers, slowly lifted towards the sky, each arrow cart had two rows of three barrels of arrow tubes, one hundred was six hundred tubes, the predecessor of these arrow carts was the modified version of the Rude arrow cart, which was generally only equipped on the warships of the Imperial Navy. With a stable bracket, the firing range can exceed three hundred steps for the first time, the terrifying penetration and lethality, can it penetrate the deck of the enemy's battleship, close to the strength of an ordinary ballista, the weight is not large, and only four horses are needed to pull it away at will, it is a legion-level weapon that the empire began to popularize in May this year,

Seeing that the Gallic army was about to enter the firing range ahead, the operators of the archery carts quickly got busy. Shaking the winch pulling the bowstring with a loud shout, "Load the preset target." A hundred meters ahead, the robbery bowstring of the arrow cart made a tooth-aching creak with the pull of the winch, and finally buckled firmly on the tooth machine behind. The crossbowman held a heavy crossbow bolt made of pig iron and quickly stuffed it into the arrow slot, each arrow was specially made, as thick as a small arm, and the tip was a half-moon-shaped sharp knife edge forged to increase armor-piercing ability.

Such a sharp cut, even if a hoplite is shot, a large hole will be broken out of it, let alone ordinary infantry, and the four arrows next to it should be thinner, so that it can scatter freely and irregularly. Therefore, the tail feathers were not set when casting with the mold, and the swarthy pig iron was shining with a chilling light, "Forward!" The Gallic soldiers who were charging did not know that one of their feet had stepped into the Ghost Gate, and at a position of 200 meters, a torrential rain of metal poured down, bursting the front line of the troops, and the sound of the crossbow was like a torrential rain. The volley of a hundred arrow carts was like a sharp blade of the void in the cold night, and countless clusters of arrows cut from the direction of the falcon, shooting in front of the dense Gallic soldiers, "Ah" The Gallic soldiers who were shouting just now seemed to be flattened by a large piece of Qi Brush.

Densely packed with soldiers. It was as if hitting an invisible wall, and there was a terrible scream, and the corpses rolled down in unison and dragged a few meters down, "Attention, ah" A Gallic officer in the amazing impact sound, the body was shot directly through the warhorse, flew out several meters before falling, smashed into the mud below, bright red human blood instantly stained red muddy water, the Gallic infantry in front of them were mostly light infantry, only to see a white cold light in the crowd made a sound similar to the flesh breaking, like a piece of bamboo broken by a knife, the bloody half-moon front end passed from the body of the arrow soldier, and a bloody blood mark came out of the rear,

Then it shot heavily into the body of another soldier, like a string of blood gourds stuck into the ground,

After shooting through the target, many crossbow arrows without tail fins circled in the air from the projection position, like high-speed spinning tops, swept into the crowd behind, breaking the bones of one soldier after another, and blood rained everywhere, "Damn!" Some timid Gallic soldiers were stunned by the sight in front of them, "Retreat, everyone retreat!" The mournful shouts of the Gallic front-line officers made the offensive of the Northern Army a mess, and the front collapsed like a landslide, and countless clusters of arrows shot in from behind the Gauls who turned and fled, and the corpses fell one by one.

Everyone hated themselves for having two legs missing, and the faces of the Gallic generals looked ugly at this time, feeling that they were being overshadowed by the falcon army opposite,

With such a big killing weapon, the other party has been holding back until now before using it, the demoralized 16th Regiment was the first to choose to retreat, and then more Gallic troops chose to retreat, just like a lion facing the king of beasts, like a defeated wild dog. (To be continued......)