The brightly lit tent of the barracks, in the light of the camp, can clearly see the traces left by the fierce battle under the city, the grass and shrubs that have been trampled down, the broken spears and arrows and the black corpses are full of devastation, the bottom of the city wall that was originally green has been completely replaced by a tragedy,

The commander of the Gallic New Northern Army, Yalde, sat on the main seat, his eyes narrowed slightly at Figueros who was accused by others, a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Stop! The battle during the day is a mistake, and when no one makes a mistake, everyone gathers together to arrange tomorrow's battle!" "My lord, if this fiasco is subsided like this, I am afraid that the soldiers will not fight with peace of mind tomorrow!" Noah stood up straight in his position, and said with a stubborn expression. Please also make a decision on punishment, tomorrow's siege battle, the Figueros army is not eligible to participate!"

"What, why is our army not qualified to participate!" Hearing this, Figueros slammed his fist on the table with an angry face, and said angrily, "Everyone has always insisted on fighting to the death, isn't it just to defeat the Slavs? Moreover, our army has not failed, and now that it has reached the last step, how can we deprive our army of the right to participate in the war!"

"Do you still need a reason? a defeated general who has brought shame to our army!What qualifications do you have to be the one who enjoys the glory of conquering the city of Naguld," the corners of Noa's mouth twitched slightly with disdain, "And please don't forget, the Figueros Army is a controversial motley army that plunders the nobles and civilians of the occupied territories, do you want to make such an army a laughing stock of imperial history?"

"You!"

Figueros almost vomited blood when he heard this, he knew that many generals did not like him, and his rapid rise made many people regard it as a thorn in the side, in order to encourage his subordinates to fight bravely, the reputation of Figueros Army in some areas was not good, but it was undeniable that Figueros Army made outstanding contributions in defeating the Slavs

"Isn't it? It's just the blood of the slaves of the Northwest, what qualifications does such a person have to become a person who is about to go down in the history of the empire!"

Noa looked at the angry Figuros, the corners of his mouth pursed disdainfully, stretched out his hand, made a gesture of invitation to all the generals present, and said, "If you are dissatisfied with the punishment, then according to tradition, leave the decision to all the people here, how about it!

"That's a good idea! "Don't let the Figueros army participate in the war? This is really ......" More generals looked at each other, and in all fairness, the fighting power of the Figueros army was indeed very strong. swept all the way through the northern region, extremely prestigious, and made up for the rise of this undefeated general, just like the sun rising in a black night sky, compared to other light sources that are just stars, it is really too dazzling! To say that no one in the general is jealous is absolutely false.

"I don't approve of the Figueros Army going to war!" a general from a local army faction hesitated. Stand up and be the first to say, "Berg, you!"

Figueros looked at the general in astonishment. The boss whose eyes are unbelievably open, his eye sockets are about to burst,

He didn't expect that the first person to stab himself in the back would be Berg of the 11th Regiment of the Northern Army. He clearly remembered that in an encounter half a month earlier, the Berg general had been besieged in a valley by the Slavs for his ventures. It was he who rescued him from the Slavic encirclement with his troops, and the grateful Berg at that time swore that he was extremely grateful to himself!

For this reason, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Army, Jarde, personally asked Figueros for his opinion, because he knew that the 11th Regiment was a unit with extremely poor combat effectiveness, and it also had a bad record of selling weapons and materials privately, Figueros refused this proposal, everyone knew that in the local army of the second-line troops, when it came to weapons and equipment, the Figueros Army could even compete with the first-line troops, and if this moth who sold weapons and equipment privately was allowed to get in, who knew what kind of mess would be made!" Putting aside personal selfishness and taking matters into account, I don't think Lord Figueros's troops are indeed unfit to participate in tomorrow's battle against Naguld!" Berg straightened up in front of everyone's gaze, and looked fearless under Figueros's gaze, his face did not show the slightest embarrassment, but instead looked quite righteous, and said in a loud voice

"Because Lord Figueros is not a Gaul in my true sense!This is enough, the battle of Nagould is related to the final blow of the Empire to the north, and it is a major event destined to be recorded in the history of the Gallic Empire, if the Figueros army enters the war, do you want to let such a supreme glory be taken away by a northwester!" "This ......"

The generals below were all moved, began to stir, whispering to each other, and even some of the generals who began to want to refute Berg were hesitant and silent, setting things right and saving the kingdom from the fall, and the pinnacle of military glory was nothing more than that! Berg's words can be said to have reached the hearts of the generals, what is the purpose of everyone fighting so desperately? Wealth and status are certainly likable, but if this qiē is compared with the name of the eternal legacy, it is really not comparable, think about hundreds of years later, when later generations mention this game-changing battle in the north, when mentioning the names of those famous generals, no warrior can refuse such a glory, "Yes, if this is the case...... I don't agree with the Figueros army to enter the war!" Another local army general said, "I don't agree with it either!" Everyone is a hero of the restoration of the north, why should the greatest glory be given to a northwesterner!" There were more and more generals who opposed, and soon, almost unanimous voices occupied the military tent, Figueros stood there with his fists clenched, lonely like a leaf drifting in the wind, his eyes looked at the faces of these colleagues, his face became pale, among these colleagues who opposed loudly, not all of them were Praetorian Guard factions, but more generals of local army factions like themselves, many of them had also received their own help, "The face of jealousy is really disgusting"

Figueros retracted his gaze inexplicably and raised his head. Blood flowed from the cracked eye sockets, as if blood had been shed

What made Figueros feel the most sad was not the jealousy of these colleagues, but the silence of the commander-in-chief of the Northern Army, Alde, who was regarded as his benefactor, also had the same idea in his heart, how could a northwesterner be qualified to grab the most dazzling crown of the Northern War!

Just then, a young officer dressed in Praetorian Guard uniform walked in through the door of the tent, followed by four Praetorian Guards. His gaze swept over the somewhat chaotic military tent, and his whole body seemed to be bubbling with a frightening chill, and his appearance attracted the attention of everyone in the military tent, and the sound of argument stopped for a moment

The Praetorian Guard officer straightened up, with a compelling pressure, and said in a cold tone, "May I ask which one is Commander Jarde!" "I am Jarde"

Yard unexpectedly stood up from the main seat, his eyebrows couldn't help frowning, his current position is the commander of the Northern Army. also serves as the honorary commander of the Praetorian Guard, since the other party is also a Praetorian Guard, how can he still be so presumptuous!

"Lord Jarde, I'm Spencer, Captain of the First Janissary Special Forces!" the Praetorian Guard officer walked over. He stopped in front of Yalde and gave a respectful military salute

"Special forces!"

Yard's face changed slightly, since he was born in the Praetorian Guard, he naturally knew the meaning of the special force. It was the most loyal unit of the Emperor's Majesty, and in addition to maintaining the Emperor's safety, it was also responsible for monitoring movements within the Imperial Army. Normally, he doesn't come forward directly, so it's the first time I've seen the special forces!"This is an urgent order from His Majesty, please take a look!"

The Praetorian Guard officer glanced at Jarde, stepped forward and took out a roll of paperwork sealed in red lacquer from his bosom, saluted, and respectfully handed it over.

Yald took the scroll with a strange expression, cautiously opened it and took a look, the emperor's seal on it made his face look ugly, after reading it, he glanced in the direction of Figueros, hesitated and said softly, "Isn't this decision a little too hasty, just because of that...... After all......" A series of vague voices, it seemed that Alder was also shocked, and Spencer interrupted him with a cold expression, "This is His Majesty's order, in order to avoid hidden dangers left by the empire, some people must be supervised, please hand them over to us!"

"Well, I hope to be kind!"

Yard took a deep breath, knowing that in the face of the style of the special forces directly under the emperor, it would be futile for him to say more, he ordered Figueros, "Figueros, you go with them! Don't think too much, this is a collective investigation of all the imperial soldiers related to the northwest, I believe you will be fine!" "Northwest? It's the northwest again!"

Figueros's body trembled slightly, his fingers clenched together, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his palm, and the coldness like ice was spreading, looking at the dark backs of several Praetorian Guards taking Figueros away, the entire military tent fell into silence, "Start now, arrange tomorrow's attack battle!" Yald's voice lifted everyone's spirits,

There was a faint joy and relief in the eyes of the generals, now it's okay, there is no need to live under the shadow of this northwesterner!

The next day, before the morning sun shone across the sky, the damp water vapor flowed like a white belt in the forest and mountains, and the Gallic army densely spread outside the city of Nagurd began to move, the infantry began to assemble in the loud trumpet, the battle flags fluttering in the wind made a crackling and inciting sound, the huge siege equipment was pushed out, and below the giant-like siege equipment, there were large wriggling black lines that were thousands of people surging, and the Gallic army stopped a thousand meters in front of the Nagurd city wall, and the astonishing number of soldiers was like a river that could drown a qiē"Ready!"

Countless Slavic archers drew their bowstrings on the city of Naguld, and the arrows erected towards the sky were like a dense galaxy flickering on the city walls,

The Gauls began to advance slowly, five thousand Gallic Janissaries in heavy armor and holding Wu knightly shields at the front of the entire cluster, and five regular infantry regiments of the Gallic army spread out on both sides behind them, holding pennants representing their respective squadrons, the formation was as dense as a forest, the cold light and blades of the forest, the heads were crowded, the armor was distinct, like a large carpet with no end in sight, no head to the left, no head to the right. As the red sun rises on the horizon in the east. The Slavic generals on the city walls could finally see the formation on the opposite side. Suddenly, his face became extremely solemn,

An army of nearly 200,000 people spread all over the mountains, directly flooding the ground in front of Naguld City, silver shining armor, shining reflective shields, one huge phalanx after another lined up tightly and orderly, thousands of boots stopped and pressed over the grassy earth, almost invisible to the original color of the earth, as if only the sound of the rhythmic wind blowing between heaven and earth. It looks extremely depressing, reflecting the blood-red morning light behind him, the sun slowly rises behind the Gallic army, and the men and horses are tired like dark clouds pressing the sky, once they attack, the sky will inevitably fall apart, "Raise the banner of death, tell everyone, this battle." There is no way back!"

The Slavic general Monvac, who was holding the mouth of the battlements, took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze from the siege tower in front of the Gallic army, and ordered loudly to the herald behind him, such a big scene. Even him, his heart was beating uncontrollably violently, and there was a bit of trembling and luck in his voice, but it was okay. Didn't show the real hole cards yesterday, otherwise it would have been miserable now

200,000 siege troops,

Almost equal to a fifth of the population of the entire Slavic clan. Such an boundless, huge sea-like enemy, if he didn't still keep his hole cards, he would have felt the strength of the other party from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but feel weak, and finally even lost the will to resist, but now Monwak thinks about it, come on, more, and soon the Gauls will know what a stupid thing it is to storm Nagould!"It's the battle flag of the Slavic general Monwak!" Yard, who was inspecting outside the city, saw the pennant raised at the top of the tower with a grim face, recognized the mark it represented, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he raised the gorgeous horsewhip with a golden pendant in his hand, pointed to Naguld in the distance, and said aloud to the generals behind him, "Have you seen it?" Naguld is already close at hand, and the enemy's commander is Monwak, known among the Slavs as a master tactician and a master of defense, and is a very difficult opponent, I have encountered it before, but according to his ability, he may be able to deal with one or two times the number of troops, but he will definitely not be able to resist four times our strength, so in this battle, our army will be victorious without any suspense, are you ready to meet the highest honor of the warrior?" "Please give the order!"

The generals looked excited, and replied neatly, and behind them were the ranks of the Gallic infantry, the left and right wings like the outstretched wings of a giant bird, and the countless Gallic flags fluttering in the wind, in front of such an army, anyone would be full of confidence!"Then start attacking! Before dark, take down Nagurd! Destroy the Slavs!"

The herald cavalry rushed all the way from the rear, shouting all the way "Strike, strike! Destroy the Slavs!" The heavy siege towers were pushed, and the infantry below raised their bayonet guns in unison, and the queue slowly moved forward, the tips of the long spears were in unison, as if a forest of spears had suddenly appeared on the ground, and the Gallic Janissaries clenched their combat shields in their hands, as the vanguard of the attack, and their unique red robes made all the soldiers feel awe-inspired

On the flanks of the siege towers were a dense mass of Gallic light infantry, which was covered from the flanks, and went from slow to running, then to galloping, and then advancing at a terrible pace, like the wind of the plains howling through the mountain forests, and the weeds and blades flying. The powdery broken leaves were swept up by the wind, and the heavens and the earth were in a desolation "Shoot!" With a shout, the Slavic archers on the city wall neatly loosened their bowstrings, like the sound of a torrential rain sweeping by, and the Gauls felt that the sky in front of them suddenly darkened, like a large black cloud obscuring the color of the sky that should have been, "Attention, raise your shield!" The Gallic Praetorian Guard skillfully raised their shields, and a large number of incoming arrow clusters fell like a torrential rain, and the dark clouds instantly turned into a deadly metal torrent, and the arrows flying through everywhere made all the Gauls behind the shields feel their entire scalps stand up, as if they were being passed by countless locusts,

Some of the soldiers who were shot by the indiscriminate arrows, under the blow of this storm, the bodies in heavy infantry armor trembled unnaturally in the rain of arrows,

Bright red blood flowed out of the armor that had been shot through, the shield fell to the ground, and the whole person turned into a monster full of arrows,

His knees went limp, he fell to his knees and never got up again, "Keep going!"

The Gallic infantry captain steadied his voice, and his orders became more and more iron-like, and his shields were arranged in rows, and he held the shield in his hand high above his head.

The huge phalanx of steel, the shield that covers the earth, reflects the dazzling sunlight, like a large ribbon of light,

The army is rolling forward, and the heavy and steady footsteps are firm and fearless,

The first wave of forwards, composed of nearly 50,000 people, finally leaned against Nagould's city wall, and as the heavy siege tower crane fell heavily, it hit the battlements of Nagould's city wall, "Kill!" Almost instantly, the surging crowd was like a torrent crashing on the hard rock wall, turning into a terrifying bright red splash between the two armies (to be continued......