At the beginning of July, the Gauls were basking in the celebration of the first anniversary of the Emperor's accession to the throne. In spite of the discordant sounds of rebellion in the southwest, the streets were filled with fire-like enthusiasm, with lanterns hoisting, flags fluttering, banners waving in the wind, singing and dancing, and celebratory people celebrating in the cities "Long live the Empire!" The streets were filled with slogans of all kinds, and in a peaceful atmosphere, in the border of the critical south-western region, in the Rasti area, the young officer of the Local Guard, Viklock, was in high spirits as he walked up the steps leading to the office of the commander of the garrison on the second floor.

"Who?" the guard in front of him held out his hand to stop him

"Well, don't you know it's me? I'm Wicklock of the 3rd Garrison!" Viklock looked arrogant, looking at the guards who stopped him with some disdain, the weapons in the guards' hands made him have to stop, his sister is the wife of Andres of the local guard regiment, as the brother-in-law of the local garrison, in the building of the local guard, he has always walked sideways, because there was a little problem some time ago, he was sent out to hide for a month, and he just came back today, and was blocked by someone in his brother-in-law's base camp, which would be too embarrassing if it was spread out,

He looked angrily at the guards who stopped him with weapons, and felt that he had never seen it before, it should be a rookie who had just come, with such thoughts, Lockwick said with a threatening face, "Newcomer, I don't care where you are transferred from, you should go and find out who I am, otherwise, I will let you go around without food!"

"Viklock?" A guard captain model walked out from behind the guard who stopped him, opened a list in his hand and looked at it, glanced at him with a cold face, and responded, "No need to check, your name is not on the attendance list, please go back!"

"What? Attendees! What are you kidding, I'm Wicklock."

Viklock looked furious, he didn't expect to be slapped in the face so nakedly. Immediately scolded angrily, "Make it clear, Andres of the local garrison is my brother-in-law, you will regret it, I will make a good gesture to you, and then transfer you blind guys to patrol the most dangerous areas"

"Andres of the Local Guard?"

The captain of the guard looked at the list in his hand again, and the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, but also, an officer of this level is not qualified to participate in today's meeting, there is no need to hesitate, he turned around impatiently and waved his hand to his subordinates, "Drag him out!" If you hear this guy making noise here again. Execute on the spot!The adults above don't want to hear such an ignorant voice!" "Summarily executed!" Viklock was a little frightened for a moment, until he was thrown out heavily, he realized that there was no one he knew in the entire building, "What's the matter?" Viklock looked at the once familiar building in a daze, he didn't go to the wrong place, this is the building of the local guard regiment, hasn't he seen him for a month. A guard regiment of more than 1,000 people in Nuoda has evaporated like this?

In the conference hall on the second floor of the building, a blonde-haired regimental adjutant was pointing a wooden whip at a map on the wall

"According to the latest intelligence. The rebels in the northwest have continued to take over the southern part of the southwest, and have already taken control of three-quarters of the southwest, with a total strength of about 220,000 troops, according to intelligence. There are also scattered infantry units that are gathering southwest, and may exceed 250,000 men by mid-to-late July, while the area we control is in the area of the southwestern capital. With a strength of 50,000 troops, the rebels in the northwest have adopted encirclement tactics, but they have not launched a strong attack for a long time, and they should want to lure out our reinforcements and eat them in one bite! At present, the other side does not know that our army has arrived in the Rusti area, which is only separated by a river from the southwest, and if our army moves according to the opportunity, it can receive a good effect of a surprise attack" "According to the strategic deployment of His Majesty the Emperor, our Sixth Army Corps will put the Lasti area into the battle against the southwest according to the shape of the shì!" The fierce gaze of the commander of the Sixth Army of the Gallic Empire, Hasenrambo, swept over the generals of the legion who attended the meeting, opened the text folder on the table, and read the order of His Majesty the Emperor aloud

He was forty-one years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, if it weren't for the uniform of an imperial legion commander, it would be easy to remind people of the teacher who taught in the school, in the eastern battlefield, his name did not match his appearance at all, the Gallic Tiger! The Sixth Legion under his command totaled 110,000, of which 30,000 remained in Imperial Kyoto to participate in the celebration of His Majesty the Emperor, and the other 80,000 were divided into six batches and took over the defense of the Rasti region according to the custom of changing guards, which is why the local guard regiment station suddenly became the legion station

The Rusty area was originally the second line of defense arranged by the empire against the Gangnons, and once the southwest region was broken through, Lastie was used to block the front-line battlefield of the Gangnon soldiers, so the facilities for the garrison of the large army, the wide barracks, and the large amount of military rations that were hoarded according to the custom all year round were enough to support the garrison of the 30th Army

"My lord, the emperor said that he chose to attack according to the shape of shì, but when will we be able to attack?"

After listening to Hasenranpo read the order, a young general about twenty-five years old stood up and asked with a displeased expression, "Our army has been in the Rasti area for half a month, and every day is resting and recuperating, as far as I know, not only have we received orders for this southwest counterinsurgency, but also the Eighth Army Corps has also received orders, and the two legions add up to more than 200,000 people, do we still need to be afraid of a group of so-called rebels?"

The young general's name was Bokasu, he was wearing a general's uniform, but the arrogance in his tone gave people a sense of misplace, and he was able to climb to the position of imperial general before the age of thirty, commanding more than 20,000 troops, which proved that he was not only capable, but also had a background behind him that people could not ignore

Seeing Bokasu's questioning, there was a rare fluctuation on Hasenlimbo's cold face, and he scolded secretly, "This playboy, what is this playboy who is not the adjutant of the Kyoto Praetorian Guard, and what is he doing in the field troops who are sleeping in the open air, it is right that the young man is arrogant, but it also depends on who he is,

I am the captain of the Imperial Legion, even if your grandfather, who served as the former prime minister of the Empire, saw it, I can't ignore it as arrogantly as you

"General Bokasu of the Fifth Infantry Regiment! The so-called rebels in your mouth have just defeated Stanley Spencer at the Sona River! The Empire has paid for it with 100,000 lives."

With a little resentment, Hasenlampo said in an unkind tone, "If I'm not mistaken, you interned in the Eastern Theater for a month, and you served as Stanley Spencer's deputy." In a sense, Stanley Spencer can be regarded as your teacher, is this your attitude in the face of an opponent who defeated your teacher?""It's a subordinate who is too rude, just a matter of facts! Please don't take it to heart!" Boca Su's mouth opened, but he didn't expect Hasenranpo, who had never spoken much, to speak so politely, so he could only choose to sit down with a depressed face,

Although he has the name of a playboy in Kyoto, he is not a straw bag, if a famous player like Stanley Spencer is defeated. I really don't have any qualifications to shout here, and after all, this is the Sixth Army of Hasenlimpo, the name of the Gallic Tiger is not called in vain, Hasenlimbo is different from the sleek Stanley Spencer, the Sixth Army is called the Tiger Army in the Gallic Legion, with six infantry regiments under its command, and the battle is very brave, and there has been an amazing record of more than half of the battle losses still not collapsing, the same. As the commander of the Tiger Army, Hasenrampo also feels like a diehard who is as solid as steel and does not advance oil and salt, "Then continue to explain the layout of this battle!" Hasenranpo waved his hand. The adjutant of the regiment standing on the podium continued to explain the situation, "That's all for the arrangement, everyone have lunch and have a good rest!" Hasenrambo closed the plan in his hand and commanded the crowd

Before you know it, a morning has passed. It's really boring! Bokasu sighed slightly, and got up from his seat in disappointment, it was really a tiring and helpless meeting, and what had just been decided was still the same as ever! This had to make Bokasu feel bored for a while,

Obviously, you can take the lead and decide the outcome of the battle, but now whether it is the Sixth Army or the Eighth Army, it seems that they are holding the idea of waiting and seeing, but also, if the current situation is clear, the Northwest rebels will not attack the southwest capital, and they must have deployed heavy troops on the rescue road, who goes first, who must face as many as 200,000 Northwest rebels, blocking and intercepting all the way, fighting all the way, hitting the head and bleeding, whether it can be rescued is not certain,

The leader of the Northwest Rebels, Vekia Falcon, is a commander with the name of the god of war, although most of the Gallic generals are not interested in this title, but being able to defeat an experienced battlefield veteran like Stanley Spencer in one fell swoop also proves that this name is not casual nonsense, at least there is still a bit of real material, such an opponent, I am afraid that he has already opened his pockets and waited for someone to drill into it

Through the window, Boca Suo saw Hasenrimbaud walk up to a carriage parked downstairs and drive away, without any tension before the great battle, it is said that this Gallic Tiger has a record of not leaving the headquarters for four days in the eastern battlefield, while the other colleagues sit around according to their own connections, eating special food, while laughing loudly, all of which are interesting things that have happened recently, and none of them mention the southwest, because everyone knows that the southwest has become a predicament, and it is like that if you don't mention it

Bocasu used a fork to separate a grilled crucian carp, and put the white and delicate fish meat in his mouth, which was light and tasteless.

Through the window of the dining room, Bokasu looked out the window at the yellow spots of the sun shining through the dense leaves, calm only the wind blowing through the leaves, he was in a trance, and occasionally he heard the sound of other colleagues laughing and talking, it was so quiet here, war was something out of reach!

Up and down the Tiger Army, only himself or the most urgent to save the Southwest, Bokasu couldn't help but smile bitterly at the corner of his mouth, most people's thoughts are to imagine that if the Northwest rebels can fight with the left-behind troops in the Southwest, they will wave the army again, this cheap pick up is really nothing, but he Bokasu can't just do this, the teacher Stanley Spencer is still deep in the Southwest, and the one he has always loved in his heart is said to be trapped in the Southwest, this time it was thanks to the favor of the people that he finally arranged into the Tiger Army in charge of the rescue of the Southwest, and sought a general with real power, if he is not careful, Bokasu knows, Hasenranpo, who has never been very eye-catching to himself, has long wished to drive himself away as soon as possible.

Idle bored, he dipped his hand in the red wine in the glass, crossed an inclined horizontal bar on the table, and then dotted a point on one side of the horizontal bar, bored and said to himself, "This is even the Ditru Heights as a border, in terms of topography, this is much higher than Alxa, which is also a border town, if it is me, I will send someone to occupy here, standing on this plateau, you can condescendingly overlook the entire area, here is the commanding height of the whole region." If there are enough cavalry troops, I can't imagine entering from here!" "What's the matter, my Lord Bokasu!"

A middle-aged officer of about forty years old came over with his own food plate, some gray hair, which did not match his spiritual countenance,

Wynken, adjutant of the 5th Infantry Regiment of the 6th Regiment of the Gallic Army, that is. He is Bokasu's adjutant, old and young, WKUL has a good reputation in the Sixth Legion, although his combat ability is not very good, but he is sincere and experienced in handling affairs, "It's nothing, it's just some boring self-amusement!"

Bokasu smiled when he saw the old Winkern coming over. He crossed out the things he had drawn on the table, not knowing that he was missing out on an existential war, and he was still thinking about it as he crossed out the figures. How could this be possible? Such a situation could only arise unless the rebels in the northwest took the initiative to attack in disregard of the possibility of being attacked from the flank, and of course if the other side did so, the garrison on this side, which had been replaced by elite Gallic troops, would give it a fierce response. At that time, the 200,000 troops of the Sixth and Eighth Armies were swarmed up, and the rebels in the northwest had no other possibility than to be annihilated and defeated.

Ditru Heights

The golden sunlight slowly pierced through the clouds. The earth is bathed in vibrant sunlight, the wild grasses of the highlands stretch their bodies comfortably in the morning breeze, and the unknown wildflowers absorb the sun, air and moisture under the sunlight of the greedy, so that they can grow taller and stronger, can see higher and farther, and stay in this world for a longer time.

On the right wall of the almost ruined fortress of Dietru, the black smoke rising in the air was very abrupt and out of place, and the entire city wall was littered with stones and rubble, and the blackened and blackened city was in a mess, and charred corpses abounded.

The majestic fortress that once guarded the heights was suddenly attacked by more than 60,000 falcons, and in just half a day, only the ruins that were still burning were left. The original 5-meter-high city wall was neatly reduced into black and white sections, and luckily the remaining half of the city wall was also burned black by the gunpowder smoke formed by the fierce burning of the incendiary bomb.

Underneath the base of the wall, there was still an unextinguished flame burning, emitting thick black smoke. The arrow towers on the city wall are the key targets, whether it is the watchtowers protruding from the four corners of the fortress, or the more than a dozen arrow towers that have been temporarily erected, they have all collapsed and blown up in several rounds of bombardment

Under the turquoise blue sky, a slightly chilly autumn wind hit the fat man's grim face, riding on a majestic horse that matched his identity, the black demon king's armor on his body flashed in the sunlight with a luster similar to that of the netherworld, more than a dozen cavalrymen with black armor lined up behind him, and the falcon battle flag shook on the horse behind them.

"Your Majesty, the fortress of the Rudit Heights has annihilated a total of 2,314 enemy defenders, and the enemy has been cleared" Salon rode his horse from the front, turned over and dismounted in front of the fat man, knelt down on one knee, and reported without paying any attention to the quagmire under his feet that had just dried up due to the end of the rainy season. As soon as he knelt, half of his legs were in the muddy water, and the muddy water exploded in all directions, but he didn't even frown his eyebrows, and behind him, a group of black-armored falcon cavalry spread over the low highland fields in front of him like water, and black smoke rose straight into the sky from the center of the fortress,

On top of the ruined fortress, a Gallic garrison flag was slashed by the soldiers, and the broken battle flag fluttered like a kite with a broken string in the bright sun

On July 11, 30,000 Falcon cavalry unexpectedly broke into the border with the southwest of the Lasti area, and in the early morning, in the faint morning light, the banner of the Falcon Hussars appeared like a ghost in front of a hundred-man patrol on the border of the Gallic Eighth Legion, and the patrol of the Gallic Eighth Legion was stunned.

The horse's hooves rumbled, the wind whistled, the majesty was awe-inspiring, the cavalry in black armor swooped down from the hillside like an avalanche, a thousand shining war knives, with the horse's hooves like running thunder kicked down, countless snow-bright war knives flashed a dazzling white light, "Northwest rebels!"

The patrol officer only had time to shout a word, and was overwhelmed by the rapid impact of thousands of black-armored cavalry, and within one day, 10,000 squads responsible for harassing the Falcon cavalry were divided into hundreds of squads, which suddenly made the Gauls understand what it means to come and go like the wind, and the commander of the Eighth Army of Gaul hurriedly issued an order to the troops scattered in various places, but the assault of the Falcon Army was too sudden, and the fire of war was fully ignited in one day, and the Eighth Army on the side corresponding to the Rudit Heights paid the price of more than a thousand people on the same day, and six main infantry regiments disguised as local garrison regiments were attacked at the same time, which made the commander of the Eighth Army jump on the spot

"Bastard, immediately figure out the exact number of enemies!"

The commander of the Eighth Army in Gaul, faced with a sudden flank attack, was simply unable to mobilize his forces in time to respond. The troops on all sides were reporting attacks, completely stunned by the whistling light cavalry that swept past the camps.

There was a unit disguised as a local garrison regiment, which was attacked even six times in one night, and fought almost all night,

The general of this army thought that he was surrounded by the enemy's main cavalry force, and almost did not give the order to abandon the defensive line and move closer to the corps headquarters, and because he was completely confused about the situation, the Eighth Army could only order the attacked troops to defend themselves.

When the morning light rose from the horizon the next day, 20,000 Falcon Central Cavalry, who had secretly crossed the Eighth Army's defensive line, had stopped at the foot of the city of Laixi, the largest grain producer in the Rasti region.

In front of you is an endless, breathtaking golden wheat wave, now it is July when the harvest is imminent, the earth is yellow,

"What a pity!" Salon's cloudy eyes swept the gold in front of him, and his cold-blooded gaze trembled slightly, and finally raised his hand and shouted "Ignition!", (to be continued......)