The Figueros army was almost collapsed by the impact of the Slavic Northland warriors at the city gate, the cold light of the tomahawks flying, bringing up blood-stained red, and the narrow city gate was full of Gallic soldiers' corpses,

"Press up, don't go back!"

The Gallic generals shouted at the defeated soldiers in the back, in their eyes, the gates of Nagurd had been opened, and as long as they withstood the crazy pounces of the Slavs, they could rush into the gates, but soon they found that the situation was completely different, and the Slavic warriors of the Northlands, who broke out in the battle of life and death, were fierce even if they had been poked through by the Gallic spears, and they would rush up and cut down the battle axes even if they were half dead,

The wounded, rolling on the ground like wild beasts, pounced on each other and tore each other's throats, and the Figueros army, though brave, was also struck by the Slavs this time in the case of the destruction of the death battalion, and was defeated in the confusion.

The spears were cut off, the horses fell, the flags swayed, the axes slashed the helmets and slammed the heads, and bright red blood mixed with yellow-white brains splattered on the faces of the compatriots behind them,

"My lord, the death camp has collapsed! The enemy is fighting back too violently, please order a temporary halt to the attack!" a Gallic general returned from the front line covered in blood, turned over and jumped off his horse in front of Figueros's warhorse, and pleaded loudly

'Retreat?' Figueros looked at the city gate where the fierce battle broke out with a solemn face, his fingers tightly pinched the reins of the war horse, looking at the city gate from his position, the city gate was like a mountain of corpses, and the two armies were staggered like rolling dragons, this was a battle to the death, and the momentum of the army was suppressed and crumbling. The attack line composed of 3,000 Northland axe soldiers was like a life-devouring blood line slowly moving forward, and the Gallic soldiers who encountered it head-on were overturned by the impact, and they could not stop the advance of the Northlanders in desperate battles

Blood flowed down the entrance to the city gates, and corpses were pushed down the red-stained moat by the crowd

The chaotic and unfavorable battle situation only made Figueros hesitate on horseback for a moment, and then said decisively, "You have seen it after the city gate was breached. Will the general who will give the order to stop the battle? The other party took the initiative to open the gate, don't we dare to go in!" Figueros interrupted him with a whip and said sharply.

"But...... But my lord...... "The Gallic general's face hesitated, and he wanted to continue, "Don't say anything like retreat, our army has never been defeated since the northward advance, and I believe that the soldiers also uphold the same idea of victory, and they have walked step by step to the city of Nagurd, and undefeated is the soul of our army." Are you going to let go of what everyone has been so careful to protect because of a small setback?

Figueros's voice stopped, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't forget, our army has lost the most elite death battalion, how can the Slavs not throw their most elite troops into our encirclement, how can such an opportunity be missed,

"Immediately surround this force, the gates of Nagurd are ours! The innumerable treasures inside are also ours! Instead, it is necessary to send an order to all armies, regardless of losses, to eat this Slavic army!"

"Yes, my subordinates understand!"

The Gallic general's face became agitated when he heard this. Taking a deep breath, he turned on his horse and prepared to return to the battlefield, just then. A scout cavalry came and reported, "My lord, Noa-sama's Fifth Army has arrived in the north!"

"Noua's Fifth Army!, that guy is as fast as me!"

Hear the scout's report. Figueros was stunned for a moment, and in the direction of the north that the scout said, in the misty rain and fog, he faintly saw a long black line rising from behind the mound in the north, and the flags waving in the wind were red clouds flying over the forest.

Noa is the commander of the Fifth Army of the New Northern Army in Gaul, born in the Kyoto Praetorian Guard, although he is a powerful general under the command of Yald with Figueros, but Noa's character is arrogant and complacent, coupled with the background of a wealthy family in Gaul, he simply looks down on Figuros, who was born as a small squire.

On many public occasions, Noua has repeatedly made things difficult for Figueros, ridiculing him for his humble background, not being a nobleman, not knowing how to read, and being from an area of the Empire's enemies, in fact, everyone can see that Noua is jealous of Figueros's dazzling aura of the first general in the north

On the mound to the north, the rain was shining on the silver cross-shaped helmet, and a young Gallic general about thirty years old was looking at the fierce battlefield below with cold eyes, and next to him, a strong man with a pair of silver wings on his shoulders grinned at the corners of his mouth, and said with some disdain, "My lord, it looks like the battle flag of the Figueros army! And it seems that the location of the city gate is the center of the battle"

"My lord, do we need to attack?" the strong man looked at the battlefield and then at the Gallic general

"Attack, do you want to easily give the glory of capturing Nagurd, the stronghold of the Slavs, to that pariah?" the young Gallic general snorted dissatisfiedly, and withdrew his gaze, he was none other than Noua, the commander of the New Fifth Army in the North,

Raising his hand and waving at the troops behind him, he sneered and said, "A person born like a rat will always have the ability to dig a hole in the ground with a few tricks! Even if it is the first unit to reach the target, it is not a big deal! But this is also a good opportunity, order our cavalry troops to prepare!"

"What do you mean?" the strong man's eyes flickered

"Hehe, of course it's just to wait and see!" Noa smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, "Judging from the battle situation, that guy is very unlucky to be dragged into the fierce battle in the city gate area, we just use him to consume the defenders of Nagurd City, if he really breaks the Slavs, we will take the opportunity to lead the cavalry cluster to rush down, anyway, the glory of Nagurd, the first to enter the Slav stronghold, must belong to our Gallic Praetorian Guard!" In other cases, we just need to watch here, isn't he called the No. 1 general of the north? It is just right to expose the false face of this No. 1 general of the north in one fell swoop!

"Queue!" As the order was given, at the position of the Fifth Army of the Northern Gallic Army, about thousands of Gallic cavalry were gathered, "What do these guys of the Fifth Army want to do!"

In the direction occupied by Figueros, the Gallic general looked at the cavalry troops lined up to the north, his fists clenched, and his face suddenly became angry, and the other party did not mean to help at all. On the contrary, the idea of waiting for the opportunity to pick up the cheap is too obvious,

Noua of the Fifth Army had a bad relationship with Figueros, and the generals below the two armies had just as bad a relationship,

Most of the generals of Figueros were from the local army, and they were only deployed under Figueros during the large-scale counterattack in the north, and they were also used as a ragtag army of the large army, but because Figueros was too prominent, a series of victories, so that the Gaul side had to be promoted to a front-line combat unit, while Noa's troops were mostly Gallic Praetorian Guards. It can be seen from the fact that it can have thousands of elite cavalry, and it is far superior to Figueros's troops in terms of weaponry.

This is also what makes Noa feel unfair, "Why did all the good things take this guy!" At the beginning of the reversal of the battle, but the 20,000 Gallic Janissaries were fighting desperately, but after the war, the northward sweep was carried out by Figueros, who was born as a small squire, and because it was a miscellaneous army, the Slavic army did not pay attention to Figueros at first. The main opponent of the Slavic army was a Gallic Praetorian Guard.

Among them, the Fifth Army was one of the targets to be dealt with, and it fought several bloody battles. The Fifth Army struggled to advance northward, and the Slavs' most elite Northland warriors left the soldiers of the Fifth Army severely damaged the Gallic Praetorian Guard faction in deep battle. Figueros's factional rise was nothing short of a mockery of himself, a motley army that was inferior to its own in weapons and morale, and barely experienced a decent bloody battle. He regained a large area and became a hero in the mouths of the people.

And those who really fought bloodily did not get the respect they deserved, and no one could stand this kind of thing!

"My lord, there is a problem with the Fifth Army!" the Gallic general reminded in a whisper

"I'm not blind!

Figueros raised his head, his eyes did not look at the gates of the most fierce battle, but Noua's fifth army, his face was gloomy, and beads of blood had been bitten out of his pale lips, this was a difficult choice, whether to give up the undefeated glory he upheld, or to make a wedding dress for others,

After hesitating for a few minutes, he slammed his horse and ordered, "Withdraw the troops, the whole army retreats five miles to the camp."

Woo!

The horn representing the withdrawal echoed low in the sky of Nagurd, and Figueros's troops began to retreat back,

The place where the battle was once fierce revealed the color of bloody hell, and the corpses were piled up like a mountain. In just over 2 hours of bloody and tragic battles, the Figueros army paid a heavy price of more than 6,000 casualties, the most elite death battalion was wiped out, the morale suffered a severe blow, and the first real defeat was accepted, this pain, like a piece of meat being dug out of Figueros, the loss of the Slavs was about 2,000 people, and seeing that the most ferocious Figueros army was also repelled by themselves, there was a burst of cheerful cheers on the city wall

The cheers of the Slavs came through the rain curtain, and Noa, who was in the north outside the city, pursed his lips with disdain, and whispered to the strong man next to him, "Ryan, do you see, this is the true face of the first general of the north, and I will one day expose the true face of this coward in front of everyone!"

On the wall of Naguld, the Slavic general who commanded the battle also showed a trace of regret on his face, he looked at the slowly withdrawing Figueros army, and hit the battlements with his hand: "It's a pity, it's just a little bit! If the Figueros army continues to gather heavy forces in the direction of the city gate, it will be greeted by a fierce fuel projectile! Even if you can't kill the butcher, it's enough to burn most of these enemies whose hands are stained with Slavic blood!"

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the heavy rain stopped, and the main forces of the Gallic troops appeared one after another in all directions of Nagurd,

Both armies also lit camps at night, thousands of fires appeared on the plains and mountains, the scene was very peony, in the headquarters of the northern army of Gaul, a military meeting was underway, taking advantage of the time when the army was working on siege equipment overnight, the Gallic generals of the battle of the north reviewed the tactics of this battle, and the bonfires in the brazier scattered countless sparks in the night wind, like a series of red stars,

The Gallic army gathered under the city of Nagurd this time had 7 armies and 230,000 men, while the Slavs only gathered 70,000 men on the side of Nagurd, with such a strong military force, the Gallic generals were quite confident of victory.

In the meeting before the general attack, they talked to each other with a relaxed expression, or whispered to each other, whispering to each other. Some people are looking forward to the left and right, some people are discussing the post-war distribution with their eyebrows fluttering, and when they talk about happy places, they let out an undisguised smug laugh,

"I don't know why, there's always an unsettling feeling!"

The commander of the Gallic Northern Army, Yald, was on the main seat, looking at the various expressions of his subordinates. Some frowned unhappily, although there were 230,000 troops, but these troops were not as stable as they seemed from the outside, among the 230,000 troops, 70,000 were first-line combat troops, 110,000 second-line troops, and the other 50,000 troops were all recently expanded in the north. This time, the 70,000 troops of the Slavs were all tribal warriors with excellent combat power, and some of them were made up of old men, unlike before. Women come to fill, and there is no discipline at all when fighting,

The Slavic warriors guarding the acropolis in Guò did not retreat, and it can be seen that 70,000 elite Nagurd who were defending with a mortal heart. It will be a bitter and arduous battle! But the real hard will be after the capture of Nagurd!"

Yalde thought subconsciously, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth. He had just received an order from the Gallic Ministry of War, in view of the recent frequent troop movements of the Falcon Empire in the west, the Ministry of Military Affairs asked the New Northern Army of Yard to immediately move east after capturing the Slav stronghold Nagurd, in order to resist the heavy army cluster of the Falcon Empire on the western front of the empire that could launch a large-scale attack at any time, thinking of this, Yard felt a headache, the order of the Ministry of Military Affairs was simply a joke!

The New Northern Army fighting the Slavs and fighting the Falcon Imperial Army are completely different things,

More than 200,000 New Northern Army, because many troops are temporary conscripts and volunteers from all over the country, weapons and equipment can not keep up at all, many soldiers do not even have the most basic armor, and the dozen or so weapons depots originally set up in the north of the empire have long been swept away by the Slavs.

With the mobilization capacity of the Kyoto side alone, even if it was fully launched, the clanging hammer continued to beat overnight, and in just two months, the supply of the Kyoto side totaled more than 40,000 sets of infantry equipment, which had to supplement both the new corps established on the Western Front and the rapidly expanding northern corps. Yard didn't dare to imagine what kind of consequences this order would bring if it was really announced to these generals in front of him,

At the meeting, one of the generals loudly mentioned the defeat at the city of Naguld during the day, and mocked: "The situation at that time was really a wolf, obviously destroying the city gates, and being blocked outside the city! Figueros, who claimed to be undefeated, had such a terrible time! What a pity, I heard that the wealth of the whole north was gathered in this city by the Slavs!"

Hearing this, the big tent that was talking about it unexpectedly quieted down, and the wealth was moving, and when everyone was discussing in a low voice just now, they mentioned the question of what to do with the wealth looted by these Slavs. "It's just a pause in the attack, how can there be such a thing as a failure!"

Figueros sat in a corner, glanced at the opposite side angrily, needless to say that it was his sworn enemy Noa, he frowned and said, "Our army is still able to fight to the death with the enemy with simple equipment, the soldiers are bleeding, I don't know what someone with the most elite troops was doing at that time? Since you see the stalemate between the two armies, you will not stand by and watch!" "You ......" Nua was suddenly asked and had nothing to say, his face was a little red, I don't know whether he was anxious or angry, Figueros did not name him. But everyone knew who he was talking about, and everyone's eyes turned to Noua in unison, although they knew that there was a big gap between the two, but it was always disgraceful to do so, the generals were all hot-blooded warriors, and the most despised was this kind of despicable guy who stabbed his companion in the back. "What are you looking at me for! I have ordered the cavalry to prepare for reinforcements!" Noua said loudly with an annoyed face, "Nonsense, your cavalry is just watching from the sidelines, from beginning to end, I haven't seen a horse's hoof stepping into the battlefield!" Figueros Huoran stood up from the seat opposite, his body trembled slightly, he was not a person who was good at arguing, thinking of the anger that had been achieved during the day, his angry eyes were bloodshot,

The corner of Noa's mouth smiled coldly, "A certain guy who claims to be undefeated, he can't even withstand a little counterattack, and he directly orders a retreat, so that thousands of brave soldiers of the empire die in vain! I don't know how to wake up to my mistakes, but I want to push them on others, undefeated generals, I'm sorry! Shame on people, such an imperial general is simply a shame for the empire, and someone must be responsible for the defeat during the day!" Yes, the war has not yet begun, but such a humiliating incident has appeared first, if it is not strictly investigated, it will be a heavy shake for the morale of the army, how can the soldiers fight to the death......" A Gallic commander who had a good relationship with Noa shook his head with a disdainful look (to be continued......