A pair of black-ringed and white-belted horses' hooves stepped into the water of the Sona River, splashing white water,

An attendant came on horseback and reminded the contemplative Duke of Denia, "Lord Duke, ten miles further is the base camp of the Falcon Army!

The Duke of Denia rode his favorite war horse on the Black Star, the half-shallow shoal had just passed the horse's hooves, the Sona River in front of him was the boundary line between the northwest and the southwest, and fifty miles to the west was the mouth of the sea.

The main direction of the Gallic army's advance is the Sona River near the mouth of the sea, the river water has been impacting this depression for thousands of years, it is completely impossible to build a fortress to block, the river is as wide as 50 meters, it is rapidly rolling, it is difficult to cross, but for the Gallic army with 180,000 troops, 50 meters of the river is just a larger mud ditch, it is said that the commander of the Gallic army, Stanley Spencer, once said with a joke, even if one person drops a branch, the 180,000 army is enough to block the Sona River, which can barely be called a river. "What other forces have arrived besides us?"

The duke on the war horse stared solemnly and deeply at the Sona River that had been flowing for countless years in front of him, and the rushing river rolled up a splash of water to roll a section of emerald branches that rolled up and down to set up a silver light, and the branches rushed away until the water finally disappeared without a trace, "I went up the river, and along the way I saw the military flags of Tarbert, Skive, Wiley, Loso, and Zekelia" The attendant hesitated for a moment, recalled, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Their camp was roughly the same as in the past, and instead of camping with the army of the northwest coast, they took advantage of the trick and independently distributed the camp within two to five miles to the left and right of the Falcon Army, with a total strength of about 15,000 men. For these small areas, it can be regarded as the limit of the number of troops that can be drawn, and only we in Denia have the most troops."

"Where's the Rosend?"

The Duke of Denia withdrew his gaze from the river, his gaze flickering, like a wind blowing across the river, under his sight, the Denian army was lining up in several queues to cross the long pole beside the river, all of them were heavily armored Denian infantry, the river beach was soft ground, and it had just rained. The soldier's feet stepped on the road by the river, sinking deep into the soft mud of the river, armor and bayonet guns, polished a sharp cold, dragging a long dragon of steel on the road, this time the Duke of Denia brought 20,000 men, all of them elite heavy infantry with long training, tens of thousands of people, except for the sound of footsteps. No one talked, and the silence went on

The recent situation has put pressure on every Denia

One of the two major forces in the Lower Northwest, Rosend, has collapsed, and there are 100,000 empty troops. But with a wave of the Vekia Falcon, he was overwhelmed,

was hit directly to the heart of the capital, and it became a joke in the entire Northwest. Suddenly losing the pressure of Rosend, the only one in the Northwest who can compete with the Northwest Coast is Denia, but Denia is not Desend. The Duke of Denia is not the new Duke of Desmond who thinks he is smart,

The Duke of Denia has always regarded himself as a soldier, and used iron-fisted means to unite the whole country and unite as one, the national strength is not the strongest, but it is the strongest military strength,

Although the target of the Gallic army is Xinhai City on the northwest coast, the entire Northwest knows that if Xinhai City falls, the entire Northwest will be exposed to the Gallic army, and when the northwest coast retreats, it will be their turn to be unlucky.

Therefore, this battle of fate in the northwest affects the nerves of the entire northwest, in the face of the 180,000 Gallic army that vowed to step on the northwest, the upper and lower northwest regions that had been tragically infighting and reintegrated, rarely showed a trace of unity, as the overlord of the lower northwest, the Duke of Denia of course did not want to be left behind

"I don't see the banner of the Rosend!"

The attendant had a strange face, pursed his mouth, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Actually, even if they are allowed to come, do they dare to come?" The dignified army of 100,000 people was frightened by the 30,000 cavalry of the Vecchia Falcon, what northwest is the northwest of the northwest people, and the mouth shouted fiercely, but at the moment of national honor and disgrace, there was not even a person who took the lead!

"It's a shame that I'm juxtaposed with such a country, the northwest coast only shows its claws a little, and the new duke of Rosende wilts, does he really think that the Northwest Land is played by him, an idiot who grew up in Kyoto! But I don't understand at all, the 30,000 army of the Vecchia Falcon has approached the capital of Roseend, why don't you take it down directly?" "If the Falcon of Wikiia captures Roseend, now the entire Northwest is in danger! Where is there such a united situation, at this point, I have to admit that the Vichia Falcon has grasped it very well!" said with a sneer on the corner of Duke Denia's mouth

"The little guy of Ruosende is completely beyond his strength this time! I want to climb up to the scenery, but I was slapped down by the Vekia Falcon, some time ago, Ruosende suddenly appeared, as if he was the first force in the northwest, while shouting that the northwest is the northwest of the northwest, and at the same time he issued a joint invitation to all forces with his momentum, "It is clear that he wants to take advantage of the situation to become the leader of the alliance in the upper and lower northwest, and overwhelm the northwest coast, that guy really thinks that he will raise his arms and shout, and others will follow him!" Among the countries, the strength is the first, but the forces in the northwest remember that just a few months ago, the sharp iron hooves of the Vekia Falcon once smashed the alliance in the Lower Northwest without much effort, killing several countries in the Northwest with rivers of blood, and more than 100,000 troops were swept on the northwest coast" "How long has it been" Duke Denia's tone was a little disdainful Someone dares to touch the tiger butt of the Vekia Falcon, it's really tired and crooked, everyone is waiting to see the joke, this guy who has the courage to challenge the overlord of the northwest coast, does he have the responsibility to bear the consequences of this, but unfortunately, who knows that this guy is completely an embroidered pillow, if he doesn't make a move, he will be killed! If someone treats the silence of the Vekia Falcon as a soft persimmon pinched at will, then wait to be trampled into the cemetery by this insidious guy." Sure enough, less than five days after the notice was issued, which he thought he was proud of, all parts of the country were still watching and wavering. The situation has changed unexpectedly, the 30,000 troops of the Vikia Falcon were killed with one blow, and they entered the city of the Wild Falcons without any hindrance, and the soldiers arrived under the city of the capital of the Wild Gods, and the Wild Lords were frightened into a mess, and they also silently lost two large counties, and the other Wild Lords were unexpectedly cold to the plight of the capital, obviously no one wanted to be any loyal ministers, and to provoke the Vycchia Falcon for the so-called new master was enough to crush the 30,000 iron horsemen of the Wild Gods"

"It's not a one-grade contest at all!"

The Duke of Denia's sneering voice stopped, and the whip in his hand was raised. Looking at the boiling river, he said to himself, "Sometimes I really miss the time when the old fox was still there, although the two sides were friends and enemies, but at least they could work together in the face of external pressure, unlike now, I can only support it in isolation! I don't know, how long can it be supported in the end!" Duke Denia seemed to think of something and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, "Actually, whether it is me, Denia, or the entire northwest." Just like the branches that were swept up by the current, they were completely involuntary, and the torrent that was rushing forward was undoubtedly in the limelight, and it had just swallowed up the two important areas of Rusende without bloodshed. A soldier came directly to the Vecchia Falcon under the capital city of Wosende!"

"Lord Duke......"

Hearing the words of the Duke of Denia, the attendant officer's eyes were complicated, and he was silent for a while, 170,000 troops from the northwest coast. This is a military force that makes the entire Northwest bow its head, not to mention the unpredictable tactics of the Vecchia Falcon, no wonder even the Duke who has always been determined has been shaken!

You're going to fight. Even Denia, who regards the northwest coast as the target of comparison, also gives a thumbs up from the heart of the iron-blooded style of the northwest coast army, and is worthy of the peerless spirit of the lord of the northwest who overwhelms the many forces in the northwest, and in the face of the 180,000 Gallic army, there is not much nonsense, and at one time he gathers 170,000 troops and drives to the border, the northwest is shaken, and the forces of all parties are moved.

The accusations against the Northwest Coast disappeared without a trace overnight, and the reputation of the Northwest Coast climbed from the bottom line to the top like a spring.

There is no nonsense like that Duke Locke of Rosend, who shouts "the Northwest is the Northwest of the Northwest", and there is no bargaining of other forces before the war, who has more and who has less,

Under the wings of the Falcon of Vecchia, the swords and guns of the northwest coast are like a sea, and it seems that the rolling caravan has become an army, and the 170,000 troops go straight to the Sona River, which is the border heavyland, and the 180,000 Gallic troops who are advancing towards the Sona River on the opposite side of the battle are in a battle.

"As a big country, you have to have the style of a big country!" Duke Denia looked at the tumbling torrent on the river, a trace of determination flashed on his face, and vetoed the squire's suggestion that the falcons camp separately, "Go and report, just say that I'm Denia came as promised!" "Yes, Lord Duke!

In the evening, the Denia army arrived at the Falcon Army camp, the Duke of Denia saw the Falcon Army camp in front, rows of horses tied with trees were put on the river bank, hundreds of high platforms sprung up on the river embankment like mushrooms after rain, ridges one after another, rows of fences, heavy ballista carts were distributed in the four corners, the cold light flickered like a spear of huge arrows, so that any enemy who tried to force the river to cross the river must first weigh in his heart, countless military tents covered the open space behind the river beach, the light of countless torches was like a river of stars dragged out along the bank of the ten-mile river, the momentum was magnificent, and people couldn't help but think of the word magnificent。

The sparkling and swaying shadows of the water were reflected on the wooden fence on the riverbank, and the sound of the waves of the river slapping on the river beach made a roaring sound, like the sound of the iron armor rubbing on the body of a soldier in a fierce battle.

"What a strong momentum" Duke Denia's hand holding the reins of the war horse tightened, and whispered to himself, "I at least know that my ability is at the maximum, at most it is a local hero, and Vikia Falcon, where is the place where your eyes can reach......! There really came a day when I lived up to the name of Denia!"

On May 27, 20,000 men of the Duke of Denia arrived at the battlefield of the Sona River, on May 28, a total of 37,000 people from the northwest regions of Tarbert, Skivo, Wiley, Losso, and Zekelia arrived at the battlefield of the Sona River, on May 29, 15,000 men of the Duchy of Dunkiel arrived, and on May 30, the Vecchia Falcon personally swore an oath and arranged the battle. A full 230,000 troops spread along the line of the Sona River,

Thick and thin, the fat man stood on the swearing-in platform, looking at the army below, the spears were like snow, and the metal shields were more moving than the sparkling waves of the Sona River, and it took a year of hard work to finally let the northwest have the bowstring that could shoot down the wolf.

June 2, Morning,

The calm Sona River finally began to shake. In the white mist, people were clustered.

Thousands of troops and horses emerged from the mountain mist on the opposite side, the heads of the people were densely packed and counted, and the Gallic army mixed with infantry and cavalry drove out of the foothills and forests on the opposite side, rumbling hooves and footsteps resounded through the foothills, and the soldiers and horses lifted a yellow dust and mist array,

The flying flags loomed in the dust and fog of the sky, like a black cloud pressing towards the river beach,

"Attention. It's the army of the northwest!" a gallic officer on horseback reined in his horse by the river, and followed him by a troop of cavalry, whose cloak rushed into the shallows like a leaping red thread. The horses' hooves raised the vapour from the river, and the wind whipped against the armor of the cavalry, and the long spears of the Gallic lancers were washed by the rain, and the light reflected in the mist shone brightly.

"Prepare for battle!"

With an order, on the river beach opposite the river bank, the phalanx of the Northwest Army was also rapidly deploying, and the knives were like mountains. The guns were like a forest, the sea of steel was dazzling, and the wooden buildings along the river were also rapidly rising black smoke at this time. For a while, more than ten thick clouds of smoke rose in the wind at different positions in the river section, like black scrolls straight up to the sky, "Shoot!"

The two sides fought directly across the fifty-meter river, dense clusters of arrows staggered at the river, archers pressed up one by one, the arrows covered the sky like locusts, like countless points of light suddenly burst out, and the powerful firing line formed a line of death at the entrance along the river.

"Ahh

"Your Majesty, there are 11 watchtowers in the upper reaches of the Sona River with black smoke rising! The other side used the archers to launch a fierce attack, and the preliminary estimate is that it should be a tentative attack," one of the guards hurriedly broke into the fat man's tent and whispered in the fat man's ear

"How is it upstream?" the fat man raised his head unexpectedly, looked at the map of the Sona River on the wall, and frowned slightly when he heard the report,

The first day of the Gallic army's onslaught was expected, just like he didn't know the specific crossing point of the Gallic army, and the Gallic army didn't know the reality of the defense on this section of the river, more than 100,000 troops, thousands of casualties were still bearable, but the location of the other party's attack was illogical, according to the fat man's prediction, if the enemy wanted to forcibly cross the river, the best place to cross the river must be here, but the report obtained made the fat man re-examine the map on the table, most of the black smoke that came into contact with the enemy was concentrated in the upper reaches, and the location near the sea port was not, whether the other commander was not familiar with the terrain, or had other intentionsThe fat man's pen put a big question mark on the map. "Your Majesty, I went upstream to take a look, the fight was too chaotic, the archers of the other side pressed up in pieces, I was afraid that the upstream ones would collapse?" Salon walked in from the outside in a confused hurry, "Collapse? I don't dare to say anything else, at least the Denian people can withstand it." On the first day of the battle, the other party will not press it with all his might!" the fat man was silent for a moment and shook his head, "Compared with the collision upstream, I care more about the enemy's true intentions!"

"The real intention? Majesty means that the other party deliberately hit the upstream first to attract our attention!" A cold light flashed in Salon's eyes, he was also an experienced and famous general, and he quickly realized the meaning of his lord,

"That's right, if you were leading the army, where would you choose to cross the river from" The fat man nodded, withdrew his gaze from the map, and turned around

"Naturally, downstream, the closer the river is to the estuary, the more water surface and silt will be deposited, and eventually a large alluvial plain will be formed at the estuary, and the current will begin to become gentle, and under normal circumstances, you can pass through it even on foot" Salonn stared at the map a few times, and said affirmatively, "I thought the same way, but now it seems that the other party is more sophisticated than we thought" The fat man put his pen heavily on the map, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, and said" The commander of the opposing side obviously saw through that our center of gravity was downstream, so as soon as he came, he concentrated his forces to storm the upstream, hoping to attract the attention of our army based on this, and if the attraction was successful, he would take the opportunity to seize the downstream, and if we sat idly by, he would simply penetrate the upstream and let the army swim through."

"This guy must be a madman!" Salon's face turned slightly pale, "Stanley Spencer, a famous general in the eastern battlefield of the Gallic Empire, according to the information I have obtained, this guy's best thing is to storm and break the enemy with force, once he breaks through the upstream by surprise and sweeps with all his strength, our scattered defense along the river is a fish to be slaughtered" The fat man took a deep breath and said slowly

"Boom" a muffled thunder in the sky resounded in the middle of the low clouds, "Lord Commander-in-Chief, enemy reinforcements have arrived, and the Third Army has attacked halfway through, and has to give up!" A Gallic herald came galloping on horseback, galloping and dismounting in a wooded field downstream,

A middle-aged man about forty years old was squatting by the river by the tributary of the river in the woods, throwing a fist-sized stone into the churning river.

Seeing the stone sinking to the bottom of the water, the middle-aged man stood up with satisfaction, patted the soil in his hand casually, and said, "Immediately block the flow of all nearby tributary rivers, and our army will cross this Sona River on foot!" (To be continued......)