In the dark night, on the black surface of the river, you can only see a huge dark color, quietly, only very faint starlight, the moon hides behind the dark clouds, the whole sky is gray, as if it is going to rain, the air is also very suffocating, there is not the slightest wind, The humid and stimulating air on the river surface made the patrol cavalry along the river feel a little cold, and the banks of the river where hundreds of thousands of troops confronted each other, in such a night, both the Northwest Coalition Army and the Gauls seemed to be deliberately keeping quiet, and they were trying to reduce the noise in their own direction as much as possible.

In the second half of the night, the torches were blown in the night wind, the red sparks thunderbolted from the top, and the riverbank where more than 100,000 troops gathered "stamped" A roaring footsteps came from the other side of the river, which attracted the attention of the riverside. "Watch out for the enemy!" shouted the patrol cavalry galloping along the river, causing the entire river bank to explode,

"Crossbowmen, take the river!" Countless soldiers emerged from the Falcon barracks, and the riverbank was quickly filled with soldiers. "150 meters ahead!" With the shouts of the captain of the bow and crossbow squadron one after another, a nervous battle spirit filled the air, the well-trained falcon crossbowmen, discharged several firing lines, knelt on one knee, leaned forward, the foot-operated infantry heavy crossbow in his hand was slightly raised, aiming at the river in front, on the opposite river beach, there was also a hustle and bustle of people and horses, countless torches were like rivers illuminating the earth, and from behind the adobe on the other side of the river came out like stars.

"Line up!"

The neighing of war horses came with the wind, and in the light of the torches on the opposite side, you could see countless Gallic soldiers in heavy armor gathering, and a cluster of black shadows appeared on the opposite embankment with the sound of the wind, and the Gallic regiment discharged ten infantry formations on the edge of the river, like a huge trapezoidal queue,

The battle flags of a hundred Gallic squadrons were blown by the night wind. There was an exhilarating rattle, a wide Gallic shield like a door, painted with a red cross, illuminated by the firelight, like a lit flame, and on the far left of each procession was the towering Gallic eagle flag, the flagpole made of pure copper, and the red flag hung on the top of the winged eagle, blown by the riverside wind. The linear-shaped formation of the entire infantry in Gaul reflects a very high military quality, giving people a mountain-like feeling in the dark night

"Your Excellency," a Gallic general wearing a lion-shaped helmet, turned around and bowed his head to the oncoming Stanley Spencer,

"General Pyrenees, I'll leave it to you," Stanley Spencer stopped his horse high above the river, his eyes swept over the battle formation in front of him, and a flash of heat flashed in his eyes, and it would take not only courage but also courage to throw a full 30,000 troops into battle as bait, and these imperial warriors would take on the heavy responsibility of attracting the attention of the opposite side when the army crossed the river. Although it was only a strong attack, in order to convince the other party that the necessary losses were inevitable, his eyes were full of coldness. Tonight's Sona River is destined to be stained red with human blood, but the rising sun tomorrow will witness the glory that shines on the empire "Don't worry!" The Gallic general in the lion's helmet grinned slightly, "I will let those barbarians in the northwest know." They are just a bunch of wretched creatures in front of the rolling iron of the Imperial army! Look at the dark clouds tonight, my lord. We are all looking forward to the fact that this battle of the Northwest will be finalized in the hands of adults!"

"Okay, we'll see you across the river!" Stanley Binsai nodded excitedly, a famous fierce general in the Fourth Army of Pyrenees Gaul, the Pyrenees legion under his command is all Gallic hoplites, known for being good at attacking the empire, and when Stanley Binsai's figure disappears,

The Pyrenees turned around, looked at the opposite bank of the river lined with archers, and raised his hand high, "Trebuchet, hit me!"

"Wow" is like suddenly tearing open the crack of a storm, hundreds of trebuchets behind the adobe, suddenly bounce a huge lever into the air, whirring, countless ignited fireballs, violently dragging out dazzling tails of light in the air, like meteors pouring into the black sky to exude warmth, countless red fire points, like raindrops in the air burst open, everyone's eyes are in these white lights, feel an indescribable burning sensation

"Attention, catapults!" The falcon crossbowman didn't expect the other party to play this hand, and there was a sudden chaos,

"Forward!"

The Gallic army began to move forward with a shout, thousands of troops rushed to the river, the dense rain of arrows poured down on the opposite side, the sound of the bowstring vibrating neatly, like a dense raindrop hitting the ground in the dark night, a dazzling cold light with a violent whistling sound hit the face, and the sharp arrows brought out a rainstorm of white lines, forming a waterfall-like wonder in the heavy rain.

The Gallic soldiers behind the shields were shot in unison, and countless blood bloomed like flowers in their crowded ranks.

"Forward, rush!"

Under the powerful blow of arrows, the Gallic army that stepped into the river was as if it had been hit head-on by an invisible hand, and it fell down one by one.

Countless clusters of arrows shot the soldiers who were struggling to advance in the water into bloody holes, but no one took these casualties seriously, and the terrible howls of the soldiers who were hit by arrows in front were completely ignored, and it was too normal for people to die in battle. But even under such a powerful blow, the vanguard of the Gallic army still continued to advance in the rain of arrows without retreating, the collision of black and red, in the mud mixed with human blood, the sound of killing and screaming mixed together, the scene was chaotic like a pot of boiled gruel,

The soldiers raised their shields to protect the top of their heads, and slowly moved forward in the waist-deep water, the water on the surface of the river was obviously reduced to a minimum with the efforts of both sides, even if it reached the deepest part of the middle of the river, the river could only flood their chests, and the gentle flow of the water could no longer impulse the soldiers in heavy armor, and the Gallic soldiers who found this seemed to be even more aroused, because they thought that they were blocking the tributaries, so the current depth of the river is like this, without the obstruction of the river, there is no doubt about the front and the flat ground," Poof. "There were more soldiers along the river who stepped into the river without hesitation, splashing up patches of water, and the whole river seemed to be tumbling, and the dense Gallic soldiers leaned to the shore in the current,

"Spearmen in line!" With a loud shout, the falcon crossbowmen on the riverside retreated like a tide, and the heavy spearmen with shields entered the battlefield in an orderly manner from behind.

"Quick, we're rushing to the riverbank!" shouted a Gallic soldier excitedly as he stepped on the river's edge with half his foot. The resistance of the other party was lower than expected, but the dense spears in front of him made his shouts come out, and these heavy gunmen in heavy armor were like a pack of wolves appearing in the cold rain,

The heavy gunners of the Southern Army, all veterans of the war, did not press on the Gauls who climbed the river, but hid behind heavy shields in a sophisticated column, and erected a huge array of guns with sharp spears in their hands that were enough to destroy the enemy, and the dense queue was like a wall of steel.

The soldier's gaze was inspired by a kind of contempt for a qiē ferocity, as a melee class, the pikemen often suffered the largest battle losses of each class, the two armies were staggered, only the brave could survive, the pikemen looked at the Gauls who climbed ashore one by one, their eyes were cold as if they were looking at the dead, only so. They were able to overcome the fear in their hearts to the greatest extent and let themselves survive the tragic confrontation with the assassination. If there is a storm or thunder or something like that, the blood in their body will be completely stimulated.

"Forward!"

"Forward" both sides shouted at the same time, and the pikemen marched forward in unison. The cold gaze was filled with bloodthirsty madness, and a Gallic soldier had just climbed the river's edge when he was stabbed in the head by a heavy spearman, and the yellow and white objects splashed the faces of his companions behind, and countless black armor formed a torrent. "Bang" 10,000 spearmen formed a circle, slammed into the Gauls who were running towards the river beach, like a hammer that slammed into the flour pile, countless blood rain accompanied by stumps flew into the air, bloody wind and rain, a strong smell of blood hit the face, and the hundred Gallic soldiers who had just climbed ashore were completely crushed.

The heavy gunman did not stop, but continued to move forward, stepping into the river, "go up!" and "kill"

The two armies actually fought in the middle of the river, swords and swords, the two sides of each other were rolling in the waist-high water, and the spears brought up strings of bright red human blood, flowing down the river, and the river was red, under the illuminated torches, it looked so weird.

"Lord Duke, what a fierce Gaul!" beside him, a knight of the Denia Guard, gasping for breath from the mouth of a knight of the Denia Guard, beside him, the Duke of Denia struggled to draw his sword from the corpse of a Gallic soldier, and the blood of the Gallic soldier flew out and splattered him in the face,

Raising his head, the scene in front of him made the Duke of Denia gasp, on the opposite bank of the river, the Gallic soldiers as if they couldn't finish killing, holding their weapons and rushing to plop and plop into the blood water that drowned to their waists, the crowd was surging, looking down from above, it seemed that the entire river surface was covered, and with a rain of arrows falling along the river, countless scarlet liquids were splashed,

In his eyes at the moment, in the middle of the river, whether it is the Falcon Army or the Gallic Army, they are all fierce beasts, that is, they bite with their teeth. With their feet, they will also play an incredible combat power before they die, their proud Denia heavy infantry, although they have the advantage of troops, but they were crushed twice in just half an hour, this is a very frustrating discovery for the Duke of Denia, some things can be made up by equipment, and some need the accumulation of real combat,,

The Duke of Denia rules the country with an iron fist, but he has always been held back by his old opponent Russende, and it is the first time that he has really encountered such a tragic battle, he knows that the area that the opponent is attacking is actually the defense line of the Falcon Army, and he was just lucky to be swept across,

But even with such an inadvertent sweep, the army of the Duke of Denia paid thousands of losses in just over half an hour to drive the Gauls down the river, while the Falcon Army could be on par with the Gallic army with great momentum, and even faintly had the upper hand

It is enough to show that the gap between the Denia army and the Falcon army is huge, and those small power countries needless to say, they are almost collapsed at the touch of a button, and even the army of the Duke of Dunkiel was also crushed by these routs, if it were not for the Falcon Army to make up in time, the defense line along the river would be like the first exit

The army was fighting fiercely, and the fast horses that reported the battle report also galloped into the main falcon camp.

At this time, the main camp of the Falcon Army is a rare tranquility, only the sound of ten thousand crossbows fired in unison from the direction of the river, looking from the direction of the main camp, countless metal white lines across the 50-meter-wide river, bringing up a piece of dead blood, the Gallic regular army steadily stepped into the river, and people were constantly hit by arrows, and the corpses were swept away by the river, which did not seem to be critical but was not optimistic

Four o'clock in the morning on June 5

An hour after the blood of the battle in the middle of the Sona River, the 100,000 Gallic troops, divided into four echelons, appeared in the lower shoals. With an order to attack, the 100,000 Gallic troops rushed down the river downstream, which was only waist-length.

The five-mile-long river was completely congested, and tens of thousands of infantry swriggled forward in the current

"Release!" Jagrin in charge of defense gave the order, and the 40,000 falcon defenders along the river rang out with the sound of death, countless boulders and rain-like arrows flew out with a terrible roar that pierced the air, and at the same time, the crossbow phalanx arranged on the two wings at the front of the river also began to diffuse into the sky, and the arrows falling from the sky clanged on the Gallic soldiers for an instant. There were countless screams on the river, and the Gallic army at the forefront was pierced by powerful crossbow arrows, and with clumps of blood, corpses floated up from the water,

The soldiers in the rear jumped over them and continued to advance, shouting wildly,

"First formation, retreat!" the Gallic soldiers rushed into the thirty-meter line, and the first-line crossbowmen ran back at a rapid pace. to dodge the counterattacks of the Gallic archers

"Second Formation, Put"

With the order, the hundreds of heavy ballistae in the Falcon Army's formation were neatly arranged, and the bowstring had been pulled apart in the shape of a half. The bowstring creaked in a tight "creaking", and only the word "put" could be heard, and the crossbow shot out at the opposite side with a violent whistling. The terrible sound of "fluttering" continued, and there was a ghost crying wolf howl in the darkness. After two rounds of shooting, the river in front of me resembled a thick stack of absorbent paper. Each one was full of the blood of the Gallic soldiers. More than 5,000 bodies were washed away by the current,

"Forward, kill those who go ashore backwards!"

Stanley Spencer gave an extremely strict order, one person retreated, and the whole team of fifty people was buried together, under such an order, the Gallic soldiers were completely like crazy, fifty meters of the river, there were corpses everywhere, and the Gallic soldiers carried the corpses forward,

The people in the back only cared about moving forward, moving forward, even if they wanted not to go forward, they were pushed forward by the people behind, the struggle of the soldiers in the front row had no effect at all, and countless sharp arrows continued to shoot into their bodies that were already completely devoid of breath, like a shield made of flesh and blood,

The corpses of countless Gallic soldiers rolled along the river, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was river water or blood water, and finally a group of Gallic soldiers rushed to the embankment, and they were greeted by thousands of long spears as neat as brushes, the tips of the spears all forward, and the Gallic soldiers who had no way back screamed fiercely, pounced on them, and were pierced by countless spears, more and more Gallic soldiers rushed ashore, and the two armies began to collide like two equally fierce waves, and the white-knuckle battle began. In an instant, thousands of soldiers strangled together, the blood of thousands of people splattered, the entire section of the river opened, and a thin layer of blood mist rose on the front of the two armies.

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Denia sent someone to report that the pressure in the middle section is too great, and he asked for support!" The military report was quickly delivered to the fat man who was located in the main camp downstream

"Midway? The fat man rolled his eyes disdainfully, the other party would throw the bait before launching a real attack, as early as he expected, since he knew the enemy's attack focus, the fat man had readjusted, and the strength in the middle section was reduced by half, otherwise even if the Gauls had twice as many people, they would not be able to cause so much pressure so quickly, and the half of the people who were intercepted were the real elite of the Falcon Army, 10,000 Central Army, 20,000 Southern Army heavy gunners, and 10,000 Salon's most proud assault heavy infantry, plus 40,000 heavy troops downstream, and the main force of the Falcon Army was almost all bet downstream"If it were really the middle section, the downstream would not be so lively!" Slowly getting up from his seat, the thick armor on the fat man's body made a sound of metal rubbing in the tent, casually picked up the exaggerated eagle wing helmet on the table, and asked, "How is the situation downstream?"

"The offensive was fierce, and two of our regiments were crushed!" replied the guard

"It's pretty much the same! Otherwise, it's not too boring!" the fat man said to himself, put on his helmet, fastened the collar of the white thorn pattern heraldic thorn armor, and dragged a red blood-like cloak out of the gate of the military tent, and from where he stood, the sky above the riverside was already shrouded in a huge red light,

The sound of the tragic battle came with the wind, which made the blood boil in the body of any warrior the most,

The footsteps stopped at the tent gate, the fat man's eyes swept over the quiet army in front of the military tent, the entire front of Guangping was full of people, and the 50,000 elites who were drawn out of the middle section had been waiting here for most of the night, if the Gauls did not come, they would be disappointed

Seeing the figure of the falcon appear at the tent gate, 50,000 of the most elite hoplites held spears in one hand, while kneeling neatly on one knee in front of the fat man, under each cold steel helmet, there were a pair of eyes full of heat, full of worship for their own monarch and the desire to fight,

"In the name of the god of war, I asked you one last time, are you all ready?"

The fat man's gaze was like lightning, sweeping the faces of the soldiers, scattering into a slightly untidy quadrangle, and the neatly arranged armor and bayonet spears could not be seen at a glance.

The silent legion, only the night wind shouted, and what the fat man saw was the unwavering expectation, loyalty, trust, and enthusiasm in the eyes of the soldiers, "Since this is the case, then let the killing intent of the imperial legion rush into the sky like a flame of the prairie tonight!"

The fat man pulled out a half-arc sharp war knife, and in the fat man's hand, Samour let out a knife sound that resounded through the sky,

Tens of thousands of heavily armored soldiers looked moved, and the military spirit climbed to the extreme in the sound of swords, shouting in unison

"Victory!

The sound shook the wilderness, and countless sharp and cold infantry spears were like dense steel forests, raised in unison at this moment,

Looking at the dense soldiers and the spears that flashed like snow in the night, the fat man's knife fell, and at this moment, a rolling sound like thunder came from the direction of the upper reach. (To be continued......)