The rain unexpectedly stopped in the second half of the night, which is a good sign.

The horse's hooves trampled heavily in the rain of the long street, splashing on the corpses along the way, the human blood under the rain gathered into a red river, bubbling on the side of the road, the light rain mixed with the smell of blood, the sound of the horse's hooves breaking through the rainy night was particularly clear in the silent night,

The Gauls, who were hiding behind doors and windows on both sides of the street, watched in horror as the black cavalry swept through the long street like a wind, and their faces became more and more pale, and these black-armored cavalry kept a high degree of silence with grim expressions, which seemed so unreal,

"Your Majesty, the army has entered the city!" Salon's Northern Army is sweeping" A black-armored guard came from the front to report, the fat man waved his hand to the black-armored guard, and his eyes swept over the city cluster in front of him, "Tell Sù Salon, don't spread too widely, just clear out the five-mile range centered on the palace, and there is no need to pursue the fleeing Praetorian Guards, "Yes!" The black-armored cavalry galloped away,

"Order all armies not to kill too much, and assemble at the Gallic Palace!" The fat man's eyebrows rose, "Assemble now?" Besukaya's pretty face next to him showed a hint of surprise, and asked curiously, "Isn't this the best time to pursue the rout?" "Defeat the army?" The city gate has been blocked, even if the other party runs, they can't run out, the city in front of us is the largest city in the north of Obarro, more than ten miles long and wide, with a population of hundreds of thousands of people, and the internal streets are crisscrossed and crisscrossed, even with our troops. It can't be cleaned up overnight, and excessive pursuit will lead to unnecessary massacres."

The fat man's voice paused, and he clenched the reins of the war horse and said, "You are not a soldier, there are some things you don't understand! The elite who have been in battle for a long time are most likely to be affected by bad weather, such as heavy rain and thunder, which will make them burst out with a bloodthirsty anger, if they order to attack the city, such soldiers will become fierce beasts that are not afraid of death, if it is a field battle between two armies." Then it will become a killing machine, "If it is to face a prosperous Kyoto that is completely undefended" The fat man's voice stopped, his eyes flashed, "Will there be a slaughter?" Besukaya's body trembled slightly, and his heart tightened,

She also seemed to feel something, and the atmosphere around her was simply oppressive to the extreme, with lightning and thunder above her head, constantly hovering between light and darkness. The air was filled with the smell of rain and blood, and the closer you got to the direction of the palace, the more tragic the scene in front of you. As far as the eye could see, the streets were littered with water mixed with blood, corpses turned white in the rain, and no one knew how many people had died. "Be careful!" The fat man who was opening the road in front of him suddenly slowed down,

Besukaya found out that it was because the corpses in front of her had blocked the road, and there was a faint sound of water in front of her

"If you're not used to it. Let's go back first" The fat man turned his head and said, he didn't care, but he was a little worried that Besukaya would not be used to this kind of scene of Shura's hell, this is the outer edge of the palace, and it must be the most tragic place for fierce battles. Further, he couldn't guarantee what he would see!

"No, I'm fine!"

Besukaya's shell-like teeth bit on his lips, raised his head, his face suddenly turned pale, vomiting, an urge to retch, tonight's battle is centered on the palace, so the most people die here, from the main road of the city to the fork in the road, there are bloody battles everywhere,

The road had already turned blood-red here, and the walls on both sides were full of blood stains like flowers blooming, and walking in the period was like walking in hell, with corpses all over the ground, stumps and hands floating in the rain, and horses' hooves had little place to settle down, so they could only step on the soft corpses.

The silence all around, the click, the soft crackling sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the corpse, made people feel a kind of creepy fear,

The battle on the battlefield is not terrible, what is terrible is the scene after the battle, Besukaya, who has participated in the battle of the north, was also frightened, she didn't expect that the civil war could still be fought like this, it was even more tragic than the siege war, her fingers clenched the reins, and she was slightly white with nervousness,

"Tsk, your own people kill your own people, and killing this kind of Cheng dù can be regarded as a super level of ......!" she heard the fat man in front of her say in a low voice, she saw the source of the sound of water, and her rosy little lips finally couldn't close, spectacular? Or miserable! I can't describe what she thinks in her heart now,

I saw that there was a slope more than 20 meters ahead, and the corpses there were stacked more than a meter high.

A red wave of water, as if squeezed by a powerful force, like a whistling water dragon, shot down from the forty-degree slope where the pile of corpses was located, forming a dark red waterfall, these currents came from the convergence of other forks, the number was terrifying, the current hit the pile of corpses, scattered like ocean waves,

It can be seen that the aristocratic private army occupies an overwhelming advantage, because most of the corpses here are the costumes of the Praetorian Guards, the corners of the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, the woman Algernon Julia hit the iron plate this time, Jiang is still old and spicy, this sentence is really true, the ability of these guys to fight in Gallic Kyoto is not very good, in the muddy waters of conspiracy and infighting, I don't know how many ruthless characters who eat people and do not spit out bones, the palace in the center is being stripped off layer by layer, although the advance of the private army is slow, but it is only a matter of progress,

"It's a beautiful preemptive tactic, the person in charge should be the Minister of the Interior who has controlled the internal affairs of Gaul for thirty years!" The fat man gave a fairly pertinent evaluation, in this conspiracy-to-conspiracy battle, Algernon Giulia can be regarded as a complete defeat, and the aristocratic side showed the aggressive momentum of the last striker, set up an ambush in advance in the fierce battle position, and led the Gallic Janissaries into the ambush circle, a good Kyoto civil war, but it is ridiculous that Algernon Giulia did not realize at all that tens of thousands of elite Gallic Janissaries were killed by Yin in this way.

At the gates of the Gallic Palace, fierce battles continued, and the swords flashed in the distance!

Blood splattered, "Ahh

Although the city guards maintained their neutrality in the turmoil, this time the aristocratic coalition still numbered more than 30,000 people, and the strength of the Gallic palace was only 5,000, and the disparity in strength was huge. Then let go, drew a frightening arc, and slammed into the golden gate of the Gallic Palace, "Pop: the first time, the iron bar on the gate bent and flew out, bounced on the wall next to it, and fell to the ground with a grunt, the Gallic Palace never thought that it would one day need to be used as a fortress, so the decoration of this gate." Far greater than the practicality of war,

The car slammed into it again, and after the fifth blow, the palace gate began to shatter. The door bar that was deformed by Yan zhòng in the back was bounced out

A gap opened in the palace gate, "Kill!" The Falcon hoplites shouted loudly, like scavengers, brandishing melee flails and rushing forward with a thunderous force. The Gallic Janissaries, exhausted after a night of fierce fighting, saw the huge crowd of people after the gate was opened, and their eyes were red. Raising his shield and spear,

"Bang Bang" two waves that are also black collide at the city gate,

Thunder. Because the gap was too narrow, and the two armies were close to each other, except for the people in the front row, the weapons of the soldiers sent back did not have time to deploy, and they suddenly collided together. In a gap of only a few meters, thousands of people from the two armies rushed to kill, and the bodies of both sides were squeezed together

The soldiers were close to each other, their shields slammed into each other, and the two sides were not to say that they were fighting. They couldn't even turn around, but even so, the follow-up troops were still rushing forward in a steady stream, adding density to this dense whirlpool.

The Falcon hoplites have a stout body and a thick body of heavy armor. They can barely withstand the crowding in this way, but the poorly armored Praetorian Guards are unlucky,

In such a close crowd, no matter how high your individual ability is, the Praetorian Guards are so squeezed that they can't even stand on the ground, their ribs are broken, their legs are trampled off, their necks are broken, the thin soldiers are squeezed so much that they vomit blood, and from time to time there are dying whimpering sounds in the crowd

"Help......

The battle at the gap lasted for more than ten minutes, and the Praetorian Guard's block was finally broken, and half of the Praetorian Guards who were blocked there were killed, and the others began to flee, not because they didn't want to surrender, but because they had already killed Red Eyes just now,

"Attack!"

The heavy infantry group of the regular Falcon army that rushed into the palace gate was like a boulder of 10,000 tons rolling down from the high mountain, advancing heavily and unstoppably. Along the way, all you could hear was the crisp sound of the sword snapping and the wailing and screaming of the sword. A torrent of black ironclad rushed into the ranks of the reinforced Praetorian Guards, and a terrifying wail rang out. "Bastard, what are these, when did the nobles have such terrible soldiers!" The Gallic Praetorian Guard was already about to be abused, watching the situation turn around in an instant, and the people in front of them were chopped to pieces

They resisted desperately. Wielding swords and spears, they stepped forward, but their weapons were nothing more than white marks on the armor of these heavy infantry wearing heavy armor and like monsters, and the terrifyingly strong heavy armored soldiers ignored the attacks of these Janissary light weapons, and arched forward like fanged wild boars, "Kill, kill, kill!" The shouts of the soldiers on the opposite side were like climaxes, and under the blow of the heavy weapons in their hands, even the people with shields were smashed into flesh, and the short-handled giant axes swept past and cut off the people who were blocking in front of them, "My God!" The nobles and private soldiers of Gallic Kyoto in the back were stunned, and the private troops who were attacking the city wall to contain them all stopped, their eyes full of blood, as if they had been slapped countless times

What is called a killing machine, this is the real professional killing machine, killing people is like chopping vegetables and cutting melons, neatly waving weapons, stepping forward, and then neatly waving weapons, and then stepping forward, just like a group of old farmers who skillfully cut ears of wheat in the field, this is what they cut is the head, an obstacle in their way, the human body, limbs, armor, The weapons were crushed to pieces, and the queue of soldiers, who had been alive a second ago, turned into bloody scraps in an instant, and the traces that flickered in the night light carried a sense of art,

Compared to these real professional soldiers, the previous battle was almost like two children fighting,

This was Salon's Northern Army, a true elite army that marched north with 30,000 thousands of miles to defeat the more than 100,000 Gallic Northern Army. They have reached the point where they know the battle formations and formations of the Gauls to the point of the palm of their hands, and they are also the most powerful troops, they have faced more than 100,000 Gallic troops without changing their faces, not to mention standing in front of them is a group of stupid light infantry, and they quickly played a powerful momentum like a tiger descending the mountain...... Black, they are not private soldiers, they are the hoplites of the Falcon Empire!" Finally, a Praetorian Guard discovered that something was wrong in the dark, and his eyes focused on the dark armor that the other party thought was caused by the night, it was not the light of the night, but the black light. The armor of these god-killing gods is black,

He shouted loudly with a panicked expression, and immediately his head was cut off by a sharp axe, making his voice stop abruptly, "On the other side is the hoplites of the Falcon Empire!" The Praetorian Guards behind him collectively shuddered, and after a closer look, the god-killing armor on the opposite side was really black, black, too dark! The black ones were like a group of devils killing in, and the Praetorian Guards were very loyal. The fighting spirit is not low, but in order to seek a surprise, they are all lightly dressed tonight, because they do not think that the nobles will burst into resistance. Moreover, the nobles did not have hoplites, and hoplite armor has always been a strictly controlled contraband, but they were crushed by the opposing heavy infantry "It must be the nobles who opened the city gates, and the falcons entered the city!" The Janissaries looked angry. Look at the falcons and privates in an attack line, and with their feet can also think of what is going on, if the city gates are opened. There are 100,000 Falcon Empire troops outside the city!

The Praetorian Guard's mind was completely shaken,

The Praetorian Guards who held the palace were only a few thousand people, and the other party was more than 100,000.

The disparity in strength between the two sides is so great that I dare not think about it,

"I don't have the confidence to fight anymore!" The chaos is spreading, in the face of the more high-spirited Falcon hoplites, the Gallic Janissaries are timid, they look at the comrades in front of them fighting desperately and can't hurt each other, and those iron-clad giants with black horned helmets will smash their own flesh and blood with a random wave, and chop the corpses to pieces with a battle axe, and then think about the fact that there are still 100,000 enemies like this, no matter how brave the warriors are, they can't control his body and mind from being affected, and his fighting spirit plummets, even if the officers roar behind him, they still can't help but retreat step by step,

When the fat man arrived, the battle of the palace had come to an end, and the Salonian army really lived up to expectations, and took the vital Gallic palace cleanly and quickly, but Algernon Giulia did not find it, the fat man was not surprised by this, the huge Gallic palace, if there was not even a secret escape tunnel, then it would be called hell, Gallic Kyoto has completely stood on her side, and the woman has lost the most relied on the Praetorian Guard, and she is already powerless! In this Kyoto, if there are many people who want this woman to die, they can form a legion, so let the Gauls themselves solve it!

"Under the thunder, the result of a qiē blockade is to become a powder!"

"Yes, yes, such a strong army, it's really jaw-dropping, it really deserves to be the first army in the mainland, that woman doesn't measure herself, she uses her mantis arm as a car, and she is killing herself. ”

"Your Majesty is a soldier, and the first is in the world!"

A group of Kyoto nobles with tens of thousands of private soldiers behind them had already knelt down at the gate of the palace, and their mouths were like a tide of sycophants, which could be regarded as venting their inner joy, so dangerous, fortunately, it was Chengcheng, otherwise it would be themselves who became fans, and they really didn't choose the right one! Look at the group of butchers just now, killing the Praetorian Guards is like killing vegetables

The fat man raised his hand on the war horse, his eyes swept over, and a majestic momentum emanated, and he said loudly, "This is everyone's credit, I will not treat the family who participated in the battle of the palace tonight! You all expressed your loyalty to the empire with your own actions" "Xie Majesty!" The nobles showed joy on their faces one by one, the Vicchia Falcon was cruel, but it was still the kind of person who counted what he said, with tonight's capital, at least one-third of the industry could be saved,

Salonn knew the fat man's mind best, and found an opportunity, quietly leaned over to this dead slut, and said in a low voice with a smile, "Your Majesty, it's still me smart, now you can definitely rest assured, our people have completely controlled the palace, the front and back three floors, every door is guarded, see the dead, even a brick and a tile, a small silver coin, don't want to fly out of the palace, these are all empireal, all of them are Your Majesty!" "Well, this time is good, count you smart!" The fat man waved his hand to these surrendered Kyoto nobles, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was really happy in his heart, he was rich! Don't chase after the rout, for fear of causing excessive killing, in fact, the fat man is afraid that the private soldiers will take down the Gallic palace in advance, and after plundering, the losses will be great! When the time comes, it will always take a lot of effort to make these bastards spit out.

Salons really deserved to be his confidant, and when he heard this, he immediately went straight to the Gallic palace regardless of what kind of thing he was doing, and that was the big thing His Majesty cared about.

Finally caught up, the fat man glanced at the majestic palace group in front of him, the palace of a three-hundred-year-old empire, how much wealth is this, conservatively estimated to be more than 50 million gold coins, and the more than 20 million yuan spent by the empire in more than two months with soldiers was not only earned, but also a little rich. (To be continued......)