: One thousand seven hundred and eighty-three The turning point in the north (4)

The brightly lit military camp account can clearly see the traces of the fierce battle under the city, the flat grass and shrubs, the broken arrows and the dead bodies of the black sè, which was green. The bottom of the city wall was completely replaced by a tragic,
Gaul's new northern army commander Yald sat on the main seat and looked at Figueres accused by others. There was a trace of unclear emotion in his eyes. He raised his hand slightly and said with a deep voice ! The battle during the day is a mistake. When no one makes a mistake, everyone gathers to arrange the battle for tomorrow!"
"Adult, if this fiasco is so calm, I am afraid that the soldiers will not fight in peace tomorrow!" Noah stood upright in his position, and the stubbornly said, "Please ask the adult to make a punishment." It was decided that the Figueros Army would not be eligible to participate in the siege of tomorrow!"
"What, why is our army not eligible to participate!" Hearing this sentence, Figueros's fist on the table was heavily smashed on the table, angrily said, "Everyone has always insisted on the purpose of fighting desperately, is it not to defeat the Slavs? And our army has not failed. Now that we have reached the final step, how can we deprive our army of its right to participate in the war!"
"Do you still need a reason? A defeated general who has shamed our army! What are the qualifications to become a person who enjoys the glory of capturing the city of Nagold?" The Nuya God's disdainful mouth slightly skimmed "And please don't forget, Philippines The Gros Army is a controversial and miscellaneous army, looting the nobles and civilians in the occupied area. Do you want to make such a unit a joke in the history of the empire?"
"you!"
Figueros almost vomited blood. He knew that many generals did not look down upon themselves. His rapid rise made many people see it as a nail. In order to encourage his subordinates to fight bravely, the Figueros Army’s reputation in some areas was not Okay, but there is no denying that the excellent contribution of Figueros Army in defeating the Slavs
"Isn't it? No matter what you say. レ;思♥路♣客レ is only the bloodline of the slaves of the Northwest, what qualifications do such people have to be included in the history of the Empire!"
Noah looked at Figueros, who was desperately angry, flicked his lips contemptuously, held out his hand, made a gesture of petition to all the generals present, and said, "If you have any dissatisfaction with the punishment, then according to tradition, it will be decided The power is given to all the people here, how! Now everyone decides by raising their hands whether this Naguld siege battle requires the Figueros army to participate!"
"This method is good! Just do it." A general of the Imperial Guard faction nodded and said yes.
"Don't let Figueros participate in the war? This is really..." More generals looked at each other, and to be fair, Figueros' combat strength was indeed very strong. All the way through the northern region, the prestige is extremely strong, making up for the rise of this undefeated general, just like the sun rising in a black night sky, compared with other light sources that are only stars, it is really too dazzling! To say that no one in the general is jealous is absolutely a lie.
"I don't approve of Figueres' participation in the war!" A general of the local army faction hesitated. Stand up and express your position first,
"Berg, you!"
Figueres looked at the general in surprise. Boss with unbelievable eyes, his eyes are about to burst,
He did not expect that the first person to stab a knife in his back would be Berg of the 11th regiment of the Northern Army. He clearly remembered that during a encounter half a month ago, the general Berger was besieged by a Slav in a valley because of his invasion. It was he who brought the troops out of the Slavs to rescue him. At that time, the Berger who was grateful, but vowed to express his gratitude to himself! He even made a request to the Legion Department to transfer the Eleventh Regiment to Figueres.
To this end, the chief of the Northern Army Yald personally asked Figueros for his opinions, because he knew that the Eleventh Regiment was an extremely poor force and had a bad record of selling weapons and materials in private. Figueres refused With this proposal, everyone knows that in the local army of the second-tier troops, when it comes to weapons and equipment, the Figueros army can even compete with the first-tier troops. If you let this moth that privately sells weapons and equipment come in, who knows that it will come out What a mess!
"Abandoning personal selfishness is matter-of-fact. I think Lord Figueros's army is indeed not suitable for the battle against Nagold tomorrow!" Berger stood upright in front of everyone's eyes and looked fearless in Figueros. Under his eyes, there was no slight embarrassment on his face.
"Because Lord Figueros is not a Gaul in my true sense! This is enough. The battle of Nagold is related to the empire's final blow to the north, and it is destined to be loaded into the history of the Gaul Empire. Event, if the Figueros army participates in the war, do you want such a glorious glory to be taken away by a Northwestern man!"
"This one....."
The generals below moved, and began to move, whispering to each other, and even some generals who wanted to refute Berger, hesitantly silenced, set aside the chaos anyway, to save the kingdom from the downfall, and the peak of military glory. But so! Berger's words can be said to be in the hearts of the generals. What is the reason for everyone to fight so hard? Wealth and status are certainly pleasing, but if compared with the eternal name, then there is really no comparable. Think about it hundreds of years later, when future generations mentioned this war of turning around the current situation, mentioned that The admiration of all the famous names, no warrior can refuse such glory
"Yeah, if that's the case... I don't agree with the Figueros to fight!" said another local general.
"I disagree!"
"Everyone is a hero in restoring the North. Why should the greatest glory be given to a Northwesterner!" The opposing generals are increasing, and soon, almost uniform voices occupy the military account, and Figueros fists Standing there clenched, lonely like a leaf drifting in the wind, staring at the faces of these colleagues, his face turned pale, not all of the loudly opposed colleagues are all guards factions, More turned out to be generals of the local military faction like themselves, and many of them had also received their own help
"Jealous face is really disgusting"
Figueros looked back inexplicably and raised his head. There was blood flowing out of the cracked eye socket, like blood and tears
It was not the jealousy of these colleagues that made Figueros the most sad. It was the silence of Yald, the commander of the Northern Army. This person who is regarded as a benefactor has the same idea in his heart. Can be qualified to grab the most dazzling laurel of the Northern War!
Just then, a young officer in the clothing of the Guards walked in from the door of the large tent, followed by four Guards soldiers behind him. His gaze swept over the chaotic military account, and there was a fearful chill all over his body. His appearance attracted the eyes of everyone in the military account, and the sound of argument stopped.
The officers of the Imperial Guard stood upright, with a kind of compelling pressure, and said coldly, "Will that one be Lord Alder!"
"I am Yard"
Yard unexpectedly stood up from the main seat, his eyebrows together involuntarily, his current position is the chief of the northern army. He also served as the honorary leader of the Imperial Guard. Since the other party is also an imperial guard, why is it so pretentious!
"Sir Yard, this is Spencer, the captain of the first team of the special guard of the Guards!" The officers of the guards walked over. Stopped in front of Yard and performed a military salute respectfully
"Special forces!"
Yard's face changed slightly. Since he was born in the Imperial Guard, he naturally knew the meaning of the special forces. That was the most loyal force of His Majesty the Emperor. In addition to maintaining the Emperor’s safety, his main responsibility was to monitor the movements of the Emperor’s team. Under normal circumstances, he will not directly come forward, so Yard also sees the special forces for the first time!
"This is His Majesty's emergency order, please look around!"
The officers of the Imperial Guard glanced at Yard, and stepped forward to take out a roll of paper sealed in red paint from his arms, and handed it over respectfully after saluting,
God Alder took the paper weirdly and opened it carefully. The emperor's seal on it made his face look ugly. After reading it, he glanced at Figueros' direction and hesitantly whispered. "Isn't such a decision too sloppy, just because of that... after all..." A series of vague voices, it seems that Yard is also shocked, and Spencer interrupted him coldly. The words "This is your majesty's order. In order to avoid the hidden dangers of the empire, some people must be supervised. Please hand us over to us!"
"Okay, hope to be kind!"
Yard took a deep breath and knew that in the face of the style of the special forces directly under His Majesty the Emperor, he said that no matter how futile, he ordered to Figueros "Figros, you go with them! Don't think about it Too many, this is a collective survey of all the Teijin people associated with the Northwest, I believe you will be fine!"
"Northwest? Northwest again!"
Figueros shuddered slightly, his fingers clenched together, and there was a feeling of pain in his palm, coldness spreading like ice, watching the murky backs of Figueres taking away Figueros , The entire military account fell into silence, "Start now, arrange tomorrow's attack!" Yard's voice cheered everyone's jīng god,
There was a touch of joy and relief in the eyes of the generals, now it's okay, no longer living under the shadow of this Northwester!
The next day, when the morning light did not shine through the sky, the wet water vapor of cháo flowed like a leucorrhea in the mountains and forests. The Gaul army scattered outside the city of Nagold began to operate, and the infantry cluster began to gather in the loud horn The battle flag flying in the wind made a slap in the wind, and the huge siege equipment was pushed out. Under the siege equipment like a giant, there were large squirming black lines. Thousands of people were turbulent, the Gaul army stopped a thousand meters in front of the wall of Nagold, and an alarming number of soldiers were like a river that could drown everything.
"ready!"
Countless Slavic bows shook hands on the city of Nagold, and the clusters of arrows erected toward the sky were cold, like a dense galaxy on the wall,
The Gauls began to move forward slowly. Five thousand Gaulian guards wearing heavy armor and holding a Wu-shaped knight's shield walked at the front of the entire cluster, and the back faced the five Gauls. Regular infantry regiments, holding pennants representing their respective squadrons. The queue has a dense history like a forest of cold light gun blades, crowded heads, bright armor, like a big carpet that can’t see the end, you can’t see your head to the left, you can’t see to the right To the end. As the red of the east rises on the horizon. The Slavic generals on the wall were finally able to see the formation opposite. Suddenly his face became very dignified,
An army of nearly 200,000 troops, covered with mountains and wilderness, directly submerged the land in front of the city of Nagold, the shiny silver armor, the shiny reflective shield, and the huge squares lined up one after another. , Thousands of boots stopped over the earth covered with grass, and the original face of the earth could hardly be seen. There seemed to be only the sound of the rhythmic wind blowing from heaven to earth. It seemed extremely depressed. The blood was bright red dawn behind him. The sunlight slowly rose behind the Gaul army. The horses and horses were as tired as the dark clouds oppressing the sky. Once an attack was launched, it would be broken.
"Raise the flag of death, tell everyone, this battle. We have no way out!"
Slavic General Monwak, who was holding the battlement mouth, took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze from the siege tower in front of the Gaul army, and commanded the commander behind him loudly, such a big scene. Even for him, his heart was beating uncontrollably and fiercely, with a little trembling and fluke in his voice, fortunately. Yesterday did not reveal the real hole card, otherwise it will be miserable now
200,000 siege troops,
Almost equal to one fifth of the entire Slavic population. Such an endless, huge sea-like enemy, if not still holding the bottom card, will also feel the strength of the other party from the bottom of his heart, involuntarily feel weak, and finally even the resistance will be lost, but now Monwak What I thought was to come, come, more, and soon the Gauls will know how stupid it is to attack Nagold!
"It is the battle flag of Slavic General Monwak!" The Yard face examined outside the city saw the triangular flag rising at the top of the watchtower coldly, recognized the mark represented above, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth. Meaning, he raised the magnificent golden pendant in his hand and pointed to Nagourd in the distance and said aloud to the generals behind him.
"Did everyone see it? Nagold is close at hand. The enemy’s commander is Monwak. In the Slavs, he is called the master of tactics and defense. He is a very difficult opponent. Encountered, but according to his ability, or can deal with one to two times the strength, but absolutely can not resist our four times the strength, so this battle, our army will win without suspense, you are ready to meet the soldiers Is the highest honor prepared?"
"Please order!"
The generals excitedly rubbed their hands and replied neatly. Behind them were the ranks of Gaul infantry clusters. The left and right wings were like wings of giant birds. The countless Gaul flags fluttered in the wind. In front of the army, everyone will be confident!
"Then start attacking! Before dark, take Nagold! Destroy the Slavs!" Yald pulled out his sword, held it high, and shouted loudly
The cavalry was ordered to fly from the back row and yelled "strike, strike! Slalom!"
"Kaka" the heavy siege tower was pushed, the infantry below raised the bayonet in full, the queue slowly moved forward, the long spear tips were all up, as if a piece of spear suddenly appeared on the ground In the woods, the Gaulian Guards held the battle shield in their hands and were at the forefront as attacking forwards. Their unique red shirts made all soldiers feel awe-inspiring.
On the two wings of the siege tower are the dense Gaul light infantry. These light infantry are covered from the side, from slow to running, to Mercedes, and then advance at a terrible speed, just like the plain wind howling Passing through the mountain forest, the leaves of wild grass flew. The powdery crushed leaves were rolled up by the wind
"Shè strike!" With a shout, the Slavic shè hands on the city wall loosened their bow strings neatly, just like the sound of the storm swept through the storm. The Gauls felt that the sky in front suddenly fell dark, like a large black cloud. Obscured the beauty of the sky,
"Attention, lift the shield!" The Gaul Guards skillfully raised the shield, and the large clusters of arrows fell like a rainstorm. The dark clouds instantly turned into a deadly metal frenzy. The clusters of arrows flying around made all the shields behind. The Gauls felt that their entire scalp was erected, as if it had been passed by countless locusts,
Some of the soldiers in the chaotic arrows shattered under this storm~EbookFREE.me~ The body wearing heavy infantry armor trembles unnaturally in the rain of arrows,
The bright red blood flowed out of the armor worn by shè, the shield fell to the ground, and the whole person became a monster filled with arrows,
Once my knees are soft, I kneel on the ground and never get up again,
"Keep going!"
The Captain of the Gaul Infantry stabilized all the voices, the military order became more and more iron, the shields were lined up, and the shield in his hand was held high above his head.
The huge steel phalanx, the shield covering the earth, resists the dazzling sunlight, just like a large strip of snow,
The formations were charging forward, and the heavy and steady footsteps were firm and fearless.
The first wave of strikers composed of nearly 50,000 people finally leaned on the wall of Nagold. With the heavy siege tower crane falling down heavily, it hit the gate of the wall of Nagold.
"Kill!" Almost instantly, the turbulent man cháo slapped against the hard rock wall, turning into a scary scarlet splash between the two armies. )