: 1812 Falcon Arrow (3)

The chaos of the 9th Infantry Regiment at the rear of the palace has caused panic among other troops. The 8th Infantry Regiment in the middle position quickly arranged a line of defense. As the discipline of the 8th Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard Department, before this chaotic raid Showing astounding qualities,
After discovering that the Ninth Infantry Regiment was stabbed by someone behind him, the 11,000th Infantry Regiment not only did not panic, but quickly occupied the commanding heights on both sides of the road in an orderly manner, avoiding being the object of the cavalry slaughtered in flat areas. With the commander's order, the cavalry screamed loudly, flying like a arrow through the lined-up soldiers. The flag of the Eighth Infantry Regiment was erected at the top of the mound, facing the wind and earth. A terrible cry from the direction, making a loud noise
The eighth infantry commander, Lescat, gave orders calmly and arranged the defense line in an orderly manner.レ;思♥路♣客レ He originally wanted to turn around and fight to support the Ninth Infantry Regiment, but after seeing the flag of his colleague Andrew Lechal cut off in just ten minutes, he knew that the Ninth Infantry Regiment had Completely and completely, continuing to stubbornly choose to rescue will only make the form more unbearable,
The Eighth Infantry Regiment, with the three thousand imperial guards as its main body, was formerly the Gaul Imperial Guards No. 7 Squadron. This is an army with a glorious tradition. It was a major battle that defeated 100,000 Slavic troops in Ankara. The Seventh Squadron of the Guard entered the battle as an important wing,
The Battle of Ankla was a gamble by the Gauls, and against the 100,000 army of the Slavs with a strength of less than 30,000, this is a battle of life and death, a battle destined to be only life or death, Those who can survive are all warriors!
At the most critical moment in the battle of Ankra, heavy rain poured down, and the raindrops hit the muddy swamp ground, and human blood was like cheap dye. It stained all the places where people stepped on it, mixed with rain, and formed a large red blood stain in the swamp.
The Slavs most thought that the main force of heavy infantry in the cold was introduced into the swampy muddy because of the large consumption of physical strength. These brave men wearing dozens of pounds of heavy armor have been breathless, and some of them are sitting on the ground, and in front of them, they are the Gaul heavy cavalry as the last blow. The knight's gun, like a storm, rushed down the of the swamp towards the group of strong men, and the heavy heavy horses stepped on them with a thunderous momentum
"Rescue. Hurry!" The bleak cry of the trumpet echoed from the top of the sky full of raindrops, like a whimper before the dying beast, the black-pressed infantry swarmed like ants. The Slavic light infantry who found that the situation was wrong on the side, from the collapse to the start of a counterattack,
"kill!"
Blood was sloshing in the wind and rain, and the blood-red ribbon was tied to the forehead of the tribal war officer of the Slavs who had rarely been on the front line. The war team held a terrifying behead. In the back, everything dared to retreat to the latter and hacked to death in the mud,
Behind them are the heads of seven previously broken General Slavs, which were suspended above the battle flag to inspire morale ahead,
The cold rain hit his face. But it was dissipated by the heat exhaled from the mouth, and the smell that flew into the nose made the whole world look red. Under such stimulation, even the Slavs who had always been sloppy in combat, everything went crazy at that moment. After that, the gun was folded, the armor was cut into pieces, and the Gauls and the Slavs rushed forward with bare hands, writhing in the muddy water of the ground, rolling into a ball, whether it is the Gauls or the Slavs, here For a moment, everyone became a beast that survived only instinctively. The clang of weapons blocking, the injured were trampled by the horses and issued a terrible scream, the dead fell to the ground.
In the whirlpool of fierce battle between soldiers and horses, blood flowed like a canal under heavy rain.
The scary barbarians broke out in Mrs. Scala, and the Gaulian Guards wearing heavy armor broke down three layers. Every minute and every second, the Gauls Guards flanks were decreasing. Suddenly, one The Slavic officers who rushed into the queue of the Gaul Guards received a flag of the Gaul army, and the giant sword built by jīng iron would be cut off.
"No! Don't! Stop him! Kill him!"
In the whizzing wind, the Slavic officer was instantly turned into a hedgehog, and two Slavic infantrymen flew up and took the flag from him. A young Gaulian guard soldier threw himself up, striking with lightning. One was split, and the big hand grabbed the flag, but the other corner was caught by the Slavs.
The two robbed each other unscrupulously, hacked each other, and kept moving. For a moment, both of them were covered with bruises and blood spewed, but no one refused to give in, and no one would let go! This is the fight between the warriors and the warriors, until the two bodies are cut by the opposite weapon almost at the same time.
The weapon slammed, sparks splashed, the wounded were groaning, the soldiers had already killed their red eyes, they were too burdensome to even take off their armor, and they were naked with their sharp sabers on the battlefield. It's smooth and greasy. It's a human body stepping on. I don't know if it's you or the other person. The thick smell chokes your nose. The 7th Squadron of the Gauls Guards flanked desperately to maintain the defensive line, and 3,700 guards resisted the counterattack of the tens of thousands of Slavs. At this time, the defense line was subjected to the severe test of the storm and the waves of attack. Wave after wave
It was like a small boat desperate to maintain stability in the stormy sea. It persisted until the end of the battle three hours later. The Slavs’ offensive was smashed. The Gaul’s light cavalry chased the Slavs’ army. With the last effort, the enemies who have been unable to run are nailed with a spear,
Leskat, the squadron leader, was dug from the corpse
Shoulders, waist, and; ribs inserted three swords by the Slavs wide sword, thighs were torn off a two-pound piece of meat by the Slavs' mace spikes, but he was not dead, and his hands stretched straight towards it Gaul's military flag whose handle has been torn apart by two bodies
"Sir, the battle flag is kept, we won!"
Seeming to understand what he meant, his subordinates whimpered and knelt down, covered in blood, and silenced all around him. In front of him was a pile of corpses like Shura Hell. Lescart glanced hard, tears blurred his sight, enough for three In the seventh squadron of more than 1,000 people, there are less than fifty remaining people who can stand up.
Lescat stood at a high place, and he knew the situation in front of him at a glance. There were tens of thousands of cavalry falcon empires, and they were as fast as a tiger. Under such a large group of sturdy cavalry, even if he himself could not be able to carry it Compared with the Falcon Empire Cavalry who rushed back and forth on the head of the Ninth Infantry Regiment like the Flood Beast, he was more concerned about those black spots that had completely lost their fighting will, and the mountains and fields were chaotically worn. That was just thinking about how to escape. The collapse of the 9th Infantry Regiment,
Collapsed companions are the most terrible enemies, they will break up their queues and spread panic on everyone's head,
"Since it is a war, there must always be a sacrifice!"
The five fingers of Lescart’s right hand were clenched together, and became pale with force, blood in his eyes, but said coldly, "Subordinate the squadrons to prepare for battle! There are shock queuers, kill!" Then he slowed down Slowly pulled out his saber, and slammed into the ground under his feet.
With this sword as the target, before pulling the sword, any unauthorized retreat will be beheaded on the spot! "After that, he looked up at the sky. , The cold rain drops, just like in Ankara,
"Herring, there are those who attack the queue without permission, kill! Some who retreat without permission, kill!" Like him, the cold and merciless voice of the herald cavalry passed through the front of the army like a wind, and it was firm like the plateau in front. The earth, with a thick blood,
"Vertical gun!"
A uniform movement, a gun array dedicated to responding to the cavalry's impact, suddenly burst like a spike on the hedgehog's body. The soldiers' faces were full of perseverance. There is no doubt that if the broken army retreated to their In front, the soldiers will decisively pierce the long spear in their hands and pierce the target in front into a horse honeycomb. Whether it is an enemy or a companion, they must become a corpse. This is the sharp will of the battle, just like the ground under the feet. Fusion together, unshakable!
Not far away, the collapsed soldiers of the 9th Infantry Regiment were coming in
Gaul's Eighth Infantry Regiment like a gun. The first wave of people greeted, cháo, was not a falcon cavalry who was slaughtering with a knife~EbookFREE.me~ but a broken army that was throwing helmets and removing armor like ants on a hot pot, like a violent wave. On a solid dam,
The first row of soldiers squatted down and placed the five-meter spear bar on the ground, with the spear pointed forward, the second row of pikemen placed the spear bar on the shoulders of the first row of soldiers, and the third row of soldiers The lance was also placed on the shoulders of the second-row soldiers. The three rows of neat spears slanted forward, and the dense spearheads were like mountains!
Waiting for the "thorn" password, the thousands of spears in the first row will gather out the thorns at the same time, and the bright red blood flowers bloom in front of the array in an instant. "Why..." A Gaul collapsed and looked at the thorns in disbelief. Wearing the gunpoint of his body and holding a bleeding wound in his hand, I can't believe that he was the one who killed himself! Pieces of corpses lie in front of the array of the 8th Infantry Regiment,
"Mother, the Eighth Infantry Regiment is crazy, killing everyone!"
The broken army was frightened and yelled, the people in front were scared to lean back, and the people in the back couldn't stop the so-called forward. In front of them, the long spear tips were all moving forward, just like a piece of sudden appearance on the ground A forest of spears,
Under their horrifying gaze, rainwater mixed with blood water dripped from the metal spear tip of Hanguang Sishè, and dropped on the ground at the foot, leaving small red dots,