Realm of Power

The night wind howled in the cold night, blowing the flames and bringing a smell of burnt smell. At this night, the direction of Getaiya was already in a state of madness, and the rumbling sound of horse hooves covered up everything in the world. The sound of the earth trembled under the trampling of the horses, and it had mixed into a sound like a sea wave, forming an unstoppable momentum. The Sam army and the imperial cavalry collided, and countless people risked their lives to fight. At this moment , seemed to be quiet for a moment. Then all kinds of shouts and screams of killing and misery erupted in redoubled numbers. The blood was reflected clearly in the darkness. The collapse of more than 200,000 people suddenly pushed the life and death of the Martin Liya people to the edge of the cliff.

The tenacity of the Martin Liya people surprised the imperial cavalry commander. Watta Mu, the commander of the first cavalry banner of the eleventh army of the empire, glanced at him. The armor on his body was still stained with blood. His eyes were even brighter and scary, and his brows were slightly raised. Wow, no matter what the situation, the obstacles encountered along the way were not once or twice, but they were always like a hot knife cutting through oil, and they were crushed in one wave. But this time, although it was impossible to see the other party's true feelings clearly due to the darkness. However, Wattamu is still very clear about the impact of his cavalry. They are all veteran cavalry who are best at surprise attacks. They have a natural intuition for the enemy's weaknesses. As long as the opponent shows a little timidity, he will seize the opportunity. Tear open the opponent's defense, and then completely tear the opponent to pieces and trample them to pieces. The previous waves of obstructions were all blocked by one wave, and then torn apart and trampled, the Martin Sharptooth collapsed.

But this time, the opponent didn't even have the intention to dodge. They just piled up, and the horses crashed into them. The weapons even stabbed the armor and cut out a long streak of metal collision sparks, leaving a large area in the center line empty. It was vacated by the force of the imperial cavalry. Such an impact was not only a visual shock, but It was even more crushing to people's spirits. The overwhelming defeat of the Martin Liya people was like a mountain. They could still stop there. The three thousand imperial cavalry pushed all the way and defeated the resistance of the Martin Liya soldiers several times in a row. Their momentum also reached a peak at this moment. After reaching the top, under this blow, human life is as worthless as straw. The only thing that matters is when the two armies meet, the brave one wins.

Unexpectedly, for the first time, the Martin Liya people were not defeated.

In the age of cold weapons, life-for-life hand-to-hand combat between pursuing troops and blocking troops would generally not become the mainstream of a battle, but it would definitely be the most brutal, like a hand-to-hand siege battle. , the victory of a big battle often depends on who can grit his teeth and fight on. In the narrow front, it is almost a bloody fight for one life. The personnel on both sides were being depleted rapidly, and they were fighting to the death. One group after another died. Watamu watched the five hundred imperial cavalry as the main forward sinking deeply. He raised his hand and, as a member of the second echelon, Thousands and five hundred imperial cavalry began to accelerate, secretly The crowd gathered together in a ball, shouting the slogan "Long Live the Empire" fiercely. The cavalry in front was hit by weapons, but in that moment of delay, the follow-up troops swooped in and followed up fiercely, and the two sides fought. The whole group turned into a huge whirlpool of melee,

"Block it!"

"Can't retreat, can't retreat"

Si Green was covered in blood. In fact, most of them were from the guards around him. He was forcibly carried back by the guards. The number of cavalry guards guarding him had been reduced by more than half at this moment. This shows how tragic the war was. Si Green was actually complaining secretly, although Sam The tribe’s own army had more than ten thousand cavalry, but just like the main force that was wiped out, The Sam army also ran all the way. They jumped out of the trap in the Holy Capital and learned that the main force was destroyed in the river. They only took a short rest for less than an hour after more than ten hours, and now they were thrust into such a deadly battle. How much combat power can still be exerted? Now I am completely using my flesh and blood to block the enemy's sharpest thrust.

The three thousand imperial cavalry are from the Getai sub-order. They are recharged and equipped with vests. In terms of protection and impact, they have a huge advantage over the Martin Liya cavalry who only have light armor. Especially It was this kind of confrontation in the dark night that relied entirely on impact. The numerical advantage was almost invisible, and the only thing left was They charged forward fiercely, and the strong horses carried the imperial cavalry forward crazily. As long as the long sword of the Martin Liya man was not fatal, the injured imperial cavalry could still be slashed endlessly, and the horses of the imperial cavalry were all strong northern horses. In terms of tonnage, it is far stronger than the lanky Martin Liga horse breed, and it is also half a horse's head taller in height.

The imperial cavalry was condescending in the chaotic battle, swinging all kinds of weapons in their hands. The Martin Liga cavalry was beaten back again and again. They could only hold on to their shields desperately, or they were hit with blood on their faces. The smell of blood was so strong that it made people gasp. Don't come. The sound of weapons breaking through armor and flesh was mixed together, mixed with the curses and screams of the soldiers on both sides, and it became an echoing roar in the night.

"It seems like there was a fight later.

"Let's go, who is so powerful? He can still stop the empire's pursuit at this time." Hearing the fierce fighting from behind, the night was shaken, and Martin's face was hesitant. Some people in the defeated army looked behind curiously, and everyone's expressions were confused. I was a little dazed. It was too chaotic just now. Countless fireballs were like falling meteors. Such random explosions, fires everywhere, heat waves rolling in, blazing fires, black smoke billowing, and ashes scattered, it is more like a natural disaster than a natural disaster. Most of the great lords have been captured or died in the river. The courage of those who ran back had already been broken. These lords who had returned knew better than others.

Martin Liya's battle for hegemony is over, and all that's left is to see who can run back alive, who still has the brains to organize resistance.

Even those who still wanted to fight with all their strength were poured cold water on their heads by these lords. Why fight? His Highness Spike was captured by the empire. All the cavalry units have finished playing in the big river. You have to use infantry. Are you going to risk your life with the empire's cavalry across the north? Do you know this is seeking death?

The empire's heavy armored infantry is famous all over the world. Who has ever heard of my Martin Liga infantry? If you stay, you are seeking death. Whoever is willing to fight will fight. These are the fastest running ones, and they are also the Martin Liga who scatter when they are attacked. The lords had already run more than ten miles away at this moment, but some who were slow to react were only seven or eight miles away. From time to time, people looked back, and some were hesitant. Suddenly, in the dark night sky, there was a long and exciting sound. When the trumpet came, many Martin Liya people trembled. This was the rally call of the Martin Liya army. In this situation of overwhelming defeat, this growing trumpet was more like a lone warrior resisting the crowd of enemies alone. With the arrogant voice, many Martin Liya people hesitated, their hands holding weapons were swollen tightly, their eyes were red, but their feet were struggling, unable to go back. There were still people fighting to the death, fighting with the Imperials, but they were here run away,

"Asshole, I won't run away, I want to go back"

A stout Lord Martin Liya stopped and turned around, his eyes falling behind him. The sound of fighting a few miles behind him was like a tug in his ears, and sparsely on his side. The soldiers were dragged far away, and there was no longer a queue. In order to escape, many soldiers even took off their armor and threw it away. The military flag, which had long been soaked in the mud, was dragged upside down. Even the Martin Liya soldiers Seeing this scene, I felt desolate in my heart. Hundreds of thousands of troops collapsed in just one night. It would be fine if they fought desperately and were defeated. But many people didn't even see what the imperial army looked like. They just saw the sky smashing like meteors. Before the fireball could react, they saw orders from above to evacuate. They were rushed by the stream of people running away. When they came to their senses, they were already here.

"Sir, if you will die if you go back, do you insist on going back?" One of the guards said with an ugly face, "I, Martin Liya, will die in battle if I die in battle. There is nothing terrible. Death in battle is better than being chased to death like a dog." "Okay, our army's logistic baggage has all been lost. Even if we can run, how far can we run? If it's a man, come with me." A touch of determination flashed across the face of Lord Martin Sharptooth, and he stared at In the distance, there was a faint cold light from the sword as the flames disappeared. He pulled out the sword that was used as a stick in his hand from the soil under his feet, grinned and shouted, "I don't know what's going on. There are 200,000 of us, even if Without Mucheng, wouldn’t we be 200,000 strong? The imperial army on the opposite side is only five times larger, or even more, so why should we run!

In the surrounding mountain wind, the sonorous voice of Lord Martin Liya was echoing. Hearing his voice, many people began to stop, panting, and sat down on the ground tiredly. Look at me, I Look at you, you suddenly have the urge to laugh wildly, let me go, what is this? Everyone thinks that the lord is right, you don’t have to run, even if the wooden city barrier is completely burned by the fire Burn it down. We also have an army of 200,000 on our side, and the imperial army on the opposite side is only about 20,000 to 30,000 from what we have seen so far. No matter how outstanding the imperial army's combat power is, it is impossible to use 20,000 to 30,000 to defeat everyone. Eaten, this is completely self-inflicted, everyone is completely confused. "Go back, everyone goes back to fight, we still have people fighting." "Without food or drink, where can you run?"

The nearby Martinliya people began to gather. Although it was a mess, some people began to turn towards the direction of Mucheng. Although in this dark night, the hope of the rise of the Martinliya nation was completely dashed, but it does not mean that for more than a hundred years, The backbone of the Martinliya people, who struggled to survive on the Martinliya Prairie and gradually became the dominant force in Barro in southern Europe, was also broken. Although the Martin Liya people already knew that the main force of the army was defeated in the river, they had not seen it with their own eyes. In fact, they felt more contempt for the lords who fled back. It was okay if they could not win. They were driven back like dogs. He also blamed all the failures on His Highness Spike, who sacrificed himself so that the Empire could release them back!

The fighting in the night gradually stopped, and the smell of blood and burnt smell filled the air.

"The situation is out of control!"

Varisien looked at the wooden city that had been completely ignited, his eyes were dyed red by the flames, and he clenched the riding whip with his fingers.

In front of his eyes, the fire in Mucheng not only did not weaken, but had spread to the limitless area. He could only blame the large amount of materials that the Martin Liya people had piled up in Mucheng. They were ignited at once, and the fire was so intense that it hit his face like a rolling wave of hot wind. , on his body, even beads of sweat appeared on Varisien's forehead. The scorching heat even caused the air around him to become distorted.

Although the fire in the wooden city caused the entire Martin Liya people to collapse, it also became a wall of fire that blocked Varisien's main force. This was something Varisian did not consider. Tens of thousands of imperial infantry can now only go around the edge of the wooden city. The wooden city is ten miles long, and the journey around the wooden city is at least seven or eight miles. This seriously slows down the imperial infantry. Otherwise, Varisian's infantry group would have killed the wooden city by now, and Sam would not be allowed to go. It is possible for the tribe’s own army to block the empire’s pursuit

"Sir, the cavalry of the leader of the Watta Mu Banner was blocked by the Martin Liya people."

"Sir, the defeated army of Martin Liya has stopped eight miles away, and some of them are turning back."

Varisian frowned at the news from the Empire's Sentinel Cavalry. He originally wanted to pass it directly to Wood City, but it was impossible now. All his infantry groups wanted to move to the other side of Wood City. It will take about two hours. In other words, Watta Mu's three thousand imperial cavalry will need to fight hard for two hours before they can get support. This is obviously impossible. Watta Mu only has three thousand cavalry, and in Watta Mu, There are more than 200,000 Martin Liya people in the direction. They are like a hunting dog chasing a herd of elephants. They may be trampled to pieces by the elephants at any time.

"The current situation can only let the cooked duck fly alive!"

Varisien snorted with a heavy nose, and asked the patrol cavalry to immediately send a message to Watta Mu to give up the pursuit. Things like fighter planes disappeared in a blink of an eye. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were the tails of meteors. If they didn't catch them, they could only Give up, because I didn’t think well, and let these two hundred thousand Martin Liya people run away in vain, although later You can still catch up, but with such a large number of enemies scattered and fleeing, you can't disperse your troops to pursue them. Once you encounter a cunning and experienced one, they may bite you back, so after tonight, I want to find another one. The chance of swallowing these 200,000 Martin Liya people is no longer possible. I could only eat it one bite at a time!

At this time, the adjutant hurriedly came from behind with a letter he had just received in his hand, and said to Varisian's back in front of him, "My lord, your Majesty's order has just been received."

"Your Majesty?" Varisien's eyes were startled, he turned around from the front, eagerly took the letter from the adjutant's hand, tore the red seal on it, opened his hands, and was slightly stunned after scanning his eyes, with a strange look on his face. With a look on his face, the adjutant next to him asked curiously, "Sir, what did your Majesty say?"

"Send the order, and the entire army will temporarily stop attacking." Varisien took a deep breath, raised his hand, and grinned. "Your Majesty believes that the living Martin Liya people are more valuable than the dead Martin Liya people." .