Realm of Power

808 Storm in Northland (6)

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In the wilderness that has lasted for thousands of years, goose-feather-like snow is flying in the wind, falling on the blood-covered corpses of soldiers on both sides. The battle flags stuck on the ground are dyed white by the heavy snow, and the layers of blood on them are faintly visible. The stacked corpses formed a clear black line on the battle line between the two sides. Tens of thousands of corpses turned into white ice in the extreme cold, including those of humans and horses, just like a huge line drawn in this cold world. crack

In this wilderness of less than 5 square kilometers, countless cavalrymen were squirming, twitching, and bleeding. The black armor of the Falcon Army and the black leather armor of the Dongting soldiers are now mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish who is who. The scene was as ferocious as hell,

There was ferocious fighting everywhere. Arrows were flying overhead, and in front of you was a bright reflection of metal, with countless swords slashing and spears stabbing. Blood flowed all over the ground under my feet, seeping deeply into the soil.

Bloody and tangy. The shouts of the soldiers, the screams of the dead, the groans of the wounded, the rude yells and angry roars of the cavalry, the sound of steel swords splitting bones, the clang of weapons hitting each other, the gasps of the injured, the roar of war horses. Neighing, all the sounds were mixed together, and the huge sound could be heard clearly even more than ten miles away.

This is a battlefield, a life-and-death battlefield. At this time, the situation on the battlefield has become very clear. The forwards of the Falcon Cavalry have been deeply embedded in the central array of the Dongting Cavalry. They are facing strong resistance from the Dongting people.

The situation of the Dongting people was also very bad. Although they adjusted their left and right wings in time and quickly concentrated their troops in the center, their disadvantage in strength was gradually exposed as the fierce battle became more intense and longer.

The Falcon infantry encircled them from both wings, and at this time they had defeated the resistance on the outer flanks, forcing the Dongting people to turn around in a panic.

The Dongting soldiers fought very bravely. Seeing that the situation was irreversible, but before receiving the order to retreat, they still stood on the collapsed front line and formed a dense formation to deal with the cavalry attack. On their two wings, , 40,000 Falcon infantry are forming a shield wall like a copper wall and iron wall, pressing towards the center,

Thick shield soldiers and spearmen lined up at the front, followed by a dense row of crossbow shooters, with sharp spears sticking out from the gaps in the queue, as dense as a forest; crossbow shooters behind the shields, pouring down fierce and powerful shots like hail. Like clusters of arrows.

Encircled on three sides, except for Motu City, which is backed by the Dongting people, the Dongting army has no way to retreat.

The fat man pushed off the snow-covering hood that Mao Monaqing had given him, and said with a cold expression, "The soldiers are still fighting. How can I cover my face because I am afraid of the cold? This will chill the hearts of the warriors of the Falcon Dynasty!"

"Your Majesty..." Mao Monaqing's face turned a little pale due to the cold. Like the fat man, she took off the hood on her head, but her hair was still dyed white by the heavy goose-feather snow.

In the afternoon, white snowflakes were falling in the sky, and the earth was vast.

The Falcon Flag stood over the battle line from beginning to end. In order to crush the Dongting people's last will to resist, Fatty ordered 5,000 Guards Cavalry under his command to be thrown into the battlefield. , like the overflowing river tide, rushing towards the Dongting people's team, the shouts of killing shook the earth and the earth,

"Must win!"

Huge shouts resounded over the battlefield. The guard cavalry cheered wildly, and even the earth trembled slightly in the thunderous hooves of the horses.

"Hold them off!"

Wumu, who had been fighting fiercely for half a day, was now in a state of embarrassment. In order to make up for the lack of troops, he had to bring his 2,000 black-armored archers on the defense line to play the role of a fire brigade.

The 40,000 Dongting elites are now less than 15,000. Three-quarters of the squadron has been disabled. The number of people who can still fight is definitely less than 7,000. The others are wounded soldiers. At this moment, even He himself didn't know what to do to stop the opponent's most elite cavalry.

The short distance of a hundred meters was only a dozen seconds for the galloping war horse. The Falcon Guards Cavalry, known as the Falcon Claws, has arrived like a hurricane.

"Kill" The cavalry from both sides collided heavily. The flying hoofs of the war horses hit the ground hard. The scimitars of the East Court Cavalry collided with the sharp swords in the hands of the Falcon Cavalry. The Falcon Cavalry was like a continuous march forward. Squeezing the guillotine, one team rushes in, the second team presses in, and the third team presses in. . ,

The two sides collided together like two long steel walls hitting each other at high speed. After a while, the dominant side waved their weapons and smashed any blocking objects in front. No one had ever seen such a terrifying thing in the world. attack!

On one side were the elites of Dongting who were determined to win, and on the other side were the Vecian Falcon Cavalry who were determined to win. The horses collided heavily with each other, and their shields, armors, weapons, and bodies clicked because the distance was too close. , everything that can hit becomes a powerful weapon to attack the opponent.

Encouraged by the Guards Cavalry, the tired Falcon Cavalry broke out. They didn't care about the rain of arrows above their heads, or the squeezing of the sharp scimitars in front of them. Countless shirtless and roaring warriors rushed forward desperately, pushing horses, People pushed each other, squeezed and rushed as hard as they could, as if they were all deliberately seeking death.

The warrior, whose body was covered with arrows, roared and slammed his chest straight against the sharp spear. Using his body as a shield, he stuck the spear of the Dongting soldiers. The warhorses behind immediately filled his gap, swooped forward, and stabbed and stabbed the East Court archers behind with their spears through the gaps in their shields;

Both sides were furious, wielding bloody swords and heavy battle axes to chop at the shields blocking their advance. They even went so violently that they kicked, shouldered, and head-butted the thin cavalry bucklers of the Dongting cavalry. . Under such huge pressure, the huge wooden shield used by the Dongting main formation to block the arrow clusters also "clicked" and was knocked down by the surging Falcon Cavalry. Even the Dongting soldiers who were supporting behind were crushed. underneath.

At this moment, an obvious gap appeared in front of everyone. Because the reserve forces were almost exhausted, a huge gap appeared on the left side of the Dongting main formation.

"We must win! We must win." The huge shouts of the Falcon infantry pressing down on both wings resounded over the battlefield. The soldiers cheered wildly, while the people in the East Courtyard shouted in panic: "Seal the gap!"

But it was already too late. Countless black-armored infantry with spears emerged from the gap, as dense as a forest. As if receiving the blessing of immortality, they rushed straight up, the crowds surged forward, like a huge wave that swept away everything, moving forward indomitably,

The Falcon infantry shouted the slogan "Victory!" and used the rows of spears in their hands to push everything in the way. All available weapons, such as bayonet lances, horizontal spears, and crossbows, were thrown at them. It surged up and attacked like a sudden rain. The last line of defense of the Dongting people was penetrated almost instantly. Thousands of Dongting cavalry in front of this torrent had already fallen to the ground and died.

The shrill war cry of "woo woo woo" floats over Motu City

"Haha, the overall situation has been decided! The people of Dongting are finished."

\u0026nb○♦sp; A smile finally appeared on the fat man’s heavy face. Under his cold gaze, the remnant army of the East Courtyard, which had been completely overwhelmed, finally gave up its last line of defense and slowly retreated into Motu City behind it.

In the evening, Fatty asked people to find the leaders of the Kugit tribes. At this moment, Fatty had completely conquered the leaders of these Kugit tribes. The eight Kugit tribes headed by Laisuk directly used the gift of the Khan King. He did not enter the tent directly, but waited respectfully outside the tent for the summons.

The cold night in the wilderness is about to fall. At this moment, a blazing fire has been set up inside the tent, but outside the tent is the cold wilderness wind that can turn people into popsicles.

In order to reduce the non-combat losses that may be suffered when fighting in a cold place, the Falcon troops who went out this time all brought heavy cold-proof cotton coats and a large amount of wood for making fires. However, this place is hundreds of miles away from the base camp controlled by the Falcon Army. The short distance of more than ten days is fine. If there is a problem with the supply, the casualties of the Falcon Army will be huge. This is also a big issue that Fatty needs to consider urgently.

War is as important as logistics. Food is okay, but in this wilderness, there are too few things that can light a fire. Fatty has even sent a felling team to Moa, a hundred miles away from the front line. They went to the forest to cut down wood, but that little wood was really a drop in the bucket for an army of more than 100,000 people, and they might also be attacked by the Dongting cavalry.

After hearing the report of the guard outside the door, the fat man opened the door of the big tent and welcomed the leaders of the Kugit tribes in. Old Lesuk seemed very disapproving of this issue.

He stooped and used the wooden stick in his hand to dig at the sparkling fire in front of him. He said thoughtfully in his eyes, "Your Majesty, the Khan, you don't need to worry about this problem at all. We Kugits are the masters of the prairie. For There are already ways to keep out the cold in the prairie wilderness. If we can't find wood, we use dried horse dung, cow dung and the like instead. In addition to smelling a bit, it's even easier to keep warm than wood!"

"Use horse dung?" The fat man's face was stunned for a moment, and then he showed an expression of sudden realization. Yes, he had seen herdsmen's houses burning horse dung and other things in their tents before. At that time, he thought it was nomadic. It seems now that the customs of the nation are indeed a way of survival forced by the harsh environment. I am secretly glad that I brought 40,000 cavalry with me this time. Otherwise, this problem would be really difficult to solve.

"Now our army has surrounded Motu. I don't know how you think this city should be fought!" The fat man changed the subject and began to ask about the situation in Motu. The West Kujit people and the Dongting people have been at war for more than ten years. , both parties are relatively familiar with each other, and naturally they also understand the heart of Dongting people.

According to Fatty's idea, his proposal to attack Motu should arouse the happy support of the leaders of various tribes, but who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the faces of all the Kugit people who had been looking relaxed just now suddenly changed, and they no longer wanted to words, some even lowered their heads to their own necks,

Duo Weiyan was hesitant to speak next to him, and opened his mouth slightly, but in the end there was still no sound.

"Oh, what's the problem?"

After a while, under the fat man's brighter and brighter eyes, old Lesuke had to wrinkle his old face and reveal a bitter smile comparable to that of a bitter gourd.

"Your Majesty the Khan, it's not that we don't want to fight, but everyone in Kujit knows that although the walls of Ice City Motu are not high and the defense is not very strong, if it is winter, no matter how many troops there are, It can’t be won in a short time! If your Majesty insists on fighting, it’s better to wait until next spring!”

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