Realm of Power

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Twenty miles northeast of Janeks Town, the weeds and bushes here are very lush. Sufficient rain makes the weeds and bushes here rise desperately, as if they are turning themselves into towering trees.

Their vitality is very tenacious. Even if they are cut down, they will grow back and quickly return to their original state. It is a bit like a wildfire that cannot be burned out and the spring breeze blows. It is summer now, the time of the year when the rain is the most abundant. The weeds on both sides of the road stretch unbridled and long, almost covering the entire road, leaving only a strip of yellow soil less than two feet wide in the middle of the road.

The yellow soil road that has not yet dried up has been trampled into potholes and has no appearance of a road at all. Lianke, the scout captain who was in charge of going to Janekers Town to investigate, stood up straight from the ground with a serious expression. As a senior longbow archer of the Ciwa clan, the road in front of him was almost deformed, which made his cautious expression even more serious. gloomy,

It can be seen from the different shades of footprints on the ground that the Nord Army's light troops passed through here. There are also a lot of light infantry shoes and even shriveled dry food bags left in the rotten mud puddles. .

It seems that in order to catch up with the speed and pursue the suddenness of the battle, this Nord light force is really going all out. It is no wonder that the sentries outside Jankers Town barely have a chance to issue a warning. The German commanders also have experts who are as skilled in long-range shooting as themselves, but they don't know whether to use bows and arrows or short-handled battle axes.

Moving forward along this messy path, in the evening, Lianke finally approached the target town, and he quietly poked his head out. Pushing aside the weeds around him, he looked ahead from the small slope. As night falls, the fog in the mountains begins to rise, making everything in front of us look hazy.

In front of him, separated by two small slopes, was the temporary military camp of the Nord army. In the darkening night, the Nords lit countless bonfires, and there were many Nord wandering sentries around. The Germans sat in groups around the campfire. On the slope on the side of the camp, Lianke finally found something that interested him.

Several huge rows of pipes are arranged side by side, looking like a powerful catapult that can fire many arrowheads at the same time. There are about 30 of these mysterious weapons, lined up along the hillside, and scattered around. There were many guards. Under the bright moonlight, these huge weapons like pipes seemed to be dyed with a layer of silver brilliance.

By the moonlight, Lianke found a Nord officer walking back and forth in a corner of the Lod camp. This made Lianke feel a little refreshed. The tent opposite was in the center of the military camp.

The door was wide open, and someone could be seen moving inside. But in the eyes of a longbowman like Lianke, who was good at sniping, the target on the opposite side was much clearer. At least he saw two Nord flag regiments among them. He immediately confirmed that this was the main target he was looking for this time, the headquarters of the Nord Fifth Army.

"Target confirmation completed!"

Lianke hunched over excitedly, ran to his war horse fifty meters away, opened the pigeon cage on the horse's crotch, tied the sign indicating the target found inside to the pigeon's leg, and then let it out.

Twenty miles away from Janeks Town, Varisien stood on a raised mound, looking up at the moon above his head, his hair blowing in the fierce plateau wind, like As if searching for something on the ground, a small white dot appeared in the moonlight circle under everyone's attention, like peeling off a piece of the black sky, revealing a nimble figure.

"It's our messenger pigeon!"

The excited voice of a flag commander came from the side. Under the mound, there were armors and bayonets arranged neatly as far as the eye could see. Under the black iron helmets were resolute faces, and the quiet moonlight flowed down from the soldiers' resolute and upright figures like water. A total of 20,000 cavalry were carrying a mountain-like pressure, showing desolation in the silence. kill,

Varisien used his hands to soothe the horse on his crotch, his face seemed a little absent-minded, and he didn't look back. He seemed to already know the answer, and his eyes were still looking at the white dots getting closer and closer in the sky.

No one made a sound, it seemed that in the air one could hear the flapping wings of the homing pigeon, the sound of the homing pigeons landing on the shoulders of the messenger soldiers, the sound of folding their wings, and the silent momentum of the 20,000-strong army. Under the silver moonlight, like a sharp sword filled with ferocious murderous aura, the horses in the front row were kicking the ground uneasily and screaming twice in a low voice. Even they were possessed by the murderous aura bred in the silence. Depressed.

"Sir, this is a confirmation signal." The messenger nervously took off the mark from the pigeon's leg, with a trace of unconcealable joy in his eyes.

"Order everyone to prepare!"

Varisien nodded solemnly. As the commander of the legion, he had not personally led the team in combat for half a year. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility, but he thought that because of his mistakes, a squadron of soldiers was killed. The annihilation of the Nords made him feel on pins and needles. He believed that even if His Majesty Falcon knew about it afterwards, he would not hold himself too accountable. If he did not seek revenge in this battle, how would he face the wronged souls of the dead soldiers?

The 20,000 cavalrymen participating in the attack were all from the former Varisian Banner Regiment. There was absolutely no problem in terms of combat effectiveness. What's more, a thousand grenadier cavalrymen who were put into the battlefield for the first time were dispatched this time. These horses With wooden frames hung on their hips, every grenadier With 20 explosive bombs, this is the first time that the troops have been put into actual combat. Varisien also hopes to use this terrible weapon to shock the Nords. If the Nords can be shocked by this, Hesitating is the best delaying strategy.

Fatty's original intention was to use a mixed cavalry unit to realize the original idea of ​​the grenadier cavalry. However, because the grenadier cavalry needed to carry as many small thunder bullets as possible, the defense was also severely weakened. If there were not a large number of Guarded by regular cavalry, these new cavalry with precious resources have no chance of even getting close to the enemy.

"Prepare to attack!" Varisien stopped his horse and ordered the two cavalry flag captains behind him with a serious face. In the quiet night, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed, and then the surroundings fell silent. The sharp sword was shining in the dark night. There was a cold light inside, like a layer of phosphorescence on the surface of the water. The light cavalry's facial armor had been put down, and only a pair of blood-red eyes were exposed under the metal protective gear.

Because we often have to face dense gun formations in front of the enemy, the seemingly useless face armor can actually protect the cavalry from being pierced in the head by a gun. The hard iron mask protects the nose and can improve the cavalry's face against slashing weapons. attack.

20,000 cavalrymen were like a long black line, suddenly emerging from the forest outside the town of Jankers, and then quickly galloping toward the military camp outside the town of Jankers. The ground was shaking violently, and just as the Nords were dazed, When they ran out of their respective camps, the front row of Falcon Cavalry had already quickly passed the gate of the Nord army camp.

"kill!"

The shining Samor sword cut off the head with boundless murderous intent, the war horse passed by like lightning, the heads of Nord soldiers full of fear and confusion flew into the air, and the headless chests popped out like clusters of arrows. like a rain of blood,

The assault array composed of the Falcon Cavalry penetrated directly from the front of the Nords' military camp. It was like a demon soul suddenly appearing in the dark night. The gloomy, dark wings spread out silently, and the crackling and harsh sound of horse hooves came like thunder. They It was like a whirlwind coming, sweeping through the hundreds of tents at the front.

Hooks were thrown from the hands of the black-armored cavalry that passed quickly, with a loud bang and sawdust flying. A dozen crossbars were pulled out by powerful force, and the wooden fence was cut into several pieces by dozens of galloping horses. Then a large number of black cavalry followed like a tide, their horses' hooves flew, the hooks of the war horses removed the tent, and the flying horses' hooves stepped directly over the resting Nord soldiers.

The patrol team in the camp was obviously frightened. Seeing the black cavalry coming like an overwhelming force, they didn't even shout the alarm, they just shouted like ducks being driven away. Flee in all directions

Light the fire! Light the fire! Burn these bastards to death!" Varisien didn't expect it to go so smoothly. He shouted excitedly, took out a hook from the weapon slot of the horse's saddle, and threw it into the lit brazier beside the tent. , "Crack." The brazier was dragged to the ground by the galloping horses, and the splashing flames quickly ignited the surrounding tents. The night wind burst out, and the mountain passes on the side of the town were even more wind vents. The flames roared upwards, and the entire camp was like a lit torch. , hula la burn into a sea of ​​fire

"It's on fire! It's on fire!" The sleeping Nord soldiers in the camp were like ants that had been turned over in their nest. He ran out of the tent in a noisy manner, only to encounter the falcon cavalry who were eager to kill him. He was quickly overwhelmed by the black cavalry running past, and the rumble of horse hooves resounded throughout the ground.

The scattered torches and bonfire wood that were hit set other tents on fire,

The red flames quickly grew in the howling night wind, almost dyeing half of the sky red! In the blazing fire, the enemies scurrying like a group of rats were almost densely packed with black heads.

30,000 people, panic and panic caused them to trample on each other. There are burning tents everywhere,

‘Kill, leave no one behind!”

Varisien cut down an enemy blocking the way and rushed in from the right with a group of light cavalry, stepping over the scattered troops like a hurricane. The swords flashed, blood splattered everywhere, leaving corpses on the ground.

The sound of the roaring flames covered up the roaring hoofs of the war horses. A Nord soldier who was beating the flames with a branch felt the ground shaking. He turned around in surprise, and a shining sword light passed across his throat. His head was open. Confident eyes flew into the air.