Realm of Power

When Agrolida jumped in anger, the Falcon Army, which had been closely observing the movements of the Nords, also discovered something unusual.

"The Nords are mobilizing very frequently. There are signs of troops gathering in the west and northwest. Please report the situation to the base camp!" Varisien, who has just returned to the camp and has not had time to rest, will bring his own troops to Huoqiyu. Give the urgent report to the messenger outside the door,

Finally, he specifically asked, "Don't worry about horsepower. This is a critical moment that determines life and death! You must send this information to the base camp as quickly as possible! And tell the base camp that in order to prevent accidents, our army can only go to war in advance."

"Yes." The young messenger hung the letter bucket on his body and quickly disappeared from Varisien's sight like a goshawk. In the barracks where he galloped past, countless soldiers were also busy. Assembling, the infantry captains shouted rudely in various spoken languages ​​one after another in the camp,

"Come on, come on, do you want the Nords to kick your ass? Pick up your shields and spears and let those Nord pigs know who they are facing!"

The soldiers hurriedly put on their armors, and then swarmed towards the weapon racks outside the tent, picking up their own weapons, the gleaming spears, the heavy infantry crossbows, and the metallic sound made by the friction of the armors.

"You bastards, get into the shooting position immediately! Use your arrows to kill all the enemies." The crossbow captain's slogan was replaced by a roar as always, and then he led his crossbowmen to squeeze into the front military formation.

"Arrange the formation!"

With a loud sound, the iron side wall built with heavy shields came out. -Stretch out countless spears filled with coldness, and under the sunlight photos, there is a bone-chilling chill

"Crossbowmen in the front!" The entire row of crossbow shooters took three steps forward, at the forefront of the military formation. Forming a dense shooting arc, any target that enters its shooting range will be shot into a hedgehog by thousands of arrows at the first time.

"Advance!" Following the loud shout, on the ground shrouded in white mist in front of Anruode's defense line, gloomy military formations were like huge black carpets, quickly covering the ground in the distance.

"Hell, the guy across from me must be crazy!"

A Nord officer in charge of the shift looked at the looming military formation in the distance and cursed loudly, indicating the large-scale dispatch of the Falcon Army. The Nords on the opposite side were also in chaos,

"Get ready for battle, the Falcon Army is coming!"

Alarms sounded loudly on the city wall, and countless Nord soldiers emerged from the barracks under the city wall like ants whose nest was flooded. !. I have long heard that the Falcon Army will use hundreds of thunder gods to bombard Anruo's defense line this time. Thinking about the terrifying monster that can spit out deadly explosions like a fire dragon, even the bravest warrior will feel cramped in the calf.

Because the news of the mutiny of the Third Army has been blocked, most Nord soldiers do not know what is going on. All they saw were tens of thousands of falcon troops arrayed in the distance who could be killed at any time.

"Archers. Prepare the trebuchets. If they dare to come close, smash them to pieces!" The hoarse shouts of the Nord officers just exposed the Nord army's lack of morale. Many soldiers were newly recruited. During the First World War in the South, the Nord army lost all its elites and could only be drawn from local legions and new recruits.

Soon, Ruoande's defense line was filled with people. From the heavy infantry at the city wall to the spears at the back, there was a black mass of human heads. The defense line made of human flesh and stones made the defense line that was peaceful just now suddenly come alive. Like a beast awakening in the morning light, revealing its bloodthirsty fangs,

"Trebuchet ready!"

For the Falcon Army, the sound of a heavy trebuchet pulling the winch made a rattling sound. The ten-meter-long arm made of solid nanmu was slowly flattened, and incendiary thunder bombs were piled up.

The entire front of the West Rode Defense Line was filled with a tense atmosphere of an imminent war.

Although I don’t know what the situation is, a formation of tens of thousands of people composed of several Falcon troops still built an attack line 2 kilometers away from the Roland defense line that could launch an offensive at any time.

Both sides are waiting,

"Attention everyone, guard the city wall strictly. Anyone who flees without a fight will be killed!" Nord's front-line officers shouted hurriedly while pushing a large number of soldiers towards the wall of the Anrod defense line.

"Damn, city wall, hurry up, everyone, city wall!"

The Nord officer yelled loudly and irritably behind the soldiers, today's situation is really bad for them. After a long period of neglect and humid climate, the dilapidated steps of the vicissitudes of Anrod's city wall that have stood for more than 300 years, A layer of green moss had long since grown. If the soldiers in heavy armor did not want to slip, they could only stumble forward unsteadily.

It's normal enough to be nothing, but with the sudden influx of tens of thousands of soldiers, these steps that have been in disrepair for many years have become a big problem. From some loose stone platforms, unlucky people who have not been able to stand are thrown down from high places from time to time.

"Oh my god, help me!"

The distance between the stone platform and the ground is about 5 meters. The sound of these soldiers wearing heavy armor falling was as crisp and muffled as a broken can being smashed. Then my waist was broken and my thigh was broken. There were tragic groans of injury and pain, and there was chaos near the city wall. Many soldiers looked at these miserable guys and couldn't help but think that they might fall like this, and all of them turned pale.

"Look at what you are looking at, hurry up, everyone, go away! The ones who are stopped are those who are escaping from the battle!" But the officers were indifferent. It is too common for people to die in battles. Who has the energy to mind these nosy matters now? Their mission is to kill people in the shortest possible time. , push as many soldiers as possible against the city wall,

If it were a normal day, someone in charge of logistics would come and carry away the injured immediately, but it was different today. The soldiers were busy pushing towards the city wall, and the soldiers in the logistics department also gathered.

"You guys don't deserve to die!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention, the groans and shouts of the injured people quickly turned into various curses, and naturally there were also remarks cursing someone for being killed by the Falcon Army.

Their curses soon attracted people from the Military Justice Department, and a group of light cavalry wearing mail rushed here quickly. The soldiers nearby were so frightened that they turned away, their faces full of panic and uneasiness.

Here comes Pratigue, a military judge known for his harshness and cruelty. The only thing this small landowner from the south can boast about is that he has a beautiful and charming daughter. And his daughter is now the lover of the Legion Commander. It is by virtue of this that this guy who is greedy for even a silver coin has successfully climbed to the position of deputy military judge of the Legion.

"What's going on here!"

Pratig reined in the war horse. He was a bit fat, with a bald patch of hair, and his sinister triangular eyes looked like a town butcher. He frowned slightly and looked at the hundreds of soldiers lying under the city cursing. He waved his horsewhip angrily and cursed loudly, "You simple people, don't you know that this is a war period? Spreading remarks that seriously shake the morale of the military during a war is a capital crime. !"

"We are hurt. Hurt, my lord!"

Some injured people who didn't know the details shouted loudly. They didn't know how cruel this harsh guy was. According to rumors, his greatest pleasure was to enforce Nord's Catch-30. He ran his horse over the sack containing the deserters, and also summed up a set of experiences on how to step over it so that the people inside the sack would not be trampled to death at once, or it would usually take several steps to trample all the bones of the people inside. broken.

"So, you are of no use anymore!" Pratig narrowed his ferocious triangular eyes slightly. Anyone who knows him well knows that this is a sign that he is planning something. The air around seemed to freeze at this moment,

"Sir, save us, you will have good luck!" The wounded soldiers still put their hope in him, and they stretched out their hands to him,

"Shut up, what are you doing with the useless people!" Pratig showed a grin on his face. He waved to the dozen cavalrymen behind him and said loudly, "In the name of His Majesty the King, I declare these sinners to death! Immediately implement"

"No, you can't do this!" No one expected that the military judge would say this. "Oh my god, you bastards! You..." an injured soldier shouted, a pair of heavy horse hooves, already carrying The wind stepped on his chest, crackling, and cracking sounds of bones. Bright red blood spurted out from the wounded soldier's mouth. His whole body flew out heavily and hit a nearby corner, splattering a wall of red blood.

"Now, I'm finally honest!" The irritable military judge looked at the corner covered with blood in a perverted manner, and still licked his lips with some dissatisfaction. "Don't you think this is the most beautiful sound in the world?"

He shouted to a dozen of his subordinates whose hands were still dripping with the blood of his compatriots, "Cut off all their heads and hang them on the city road. I will show those ungrateful guys what the military law of my Nords is!" "

After a burst of sword light and horse stampede, the mournful sound under the city wall ceased to exist.

The wind blew across the dry Roland defense line, and the sky full of loess almost blocked the sight of communication between the two sides.

"Let's figure it out, what happened this time!" Varisien stood on horseback behind the military formation. Several flag commanders were already waiting inside. Ever since he received the report of the unusual movements of the Nords, he had an idea. I had a hunch that the Nords' reaction was too fast this time. If they didn't encounter an extremely difficult opponent, it would have been a false alarm. But no one dared to take risks, especially when facing an enemy several times their size. , a small oversight may become the source of failure,

"Not yet." A flag commander reported from the side with an ugly face. "According to the first sentry report, they found that the Nord Third Army stationed in the west was mobilized frequently and the entire army was in combat mode. Then Several other nearby Nord armies are also moving!"

"Oh, besides the Third Army, how many other legions are there? Point it out to me!" Varisien frowned slightly and asked the adjutant behind him to hand over a military map and spread it on the ground.

All eyes focused on the strategic map of the grassland,

"Here, here, and here!" The flag commander took a step forward, pointed at several points on the map, and said, "The Nord Third Army, which is responsible for garrisoning the northwest line, suddenly mobilized, and then the Seventh Army nearby. Both the Army and the Eighth Army began to move. Because the exact situation could not be known in the morning, the subordinates could only make speculations. The Nords may be mobilizing troops and preparing to launch a full blow!" To be continued.