Power and Empire Chapter 190: The Battle of Glory Day (3)
The sun slowly rises from the east. At the beginning, it was still bright red. Waiting for the bright red sun wheel to gradually rise above the horizon, but suddenly jumped up to the clear sky of thousands of miles, bright white sunlight illuminating the sky and the earth , Bright makes people afraid to face it. No one thought that after a night of freezing rain, the day would be a sunny day
At the foot of the mountain, the Samor cavalry who went to the raid last night were whistling, riding horses galloping back to the camp, **** heads hung from the necks of each horse, and their panicked heads seemed to tell With the horror of last night.
The war horse leaped into the camp gate, and the hooves of the horses leaped in with the cold wind.
"Long live Samor! Samor will win!" The soldiers on both sides of the camp gate held up their arms and cheered excitedly, expressing their respect to these Samor soldiers. Last night's victory gave Samor soldiers morale. For these ordinary soldiers, the strategic layout is similar to them.
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Able to chop off the enemy's head with a weapon. The defeat of the enemy's army was what made them feel excited. The arrival of the Samor cavalry, known as the Samor sword, made the ordinary soldiers of the Northern Legion strengthen their confidence in victory. Although this battle has little effect on the overall situation. It has a huge impact on the morale of the Samor army,
Not only can the sluggish morale be restored, but also the noble army stationed in the camp outside the fortress. Living in fear every night, although the decisive battle between the two armies has not started, the situation on both sides has already formed a sharp contrast!
"What the **** are the Samorians going to do?" Du Aikri sat in the hall with a cold face, completely unable to understand what the Samors were doing in a sneak attack on an insignificant camp.
Last night’s raid broke the tacit silence between the two armies. The dark sword that the Samor stabbed suddenly was thrust in anxiously and fiercely. When everyone could not think of it, it was on their own main force. Under my nose, I swallowed a whole brigade,
Come on in the rain and attack like fire. This violent attack method is completely unlike the old opponent Caesar Sauron's style. Caesar Sauron prefers to be open and honest in battles. When the two armies are at war, they prefer to rely on powerful The advantage is to defeat the enemy from the front, and the style is more like an orthodox knight. This is vividly reflected in the "Vengeance Campaign" in Kyoto,
But this time, the commander of the opponent is obviously not like that. They are messing up in a disorderly manner. They send thousands of cavalry to attack the thousands of infantry. They do not have the style of knights at all, and there is no commander of the big army. consciousness. Just like a country rich man who likes to be greedy for cheap and specializes in bullying the weak
"Is the Fat Samor here?" Du Aikri shuddered involuntarily, his face was slightly unnatural, facing the kingdom's undefeated military god, it was false to say that it was not a guilty conscience, although Du Aikri I haven’t fought with Fatty, but I have a profound understanding of Fatty’s methods,
When I was still in Kyoto. The mysterious Fat Samor has risen like a comet in the southern part of the kingdom. Lien Chan has won again and again, controlling Samor, kneeling down on Satdaw, and marching into Gerber. With a simple peasant army, Fat Samor swept the upper and southern regions of the kingdom. , The reconstruction of the business capital of Riwading, Samor’s wings are becoming fuller, Fat Samor is like a pair of magical hands. Turning all impossible into possibility, turning the poor and backward southern part into a prosperous one is jealous
That was the beginning of a legend. It seems that as long as there is his place, the aura of victory will always accompany him. The King Zuowei, known as the first warrior of Khergit, has not escaped the fat man’s fortune. Fat Samor is the most Like to figure out, like a poisonous snake lurking in the bushes, a scheming hunter, quietly waiting for you to the edge of the trap, pushing you hard
Thinking about the possibility of this poisonous snake, looking at him in the opposite Samor barracks, Du Aikri felt chills, stood up excitedly, and told the guards behind him, "Immediately send someone to contact the stayers in Kyoto. , Ask them to do whatever it takes. Find out where Governor Samer is now!"
The news soon came back from Kyoto. Governor Samer is now in Kyoto, shopping with Miss Jones Nellie, his concubine. All signs indicate that this cavalry raid was an accident. Just the personal behavior of an immature commander,
For this, the Samor army also issued a punishment notice. A cavalry commander named Hu Keqili was detained for assault without authorization. The commander’s fiancé was once killed by aristocratic private army. Some wandering poets composed this incident into poems to celebrate the blood infestation. Great love
"How are you preparing?" The fat man tightened his collar and turned to ask Caesar Sauron who was coming to pick up the boat. The cold wind from inside still smelled of river water.
Lian’s new type of sharp-horned paddle warship is docked on the shore, Duai Lisu’s guess is not correct; Chuan is an aristocratic private army who has never had the concept of water transportation, ignoring Samor’s powerful river transportation ability,
Ride the newest long-plated slurry warship. It only takes one hour to travel from the new city outside Kyoto to Omr. It only takes three hours to return by boat. The fat man has enough time to make a round trip at night, and he can sleep a few steadily. When I was young, I went to the front of Omr in person at night, and accompany Jones Nellie alive during the day to handle the marriage. Such an illusion completely fooled the eyes of the noble army.
"Crolithart Mountain Corps! Thousands of people have arrived at the camp, and they are now arranged in a tightly guarded cave. The noble private army on the opposite side will never be seen, and the 10,000 longbowmen supported by the Tsava tribe will also Will arrive tonight. Except for the 10th Banner Regiment of Salong, there is no news, the other troops are basically in place!"
Caesar Sauron responded respectfully, this time Samor mobilized almost all the elite troops, not only the two elite legions gathered, but also the main legion brought by the fat man,
The paralyzed Duéric didn’t know that it was not the Wansamor Army that gathered in front of them, but a huge army of 60,000. Such a huge army can crush the defense line of the noble army even if it is pressed. , Fatty is a very vengeful person. During the last battle of Kyoto, I was overshadowed by Dueric once, and this time he wanted to return his hatred.
"Well, great!" The fat man nodded slightly. Looking up at the starry night sky, the bright Venus twinkles in the eastern sky. It is already four o'clock in the morning, and the sky is slightly white. The fat man strode forward, glanced at the flag leaders who came to pick up the ship, and said sharply
"I once said that the blood of the Samor soldiers should be repaid with the blood of the enemy. Now it is time for us to settle the ledger with the private army of the nobles. I order that when the first rays of morning light pierce the sky tomorrow, The whole army of Samer is on the move! We will use the blood of the private army to dye the glow of the sky spreading red."
At six o'clock in the morning, a large amount of thick fog filled the space between the two armies, the red light in the distance jumped up, and the defenders of Ritok Fortress were as usual. He drooped his head listlessly, leaning on the inner side of the battlements and slacking off, with only a few patrolmen walking back and forth,
Only since that night attack, the guards of the fortress have increased from the original 1,000-person post to 2,000-person post. This put the already small number of Sarbens Fifth Banner Regiment stretched. Thousands People's banners basically stand two posts a day. Everyone lacked enough rest and complained, and occasionally they would run into morning exercises with the opposite Samor, and it was even more noisy that everyone woke up from their dreams, "Sa, Samor!" I don't know who shouted. The guard above the lead laughed loudly. A guard laughed and said, "Kinutuks. You are the net wake up, this is a strong and towering fortress. It is not a simple camp outside. Can the Samors still ride on horses and step up the city wall?"
"Really, look, there are so many Samors!" The guard pointed out the fortress unwillingly and shouted, just like seeing a ghost before the mocking guard got up slowly and said He muttered reluctantly, "Cowardly Keanutuks. You have to know that lying is to be punished!"
He craned his neck and looked out~IndoMTL.com~ His body immediately stiffened, like a duck pinched around his neck, under the fortress wall, a dense crowd of Samer rushed forward holding a siege ladder. The blockbuster is full of human heads, and dozens of huge siege ladders show their magnificent faces from the fog like giants.
A dazzling flash of light flickered from the fog, and dense black clouds resembled maggots raging on the ground, hitting the sky overwhelmingly, "Whoo!" strange whistling noises all over the sky
"Yi! Arrow!" Shouqi took a few steps back in horror. The arrow fell all over the sky and covered the city. The guard was pierced by the falling arrows, his eyes were round and he fell down, "Ah" miserably. The cries resounded through the city walls, and the fortress defenders who were caught off guard fell down a large area,
After the first wave of arrows, countless rockets fell, and the crowded fortress walls were plunged into flames. In this siege, the Samor Army used more than 30 large bed crossbows.
"Ignite immediately for help!" The Marquis of Sarbens panicked, and the continuous rockets ignited the soldiers' houses in the fortress. The countless soldiers who had not had time to get up were caught in the flames, and the soldiers looked awkwardly. The Marquis of Sarbens, who was obviously mentally abnormal, asked timidly, "My lord. The entire fortress is almost burnt to white smoke. We don't need to set fires for help anymore!"
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