Power and Empire Chapter 1449: In charge of the Northwest (6)
The capital of Baston, Alimenka
The more and more rapid plain wind blew over Fatty’s collar. Fatty raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sky was a little gloomy. After two days of marching, in the afternoon, 30,000 troops arrived outside Alimenca. On the plain outside, nénggòu saw the corpses of a large number of Baston soldiers, broken flags, and prairie cavalry cruising around.
Before the main infantry force arrived, the advancing 15,000 prairie cavalry units, yǐjīng followed Fatty’s orders and fought the Baston army several times, firmly suppressing the Baston people in the city and let them If you want to break through and escape, you can’t do it. The Baston people who are forced into desperation have launched multiple attacks in a row. Except for the corpses, all the gains of méiyǒu can only be completely withdrawn to the city in the end.
The prairie cavalry unit is divided into two wings of zuǒyòu, and began to gather outside the city, constantly launching harassing attacks on the outer defense line of the Baston Army, day and night, giving Baston people a chance to rest, and casualties are increasing. The more, according to the report of the Qianqi commanders on the grassland, the Baston Army’s jīngshényǐjīng is now on the verge of collapse, and there will be another big blow, and the Baston Army will completely collapse.
The Baston people finally míngbái, relying on the army, they didn’t leave this encirclement without kěnéng, they came from a cluster of arrows shot from outside the city, they said very qīhǔ, they had no choice but to surrender, they wanted to survive the encirclement. , There is only one way, and that is to open the gates.
The overwhelming army flag made a crackling sound in the wind. Under the flag that swept the plain, the infantry of the 20,000 Saron Legion was divided into four arrays and raised countless spears, like a dense cast of steel. The forest, the tall siege shield in the hands of the Falcon Heavy Infantry in the front row reflects the terrifying luster of the steel army. On the left side of the army line, there are 15,000 archery skilled archers in the grassland. They follow Order. Coming down from the war collectively,
In front of such a large army, Alimenca, which can only be regarded as a medium-sized city, looks so small,
From the circle of the observation mirror in his hand, the fat man can see that the Baston Army on the opposite city wall is very low. Whether it is an officer or a soldier, everyone's face looks ugly. It seems Qianqi Grassland What the elders said is true, after the fierce blow of the previous shíān, rúguǒ is not without a way to escape. The Baston people kěnéng have long taken the initiative to abandon this unsafe capital and choose to flee to the relatively safe mountainous area
According to the fat man’s estimation, zìjǐ didn’t need to attack at all, just besieged them for a week, and these Bastons would cry and surrender because they could not resist the double torture of hunger and jīngshén. Of course, There are also some people who choose to commit suicide.
No matter what, the Baston people have another way out, it's a pity. Without that shíān, we must let the country zhīdào, which is used to being a wall, as long as zìjǐ is willing, they can be crushed with one finger. Such a Principality of Gaston will truly become a barrier to protect the northwestern coast area. There is a war, and the Principality of Gaston is blessed with a plain terrain. It is the best battlefield. "Your Majesty! Let's attack!" Saran rode a horse from the front to ask for a battle. As an infantry who performed mediocrely in this battle, Saran would rather simply yīǎn. Use a round of attacks to show the strength of the Falcon infantry. All Baston people were sent to heaven in one go. "Don't worry, wait, wait till night, it will be more conducive to siege!"
The fat man raised his head and glanced at the sky, and said to the anxious Salon, how he would be thinking about shíme without his love of zhīdàozìjǐ. After arriving on the battlefield, Salon couldn't wait to arrange the infantry in line. The two were heavily armed infantry as the main force. The flag regiment was ranked at the forefront of the legion. Salong eagerly wanted to wipe out all the Baston people, so he repeatedly asked for combat orders, but the fat man always approved me,
The five-meter-high city wall in front, the méiyǒu moat, is just a sloping stone wall built under the city wall. It is a typical plain city. The soil in this area is problematic. Although it is a plain, the grass on the ground is obviously thin. , Any moisture in the air, the strong wind blows from people, bringing very dry gǎào, some dìfāng and even yǐjīng appear to be cracked, revealing large cracks with thick arms, and a dry river passes under the city.
Salon can't be stopped by such a defense! The fat man is very míngbái, and the Baston people on the opposite side are also very qīhǔ this yīǎn, this is the last chance, rúguǒ the other party is still so unwilling to give up completely, then zìjǐ can only order the destruction of this city!
Shíān passed in a moment, the sky was completely dark, and the torches were lit up and down the city, lighting up half of the sky, as if stained with blood
Fatty finally lost his patience. He raised his hand, "Prepare to attack the city!" "Swipe" in front of Fatty. The four rows of ten thousand prairie cavalry who lined up like a long line also began to calmly fill the horseback. Remove the quiver from the arrow cluster. The front end of the quiver is similar to a wedge shape. The front of the quiver is covered with a thin layer of white iron. The grassland archers will use the quiver to wrap the front end of the iron and insert it deeply into the soft soil under the feet to let the arrow With the tail of the cluster facing upwards, the hand took out a white-feathered barb arrow from the inside, the bowstring was pulled apart, and there was a nervous creaking sound,
"Ready to attack the city!" Saron heard the order, her face full of joy. I was about to turn around and return to the army. At this moment, the gate of Alimenka on the opposite side, tūrán, opened, and only one man and one horse came out of the gate.
"Hold on!" The fat man yelled to stop the archer from letting his arrows. The night was very dark, and the people who came out from the opposite side couldn't see their faces and couldn't use the binoculars, so he was just tall, méiyǒu riding a horse with his hands empty. Yes, he walked towards the 30,000 Falcons waiting in the battle, but he also flicked the white flag and showed the identity of zìjǐ, so Salong turned back with some dissatisfaction and muttered, "Your Majesty, why bother If you know the guy who is being lifted, just go straight in!" "Go and see, it's the shíme situation!" Fatty méiyǒu Risaron waved his hand behind him. A group of cavalry guards galloped past, but the report came up soon. The man turned out to be the Duke of Gaston, the Duke of Gaston? "The fat man looked surprised, and Saron was also confused," let him come over! "The fat man gave a sigh of relief. Anyway, there is no need to attack for the time being. The city is over. Once the army is launched, no one can guarantee what will happen. Although the military order is like a mountain, the guy Salong has been stubborn for a long time, I am afraid that he will be indulged in his subordinates.
Under the shining of the torch, the old Duke of Baston staggered, with murderous soldiers on both sides. The torch reflected on the cold weapons and shields made people shudder
The Duke of Baston is thin, wearing a Baston-style gray robe, his head is covered with silver threads, and his expression is haggard. Although he tries hard to make the jīngshén shown by zìjǐ shake yīǎn, there are two big places. Dark circles, drooping bags under the eyes, and the beard that I forgot to shave for many days, the bloodshot eyes,
It seems that his life these days is very difficult. He has abandoned his ally for many years, Blaise, and was defeated by the Falcons. The principality is almost exhausted. As the leader of one party, how can he not be haggard! "He's here to do shíme? Begging for mercy?" Salong said puzzledly in páān. He was very dissatisfied with the other party's tūrán behavior. If you want to be a tough guy, you should treat it to the end. Seeing that you have to do it, tūrán is soft and boring!
Different from him, the fat man rode on the battle mǎshàng, his eyes focused on the old man who was slowly passing by the army, and rarely showed a little appreciation. The other party dared to come alone when the two armies were at war. This It really made the fat man unexpected. "It seems that the rumors outside are not entirely true. The Duke of Buston is a man with a bit of courage!"
"Let’s go down and take a look. If he is allowed this speed, we will have to wait until dawn!" The fat man said quietly, riding his horse and whip, galloping down from the rear of the army, the hoofs of the horses roared, a hundred names The black guards followed the cavalry, and Saron wanted to complain a few words, and quickly followed,
The old man heard the sound of horses hooves coming quickly, stopped, and looked forward with deep eyes. The soldiers in front separated from him on both sides. A young man in armor like a demon was surrounded by the crowd, riding a horse. Come,
The war horse stopped in front of him
"Your Excellency is your Majesty Falcon!" the old man asked calmly
"I'm the Vickia Falcon!" The fat man echoed coldly on mǎshàng~IndoMTL.com~I can't hear the emotions of shíme
"I am Ulibick, Duke of Baston!" The old man gave a courteous and thoughtful salute, trying to conceal zìjǐ's haggardness and frustration, kicking up jīngshén, and staring at the fat man with sullen eyes. Saying word by word, "I'm here for you to fight! Use honor to end this war of méiyǒu meaning between the two sides!"
"Duel!"
All the generals of the Falcon Army were stunned, and then let out a burst of laughter. This old man must be crazy. His Majesty Falcon is the super general who swept Ikadiva, the name of the **** of war, enough to make all The military commander lost his soul, and the opponent challenged His Majesty Falcon with a dying man. Méiyǒu was no more laughable than this. Only one person, méiyǒu, laughed, and that was the fat man. His eyes flashed with seriousness, and his face snorted seriously. "Do you think it is funny?" The stern voice spread, and there was immediate silence around, and the sound of the wind blowing across the plain could be heard. "For shíme? For shíme to come and die?" The fat man looked straight at Wuli, who looked calm in front of him. Old Duke Piccolo said, "rúguǒ you promised to send hostages, and promised that I can save Buston! "
"What your Majesty wants is not Gaston, but a battlefield called Gaston! Instead of looking at the center of the war, it is better to give this land to your majesty, at least nénggòu has something for the people of Gaston. Saved!" The old Duke Ulibick raised his head, his eyes are like electricity, which makes people palpitations secretly, so sharp eyes (to be continued...)