Power and Empire Chapter 1884: Shinkyo Turbulence (7)
The rain stopped unexpectedly in the middle of the night, which is a good sign,
The horseshoe stomped heavily on the rain on the Long Street, splashing on the corpses along the way, the human blood under the rain gathered into a red river, bubbling on the side of the road, the light rain mixed with the smell of blood The sound of horses’ hooves stepping through the rainy night is especially clear in the silent night.
The Gauls on both sides of the street, hiding behind doors and windows, watched in horror as a group of black cavalry on the shadowy long street swept past like a gust of wind. Their faces became paler and paler. These black armored cavalry looked stern and maintained their height. Silence, it seems so unreal,
"Your Majesty, the army has moved into the city! Saron's Northern Legion is sweeping." A black armored guard reported from the front, and the fat man waved his hand to the black armored guard and scanned the city group in front of him. "Tell Salon, don't spread too much, just clear the five-mile area centered on the palace, and there is no need for the escaped guards to pursue them, "Yes! "The black cavalry galloped away,
"Order the army not to kill too much, and gather to the Gallic Palace!" The fat man raised his eyebrows, "Assemble now?" Bezukaya, who followed next, showed a trace of surprise on the pretty face, and asked curiously." Isn't it the best time to chase down the ruined army? "."Break the army? At this time, it doesn't matter that the army is defeated. Do you know why I only let the Saron troops with the least force enter the city? 'The fat man glanced at her like electricity, which was shocking. He turned to look sharply at the dense forest-like buildings in the distance, and slowly said, "The city gate has been blocked. Even if the other party runs, he can't get out." The city in front of us is the largest city in the north of Obaro. It is more than ten miles long and wide, with a population of hundreds of thousands. The internal streets are crisscrossed and criss-crossed. Even with our strength, it cannot be cleaned up overnight. The pursuit of killing will lead to unnecessary massacres."
The fat man's voice paused, and he clenched the reins of the war horses and said, "You are not a soldier, you don't understand some things! The elites who have been fighting for a long time are most likely to be affected by bad weather, such as heavy rains and thunder, which will cause them to erupt. There is a bloodthirsty hostility. If it is an order to attack the city, such a soldier will become a beast that is not afraid of death. If it is a field battle between the two armies, it will become a killing machine. The fortified bustling Kyoto "The fat man's voice stopped, his eyes flickered," Will there be a massacre? "Bezukaya's body trembled slightly, her heart shrank a little,
She also seemed to feel something. The atmosphere around her was extremely suppressed, with lightning and thunder over her head constantly hovering in light and darkness. The air was raining with a strong smell of blood, and it was hit with a head and head. The closer to the direction of the palace, the more tragic the scene in front. At first glance, the streets were filled with water mixed with blood, and the corpses turned white in the rain. No one knew how many people died. "Pay attention!" The fat man who opened the road in front suddenly slowed down,
Bezukaya discovered that because the corpses in front had already blocked the road, there was a faint sound of water in front of it
"If you are not used to it. Go back first." The fat man turned his head and said. He didn't care, but he was a little worried that Bezukaya could not understand this scene of Shura hell. This is the periphery of the palace, and it must be a fierce battle. The most tragic place. Going forward, he can't guarantee what he will see!
"No, I'm fine!"
Bezukaya’s shell-like teeth bit her lips, raised her head, her face suddenly pale, vomiting, an urge to retching, the battle tonight is centered on the palace, so the people who died here At most, there are **** battles everywhere from the city’s main roads to fork roads.
The road has completely turned blood red here, and the walls on both sides are full of blood stains like flowers blooming. During the walk, it is like walking in hell. There are corpses across the ground under the feet, and the limbs and hands are in the rain. Floating, there is almost no place for the horseshoe to rest, and it can only step forward on the soft body,
The surroundings are quiet, khaka, the soft crackling sound of horseshoe stepping on the corpse, it makes people feel a kind of creepy fear,
The fighting on the battlefield is not terrible. What's terrible is the scene of the opponent after fighting. Bezukaya, who participated in the Battle of the North, was also frightened. She did not expect that the civil war could be fought to such an extent, it was simply better than a siege. The battle is more fierce, fingers clenched the reins tightly, and the tension is slightly white.
"Tsk tsk, kill yourself, kill yourself to this level, it's a super level performance...!" She heard the fat man in front say a low voice, she saw the source of the sound of water, the rosy little Lips can't close at last, magnificent? Still miserable! I can’t describe her inner thoughts now,
I saw a **** more than 20 meters ahead, where the corpses were stacked more than a meter high.
A red water wave, like being squeezed by a powerful force, is like a whistling water dragon, shooting down from the 40-degree **** where the pile of corpses is located, forming a dark red waterfall. These The water flow comes from the convergence of other fork roads, and the amount is scary. The water flow hits the pile of corpses, scattered like waves,
It can be seen that the private armies of the nobles have an overwhelming advantage, because most of the corpses here are the clothing of the Janissaries. The corners of the fat man’s mouth are slightly curled. The woman Algernon Julia hit the iron this time. The **** is old and spicy. This sentence is true. The Gaul Kyoto aristocrats are not very capable of fighting. In the muddy waters of conspiracy and internal fighting, I don’t know how many people eat people and don’t spit bones. The fierce character, located in the central palace, is being stripped layer by layer. Although the advancement of the private army is slow, it is only a matter of progress.
"Very beautiful late-competition tactics, the main person should be the Minister of Internal Affairs who has manipulated the internal affairs of Gaul for 30 years!" The fat man gave a fairly pertinent evaluation. In this conspiracy versus conspiracy battle, Al Genon Julia can be regarded as a complete defeat. The noble side showed the aggressiveness of the latecomer, set up an ambush in the fierce battle position in advance, and introduced the Gaul Guards into the ambush circle. It was a civil war in Kyoto. It was ridiculous that Algernon Julia. I didn't even notice that the tens of thousands of the elite Gaul Guards had been yin to death in this way.
At the gate of the Gaul Palace, the fierce fighting continued, and the bright sword shone cold in the distance! The turbulent private troops climbed towards the city wall. In the second and third waves, the guard lancer stood on the palace wall and slammed down with his spear.
Blood splashing" ah" The private soldiers who climbed below screamed and fell down a few meters high palace wall.
The private soldiers issued are still like a colony of ants climbing up to put sugar, and the number is almost invisible. Although the city guards have maintained neutrality in the turmoil, this time the noble coalition still has more than 30,000 people. The strength of the Gallic palace is no more than 5,000, and the disparity in strength is huge. "Hold it!" The guards officer above shouted vigorously. During the chaos, in front of the palace gate, several small crashers covered in thick leather were hunting. Surrounded by regular eagles, they approached the gate of the palace, bumping the front end of the crashed car and being pulled up high by the people behind. Then let go, drew a startling arc, and hit the golden gate of the Gallic Palace hard," slap: The first time, the iron bar on the gate flew out in a curved shape and bounced against the wall next to it. On the ground, Gurulu fell on the ground. The Gaul Palace never thought that one day it would need to be used as a fortress, so the decoration of this gate is far more practical than war,
The crash hit again violently, and after the fifth hit, the palace gate began to shatter. The severely deformed door bar behind was bounced out
The gate of the palace opened a gap "Kill!" The Falcon Army heavy infantry shouted loudly, like a scavenger, waving a melee flail, and rushing forward with a powerful force of thunder. The Gaul Guards, who had been exhausted after a night of fierce fighting, saw the huge crowds after the gate opened, with red eyes. Holding a shield and spear high, he came forward,
"Papa" two equally black waves collided at the gate location,
The sound is thunderous. Because the gap was too narrow, and the two armies were close to each other. Except for the people in the front row, the weapons of the soldiers from the rear were too late to deploy and slammed into each other. In a gap of only a few meters, thousands of people from the two armies rushed to kill, and the bodies of both sides were squeezed together, the soldiers
The soldiers sticked to each other close together, the shields slammed together, and the two sides did not say they were fighting. Can't even turn around, but even so, the follow-up troops are still rushing forward continuously, adding density to this dense vortex.
The Falcon Heavy Infantry has a sturdy body and a thick armored body. They can barely withstand such crowding, but the Janissaries with thin armor are unlucky,
In such a close crowd, no matter how high you are, you can’t use it. The guards were squeezed so that they could not stand on the ground, their ribs were broken, their legs were trampled, their necks were squeezed off, and their bodies were crushed. The thin soldiers were squeezed to vomit blood, and from time to time there was a dying whimper from the crowd
"Help..."
The fighting at the gap lasted more than ten minutes, and the barrier of the Guards was finally broken. The Guards blocked half of the battle there. The others started to flee. It was not that they did not want to surrender, but that they had already killed the red. Eyes,
"Attack!" In a loud hiss,
The heavy infantry group of the Falcon regular army rushing into the palace gate is like a 10,000-ton boulder rolling down from the mountain, pushing forward heavily and unstoppably. Along the way, I could only hear the crisp sound of crackling swords and the screams of wailing. A torrent of black iron armor rushed into the queue of the reinforcements, and a terrible wailing sounded. "Asshole, what are these? When did the nobles have such terrible soldiers!" The Gaul Guards were almost tortured. Seeing the situation reversed in an instant, the people in front were chopped up in pieces
They fought hard to resist. Wielding knives and guns, their weapons are nothing but white marks on the armors of these heavy infantry, who are wearing heavy armor and resemble monsters. The terrifyingly strong and terrifying heavy armor ignores these light weapons of the Imperial Guard. The attack, like a wild boar with fangs, arched forward, "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers on the opposite side yelled like an explosion. With a heavy weapon in their hands, even the shields of the people were smashed. The flesh, the hatchet swept past and cut off the people blocking in front, "My God!" The Gaul Kyoto nobles and private troops behind were all stared at them, they were attacking the private troops used to contain the city wall. They all stopped, their eyes were full of blood, like being slapped countless slaps.
What is a killing machine? This is a real professional killing machine. Killing is like chopping vegetables and melons, waving weapons neatly, stepping forward, then waving weapons neatly, and then stepping forward, just like a group of skilled cutting in the field The old farmers in the wheat ears, this is what they cut off is the human head, all the obstacles in their way, the human body, limbs, armor, and weapons were crushed to pieces. A second ago, there was still a live soldier queue, and it instantly became flesh and blood. Fuzzy debris, those traces that flash by in the night light all have a sense of art,
Compared with these real professional soldiers, the previous battle was like two children fighting,
This is Salon’s Northern Army, a true elite that defeated more than one hundred thousand Gaul Northern Army with 30,000 miles northward. They are well acquainted with the battle formations and formations of the Gauls, and they are also the most assault troops. They have faced more than one hundred thousand Gaul troops without changing their faces, not to mention a group of stupid people standing in front of them. The light infantry quickly displayed a powerful momentum like a tiger descending the mountain. "Black...black, they are not private soldiers, but the heavy infantry of the Falcon Empire!" Finally some of the imperial guards found something wrong in the dark, and their eyes were shocked. Focusing on the dark armor that the opponent thought was caused by the night, it was not the light of the night, but the black light. These killer armors are black,
He yelled in panic, and was immediately chopped off his head by a sharp axe, causing his voice to come to an abrupt end. "The opposite is the heavy infantry of the Falcon Empire!" After a chill, I took a closer look, and the armors on the opposite side were really black, black, too black! The black is like a group of demons coming in, and the Guards are very loyal. The fighting spirit is not low, but in order to seek surprises, they are all lightly dressed tonight, because they don't think the nobles will break out of resistance. Moreover, the nobles did not have heavy infantry. Heavy armor has always been a strictly controlled contraband. As a result, it was crushed by the heavy infantry of the other side. "The nobles must have opened the gates and the Falcon Army has entered the city!" The soldiers looked angry. Looking at the Falcons and the private soldiers on an attack line, you can think of what is going on with their feet, if the city gate is opened. There are 100,000 Falcon Empire troops outside the city!
The mind of the Janissaries was completely disturbed,
There are only a few thousand guards guarding the palace, and the opponent is more than 100,000.
The disparity between the strengths of the two sides is beyond imagination,
"I don't have the confidence to fight anymore!" Chaos spread. Facing the more aggressive Falcon heavy infantry, the Gaul Guards were timid. They watched their comrades fight desperately and couldn't hurt them. The opponent, and those iron-clad giants with black horned helmets, smashed their own side into blood with a random wave, and chopped their bodies to pieces with a battle axe. Thinking about this, there are still hundreds of thousands of enemies. Unable to control his body and mind unaffected, his fighting spirit plummeted, and even though the officers roared violently behind them, they still couldn't help but retreat,
When the fat man arrived, the battle for the palace had come to an end. The Saron Legion did not live up to expectations, and quickly took down the vital Gaul palace, but Algernon Julia did not find it. The fat man was right. This is not surprising. The huge Gaul Palace would be a **** if there is not even a secret path for emergency escape. Gaul Kyoto has completely stood by her side, and the woman has lost the most dependent Guards. , Is already powerless! In this Kyoto, there are so many people who want this woman to die to form a legion, let the Gauls solve it by themselves! Easy and simple, I picked up a big bargain
"Your Majesty Thunder, the result of all obstacles is to become a fan!"
"Yeah, yeah, such a strong army is really jaw-dropping. It really deserves to be the first army in the mainland. The woman is not capable of her own strength, and she has a manipulative arm as a chariot, seeking her own death."
"Your Majesty is a soldier, the best in the world!"
A group of Kyoto nobles with tens of thousands of private soldiers behind them has already knelt down at the gate of the palace, flattering in their mouths, which can be regarded as venting their inner joy. It's dangerous. Fortunately, Be sincere, otherwise the one who becomes a fan is yourself, and you didn't choose the wrong one! Look at the group of butchers just now, killing the Guards is like killing vegetables
The fat man raised his hand on the battle horse, his gaze swept away, and a majestic aura spread out, and he said loudly, "This is everyone's contribution. I will not treat the family who participated in the battle of the palace tonight! You guys! They all used their actions to express their loyalty to the empire." "Thank your Majesty!" The nobles showed joy on their faces~IndoMTL.com~The Viking Falcon is cruel, but it is still the kind of talk that counts, yes. With the capital tonight, at least one-third of the industry can be saved,
Saron knows the fat man's mind best, finds an opportunity, quietly leaned over to this dead bitch, smiled and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it's still my cleverness. Now you can rest assured that our people have completely controlled the palace. On the three floors, each door has guards. You can't even fly out of the palace if you see a small silver coin every brick and tile. These are all of the empire, and all of your majesty! ""Well, This time is not bad, you are smart! "The fat man waved to these surrender Kyoto Guilians, his eyes narrowed, he was really happy in his heart, he was rich! Don't chase down the army, for fear of causing excessive killings. In fact, the fat guy is afraid that the private soldiers will take down the Gallic Palace in advance. After the looting, the loss will be great! It will always take a lot of effort to get these **** to spit it out at that time,
Saron really deserves to be his confidant. Hearing this, he immediately went to the Gallic Palace no matter what the ruined army was, and he went straight to the Gallic Palace. That is the big head of your Majesty’s concern.
Finally caught up, the fat man glanced at the towering palace complex in front of him, a palace of a three-hundred-year-old empire. How much wealth is this? It is conservatively estimated that it is more than 50 million gold coins. The empire has used soldiers for more than two months. The more than 20 million spent not only earned it back, but also made a small fortune. (To be continued...)