Power and Empire Chapter 1276: The Battle of Normandy (1)
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Heavy snowy night, the plains of Normandy, the sky and the earth are gleaming, the cold weather has opened the ground with dry gaps, as if it has never changed for thousands of years, large swaths of snowflakes filled the sky and the earth, with the howling cold wind, Fly back and forth without any scruples, making a shrill whistle like tearing a piece of cloth. In such cold weather, basically no one will drive at night, and even the hottest flames in the cold wilderness will be extinguished. , The temperature at night can drop below minus ⒛ degrees, except for the hungry wolves, any life will choose to retreat,
But there was a list tonight. Hundreds of small black spots appeared in front of the cold and icy wind and snow under the condition that the road ahead was almost invisible. They were dressed in single-bó linen clothes. Everyone’s face is cold like a piece of white paper, with blood stains that have been frozen to a greater or lesser degree, and all kinds of weird farm tools held tightly in their hands. The blood stains on them indicate that These people are not as simple as ordinary people,
The cold wind is bitter, in the unavoidable wilderness, they staggered, in the knee-deep snow layer, one foot high and first foot, even if the face was cold, white hair-like frost appeared. Their eyes are still staring at the northeast sky unwaveringly,
"Akira! Hold on, we're almost there!" A young man running in front suddenly stopped his progress and shouted at a companion next to him. His companion was completely affected by his body. Frozen, and finally fell into the snow with a weird posture like a puppet,
Only the eyeballs can turn, the mouth is slightly open, "Leave me alone, keep running!" This is the message revealed by his companion with the eyeballs, and he tried to show a smiling smile with the corners of his mouth that was able to twitch at the end.
"Don’t waste precious energy, he is not saved, let him be alone for the last time!" An accomplice who caught up from behind tried to pull the frozen companion out of the snow. The young man who got up said
"No, we promised to go back together! I can't leave him!" The young man looked firm, even though he was shaking all over, bent over, gasping for breath, and his messy hair was covered with snowflakes, all frozen. Like ice scum, I still hold my partner’s hand and don’t want to let go
He was about twenty years old, and the tears from his eyes flowed down from his cheeks before they turned into two crystal clear ice. The weather was too cold, just stopped for less than half a minute, the young man It was cold that I almost lost consciousness all over the body, and the biting cold wind made him almost unable to walk.
There are already many companions on this road, just like this, they can’t move and watch the snowflakes falling from the sky. At an unimaginable speed, they quickly cover their frozen body until they are in this vast snow. , There is no trace of it anymore, their lonely life stays in this foreign land forever
"What are you doing, don't let him go, unless you want to die with him!" A tall middle-aged man came to him and forcibly separated his hand from the hand of the frozen zombie body.
" I said, I want to take him back with him! "The young man has fallen into a semi-conscious state, whispering in a voice that almost only he can hear
"Stupid! Coward!" Almost in an instant, the middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped him in the face suddenly. A strong sense of humiliation made the young man wake up immediately, and the young man was angry. Looking up, he comes from a noble family in Salander. He was captured because of his defeat, and then sold here as a slave by the Normans.
"I'm so ashamed of you!" The middle-aged man looked at the palm prints on his face, the young man with a dull expression pointed to his dead companion, and said, "Look where your companion fell. This is not our land. Our lives on this foreign land are like falling snow, so they resist desperately. Even if they know that it may be the moment of death, they may not have the opportunity to see the sea isolated from the homeland. , It may not be able to emphasize the fragrance of Salander, but at least they hope that when they die, they can be closer to their homeland, they can fall, but they are not willing to be able to take the people they hope to go back to also die. !"
"I'm not a coward!" The young man was full of blood and glared. The word coward reminded him of the unpleasant experience of being captured.
" If you are not a coward, then go on with the hope of your companion!" The middle-aged man yelled, "Snow is pure. For those of us who are far from our homeland, it may not be a good one. Belonging, at least, they don’t need to be randomly discarded by their owners in the wilderness to feed wolves or other carnivores, and they don’t need to be tied to a tree trunk by guards and peeled alive because one of the owners is not satisfied.
The middle-aged man’s voice stopped, looked up at the dark sky in the distance, and said, “When the snow stops, the Norman hunting team will come. Let’s fight together. From more than a thousand people to now, there are only There are less than a hundred people, why? Don’t you just want to be able to go back to your homeland? There is not enough distance from the seaside. Here, if everything goes well, we can see the sea tomorrow morning, and there should be our boat there! "
"But...
" The stubborn young man still wants to say,
" Keep moving forward, or stay together, like a coward, to escape the hope that your companion has placed on you, choose yourself! "The middle-aged man interrupted his words, and then continued forward without turning his head.
One by one, the fugitives passed by the young man. The young man’s face was red and white. Seeing the figure disappearing in front, he seemed to have made up his mind. He squatted down without stiffening his companion. The body lies flat in the snow,
"Akira! You have to wait for me!" The young man half-kneeled on the snow and bid the final farewell to the body of his best friend. He raised his head, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and whispered, "I will take Salander’s most beautiful golden Bianlis flowers come back, and let this wilderness where you are buried. Become a sea of golden flowers! I swear to the **** of winter with my noble surname Bai Osud!"
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The sun rises from the eastern horizon, the wind and snow stop, the sky and the earth are white, a black line appears in the distance, horseshoes are raising snow, and a group of hundreds of Normandy cavalrymen appeared yesterday. The direction of the late fugitives, in front of the cavalry, is a few big hounds running in the snow. The cavalry commander leading the group is a middle-aged knight with a scar on his face, wearing polished and bright armor. , Wearing a real cloak
He is the local lord Dickl. He received a report of the attack on the nearby garrison last night. According to his guess, he was met by the Sarander slaves who had gathered to resist in the rumor. According to the regulations of the Principality, as a lord, he is obliged to help the master of Slugli to catch Slugli. In order to thank the lord for his help, the Slugli must also give a gift of thanks. Dickle is making advancements for this winter. I was worried about the bad harvest in the territory. Knowing that it was such a good thing, before the day was completely light, I immediately rushed with my own guard
A hunting dog followed by "Wow Wang" suddenly stopped in front, barked in his mouth, his eyes gleamed, and his paws were constantly scratching the snow layer below, seeming to have found something
"Let’s take a look. Last night they attacked a nearby defensive camp. They encountered such a heavy snow. Many people must have died." The leader of the team was a seasoned knight with a long battlefield. He Predicting that the opponent is fleeing all the way, in this wilderness that can't even evade, it must be difficult to move. His hound grew up on cannibalism. Such an exciting move indicates that there must be something good below. Food
The guard cavalry issued a call sign, and rode a horse to the place where the hound was digging the ground. A cavalry pulled the manic hound away, and several cavalry jumped off their horses and tried to dig with their own cavalry long swords. The loose snow layer revealed the corpse of a fugitive inside. An experienced cavalry guard squatted down without body. After checking it, he stood up and said loudly to Dickle behind, "My lord, it has been dead for hours. Now, judging from the other corpses found along the way, the direction of these fugitive slaves should be the seaside!"
"Beach?" Dickle sneered on the war horse. Do these slaves want to jump into the sea and swim back? What a joke!
"Everyone get on the horse, let's go to the beach!" Dickle shouted excitedly. As a lord near the sea in Normandy, he is no stranger to the escape of Salander slaves. He even I also know that there are some smuggling merchant ships going to and from the open sea, and occasionally they will take part of the escaped slaves back at the smuggling point, but it is a pity that since Normandy abandoned Antoros, the nearby sea has been locked.
So during this period of time, there are no smuggling merchant ships in the coastal area. You can imagine the expressions of those Salander slaves who are looking forward to seeing themselves suddenly when they are full of hope,
That must be a very wonderful feeling! There was a trace of blood in Dickel’s cruel eyes,
He still remembers the same situation last time. More than 60 Salander slaves were captured, and a few of the leaders were dragged back all the way by their horses. When they arrived at the castle, Already dying, the bones have come out, or they have become a pile of fleshy, the screaming, desperate and helpless voice along the way, and now it makes Dickle tremble excitedly when he thinks of it,
Especially there are more than a dozen female slaves with good looks inside. After Dickle played a few disabled, he threw all these female slaves to his soldiers. In three days, one Did not survive, all the fragmented and white corpses were thrown on the river beach to feed the hounds, and all the Salander slaves in the territory were summoned to watch. The faces of those who scared the unknown Salander were all green. Some people even peeed their pants on the spot,
The funny scene makes Dickle think that the Salanders are really a weak nation, unlike the Normans who call themselves wild wolves. Such a weak nation has only slaves. Li can match with it.
The road in ⒛ is only an hour’s work for the cavalry. Coupled with the familiarity with the road, Dickle’s chasing cavalry found traces of the fugitive about mile from the sea. , Those in rags are cooking, the number is about 70 or 80 people, each of them is thin and single body, in the cold wind of the wilderness, like tufts of hemp
"Stop!" Dickel raised his hand and shouted sharply. The cavalry behind stopped the horses' hoofs and brought a piece of white snow flying. The metal vest made a sound of collision and friction, in the morning light. Under the shining, a black dead line is brought up
"I am a Norman!"
The fugitive who was cooking on the spot, looked at the black lines that appeared in the distance, and suddenly became confused.
They had already rushed to the beach. Unfortunately, the turbulent tide on the sea did not show signs of a boat docking at all. They had to rush to another smuggling point where there might be ships, and they happened to be the same as Dico who was chasing afterwards. Meet
"Don’t mess, they are cavalry, they must hug together if they don’t want to die!" It’s the middle-aged man. He is obviously very famous among these fugitives. His name is Valal, before he became a slave. , Is a deputy commander of the Mamunuk Knights in Salander,
When he took his own skewer and several Mamunuks to withdraw from the cover, he was defeated by the cavalry of Goshawk Avidze and was captured by the Normans. He was also the principal of this escape. Under the cry of, a part of the Salanders gathered around him, their arms tremblingly raised the agricultural fork in their hands, and two simple infantry swords, forming a simple queue. This was already the biggest resistance they could organize. , Panic, confusion, fear and other countless emotions flashed in their eyes,
"Haha, what is this, Salander gun array?"
Dickle looked at the horse in front of him, erected a group of funny farm tools, even the trembling Salander slaves, with a smirk at the corners of their mouths, if this can also withstand the impact of the Normandy cavalry , That's the real big joke. He drew a double-edged knight's battle axe from the horse manger, held it up against the sun, and shouted, "Warriors of Normandy, crush them!"
"Charge!"
Hundreds of Normandy cavalry swooped down at a high speed by the terrain, and their heavy armor made a metal sound on the undulating horseback, like a majestic steel city wall facing the Salander slaves in front. The Limen were pressed, and as the cavalry ran faster and faster, the entire ground trembled in front of this terrible steel charge. The sound of heavy horseshoes was like rolling thunder in the winter night, and the mighty and majestic momentum was that there was a giant dragon in front. Will be crushed to pieces
"Definitely never retreat!"
The Salanders on the opposite side also uttered a loud shout. Many of them were Salander soldiers. The humiliation of failure made them laugh even if they were holding a handle tightly. Nongcha, what finally showed on their faces was a kind of determination,
They gathered the queue as much as possible, letting dozens of Bingnong forks open like hedgehogs, their round eyes were bloodshot, their lips were white with tension, and a fierce cold wind was squeezed from the cavalry on the opposite side. Blowing from the other side,
a distance of tens of meters, you will be there in no time,
"Papa" The Salanders at the front were all knocked over without exception, but the forks in their hands also stabbed the Norman cavalry horses, causing a spark of friction on the metal vest, and they turned their backs on their backs. Snow was rolling, and several Norman soldiers fell into the Salander slaves from their war horses because of their inertia. Blood spattered from the crowd. The screams of the Norman soldiers frightened the other cavalry. Turn quickly,
"A bunch of idiots! It will scare a few farmers!
Dickle behind was a little dissatisfied and yelled that these Salander slaves were able to block the first wave of impact, which surprised him. He personally drove the horse forward, and all the Norman cavalry He moves closer,
"How's our situation?" On the Salander side, Valaler was hurriedly untying the armor of a Norman corpse, and then draped it on himself
"⒙Personal injury, death! The tragic cost of the first confrontation made Valalle's body tremble slightly,
"So much!" He took a deep breath, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. According to this comparison, within three rounds, his side would collapse. He seemed to think of something. The companions looked around and said
"Is there an archer here?" There was no one around to answer him. Archer is a very tasteless profession in the Salander army. There is basically no formal organization, and there are few general Mamunuks. Archer
"No one at all?" Valalle asked again, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes
" I have studied bow and arrow for a while! "A young man stood out from the crowd, with a somewhat embarrassed expression," My family once had a master archer, so the ages have asked us to learn something about bows and arrows. "
" It’s you! "Valal’s eyes lit up, he remembers this young man last night,
He passed the longbow and a bag of arrows found behind the Normandy cavalry, and asked, "I'm glad you finally made the right choice. Listen to your tone. It should be a hereditary Mamunuk. Well, I haven't asked what your family is...?"
"Bai Ousud!"
The young man took the bow and arrow, tried it on his hand, made a posture of pulling the bow and shooting flat, and responded with a flat look
" The family of the Duke Baiou... mouth...! "Hearing this surname, Valaler's face suddenly changed, his hands stopped in the air, and the other people stopped the messy voices, all All eyes are on this young man
After a while~IndoMTL.com~ Valalle said respectfully, "Last night was really rude, I didn't expect you to be one of the three major duke families in the south"
" is a thing of the past! "The young man responded with a wry smile. "Because the entire Bai Ou family died in the Battle of the South, now I am the only one left. If I die here today, Bai Ou This is the end of the surname Su De!"
" You mentioned that there was a sharpshooter in the Bai Ou family, I don’t know if it was called the Bai Ovaliya who shot the stars!" Valalle asked cautiously
"Well, did you know him? "This time it is the young man’s turn to be surprised. Bai Ovalia is an alternative to the Bai Ou family.
As a child of the three major duke families, he didn’t learn Mamunuk’s riding skills, but plunged into archery that most people shamelessly.
If it weren't for the thirty-four generals who shot and killed the enemy with outstanding archery skills, I am afraid that Bai Ovalia would become a shame to the Bai Ou family.
" Okay, let's set it up! "Valal did not want to talk more about this, and glanced at the Normandy cavalry who had assembled in the distance,
He said to the young man, "The only way we can beat the opponent now is to shoot the opponent's commander with a bow and arrow when the opponent initiates an attack. As long as the opponent is chaotic, we have a chance to survive!" To be continued) [This text is provided by the Qihang update team, handsome and handsome, Yushu Linfeng, Huajiandu, see all driving and have a tire burst] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, and your support , Is my biggest motivation. )