Power and Empire Chapter 1281: The Scarlet Silver Sparrow (3)
On the eastern coast of Normandy, the white hills of the silver bird, the heavy rain is like a beating, big white raindrops fall from the sky, dripping on the wet ground full of salt and alkali, and there are bursts of white spray, looking from a distance Go, the horizon in the distance was completely hazy in white. In the silence of this confused world, the dense rumbling sound gradually remembered, and the rain on the ground bloomed in circles.
I saw the rain fluttering, a hundred meters long and almost covered with a layer of hoarfrost on the saline bank, a thick dense black line emerged, and the cold light of the weapon flashed in the rain to make people feel embarrassed. The light, dense cavalry, like a large black cloud, came on the white rainstorm.
"Stop the whole army!" A Normandy general with golden and silver horns on his head, on the edge of the saline soil, violently pulled the horse running under his crotch, raised his right hand, and motioned to the cavalry behind him." "Pa" The tens of thousands of Normandy cavalry clusters stopped neatly and uniformly on the edge of the saline-alkali land with orders. Horseshoes stomped heavily on the edge of the saline-alkali land, sputtering a large frost-like mist, because at the same time, the white frost formed on the edge. In front of the line, tens of thousands of horses hoofs were raised and put down uncomfortably, and at the same time they brought up the mud on the ground and stirred the ground under their feet into a muddy ball, and the long hissing of war horses one after another.
On the side of these Normandy cavalry, the breath of a group of heavily armored war horses brought a puff of white smoke in the cold rain. These heavy war horses have long vests attached to their heads, and their thick bodies are Like a thick hill, the body is unusually strong, and the full vest is draped, like a ferocious behemoth, with murderous intent, less than a kilometer away from them.
The black army that was in a retreating posture suddenly looked like a beast forced into a desperate situation. It finally stopped moving forward, but revealed sharp minions, a long spear formed from a shield. The military formations stretched out. Against the background of the rain, it is like a cold light surging in front, spreading out, forming an inclined surface similar to an indentation, but the simple and clear lines reveal a razor-like depression, as if the whole saline-alkali land was cut from the side. open.
The two armies confronted each other on this saline land about a kilometer long and wide. The heavy rain fell on the soldiers of the two armies, and they slid down to the ground along the black armor surfaces of both sides, as if the whole world filled the earth. As cold. "Have these guys who acted as bait finally reacted?"
The small eyes flashed a teasing look, and the Normandy general who was looking at the army sneered slightly. The raindrops hit his bare skin outside the armor, revealing a healthy bronze color, like many inland The nobles used to describe the appearance of a murderer, his eyes were like a machete with a sharp cold light, and the blue veins on his forehead were agitating with the words, the appearance of the Norman general. In the Normandy nation, where bravery is supreme, it can attract the attention of many women.
On the dark red cloak behind it, you can see a black scorpion woven with silver thread. He has revealed his identity, Normandy Black Scorpion Zhimu, one of the seven generals of the Duke of Normandy.
"Why stop. Zhimu Daqi long" A young general with a proud look, wearing a gorgeous white armor and a horned helmet made of gold. Suddenly come immediately from behind him", please clarify the situation, Commander Armand, I am the commander of this legion! Your duty is only to supervise the battle! "For the question of this young general, Zhimu was cold and cold. A faint displeasure flashed across his face.
"Since Mr. Zhimu knows that I am a forward supervising the battle, why have I been so slow! Do you want the opponent to slip away?" The young general curled his mouth slightly, his eyes full of rebelliousness." I'm implementing the strategy of the Grand Duke. You should be very clear about this!" Zhimu grunted angrily, his tiny eyes flashed with cold killing intent, this young general who was clamoring in front of him with a haughty look was called Armand .
is a lord of the eastern region of the Duchy of Normandy.
The Salanders suffered the most from the invasion of the eastern region, and he suffered the most. In his territory, at least thousands of Salander slaves were released, and more than 70 manors were completely destroyed.
The main reason for this is that this guy bought a lot of Salander women in order to please his own home.
It is said that it has a very deep background in imperial Kyoto, although it is only a foreign line of a large family.
But for a medium-sized principality like Normandy, it is enough to create a certain amount of pressure." What a joke, there are tens of thousands of Normandy warriors, just watching the same number of enemies slip away under the nose?
If this is the case, the Black Scorpion Legion is the laughingstock of the entire principality." Armand was obviously dissatisfied with Zhimu's defense.
He stretched out his hand angrily, pointed to the black that had completely stopped in the white flying rain in the distance, and asked loudly, "I just want to know, the Black Scorpion Legion, known as the sword of the principality, why Procrastination along the way.
Does this kind of enemy make you timid? Although I don't understand military affairs, I can see that the opponent's strength is equal to ours, and they are still inferior infantry.
As long as you want, you can eat these enemies on the road. Of course, if Lord Zhimu is afraid of loss, you can let my 2,000 knights attack alone, but you not only forbid me to attack, but Still trailing all the way without the slightest intention to attack.
I have reason to believe that your allowing the enemy to evacuate is an act of cowardice! As a forward supervising the battle, I will sue you against Lord Duke! "
"What a bastard!"
Zhimu's face was flushed, and the five fingers clenching the riding whip angrily squeezed together, making a squeaking sound.
As the third-ranked general under the Duke of Normandy, in Normandy, no one except Lord Duke dared to speak to himself in such an arrogant tone.
If it weren’t for the opponent’s immediate family, it was the object that the Grand Duke would also need to woo him. He had already ordered his subordinates to hang this self-righteous guy behind the galloping war horse, on the gravel mountain, well. Dragged ten miles to the ground.
When I saw this guy, did he have such an arrogant arrogance!
But now, the Principality is in a precarious manner, and Salander is defeated ~IndoMTL.com~ and lost the coast. This year is another important year for the empire to recommend the consuls of the regions.
In any case, the Principality is unwilling to provoke such a guy with an imperial Kyoto background under such circumstances.
managed to suppress the anger in his heart, Zhimu took a deep breath.
said uncertainly on his face, "This is the plan of Lord Duke. Use these enemies as bait to attract other enemies as much as possible, and then use your military advantage to completely solve these problems!
If an attack is launched in advance, once it causes panic among the opponent's other troops, they will all return to the sea.
At that time, we will really be at a loss! Your Excellency's entire east coast will also face a huge crisis! "
"Well, if this is your reason, then I can only express my disappointment to the principality! You show me the weakness of the Normans,
I think the family should reconsider the candidates for this year's district governor! "
Amand's eyes suddenly turned red. He raised the jewel-studded whip high, and threw a ruthless word away.
A few minutes later, Zhimu suddenly noticed that his left wing began to commotion, and some cavalry began to leave the queue. "What's the matter?" Zhimu turned his head and asked the captains around him with an annoyed look, "Master Armand's Directly under the Knights, and separated from the home team to attack alone!" A Normandy squadron captain ran from a distance anxiously. (To be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to (m) vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my greatest motivation.