Power and Empire Chapter 1812: Falcon’s Arrow (3)

The chaos of the Ninth Infantry Regiment at the back of the palace has caused panic among other troops. The Eighth Infantry Regiment located in the middle position quickly arranged a line of defense as the discipline of the Eighth Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard. In this chaos Before the raid, he showed a staggering quality,

The 11,000 Eighth Infantry Regiment noticed that the Ninth Infantry Regiment had been stabbed in the back, instead of panic, it quickly occupied the commanding heights on both sides of the road in an orderly manner, avoiding being a cavalry in flat areas. The subject, carrying the commander’s order, the cavalry yelled loudly, and galloped past the long spears of the lined soldiers like an arrow. The flag of the Eighth Infantry Regiment was erected on the top of the mound, facing the wind and the ground. The tragic shout from the direction of the Nine Infantry Regiment, making a rushing sound

The commander of the Eighth Infantry Regiment, Lescart, calmly gave orders, and laid out the defensive line in an orderly manner.レ;思♥路♣客レ He originally wanted to turn around and fight to support the Ninth Infantry Regiment, but he saw that his colleague Andrew Lechar was cut off in just ten minutes, and he knew that the Ninth Infantry Regiment had already been It's completely over, and continued stubborn choice to rescue will only make the form more unbearable,

The predecessor of the 8th Infantry Regiment with the Three Thousand Guards as the backbone was the 7th Squadron of the Gallic Guards. This is a unit with a glorious tradition that defeated the 100,000 Slavic troops in Ankara. In the battle, the 7th Squadron of the Imperial Guard was used as an important flank to enter the battle.

The Battle of Ankra was a gamble of the Gauls, with less than 30,000 troops to fight against the Slavs' high-spirited army of 100,000. This is a lonely battle of life and death, destined to be life or death. In the battles, those who can survive are all warriors!

At the most tragic and critical moment of the Battle of Ankara, heavy rain poured down and raindrops hit the muddy swamp ground. Human blood was like cheap dye. It stained all the places where people stepped on, mixed with the impact of rain, forming large patches of red blood in the quagmire of the swamp.

The Slavs are most proud of the fact that the main force of the heavy infantry is drawn into the mud of the swamp because of the massive consumption of physical strength. These brawny men wearing dozens of pounds of heavy armor are already out of breath, and some of them are sitting on the ground with exhaustion. In front of them, they are Gallic heavy cavalry as the last blow, lifted flat and can penetrate any heavy armor. The knight’s gun, like a storm, rushed down the slopes of the swamp against these brawny men, and the heavy heavy horses stepped on them with a thunderous momentum

"Rescue. Quick!" The stern battle cry echoed on the top of the rainy sky, like the whimper of a beast before death, and the crowd of black infantry wriggled like ants. The Slavic light infantry, who found something wrong from the side, went from rout to frantically counterattack,

"Kill!"

Blood was splattering in the wind and rain, and the tribal war officer of the Slavs, who had rarely been on the front line, tied this blood red ribbon on his forehead to personally lead the charge, and the supervising team held a trembling beheading knife high. In the back, all those who dare to retreat will be hacked to death in the mud madly,

Behind, there are the heads of seven previously broken Slav generals, which are hung high above the battle flag to motivate the morale ahead.

The cold rain hit his face. But it was dissipated by the heat exhaled from the mouth, and the smell of blood that pours into the nose makes the whole world look red. Under such stimulation, even the Slavs who have always been sloppy in combat, everything went crazy at that moment. The sword was rolled and the gun was broken, and the armor was chopped to pieces. The Gauls and Slavs rushed forward with their bare hands, squabbling and rolling into a ball in the muddy water, whether they were Gauls or Slavs. For a moment, everyone turned into a beast that only survived instinctively. The clang of weapons blocking, the wounded were trampled by horses with terrible screams, and the dead thumped to the ground.

In the whirlpool of fierce battle between soldiers and horses, under the heavy rain, blood flows like a canal.

Mrs. Scala erupted with a terrible savagery, and defeated the Gaul Guards wearing heavy armor three layers alive. Every minute and every second, the Gaul Guards’ wings decreased. Suddenly, a Slavic officer who rushed into the Gaul Guards' queue took a Gaul army's flag, and he lifted a huge sword made of iron to chop it into pieces.

"No! Don't! Stop him! Kill him!"

In the sharp whistling wind, the Slavic officer was instantly turned into a hedgehog, and two more Slavic infantrymen rushed up, took the flag from him, and a young Gaul Guard soldier rushed forward in desperation. One fell with a slash, and the big **** hand grabbed the flag, but the other corner was held by the Slavs.

The two robbed each other, hacking and killing each other, without retreating. Suddenly, both of them were bruised and bruised, and blood was gushing, but neither of them would give up, nor would any of them let go! This is the fight between the warrior and the warrior until the two corpses were chopped to pieces by the opposite weapon almost at the same time.

Weapons lashed out fiercely, sparks flew, and the wounded were groaning. The soldiers had already red eyes. They were so burdened that they even took off their armor. They came on the field naked with their bright sabers. If you go down with a knife, either you will die or I will die. , The feet are slippery, it is the human body that is stepping on, I don't know whether it is the person or the other party, and the thick **** smell chokes his nose. As the flank, the 7th Squadron of the Gaul Guards desperately maintained the defensive line. The 3,700 guards resisted the counterattack of the Van Slavs. The defensive lines were all subjected to the severe test of the storm at this time. Wave after wave

It's like a small boat desperately maintaining stability in a sea of ​​storms. It persisted until the end of the battle three hours later. The Slavs' offensive was shattered, and the Gaul light cavalry was chasing the Slavs' rout like crazy. The army, exhausted the last strength to nail the enemies who were already unable to run with spears one by one,

Lescart, as the squadron leader, was dug out from the pile of corpses by his subordinates.

Shoulder, waist and; the ribs were thrust into three swords by the Slavs' wide swords, and the thighs were torn off by the Slavs' mace spikes, and a piece of meat weighing two pounds was torn off, but he was not dead, his hands were straight Reaching out to the Gaul military flag whose cloth strips have been torn apart by two corpses

"My lord, the battle flag is saved, we won!"

Seems to understand what he meant. His subordinates knelt down with sobbing, bloodstained, and all around fell silent. In front of him was a pile of corpses like Shura Hell. Lescart glanced hard, tears blurred his vision. The seventh squadron with more than 3,000 people has less than 50 people left who can stand up.

Standing on a high place, Lescart was able to see the situation at a glance. There were tens of thousands of cavalry in the Falcon Empire, swift and fierce. Under such a large group of sturdy cavalry, even he might not be able to attack. Compared with the Falcon Empire cavalry who could carry it down and rushed back and forth on the head of the Ninth Infantry Regiment like a scourge, he was more concerned about the black spots that had completely lost the will to fight, and the mountains and plains were chaotic. That was just thinking about how. The defeated army of the 9th Infantry Regiment that can escape,

The broken companions are the most terrifying enemies. They will disperse their queues and spread the panic on everyone,

"Since it is a war, someone always has to sacrifice!"

The five fingers of Lescart's right hand were tightly clasped together, and they became a little pale because of the force, with blood in their eyes, but said in a cold tone, "Squadrons are sent to fight! There are those who attack the queue, kill!" Then he slowly drew out his saber and slammed it into the ground under his feet. "With this sword as a mark, anyone who retreats without permission will be killed on the spot!" After he finished speaking, he looked up. I glanced at the sky, and the cold rain fell, just like it was in Ankara,

"Ling, there are those who attack the queue without authorization, kill! There are those who retreat without authorization, kill!" Like him, the voice of the cavalry was the voice of the cavalry, like a wind blowing through the army again, as firm as it is. The plateau land in front of me is full of blood,

"Vertical Gun!"

The uniform movement, a spear array specially designed to deal with the impact of the cavalry, suddenly exploded like a spike on a hedgehog, and the soldiers’ faces were filled with determination. There is no doubt that if the army is defeated and retreats When they are in front of them, the soldiers will decisively pierce the spears in their hands and pierce the target in front into a hornet's nest. Whether it is an enemy or a companion, they must become a corpse. The earth under your feet merges together, unshakable!

Not far away, soldiers of the disintegrated 9th Infantry Regiment are swarming.

The Gaul Eighth Infantry Regiment with guns like forests. The first wave of people greeted was not the falcon cavalry who were slaughtering them with knives~IndoMTL.com~, but the rout army who threw their helmets and unarmed like ants on a hot pot, like a mountain wave hitting a solid On the dam,

The first row of soldiers squatted down and put the five-meter-long spear shaft on the ground, pointing the tip of the spear forward, and the second row of spearmen put the spear shaft on the shoulders of the first row of soldiers. The soldiers in the three rows also put the spear rods on the shoulders of the soldiers in the second row. Three neat rows of spears pointed diagonally forward, and the spear heads were densely packed like a mountain!

Wait for the "stab" command, thousands of spears in the first row will stab out at the same time, and bright red blood blossoms bloom in front of the array in an instant. "Why..." A Gallic army was unbelievable. Looking at the tip of the gun that pierced his body, holding the **** wound in his hand, how could he not believe that he was the one who killed him! Pieces of corpses lie in front of the array of the Eighth Infantry Regiment,

"Mom, the Eighth Infantry Regiment is crazy, and even kills its own people!"

The collapsed army was so scared that they yelled, the people in front leaned back in fright, and the people behind couldn’t help but move forward. In front of them, long spears pointed forward, as if suddenly on the ground. A forest of spears appeared,

Under their horrified gaze, the rain mixed with blood dripped from the tip of the metal spear of Hanguang Si, dripping onto the ground below their feet, leaving little red dots,