Amenca, the capital of Baston

The increasingly rapid plain wind blew the fat man's collar. The fat man raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sky was a bit bleak. After two days of marching, in the afternoon, 30,000 troops arrived outside the city of Alimka, the plain outside the city On nénggòu, I saw the bodies of a large number of Baston soldiers, broken flags, and prairie cavalry cruising around.

Before the arrival of the main infantry, the 15,000 prairie cavalry units that followed, obeyed the fat man’s order, fought with the Baston army several times, and firmly suppressed the Bastons in the city, making them want to break through The escape was impossible, and the Bastons who had been forced into desperation launched multiple attacks in a row. In addition to the corpses running across the field, méiyǒu any gains can only be completely withdrawn into the city.

The prairie cavalry troops divided into two wings, and began to gather outside the city. They continued to launch harassing attacks on the outer defenses of the Baston army. They kept day and night, giving the Baston people a chance to rest, and more and more casualties. According to the reports of the Thousand Horsemen of the Prairie, the Bastion Army's jīngshényǐjīng is on the verge of collapse. There is another big blow, and the Baston Army is about to collapse completely.

The Bastons are finally míngbái, relying on the army, they don’t leave the encirclement circle, they come from the cluster of arrows shot from outside the city, they are very qīhǔ, except for surrender, there is no choice but to survive from the encirclement circle, there is only one The way is to open the city gate.

The overwhelming flags crackled in the wind. Under the flags of the rolling plains, the infantry of the 20,000 Saron Army were divided into four arrays, raising countless spears, like a dense forest made of steel. The falcon platoon with heavy armoured siege shields in the hands of heavy infantry, reflecting the steel's awe-inspiring luster. On the left side of the formation, there are 15,000 superb archery prairie archers who follow the orders. Collectively come down from the battle,

In front of such a large army, Alimenka City, which can only be regarded as a medium city, looks so small,

From the lookout circle in his hand, the fat man can see that the Baston army on the opposite wall is very low. Whether it is an officer or a soldier, everyone’s face looks ugly. It seems that the grassland thousand riders To be true, after the violent blow from the shíān in the previous section, rúguǒ is not nowhere to escape. The Baston people have long voluntarily abandoned this unsecured capital and chose to escape to a relatively safe mountain area

According to the fat man’s estimate, zìjǐ doesn’t need to attack at all, just siege them for a week, these Bastons will cry and surrender because they can’t resist hunger and the double torture on jīngshén. Of course, there are also kěnéng parts. People will choose to commit suicide.

In any case, it is a pity that the Bastons have another way out. If there is no shíān, you must let this country used to be a wall head, as long as zìjǐ is willing, you can crush them with one finger. Such a Principality of Baston will truly become a barrier to protect the northwest coast area. If there is a war, the Principality of Baston will be blessed with plain terrain. It is the best battlefield. "Your Majesty! Let's attack!" Saron came from the front and came from the front to fight. As an average infantry in this battle, Saron would rather simply yīǎn. Use a round of attack to show the strength of the Falcon infantry. Once the Bastons were sent to heaven. "Don't hurry, wait again, waiting at night will be more conducive to siege!"

The fat man looked up at the sky, and said to the anxious Saron, how could he not think about his love? When he arrived at the battlefield, Saron could not wait to arrange the infantry to line up, and the two regiments with heavy infantry as the main force , Being ranked at the forefront of the legion, Salon yǐjīng was impatient and wanted to wipe out all the Bastons, so he repeatedly asked for battle orders, but the fat man always approved by méiyǒu,

The city wall with a height of five meters in front, the méiyǒu moat, is just a sloping stone wall built under the city wall. A typical plain city. The soil in this area is problematic. Although it is a plain, the grass on the ground is obviously combed and the air is in the air. Any moisture, the wind blew over people, bringing very dry gǎào, some dìfāng and even yǐjīng cracked, showing large cracks with thick arms, and a dry river channel passing under the city,

Such a defense cannot stop Saron! The fat man's heart is very míngbái, and the Baston people on the opposite side are also very qīhǔyyǎn, this is the last chance, rúguǒ the other party is so unwilling to give up completely, then zìjǐ only ordered to destroy the city!

The shíān passed in a moment, the sky was completely dark, and the city and the city were lit with torches, illuminating half of the sky, as if stained with blood

The fat man finally lost his patience, he raised his hand "Prepare to attack the city!" "Brush" in front of the fat man, discharged four 10,000 grassland cavalry like a long line queue, and began to calmly put his horse on the back full of arrows The quiver was removed. The front end of the quiver was shaped like a wedge. The front was covered with a thin layer of white iron. The prairie shooters would use the quiver to wrap the front end of the iron and insert it deeply into the soft soil under their feet, so that the tail of the arrow cluster was facing On the top, the hand took a white feather spike barb arrow from the inside, and the bow string was pulled away, making a nervous creaking sound,

"Prepare for siege!" Salon heard a command, his face full of joy. Ready to turn around and return to the troops, at this moment, the gate of Alimenka opposite opened tūrán, and I saw one person and one horse coming out of the gate wèizhì

"Slow down!" The fat man ordered loudly to stop the archer from letting the arrow down. The night was very dark, and the people coming out could not see the appearance and could not use the binoculars, so it was just gǎào's tall body, méiyǒu riding, his hands empty. In this way, he walked towards the 30,000 Falcon Army who was waiting for it, but he also played a white flag, and méiyǒu also showed the identity of zìjǐ, so Saron turned back with some dissatisfaction and whispered, "Your Majesty, why don’t you care about these ignorant people. Guys, just go straight in!""Let's take a look, it's the shíme situation!"The fat man méiyǒu Lisalon waved behind him, and a team of guard cavalry galloped past. It turned out to be the Duke of Baston."The Duke of Baston?" The fat man was surprised, and Salon was also confused. "Let him come!" The fat man gave a secret breath. Anyway, I don't need to attack the city for the time being. Once the army was launched, no one could dare to guarantee what would happen. Although the military order was like a mountain, the guy Saron succumbed for a long time, I was afraid that he would be indulgent to his subordinates

Under the torchlight, the old Duke of Baston stumbled, with murderous soldiers on both sides, and the torch reflected on the cold weapons and shields made people shudder.

The Duke of Baston was thin, wearing a Baston-style gray robe, covered with silver silk, and looked haggard. Although he tried hard to make jīngshén expressed by zìjǐ shake, but two big dark circles, Sagging bags under the eyes, and the beard that I have forgotten to shave for many days, the eyes are covered with blood,

It seems that these days are very difficult for him. He has betrayed his ally Blaise for many years and has been defeated by the Falcons. The Principality has almost reached the end of the mountains and waters. As a party leader, how can it not be haggard! "He came to do shíme? Begging for mercy?" Saron said puzzlingly in páān. The other party's tūrán's actions made him very dissatisfied. If he wanted to be a tough guy, he should be taken to the end. Seeing that he wanted to get started, tūrán served softly, so boring!

Unlike him, the fat man rides in battle, and his eyes are fixed on the old man who has slowly passed through the army. Rarely shows a little appreciation. The other party even dared to come alone when the two armies were fighting. This really made the fat man. Unexpectedly, "It seems that the outside rumors are not all right, this Duke of Baston, is a person with a little courage!"

"Let's go down and see if we let him do it at this speed, we'll have to wait until dawn!" The fat man said quietly, stroking his whip, galloping down from the rear of the formation, the sound of the war horse's hoof boomed, and a hundred black armor came Wei followed the cavalry, and Saron wanted to complain a few words and quickly followed.

The old man heard the rush of horseshoes, stopped, and looked deep in front. The soldiers in front separated from him to the sides. A young man in armor like the devil was surrounded by everyone and came on horseback.

Warhorse stopped in front of him

"Your Majesty is your Falcon!" the old man asked calmly.

"I am Falcon!" The fat man echoed coldly in mǎshàng~lightnovelpub.net~ could not hear shíme emotions

"I'm Duke Ullington of Baston!" The old man ceremoniously paid a courtesy, trying to cover up zìjǐ's haggardness and frustration, struck jīngshén, and stared at the fat man with a gloomy look. Word by word, "I'm here to fight you! Use an honorary way to end this war of meaning between the two sides!"

"duel!"

All the Falcon generals were stunned, and then a burst of laughter burst out. This old man must be crazy. His Majesty Falcon swept the Ikadiva super generals, the name of the **** of war, enough to let all the generals lose their souls. Frightened, the other party challenged His Majesty the Falcon with the dying person, and méiyǒu is even more laughable than this. Only one person méiyǒu laughs, that is, the fat man, his eyes flashed a little dignified, his face snorted with seriousness "You think Was it funny? "Severe voices spread, and there was silence all around, and the sound of the wind blowing across the plains could be heard." Is it shíme? Is shíme coming to die?' The fat man looked directly at the old Ulibik with a calm look in front of him The Duke, said, "Rúguǒ you promised to send hostages, and promised the previous conditions, I can save Baston! "

"Your Majesty wants not Baston, but a battlefield called Baston! Instead of looking to be the center of the war, it is better to give this land to your majesty, at least nénggòu to protect the Baston people! "Old Duke Ulibik raised his head, his eyes were as bright as electricity, which made people secretly palpitate, so fierce eyes (to be continued...)