Chapter 2 Seeking to Capture the Western Region [2]

It's night. In the southeast of Tartu, about 120 kilometers away, a total of 15,000 people from the Tauren Heavy Infantry Regiment, a total of three regiments, have been ready to go. Outside the whole empty tent, there was cold air, and the white air exhaled by people formed a piece. Look, it was really a group of fierce beasts to break out at any time.

Dark and terrible, dead peace, Norton paced back and forth a little restlessly. Several tauritan tribal warriors inside are already some generals of the regiment at this time. However, these guys have no education, do not know tactics, and can only understand them step by step. But in this battle, the tauni's heavy infantry does not need tactics.

Norton knows very well that if this battle is successful, it may make the Slavs lose the whole western region, which was originally controlled by the Slavs with long-standing majesty. It is the analysis of this situation, Tiger. Only this bastard, House, dares to launch an attack brazenly. Moreover, the quarrels and reasons after the war are no longer important.

Even if you fight a vigorous local war with Nicholas I in the northwest, it is very worthwhile. In this area, the Slavs do not have any advantages. Soldiers, logistics, intelligence, it can be said that the right place and people do not occupy the same. This area, which almost belongs to the enclave of the whole empire, has lasted for many years. Even if it is clear that the Simsk Plain is a fertile land, the proliferation of thieves and no royalized people here have dispelled this very seductive idea.

"Are you here?" Norton heard the rapid footsteps outside the tent. He secretly came to Tartu from Yohavi. He didn't know that he hadn't really closed his eyes for a few days. He has never been more dignified and serious. Such a battle is not comparable to those wastes in the Kingdom of Estonia. What he is facing is Vashini, the western captain of the Slavic Empire. If he hits Vashini in the Southern Camp, then the raid will turn into a strong attack, but in any case, it is reasonable for him. The reason is to come to Nanjing University Camp.

The scouts' horse team rattled, and the sound of the horse's hoof seemed to shock his heart. Norton was angry. He patted the table and scolded his mother and roared, "Bitch, can't you be a little sharper? I'm linger. Do you want to die in a hurry?" Several tauritan tribes around him used to be chiefs, and they didn't dare to come out at this time. Norton's irritable temper was very murderous, which made people have an impulse not to move.

"Your Excellency!"

The captains of the scouts knelt down on one knee and saluted Norton.

Norton was so anxious that he hurriedly said, "Have you found out?"

"The Southern Camp of the Western Legion is still the same as before, but this time they also seem to be a little restless. It should be that the news of Wasini made them a little anxious." The captain of the scouts understood what he meant, but he didn't understand what he said. Norton thought to himself: It seems that the gold coins that Wasini got from the Ivanov family are still very lethal. However, this time, it is to take the Nandaying. This battle cannot be defeated from me first. If there is no mistake, the tiger is also gambling this time.

Tiger. Few people know what House bet on. But I don't know that Ma Hu's bet this time is almost the pattern of the Normans in the next few decades. Knowing that there are tigers in the mountain, this road is doomed to be difficult to walk. Slavs are not idiots. Being able to stand in this pattern and form a momentum is enough to prove that this huge empire is full of confidence.

"It's almost time, son of a bitch. It's really a headache to count the seconds of this day." Norton paused and sat down. His spirit had reached the limit. He supported his forehead with one hand, and his tall body was slightly crooked, as if he was trying to think about something. Among the tautans, Norton is the most special and smart, and he is not inferior to the cunning Sahili, who is as cunning as a fox. Moreover, his overall view is also very sloppy. At this time, he is also watching and analyzing, although there is not much time left for him.

Another hour later, the team outside the camp has basically rested. At about the same time, it is about to start. It is very quiet and quiet. The goal is the southern battalion of the Western Legion of the Slavic Empire more than ten kilometers away. At this time, the friendly troops who came to respond were the troops of the Second Army, and two regiments of Gangliluo's army had just arrived here. Of the 10,000 people, there are about 2,000 cavalry, and these two thousand are elites. They are good at archery and shooting on horseback, which is extremely lethal. They are the most effective for attacking the direated military camp such as the Nanjing Battalion.

The scope of Nandaying is not small. In detail, it is almost the area of a small town. Facing the west is a stone wall, 20 meters high. It can be said that ordinary attacks are useless. However, six of the fifty magic crystal cannons in the whole Grand Duchy of Norman are gathered here. The magic crystal cannons have also prepared 30 people in shifts, and the maintenance of the shells is directly managed by Tamsalu City.

There are a total of 120 shells. Even if you insist, the front is difficult to resist.

"Is Gangliluo here?" Norton raised his head and asked.

The staff next to him whispered, "The position of the commander of the Gangliluo army has reached the scheduled assembly site. As soon as the time comes, after the weights catch up, they launch an attack from the right wing, and our troops are almost about to enter the scheduled position."

"Destroy the enemy directly head-on and suppress them spiritually. If we fight head-on, the whole Nandaying, that is, the 5,000 magicians, is the most difficult to digest, but I believe that with our strong physical strength, there should be no problem to take down the Nanda Camp. I don't believe that a group of useless troops for several years can be better than us!" Norton tightened his eyes and said fiercely.

Several chiefs next to him immediately stood up and shouted, "I would like to die for the Principality!"

"All of you encourage each other!" Norton shouted.

"For victory!"

"For victory!" ......

The right wing is like a black panther in the dark, and the eyes are like a white fish floating in water, full of murderous spirit in the underworld. Goliluo gently pulled up the mask, and the soldiers looked at their corporal commander. The invincible belief immediately formed a huge morale and inspired the crowd. Gonriro's mount is a wild cow from Tartu. The strong muscles are high, and the huge body and the strong body of Gangliluo complement each other.

The wild cow quickly ran past the front of the array. After the Tomahawk of the first warrior touched the sword, it jingled from beginning to end. The momentum of this hand was more like a rainbow. Although no one roared, this repressing roar was even more It's sharp and horrible.

In front of the battle, Gang Liluo's eyes were burning. He knew that this battle was related to His Majesty's goal, as well as the faith and future of many soldiers. Victory will make the world famous and become a unique legend in the world. Countless bards will tell about this. He, the soldiers and the Normans will become another ideal in the world.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Under the dull mask, the voice of Gonellero was equally dull. This mask can't resist his surging murderous spirit. A rough, hard, strong and sharp tomahawk can't be used to chop wood. If you don't kill the enemy, if you don't make achievements, and if you don't contribute a little to your ideals, why do you have to sharpen the tomahawk of a big killer?

The army of ten thousand people is extremely sharp and far more powerful than many people imagine.

In the distance, the dense forest isolates the border between the two countries, and no one knows what will happen here. The soldiers of the Slavic Empire in the Southern Camp were still gossiping about the military pay for such a long time, but they still didn't arrive. Although someone came from the central camp that the commander of the army had taken back the military's paid, he hasn't even seen half of the copper coins yet, so naturally he doesn't have much credibility.

It was boring at night. The patrol soldiers on duty fell asleep against the arrow tower. Although the lights were on, they should have been lit in thirty-six places. Now only six or seven places are on fire. Obviously, this barracks, even the minimum fuel consumption, does not dare to waste too much. The soldiers were wrapped in old clothes and quilts and slept in camp tents full of moldy smell.

Curse everything and miss the so-called happiness of the past.

Death will not disturb this kind of person who has happiness at this time. Because it's not the time yet.

The night is getting darker and darker. The astrologer has already predicted the weather tonight. It will be cloudy. Even the original low moon was thickly covered by clouds. This night, it was not only cold, but also uncomfortable. I didn't dare to think too much. It seemed that when the dick was peeing, I didn't want to pee enough, but I suddenly shivered, just like the devil's upper body, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

Sneeze!

Several Slavic soldiers in the arrow tower sneezed. They all looked at each other, shook their heads mockingly, smiled, wrapped their clothes, and came to the front of the bonfire to warm up a little. The bows and arrows on the side are scattered randomly. On the mouth of the arrow pot, a spider is making a web there, and several small bugs on the net also show that the arrow pot has not been used for a long time.

"This damn weather! Why is it so cold! It's been three months since the cotton-padded clothes that I said I wanted to send. I haven't even seen cotton bubbles. Damn, these days are really getting worse and worse!" With a curse, the little leader stood up an unsatisfiedly. He was full of urine and didn't even have the mind to go down. He directly exposed the ** bird and went to the bottom of the wall. It was a comfortable sound of water, banging, and then he urinated all. He shook his dick. The last few drops fell down, and then he pulled up his belt and turned around. Lie down in the wall and continue to sleep.

Obviously, there will be no patrol this night. It's so cold that it shrinks like a turtle bastard. Not to mention patrol, it's just going to drink a bowl of dog meat soup. I'm afraid I can't even cheer up.

And in front of Ximen, Norton looked at it from a distance with a telescope of crystal lenses and said to himself: These Slavic fragments have been rotten to such an extent. During the Northern War, there were many people who participated in it. Those veterans are now rotten.

Before real emotion, Norton saw that the magic crystal cannon had entered the range, and the sound of the crunchy cart still spread out. Although the horse was chewed and the horse's hoof was wrapped in cloth, the sound was still very loud. When he got to a nearby place, the people on the wall stood up and narrowed their eyes, as if they wanted to see through something in front of them. Look at it vigorously.

The patrol veteran shouted and scolded, "You look at the dick. On such a cold day, there must be no fool who brings three or five thousand idiots to attack the camp of 60,000 people!"

The soldier who was watching was supposed to do his duty. When he was scolded like this, he simply curled his lips and sat down. However, at this time, Norton roared loudly: "Shoo all at once!"

His voice was very loud. On the opposite wall, he heard it clearly. A group of patrol soldiers immediately stood up and was about to roar, but they heard a sound of shaking. In the darkness opposite, six crazy fire tongues spewed out. The power of this fire magic crystal cannon is used to attack the city and pull out the fortress, which is the most sharp.

Norton smiled coldly and shouted, "Norman! Attack--"

Several heads of the Tauren Heavy Corps began their first major adventure of their lives. This adventure may be a big gamble, but in fact, Tiger is not the only gambler. House is alone, and there are more people here. Norton also knows that the pressure of sloppy is far higher than that of them. After all, the Nanda Camp is much farther away from Wasini's control. According to the information they got, the Nanda Camp is almost a formality in the patrol schedule. In recent years, they have only come to this damn place 41 times.

Forty-one in the past few years, this is still the behavior of an extremely ambitious imperial general. It can be imagined that because of the damn salary and treatment, the Western Legion has collapsed. There is no doubt that this is an army that is not too high combat effectiveness. Even if there is a strong enemy in front, it is still a plate of scattered sand!

"It's not good! The Normans are coming! Ah, ah, ah, a lot of people died all of a sudden!"

"What, what! The Normans are coming! It's Tiger. The devil of House?"

"What! Tiger. The devil of House is coming! Oh, my God!"

"Is the devil coming? My God! Oh, my God..."

Crazy, chaotic, ferocious and full of helplessness. The Slavic system is also a failure and decadent, just like the misery of the Roma. This fate is doomed. Just one name can cause such a strong lethality. If the supreme military officer Vasini sees it, he will go crazy without spitting blood!

The hope and fate of the western region are hanging on the line, and Wahini has no more desire to complete these counterattacks or organize forces, because Mendeleev's actions undoubtedly pushed him to the crater, and he could even expect that His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire What a cold look and tone will be used to relieve him of all his duties, and then he will be thrown into the treasonous prison of the empire and wait for hanging with those rebels.

"Huge! Long live! ......”

The roaring tauroid heavy armored infantry was far stronger than expected. Against the backdrop of the night, after the rockets fired, the collapsed wall had no blocking meaning. Norton took the lead, like crazy, desperately waving the tomahawk, those ordinary sneak attack bows and arrows, shooting on the armor, standing It was carved down, and there was no trace.

How can the efforts of the Great Dimit Master consume the armor cast by many senior masters? How can it be easily broken?

And the Tauren warriors who were shot looked at the front coldly, and then broke the body of the arrow on their bodies like crazy bison, rushing to the South Camp.

"Attack--"

Similarly, on the right wing of Gollilla, 10,000 people of the Second Army, which launched the attack from the South Gate, took the lead in charging with 3,000 heavy armored infantry. Thousands of archers counterattacked on the wooden wall, but as soon as they appeared around the torch, they were immediately shocked by the roar of the rangers. The pressure array immediately killed hundreds of archers who fell from the wall and immediately turned into a pile of mud.

The heavy infantry below, with the cooperation of the siege vehicle, just smashed a few gaps three times, and then rushed into the southern battalion. The sound of fighting immediately roared like a dragon. At this point, it was already bombarded to the point of scum. Some sleeping dead guys were chopped off their heads before they woke up, and then the smiling and ferocious Norman soldiers tied their heads to their waists. This head was the standard of their combat skills.

Those hot-blooded guys had already taken off their armor, were shirtless, and killed the enemy lightly. The machete and tomahawk in their hands were as murderous as a demon god. 60,000 people in the whole Nanda camp became turtle eggs before they could react. Those who fled from the North Gate were immediately killed by a thousand-person team arranged by Norton in advance and fled eastward. In fact, Norton also knew that this was Tiger. House's purpose, his evil idea, was to let these defeated soldiers exaggerate the horror of the Normans a thousand times and spread it to the Slavic land.

Even if Nicholas I wants to curb such things and rumors, the destruction of the Western Legion is a sure thing. As long as the facts do not change, fear will accompany them all the time.

The most amazing thing is that this strategy can most guide the enemy's belligerent forces to the final place of death. The remaining greedy and afraid of death only need to slowly digest them in the next few years to achieve great achievements.

As long as the first step is accurate and stable, then everything is possible!

"Wow! Although I know that I will succeed, I am still a little nervous. This road is really a little tangled. Compared with the warm-blooded crocodile of Chude Lake, this kind of thing is a thousand times more nervous. I really don't know how the tiger guy has persisted for a long time! Now that I think about it, it's really his blessing that he didn't go to extinction.

Norton, a taurore warrior, sighed slightly. After chopping off the head of a Slavic officer, he stood in the middle of the Nanda camp. There was a feeling of controlling everything!