Chapter 10 Montreal Congress [7]

Fighting a war is originally a win-win, but not a win-win. Although the coalition forces are claimed to be one million, when they are unified, they are actually fighting separately. The supreme commanders of the two war zones in the north and south can only command their own country's army like arms. Otherwise, what they are waiting for is only a long and even hopeless failure. Even so, their decline cannot be recovered. Hundreds of thousands of troops collapsed in this way, and it is not an exaggeration to have more than 100,000 people killed in the war.

They have no idea about how to explain such news to the monarchs. They just think about how to save some face a little under the huge appetite of Tiger House. After all, the Normans at this time are not enough to completely eat all the forces and face the huge pressure of Slavs and Roma. Tiger House is still continuing his strategy of the Great Norman Kingdom, integrating the whole north into an extremely horrible and huge energy.

And the power of this energy has begun to appear.

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"Attack--"

In the eastern fortress, human lives are exchanged for the Norman butcher's knife, the separation between the necks, the smell of killing and cruelty, the broken limbs and arms, and countless dead bodies piled up. Looking over, it was just a helpless cup. In this era, it has completely gone, yes, it has gone.

Who can do anything else in the face of the killing of the Normans? Nothing can be done!

Captain! Let me charge!"

A Norman soldier gritted his teeth and his eyes were cold. At this moment, he could not say anything more. It was nothing more than an absolute desire. On this road, everyone's pursuit is different. There are noble and vulgar, but this does not hinder the persistence in their hearts.

"Get out of here! Get rid of the injured!"

The captain of the Hundreds is cold-eyed. As a centurion, he is responsible for the soldiers. His Majesty King Tiger House said this to his centurion on the day he was a new recruit. He believed that he would be a good officer. At least, at this time, his soldiers could charge so recklessly, even if they knew that it was shattered, they were not afraid.

"We are... the strongest Normans!"

Roaring, the strong man with a beard kicked over a Lithuanian miscellaneous soldier and violently rushed into the gap in the fortress. At this time, the fortress was full of gaps. After a while of rushing, he had no idea how many people he had killed, but saw those timid guys go down with a knife. .

The round shield in his hand was thrown away from the beginning. He held a one-handed sword in both hands, and his eyes were as fierce as a wild wolf. When he glanced, he was as agile as a leopard. He burst out and stabbed two guys twice. Then he wiped his face, sweat fell, exhaled for a long breath, and continued to fight.

"I have to go back! So, I have to survive! Therefore, you must all die!"

Faith, persistence, this is the inner activity of a centurion. He knows that his wife is waiting for him to go back. He will go back like a hero, yes, hero.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill--"

"Kill--"

In the first wave of attack, the allied forces did not block it. The heavy armored infantry, which Suk Grand was proud of, was as poor as scum in front of the real heavy infantry.

Both wings are Norman human infantry, holding their shields high and walking, while in the middle, there are the taurion heavy infantry armed to the teeth. These powerful soldiers are like angry rhinoceros. When they charge, the earth shakes and shocks those poor coalition s who are fragile. Soldier.

They even felt unprecedented despair. When facing these Norman soldiers, the powerful ability of these elite soldiers deeply cut off their nerves.

This is the Norman, the invincible Norman!

"We! It will be immortal! We! Will win! We! Charge--"

The mouth foam is flying, and the commander of the Tauren heavy infantry has personally suppressed the battle, and even rushed to the front line. This road is very long, but no matter how many people around him stabbed, how many swords and how many spears, he has to charge. This is a belief. The army crushes the border, the whole battlefield must be known, no matter what The skill of fighting is still the iron will, Norman, unshakable!

Everyone knows very well that the generals need to go to Montreal and go there to kill all the stubborn Lithuanians. I heard that the comrades of the First Army have won. They can do it. Why can't we do it?

No one knows where the commander of the Gangliluo Legion has gone. Who knows? Maybe he will appear when he should appear?

The eastern fortress has become a meat grinder, and the Normans paid the price, but the casualties of the coalition lost nearly 15,000 people in the first wave of charge! What horrible data this is!

The Norman soldier, who was wrapped in a prisoner and didn't have time to fight in the end, chopped off the prisoner's head without hesitation. Although the prisoner's credit was greater, there was a head at this time.

"I will definitely go home, and you will definitely fail! We are the winners!"

The veterans of the coalition began to go to the battlefield. They thought that this might defeat the Normans, but they didn't expect that the taurid man in the middle began to charge. The flesh and blood and leather armor charged, the strong and brave, what could be more exciting than this? Isn't our road so rugged, but full of blood?

"Tauriant of Tartu, we are also Normans! For the Norman Kingdom! For...Your Majesty! Glory and power are with us!"

The roar of the thousands of captains inspired the soldiers. They were fearless and invincible. They rushed like wolves and threw sheep. They were fierce and cruel. They washed down those coalition veterans in an instant. The 5,000 combat power of the Tauren also fell more than 1,000 people. What a huge loss it is. However, everyone is so resolute and decisive. War, from It's impossible for people not to die. At this time, what else is there to hesitate?

If I die, then I just walk here.

If I die, then my comrades-in-arms will definitely survive.

If I die, then my country, my ideal, someone will continue to inherit.

If I die, then I am a glorious warrior!

This is the destination, this is the faith, this is the ideal, this is... warrior!

"Occupy them! Defeat them! Down with them! Kill them!" The roar is like a crazy noise, and the front and back rush is like a tide. The army passed the fortress. At this moment, after all, cheers broke out and occupied the eastern fortress, which can form pressure and let people know that the defeat of the coalition has become a fore.

At this time, the allied forces had to retreat five kilometers and continue to confront the Normans. The Normans restrained the bodies of their comrades-in-arms, and then cremated, and the armored weapons were collected. After a long silence, they looked serious and inspiring. This is what soldiers with faith have.

This is an exciting war, and at the same time, it has nothing to do with ambition.

"Have you got it? Well, at this time, it should be the opening of another good play. I just feel that such a loss is really difficult to accept. What good soldiers these people are still so young. Madaling said with rare emotion.

He admitted that he was sentimental. He could have suppressed these feelings in his heart, but he had to say it. He was afraid that he would feel a sense of guilt in the future.

The soldiers looked at their marshal, their general, and there was no complaint in their eyes. He just smiled, then nodded and whispered, "Your Excellency."

Even on the battlefield, there is such etiquette, which is a kind of respect, because unlike others, Norman generals regard their soldiers as people and their own people. Therefore, they can win the love of soldiers, so they can be invincible. This is the reality.

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Gonliluo pulled down his mask and saw the low fortress wall in the distance. Compared with the eastern fortress, the northern fortress looks a little chicken ribs. Under the obstruction of the mountains, there is no need to do such an engineering in this nearly ten-kilometer open area, but Lithuanians are born with no sense of security. Save them. Here, it will become a battlefield against the Normans.

Goliluo's big axe pulled out and rode on his wilderness bull. This strong warrior glanced at his knights. This is his elite. No, it should be the elite of His Majesty! He gave him all the cavalry, a full 45,000 cavalry legion, nine legions, what a huge number of cavalry, and Gollero, who is now in command.

The bow cavalry came out of the line and swept by. The squeak came, and the Lithuanians on the tower were shot to death in an instant. Those Inke Grands who were hiding here licking the wounds immediately looked like earthy. How did they know that at this time, there would be the ghost-faced Shura knight. The strength of that guy was simply uninable. Like, is this the power of the horrible demon god? In the face of all this, there is no chance of winning at all. Some people think that such a battlefield is a joke. They are just clowns.

Yes, that's what Gangliluo thought.

The soldiers charged, and the archers kept suppressing the poor people of the tower. Before Gangliluo began to officially attack the city, the Ink Grands among them had begun to give up the fortress to escape. Anyway, they have escaped twice. Why are they afraid of the third time? The chain reaction caused by the escape made Gangliluo get a lot cheaper, and the level was opened.

Gollo's tomahawk pushed forward hard, and then roared, "Norman's knights! The kingdom is with us!"

"The kingdom is with us!"

"Let's go--"