Under the stars and the moon, 15,000 people marched day and night. The flag of the Royal Forbidden Army was hoisted, and the journey was smooth. In order to rush on the road, all the officers at regimental level and above who could have driven in cars were all on horses this time.
On the night of the fifth day, the Third Division of the Royal Forbidden Army finally arrived at the small town of Huali, less than 250 miles away from Gelburn. After asking the local government officials, they finally learned that the city of Istan had fallen seven days ago.
, the city lord Machaliqi led the officials in the city to surrender collectively.
Gelburn had been completely surrounded three days ago, and now it was unknown whether the city was still there. Kubri was shocked when he received the news. He had no time to ask the town officials to arrange food and drinks, and immediately announced that the entire army would set off immediately.
Fifteen thousand cavalry roared past, and clouds rolled over the ground. Every soldier's heart was extremely heavy, because no one knew how many troops they were about to face.
Next to David Mo were the two deputy captains of the Eighth Regiment, named Tie Lebi and Mok Nash respectively. Tie Lebi had a silver level nine cultivation level, and Mok Nash had a silver level eight level.
Tie Lebi has a rugged appearance, is eight feet tall, and looks like a tiger or a leopard. Moknash has an average appearance, but has extremely sharp eyes. He is seven feet tall and looks like an ordinary village man.
The military only admires the strong. David Mo once singled out five Silver Level 5 experts with weapons in the school camp with bare hands, leaving a powerful impression in everyone's mind and establishing his supreme status as a Gold Level expert.
Tie Lebi spoke without any scruples. While riding his horse and whipping his whip, he shouted to David Mo beside him: "Sir! What if the city of Gelbun cannot be defended! Then wouldn't our work be in vain?
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The flying sand roared around, and Moknash frowned slightly and scolded: "Tie Lebi! Disturbing the morale of the army! Don't you want to live?"
Tie Lebi laughed loudly and said: "We are all tough men! We can roll over mountains of knives without frowning. What do these words mean?" He has a rugged appearance, a breathtaking smile, and his eyes are as wide as bells.
Generally speaking, there is still a certain amount of courage shown.
When David Mo saw the two of them quarreling, he galloped his horse and said: "If Gelben is lost, we will take it back! The soldiers of the Romans are indeed strong, but the soldiers of our Holy Empire are the heroes under the sky.
eagle!"
Tie Lebi snorted twice and laughed loudly: "My lord, these words sound exciting, our soldiers of the Holy Empire are the real men!" After saying that, he galloped up his horse and followed David Mo's mount closely.
Moknash smiled and shook his head. He knew Tie Lebi too well. This man was just a big boss with some short-sightedness, but his mind was not bad. After working with him for many years, there was less intrigue and more pleasure in life.
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Gelben City is located in the northeast of Istan City. It is the main route to the entire Holy Empire. Istan City is located at a critical point and is the throat of the entire Holy Empire's defense system. It is like a nail inserted into the Roman Empire.
In the meat.
Now that Machariqi surrendered the city and surrendered, it was tantamount to a major blow to the Holy Empire. However, due to financial pressure, the empire was unwilling to send a large army to recover the city of Istan. The military aircraft department issued an order to them only to defend the city.
Urban City.
Gelbun City is located in the southwest corner of the Holy Spirit Empire and is the capital of Lakota Province. There are about 400,000 troops deployed around it, but all of them are ordinary human warriors with no cultivation.
Therefore, the imperial court had almost no hope that they could defend a viable surname. Being able to dispatch one of Yanjing's twelve divisions already showed its serious attitude.
The Third Division is not an elite division. The ordinary soldiers are only at the trainee level, but no one has much fear of the Roman Empire.
Because the Roman Empire also lacked highly skilled men, their organization was almost the same as that of the Holy Empire. It was impossible for the Roman Empire to send too many central legions, so the strength of one division should be able to stop them.
Outside the city of Gelbun, flames shot into the sky, all kinds of magic and fighting spirit were intertwined, huge fireballs rose into the sky, and the battle had entered a fierce stage.
The Lakota Province has a total of 400,000 garrison troops. In the battle of Istan City, nearly 100,000 people were consumed. After Machariki surrendered the city, the remaining 300,000 troops retreated to the city of Gelbun. The Romans surrounded Gelbun.
After this, the attack has been launched for three consecutive days.
The Roman Empire dispatched a total of nearly 300,000 troops, including the elite troops of the two central divisions. The border guards, ordinary people without any cultivation, were almost defeated at the first touch when they faced them.
Defending the city became their last hope. The city lord Bocouli looked forward to the court's support day and night. This level of invasion could only be resisted by the cultivators of the Royal Forbidden Army.
Rows of huge crossbows fired volleys, and the magic-blessed crossbow arrows had been used up as early as the first day. Huge siege engines hit the city gates day and night, and countless ladders were erected on the top of the city.
The city of Gelbun had no choice. The city lord Bocouli vowed to live and die with the city, so he could only continue to block it with the flesh and blood of his soldiers.
Also anxious were the armies of the Roman Empire. They were also worried about the Royal Guards of the Holy Empire being dispatched, so they spared no expense and tried their best to attack Gelburn. As long as they occupied Gelburn, it would be equivalent to occupying the war.
initiative.
At this time, Macharici was probably suffering the most. He originally had 50,000 private troops, but after the surrender, all of them were confiscated and joined the Roman army.
The current emperor of the Roman Empire is also an ambitious monarch - Philip XXIII. The feud between Rome and the Holy Empire has been entangled for thousands of years, and Philip's lineage was originally the royal family of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
In the eyes of the Roman Empire, the Yale family was a rebellious son, and the Philip royal family was still bitter about the Yale family's rebellious and separatist behavior.
There were two generals leading the Roman Empire, the first-class Marquis Sariev and the third-class Duke Bukrich. They respectively led an army of 150,000 people and a central division.
Sariyev was sitting in the tent, and a middle-aged man was kneeling under the stage. His face was a little pale and the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching.
I saw the man choked up and said: "Your Majesty, Marquis! I can't stand it anymore! The minister's 50,000 troops are now out of ten, and there are only less than 15,000 people left! Please let them retreat first,
Take some rest and then listen to your orders!"
With a smile on his face, Sariev stood up, walked around the table, helped him up with his own hands, and said kindly: "Lord of Maca, what are you doing? This is all to end the war as soon as possible."
Machariqi wiped her tears and said a little aggrievedly: "But sir, the soldiers in my hands are all soldiers from my hometown. With such heavy casualties, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain to the elders of Istan City by then!"
A cold gleam flashed through Sariev's eyes, but it was fleeting. He pulled Mazaliqi to sit down and said to him kindly: "Mazaliqi, I can't bear to make you so embarrassed! But now I have a hand
The troops here are indeed not enough, why not, when the war is over, I will give you the recruitment establishment of two more divisions!"
Machaliqi secretly complained in his heart. This old thief was determined to make all his private soldiers serve as cannon fodder. He immediately looked a little embarrassed and said, "Your Majesty, please leave some kindling for me.
It’s better to explain to the elders in my hometown! Please!”
Sariev had a slightly serious face and scolded softly: "Machariqi, the country is in crisis now. It is a critical moment. The great achievement of regaining Gelben is right in front of us. How can we give up so easily!"
Seeing that Machaliqi still wanted to speak out, he snorted coldly: "If you still want to complain, don't blame me for my ruthless military law!"
He couldn't help but sneer secretly in his heart: You, Machaliqi, have now become a traitor. If you dare to disobey orders, you will be handed over to the Holy Empire after the war. This is also a bargaining condition!
Machariqi's mouth was slightly bitter. When he saw that the battle was too fierce, he did not withstand the pressure and chose to surrender. Now he is on the verge of death and there is no way out. So when he saw Sariyev getting angry, he did not dare to do anything more at the moment.
say what.
He couldn't help but think in his heart: Now this country no longer knows which country it is, but I have already failed to please both sides...
After he left, Bukrich came to Sariev's camp. When he saw Machariqi leaving with a dejected look, he only briefly met him.
He has always looked down upon people.
After entering the camp, he had a slight smile on his face and said lightly: "Sariyev, Gelben is almost unable to withstand it now. The North City is about to be destroyed, but I don't know when you can break through this gate."
open."
After seeing him, Sariev's eyes flickered slightly, but then he smiled and said: "My main entrance is almost done, and it will probably be done within the next hour or two."
When Buckridge heard what he said, he immediately smiled and said: "If that's the best, I'm here to discuss with you what to do after entering the city. I suggest leaving an army to guard outside to prevent the Holy Empire from attacking.
Reinforcements.”
Sariyev ignored his wishful thinking and nodded: "After entering the city, you and I will each leave an army outside the city to prevent the enemy from making a surprise attack."
Having said this, he walked out of the tent with Buckridge and looked at the tall and majestic Gelben's crumbling city gate. There was a trace of emotion in his eyes, and he said with a little sadness: "This Gelben is out of the arms of the empire.
It has been nearly three hundred years, and it is time to return to the embrace of the motherland."
He dedicated his life to the Roman Empire and was the most loyal servant of the Philip royal family. Now that he saw the lost territory of his homeland being recovered, he was inevitably a little touched in his heart.
Buckridge nodded and said goodbye to him and returned to his hometown. When he turned around, his eyes flashed with joy. Although he was equally happy to be able to recover the lost territory, he thought more about the rewards after the war.
However, Sariev was cautious all his life, and then he calmed down and issued the order: "Place the surrounding scouts fifty miles away! Be sure to be careful of the support of the Royal Legion of the Holy Empire!"
At this time, the Third Division of the Royal Legion was less than fifty miles away from Gelburn City!