Total War of the Empire

——Who am I? I am the king! Who are you? You are the people!—

Pontery III, the Emperor of the Falus Will Empire.

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Dead silence...

A strange silence appeared on the entire battlefield, and the place covered by arrow rain was almost cleared out a dead area. The two armies fell into a simultaneous confrontation again with this.

The momentum of the French will army's charge slowed down, but it was quickly recovered under the order of the officers.

Although the French will army suffered heavy casualties for the first time to charge and siege the city, the number of soldiers was as high as 150,000! The casualties of only about 7,000 or less than 10,000 were only one of the fifteenth parts of the French will soldiers, and it was far from the level of injury.

But this cannot be said to have no effect at all. At least this siege strike made the French Will Legion more or less cautious.

Jiaomkar, who could not sit still and watch his army be defeated, came to the front line with the guards cavalry to boost morale. The legendary general of the French Will Empire, praised by the people of the French Will Empire, was the hero who led the northern legion to resist the invasion of the Holy Roman Empire ten years ago, actually loved soldiers like the rumors.

The French soldiers who saw this scene were all cheered up! Perhaps these people's equipment and weapons were not good, but their worship of the commander-in-chief Jiao Mkal was indeed first-class.

"——Roar! Hand over Mkar!!"

“——Take Mkar!!”

“——Take Mkar!!”

The French Will Camp, whose morale was still sluggish, shouted Jiao Mukal's name, and as the trend became increasingly fierce, this call gradually spread throughout the plain.

Jiao Mkar stood in front of the "St. Deni's Worship" flag and said to the French soldiers who fled back with shame.

"It's not your fault. If it were me, I would have run away. Because I underestimated Pulun City, it was my negligence to make you suffer such huge casualties."

A very short sentence, even in the heavy and verbose French, it took only four seconds to completely finish it. However, these short four seconds saved the hearts and morale of more than 20,000 defeated soldiers. Jiao Mkar did not give any punishment to these defeated soldiers, but only comforted them for a while and then re-issued weapons.

A black cloud was coming to the southeast. The army of French wills, which was ready to recover from its might, gave Xia Ya a real headache.

At this time, the catapult cart, which had been in adjustment, was finally pushed to the front line by the French army. The French soldiers who had just been pressed and beaten by the archers in Pulun City also found psychological support. They rubbed their hands and fists and waited for the moment when the walls of Pulun City were broken! It was easy to go in and rob and kill them to expose the anger that had just been tortured!

Jiaomkar rode his horse to the forefront of the French camp. He waved his sword with one hand and shouted loudly to boost morale.

In order to respond to Jiaomkar, the French soldiers also followed the way Prun City had just looked, and kept hitting the ground with their weapons and hammering the shield.

The violently shaking earth condenses and compresses like the rapidly changing weather in the sky, and performs the final madness before an upcoming storm.

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Howling wind, thunder and lightning

The flag was waving in the strong wind, and the drummer beat the drum face frantically.

The sound of desolate horns echoed on the earth.

In the low echo, everyone's nerves were tense in an instant, the flag bearer began to pass the order, and the commander rode a fierce horse and ran in front of the battle formation.

The flags erected in the formation are blown away

The high and unchanging horn sound carries the glorious sound of the Fayi Empire for a hundred years, and the morale of the Fayi Legion's battle formation has become high.

They fought Great Britain on this continent for nearly a hundred years, and battles of all sizes broke out too many times, but there was only one thing that had not changed. That is, the flag of "Saint Deni's Worship" must be the final battle flag that stood up on the bloody battlefield. This is their glory and a national honor that is absolutely not allowed to be defiled.

The French Will Legion and the City of Prun were three miles apart, looking at each other from afar, a strong and bleak murderous aura brewed on the battlefield.

Jiao Mkar rushes to the front of the battle formation. He holds up the sword in his hand and looks firmly at the soldiers in front of the formation.

He stood in front of the formation and roared with all his strength: "Let the array! Attack!"

"Array! Attack!"

"Array! Attack!"

"Array! Attack!"

The commander and the flag bearer followed his order and let out a roar. The powerful voice echoed on the plains and the sound of the trumpet before the charge sounded in the French will army formation.

The loud and rhythmic sound of war drums sounded. Under the command of the officers, the 150,000 troops of the will of the law stepped forward. The spear was solemn in front of them, and the spear was raised like a sea. The shield was guarding the chest and there were three lilies carved.

Following closely behind were huge siege cars and rushing cars, which were pushed forward by soldiers, and they were under pressure to the city of Pulun.

In the just confrontation, Jiao Mkar had already seen Pulun's strength and sharp armor. Ru Nuo used his troops to accumulate them bit by bit on the usual siege. I guess Jiao Mkar could trap all the legions in.

So Junkal figured it out and saw through Pulun's weaknesses!

That is, the force of the troops is forcing people, but the number is insufficient!

The easiest way to win and win with the minimum casualties is to defeat the entire army! With a huge number of well-equipped equipment to fight the enemy, as long as you can take down the city wall, no matter how much the price you pay, it will inevitably be a victory for the Falus Will Empire!

The army of the French will totaled more than 143,200 people, except for the 36,000 regular troops belonging to the First Legion and the Second Legion of Jiaomkar.

The others were militia auxiliary legions recruited from the indigenous people. Apart from these militias that had only received basic military training, there were only 36,000 soldiers who could be regarded as the main combat force on the side of the French will. However, there were nearly 20,000 elite soldiers in Pulun City!

Five thousand archers, three thousand recruited spearmen, ten thousand hook and sicklemen, three thousand Spartan heavy shield guards, one thousand three hundred and forty-two cavalry, and the October Legion that were not counted. As well as other militias of various ethnic groups, but basically, including militias of various ethnic groups and the hidden peasants in the city, were not counted as formal combat power.

Therefore, the total force that can be fought in Pulun City is more than 22,000 regular troops.

Compared to the previous one, it seems that it is almost the same as the regular army of the French will. Even if the gap in equipment and military discipline is included, Pulun is completely overwhelming the other side!

But whether it is the total force or the main combat force, the number of the French Will Legion is very obvious, more than eight times that of Prun!

They have nearly 110,000 troops who can fight for the vanguards for the regular army, but Pulun has nothing at all. If only there are less than 20,000 other militia organizations and recruiting farmers can barely be counted as cannon fodder...

Pulun's only advantage is the battlefield. They have important towns and castles, and there are countless mechanisms and traps hidden in them.

On both sides are high mountains and dense forests, and Charia is still a concave plain area where the battlefield of Prun is still there, and the soldiers cannot rush in front of them all in one breath.

The number of troops of the Suppression Law Will Legion is advantageous, and the opponent's vitality is crazily consumed in the siege battle on the plain battlefield.

This is the first step in Charia's plan.

But as soon as this plan was implemented, a huge obstacle occurred, that is...

"Catting the city!!!"

The huge trench behind the French Will Legion made a depressing roar, and the huge stone was thrown high by the trench and drew an arc in the air and then hit Pulun's city wall heavily.

——Boom!

The wall of Prun was trembling with a tremor, and the soldiers standing on it were even more numb by the sudden attack.

At this time, the army of French will suddenly divide into seven groups, relying on their large numbers of people to siege Pulun from multiple directions and launch a charge!

Amid the shocking shouts of killing, Pulun's five thousand archers almost pulled the bow and opened the arrows without touching the ground and his hands were almost gone!

However, because the enemy is too many and scattered and wide, no matter how powerful the five thousand archers are, they cannot stop them all!

"Beware!! Catstone!!"

An archer suddenly found that the huge rock falling from the sky was just above the head of the Pulun Archery Force. He hurriedly shouted to remind his compatriots, but unfortunately the huge rock that roared did not give him this opportunity.

--boom!!

The huge roar brought out a burst of smoke and dust that covered its sight, and thirty-two British archers died in this attack. But this was not the end. Dozens of siege cars that projected huge rocks at the same time brought a huge test to the Pulun Wall!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Huge rocks slid from the sky, just like meteorites from the outside world fell from the sky. The constant impact of huge rocks made the Pulun wall tremble, but because of its strong defense and it was completely reinforced by Chara several times, there is no need to worry in a short period of time.

The Seventh Legion of the Falusic Will had rushed to the moat again. They used the dead bodies as cushions and carried the bodies on the ladders they built to charge wildly with arrows and rain.

At the same time, many soldiers stayed on the moat to lay the wooden boards to pave the way for the subsequent transportation of the city-torn vehicles.
Chapter completed!