Realm of Power

The sky is very blue, with almost no clouds visible. The wind blows across the plains of the basin, stirring the white weeds. A purple Fengzi flower and a yellow chrysanthemum leaf were swept up in the air by the wind, like a small boat floating in the water, drawing a line along the sky like a transparent cover and along the far edge of the Roode Basin. faint white line,

Just like the traces of the undulating mountains on the edge of the basin, the beautiful summer days like broken snow are still floating on the high mountain peaks. On the mountain pass in the distance, a row of tiny black spots is coming towards Brymel.

Brymel Consul Rehasa looked at the sun above his head. It had just crossed the center line. Under the scorching sun, the air was starting to feel scalding like slowly boiling bubbles. Rehasa's face looked a little pale. Not only because his skin is a bit white, but also because he was stimulated by the sight in front of him.

No one thought that His Majesty Falcon would land at Tiha Port by boat and then go north along the most deserted road.

You must know that the south is suffering from drought. There are not many people traveling on the official road leading to the south, and there are almost none in the past few days. Except for some listless horse teams, there are no large-scale caravans at all. These horse teams are also They are not businessmen. It can be seen from their leader's linen clothes similar to those of a village chief. These cavalry teams are just cavalry teams from nearby villages and towns coming to trade.

The horses are all poor horses, with traditional bifurcated horse stools tied to their skinny backs, which are used to hang some native crops. The horses are relatively thin and small, and under the pressure of layers, they are like hanging from two hills. In general, on a road that is not good to begin with, swaying forward under the scorching sun.

This is a common phenomenon in central Rode recently. Some nearby farms have also started trading, because more and more nearby villages have discovered that by transporting the crops produced in the village to the trading grounds in the city for sale, they can often get more money than the wild merchants outside. The purchase price is one-tenth higher than the price, and the trade tax here is also pitifully low.

In this environment, the Ruode people, who were once known for their old-fashioned and solid nature, also began to try to start a business.

And in the wider south. The situation is not so optimistic. As the lord system fell apart in the war of conquest, the original land-fixed population policy has lost its binding force. Refugees are flocking to mutually stable and prosperous areas, making the already broken economy in the south even worse. It formed a rare spectacle.

On one side, there were frequent caravans coming and going, but on the other side, it was so empty that not even a ghost could be seen.

Rehasa could almost guess the livid face of His Majesty Falcon without even thinking about it. His Majesty Falcon always paid attention to the economy and placed himself in such an important position. In addition to strictly controlling Brymel, he also Have another plan. His Majesty seems to intend to build Bremel into the commercial center of the South.

With the lifting of Su Ruo's trade line, Bramel and Su Ruo have been connected. In order to expand trade and restore the vitality of the once prosperous city of Bremer as soon as possible,

Rehasa also put a lot of effort into cracking down on price gouging.

He built three large trade markets in the west corner of the city, and announced that in addition to levying high transaction taxes on some luxury goods trade, all other goods below 1,000 gold coins would be taxed on commercial activities in the Bremel area. On the other hand, only a tax equivalent to one-thirtieth of the goods is levied. This almost non-existent tax quickly attracted the attention of mainland businessmen for Brymel.

Although the Kingdom of Luode is severely weakened, it is still a region with a population base of millions. As long as there is a need, there will be business opportunities. Moreover, it is very close to Palavon in the center of the mainland, and it is fully equipped to become a business center in the south. With this consideration, many large merchants have set up trading offices in Braimel.

From the southern town of Gorath to the city of Fessey outside Bremer, this hundred-mile-long southern artery is as desolate as a scar that was once scratched on the Kingdom of Lod, due to the lack of adequate treatment. The drug started to smell and become infected. Even the smugglers who have always been famous for wanting money rather than their lives, not many people are willing to take the risk. Smugglers are not fools.

The reason why you can make money by smuggling goods is not only because you can avoid taxes, but also because someone is willing to buy it at a higher price than itself. However, the South is now full of hungry people who don't have enough to eat. From a business perspective, the business opportunities are almost zero. The high-ranking nobles who once occupied the top position of wealth have now withered away, and the economy has lost its most basic support.

The south is like a dead tree branch swept by the autumn wind, without even a single bright leaf. Do we still expect these hungry people who don't even have food to buy luxury goods from the north at high prices?

Time passed moment by moment, and the sun began to tilt. A golden ray of sunset shone down from the ridges, forming a scene of intertwined light and shadow on the vast land in the distance.

"It seems that waiting today was in vain."

Consul Rehasa turned around in frustration. There was still no shadow of the black cavalry in the distance. His body standing like a javelin revealed the unique spirit of a soldier. The smoke and dust rolled up made Rehasa cover his mouth and nose. ,

Today, he rarely wore a general's uniform of a flag regiment leader. The cuffs were inlaid with silver buttons, and the collar was inlaid with a shining golden eagle medal, which was the mark of the regiment to which he belonged.

In the system of the Falcon Emperor, the central legion of the Fat Man is the symbol of the golden falcon, the three-headed eagle is the symbol of the Salon Legion, the bald eagle is the symbol of Caesar Sauron's Northern Army, and Statunko's Southern Army. It is a drawn bow. The symbol of the Varisian Legion is a lightning bolt, and the symbol of the East Court Legion is a wolf head.

"Ahem, Master Rehasa, it's already dark. Let's go back first. I believe His Majesty won't arrive today." Reza Diwa walked over from the side with a gloomy face. He and Rehasa stood there for a whole day. They all seemed a little out of spirits. No one knew the exact time of His Majesty Falcon's arrival. The two most powerful people in Brymel could only choose this stupid method of waiting.

"No, if there are no mistakes on the way, from what I understand, His Majesty must arrive today." Rehasa rejected him without hesitation.

"No way, you see the sky is like this, how can your majesty still be able to travel at night?" Reza Diwa pointed to the darkened sky with a surprised look on his face, and the bright moon with half an arc appeared vaguely.

"Your Majesty has the habit of traveling at night," Rehasa smiled noncommittally at Ressa Diwa's words, "It's just that not many people know about it. When I was with His Majesty, there were many people who traveled at night. Traveling at night Wind and cold are the most taboo. For this reason, His Majesty will personally distribute a pot of liquor from the northern prairie to each guard."

Hearing Rehasa's words, Ressa Diwa's face looked a little embarrassed and his mouth opened. In the end, he chose silence. Yes, as a flag commander, what qualifications did he have to argue with His Majesty's trusted ministers?

Rehasa has been entrusted with an important task and is destined to become a pair of eyes for His Majesty to monitor the central part of Lod. The path to becoming a high-ranking minister is just around the corner. And I am just a young man stationed temporarily. He can leave at any time with a transfer order. The difference in status is self-evident.

Many people think that Rehasa may have a civilian background. In fact, most people are wrong. Before entering the adjutant's office, Rehasa was the squadron leader of the first siege squadron of the 3rd Infantry Flag Regiment of the Central Army.

That's right, just participate and rush to the front. Few people know that Rehasa is a majestic and majestic force among the siege troops. Known as the humanoid javelin,

The siege squadron he led once broke through the city walls of Kyoto in Wikiia and the city walls of the three northern counties. He was awarded the honor of the elite of all battles by Fatty three times. His somewhat thin body contained astonishing explosive power, and he was shrewd and capable. , there is fineness in the roughness, and when performing tasks, it is like dealing with enemies trapped in the city, and will move forward without hesitation. Use the siege cone in your hand to smash the target into pieces,

The Fat Man took this into account when he appointed him as the governor of Bremel. Bremel is located in the center of the Great Basin of Roder and has been the economic, political and cultural center of the Roder people for hundreds of years.

If we want to stabilize Rohde, we must first stabilize Bremel's floating people's hearts. But who can take on this important task is a question. At this time, Fatty thought of Rehasa, who had just been transferred to the Adjutant's Office and was responsible for the designated siege plan.

Although this person is a siege soldier with a low level of education, the siege plan he submitted, based on his rich experience, put forward several siege tips, both rough and detailed, including key breakthroughs. , and there was an ambush raid. It can be seen that this is an extremely rare talent that has been cultivated through countless bloody battles. For this reason, Fatty also distributed this siege plan to all the main battle groups as the main source of military training. One of the contents

The most brutal part of the siege battle is the first batch of assault troops to board the city. The two armies are in close contact. In a short-distance collision, only one warrior can survive. This is like Bremel in front of him. Not only It only requires the deterrence of force, but also the need to face numerous obstacles and still dare to use the sword to break through all difficulties.

Suppressing venture investors and publicly executing the first offenders of hoarding goods and raising prices. Although this method of forcibly suppressing one end of the world has temporarily stabilized Bremel's floating hearts, it will inevitably cause a backlash from businessmen.

This city is like a big quagmire, and the power of merchants is extremely powerful. Without a person in charge with a strong will and courage to move forward, Brymel is likely to become a city dominated by merchants. This is very important to the empire. In terms of governance, it will undoubtedly become a hidden danger of instability.

"Then let's wait a little longer." Ressa Diwa nodded helplessly. As the head of Bramel's military affairs, Ressa Diwa could choose to send scouts to contact him.

But that was under normal circumstances. Now that His Majesty Falcon has come in person, such a disrespectful move as sending out scouts is naturally impossible to use. What's more, His Majesty Falcon comes to Bramel at this time. I'm afraid it's not just The so-called inspection in the official document of the Ministry of Military Affairs is so simple.

"Look, it's His Majesty's queue."

Reza Diwa, who was in his thoughts, suddenly heard Rehasa's voice of surprise, and quickly raised his head. Sure enough, under the moonlight above his head, he saw the black cavalry appearing at the mountain pass directly in front, rolling in smoke like a long dragon.

For some reason, Ressa Diwa felt that the long dragon of smoke and dust was mixed with the smell of blood, or it was more like a sharp sword that was about to cut off the Dorok Mountains.

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It was not until this moment that all the generals of the Falcon Empire discovered with excitement that the garrison points of the main battle legions were simply a huge and detailed network, which had already completely surrounded the self-righteous Dorok people.

From Palavon in Ruidian to Airey in the northern mountains of Dorok, along the thousand-mile extension of the Dorok Mountains, nearly 100,000 Falcon troops are being mobilized urgently.

The Varisian Army in the direction of Palavon, Lord Caesar Sauron's Northern Army in the direction of Airey, and the Western Army rushing south, these are the main battle armies that have completed their rest and recuperation. He had already begun to sharpen his knife, revealing his sharp butcher knife.

These reports that only flow internally undoubtedly show that from the beginning, His Majesty Falcon had no intention of letting the Doroks go. With such a layout, the generals also knew what to do next. .

"Welcome Your Majesty"

As the cavalry troops approached, Resaha and Resa Diwa both knelt down on one knee at the same time, placing their right hands on their chests. The rapid sound of horse hooves suddenly stopped.

"Thank you for your hard work. Come here, give them horses."

The fat man was riding on the horse, and the dust all over his body could not conceal his mountain-like aura. He looked at the two people with slightly narrowed eyes. The moon above his head shone on the fat man's body, forming a faint milky white halo, like a god descending to earth.

Reza Diwa looked a little dazed. He had long heard that His Majesty Falcon was the legendary end of the dynasty and the kingmaker, but this was the first time he had actually seen such a strange sight. He felt more and more nervous and inexplicable. He held the reins of the war horse in his hand. Shaking slightly, Rehasa seemed to have been used to this kind of scene for a long time. He calmly took the war horse from the guards and followed His Majesty Falcon away.

The next day, Salon, who was taking command on the northern border, also hurried back to Bramel. It was only after he received the report from his subordinate Reza Diwa last night that he learned that His Majesty Falcon had arrived at Blemel. Blemel was only about 70 miles away from the front line. Salon rode his horse overnight, almost just now As soon as I entered the city, I couldn't wait to rush to the villa where the fat man lived.

"Is Your Majesty inside?"

Salon will hand over the war horse to the guards at the gate. He asked nervously. After receiving a positive reply from Konoe, he hurried up the gray stone steps of the villa with a solemn face. Under the leadership of a confidential adjutant, he came to the end of the corridor on the second floor. When he opened the door to a study room, he saw that the fat man had just finished reviewing a document, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Salon? Why are you back?..." The fat man picked up the water on the table and was about to drink it. He looked at his beloved general standing at the door of his study with some surprise.

"Your Majesty, you can't treat one favorably over another."

Who knew that Salon almost made the fat man spit out the water in his mouth as soon as he spoke. The tone of this one-eyed man was just like a resentful woman complaining that she had been wronged.

"Damn, what do you mean?" The fat man was angry and put down the water glass in his hand. Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that a whole glass of water would not be poured on Salon's face like a resentful woman. He asked with a serious face. , now is the time when the front line is tight, why did Salon, the top commander of the front line, leave his post without authorization.

Salon looked slightly embarrassed and said, "Your Majesty, I heard that Crolisat and Varisien in the center and Caesar Sauron in the north have received combat orders. Why haven't I? If there is no clear answer, I can no longer serve as a frontline commander. How can I explain it to the soldiers under my command? Do you want me to tell them that our army is playing a supporting role in attracting the enemy's main force this time?"

"Supporting characters? Aren't you already fighting? The fat man replied angrily and with a smile, "Is it possible that the more than 110,000 Rock troops in front of you are just like mist?"

"Your Majesty, you are perfunctory with me again." Salon sat down on the sofa at the door with a resentful look on his face. He took out a document from his arms, dipped his hand in saliva, and spread it out on the table. It was a document filled with A blood book with a name on it, covered with dense bloody handprints

Salon said solemnly, "Your Majesty, this is a petition jointly signed by 1,435 officers of our army. No matter how we arrange this mission, our army must be responsible for the main attack mission."

"You are talking nonsense like this, but you are still responsible for the army. You know, this is called overstepping one's authority. It seems that after not seeing each other for many days, your boy's courage has grown a lot." The fat man glared at Salon angrily and said in a decisive tone.

"Even if His Majesty kills me, I will still say this." Salon lowered his head timidly, but still said without flinching.

"No one wants to act as a feint attack. We have feint attacks in several battles. Finally, there is a Japanese army in Kyoto, but it is only in the name of the main attack. In fact, it is still the Central Army that is fighting. If we continue to feint attack, I, the army commander, will not be able to do it." It can’t be done.”

"In this siege of the Dorok Mountains, every legion is the main attack. There is no feint attack mission. Even if you want it, there will be none."

The fat man looked at Salon's attitude of not being afraid of boiling water, and could only say with a wry smile.

"Your Majesty, is this true?" Salon raised his head excitedly, blinked his one eye with white foam, and his face immediately fell down again, and he shouted

"Your Majesty, this is not right. We have attracted the main force of 110,000 Dorok. Look at what they are facing. The empty mountains and the unobstructed Dorok mansion are our main attack. Then we It’s not a loss.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (.), your support is my biggest motivation.)