Realm of Power

The heat of June could not eliminate the coldness in the hearts of the Kugit people. Thousands of charred corpses were placed in rows on the ground. Although their faces were unrecognizable, the leather armor on their bodies showed that these were Kugit light cavalry. The corpses were huddled together, roasted by the fierce fire, like a curved piece of black and numb shrimp. People were frightened to see them.

Following the messy traces outside the castle, the bloody wolf-head battle flag of the Left Guard King was found in the grass 800 meters southeast of the castle. There were also the corpses of more than 800 Kugit Left Guard cavalry lying scattered there. The grass was dyed red with blood, their bodies were covered with wounds, and broken weapons were scattered all over the ground. The intensity of the battle was evident.

Hasakti, the general leader of the Zuowei, looked at the corpses that were being collected with hesitant expressions. All traces showed that His Royal Highness the King of the Zuowei finally chose to lead the army to break out, and here he was surrounded by the Wikiyans. After the battle, the Vekians withdrew.

"This should be the place where His Highness fought for the last time! I hope His Highness is still alive." Hasakti was full of contradictions about whether he could find the body of King Zuowei here. "What if His Highness did not die, but fell into the hands of the Wikiyans?" . . . "Hasakti didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Captain Rio Tinto and Cavalry Commander Ulmuqian, you immediately lead your cavalry to sweep the Weizan area to avenge our dead warriors!" Hasakti said sternly with a livid face, with a hint of anger in his tone. A bone-chilling chill: "Shameless Wikiyans, look at it, I want the Wikiyans to repay ten times the life of every Kugit!"

"Yes, Master Hasatik!" The two Kugit Thousand Horsemen responded with blood-red eyes. The charred corpses of their companions in front of them stimulated the Kugit people. The commander disappeared and six thousand warriors died in the battle. Everyone felt depressed. There is a fire, everyone is eager to vent, The warrior's blood boiled in his body. "Damn Wikiyans, let you see that the Kugit scimitar has not been rusted enough to cut your necks!" Groups of Kugit cavalry filled with grief and anger disappeared into the distance, blood The rainy wind is about to cover the entire Weizan.

"Have all the announcements I want you sent out?" The fat man was riding on his horse, the aroma of wheat straw filling the air. He frowned slightly at the misty smoke above the village not far away, and turned to ask Lidaku Si, big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, "The Kugit people will definitely not give up this time. It would be better to let the local farmers evacuate as soon as possible!"

The Samor army retreated south along the Satsuma Ri River. Although Fatty hated rushing at noon, there was nothing he could do. Fatty was racing against time. News that tens of thousands of Samor troops ambushed the Zuowei King's army had spread to the ears of the Kugit people. , a group of Kugit elites followed under the leadership of the general leader Hasakti.

"Sir, please rest assured. When our baggage troops entered Weizan, they had already issued notices in the villages along the way! I believe the local farmers should have seen it." Lidakus nodded with worry, "But we are not the local lords after all. These The Vezan people won’t listen to us either!”

The total annihilation of the Zuowei King's army this time will definitely anger the Kugits. Thinking that the 20,000 angry Zuowei King's troops are about to vent their anger on these innocent civilians, Lidakus, who has never experienced the cruelty of war, can't help but tremble. He shuddered. In the past, what he saw was just cold numbers in files. This time, what he saw would be real blood. These civilians who were about to be slaughtered were all flesh and blood people like him.

"Haha, this is none of our business!" The fat man looked at the pale-faced Lidakus, knowing that this businessman-turned-soldier had not yet adapted to the cruelty of war, so he smiled indifferently, "That's right. We have already done what we have done, so you don’t have to worry too much. All farmers who have no land should follow our advice and retreat to Samour. As for those local gentlemen who own land and property and refuse to leave, wouldn't it be better if they were killed by the Kugits? If they don't die, our ten Aren’t several boxes of land deeds turned into waste paper?”

"There are some things that are inconvenient for us to do, so we just let those brainless Kujit people do it for us!" The fat man patted Lidakus on the shoulder teasingly, with a harmless smile on his face. The words vomited out shocked Lidakus to a complete mess. "All wars are a continuation of interests. There is no war in the world without any interests at all! If we want to survive, we must be more cruel, more cunning, and more cunning than the enemy." Shameless"

The words from the fat man's mouth made Lidakus stunned. The profound philosophical words just now completely overturned Lidakus' previous understanding of Fatty Summer. This was something that could only be said by a seasoned politician, but it happened that The person who said this was Fatty Samor, who was known for his vulgarity and rudeness. His incisive understanding of war was completely higher than that of Lidakus, who thought he had a deep understanding of war. For the first time, Lidakus took it seriously. Examining Fatty Samour

"Is this a warlord with no knowledge or a great military commander with a deep understanding of war!"

"Sir, I'm about to die. The Kugits are chasing too closely behind. They are light cavalry as fast as the wind. Most of our troops are infantry. They are incomparable." At this moment, the person in charge Queen Crolisat came back from the army with sweat profusely He caught up with them and saw the fat man riding a war horse. He immediately ran over and said anxiously, "We have fought with their scouts several times. Although we have won some victories, we still can't get rid of these tails. I'm afraid we haven't returned to the fortress yet." will be caught up!"

"What are you panicking about! It's just those headless flies of the Left Guard King!" The fat man glared at Krolisat with a slightly angry look on his face. "The Left Guard King is in our hands, are you still afraid of these small fish and shrimps!"

In the early morning of the next day, Hasatik, the general leader of the Left Guard who led the army to pursue, was blocked by a wooden sign more than three meters high. The whole wooden sign was obviously a whole tree broken open, and the knife-cut surface was polished, and it was simply piled up with stones.

There were a few lines of strange Vikia characters carved on it. Although he didn't know what they said, Hasatik felt that it might be related to the disappearance of His Royal Highness the Left Guard King, and he had to face it carefully.

"Left Guard Envoy, bring up the noble captive yesterday and let him recognize what these hateful Samor people wrote?" Hasatik didn't recognize it. He knew the Wikia language and shouted to the guards behind him. Soon, an old noble in tattered clothes was brought over by the guards. This was captured by the Kugits when they swept the local village yesterday. It is said that this old man is the grandfather of the local Vizan lord.

Hasakti pointed to the wooden sign and said, "You know all the words written on it! Hurry up and read it out loud." The old man looked at the wooden sign in front of him in confusion. His pale and stiff face suddenly became colorful. He almost laughed out loud several times. Finally, under the urging of Hasakti, he looked at the murderous Kugits in front of him with a strange look on his face, and asked cautiously with timid eyes, "This, this really needs to be read out?"

"Just read it when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Hasakti said again. Unable to suppress his anger, he whipped the old nobleman in the face with an angry whip. "Ah!" The old man wailed and rolled on the ground with blood on his face, causing the nearby Kugit people to laugh. Hasakti gritted his teeth and pointed the whip at the old man, saying viciously, "Read it now. If you dare to deceive us, I will have someone peel off your skin and hang it on a tree branch." "Poor Kugit barbarians, you are here for a tour, right? Fatty is busy and won't accompany you..." The old noble covered his face with his hands in pain. The whip just now pulled out several of his old teeth. He read the whole article with air leaking from the corners of his mouth, and the pronunciation of the words was unclear. The whole article was more than 300 words, and he greeted all the women of the 18th generation of the Kugit people in a roundabout way. Although the Kugit people didn't understand, the last sentence I understand what he said. "If you chase me, I will peel off the skin of the King of Left Guard and make a drum." This was a bolt from the blue for all the Kugits who were chasing them. The news that "His Royal Highness the King of Left Guard is in the hands of Fatty Samor" completely shattered the Kugits' fluke mentality. The armor of the King of Left Guard was found in the pile of stones under the wooden board, which undoubtedly proved that Fatty Samor was not lying. "Retreat! Order Li Kuotaiqian and Wulemu, two thousand cavalry captains, to lead the army to move closer to me." The commander-in-chief of the Left Guard, Hasakti, looked at the demoralized army and waved his hand helplessly. His commander-in-chief had fallen into the hands of the Vikians, and it was meaningless to search further. "Send all the property here and send an envoy to the Samor Fortress to negotiate immediately. We demand the redemption of His Royal Highness the King of Left Guard!"