Realm of Power

With the howling north wind, large holes fell one after another on the solid granite stone of Besu Capital City. The previously pure white ground now revealed a shocking blood-red color.

"Pop!" There was a greasy, slippery and moist feeling under my feet. Dongting soldier Ke Muhe struggled to cross the narrow battlements that were already covered with red ice.

"It smells really bad." The strong smell of blood carried by the wind made Kemuhe frown slightly. The tragic scene in front of him made the inexperienced young man from Dongting stunned for half a minute before he was convinced that he had seen it right. , the cold wind brought a biting pain, and the iron-clad feet stepped heavily into the red blood that was almost congealed on the city road,

He saw corpses piled up in an arc at the crenellations he climbed over, and all kinds of incomplete weapons, like broken objects, were left on the almost muddy city surface.

The most shocking thing is the corner not far from the crenellation, which is the only passage leading here from the city road. There are about thirty corpses stacked on top of each other. Inside there is Dong Ting, who is wearing cavalry armor and holding a mutilated scimitar in his hand. There are also Besu people who only wear thin leather armor but keep their bodies forward, and there are also a few civilians holding sickles in their hands.

The sound of fighting in the distance continues, and the battle is not over yet. No one has the extra energy to separate the corpses of the soldiers on both sides. Once the corpses fall over each other, the cold wind and snow will freeze these corpses in less than twenty minutes. It formed a huge pile of corpses. From a distance, it looked like piles of black objects piled up in the corridors of Besu Capital City.

The cold wind blew through the cave, and the goose-feather heavy snow soon turned the piles of corpses into a white blanket, just like God covering these dead soldiers with a white blanket. The two sides who had been fighting fiercely in front of them But they became interdependent partners after death, which is really a little bit prickly.

It can be imagined that after breaking through the battlements, the two sides were in this small gap of less than three meters in the city road. Countless times of mutual tug-of-war resulted in the current pile of corpses.

In order to resist, the other side even sent civilians in the city. It is precisely because of the participation of these civilians that the Dongting army, which has already taken advantage of the city wall, has been unable to end the battle. Simple positions made of sandbags, gravel and wood can be seen everywhere on the streets of the city. The Su Ke army Stand ready behind the position

This painful street battle was completely beyond the expectations of the people of Dongting. The resistance of the people of Northland could be described as brutal. The Beisu people, who were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, were squeezed into every street corner.

However, they still used a variety of crude weapons to guard the road leading to the city center. Opposite the defense line they built with gravel and ice, the hard-clad Dongting army was rushing like a tide.

"shooting"

The archers who had been removed from the city wall were hiding on the roofs of the streets. These northern archers kept using their powerful longbows to shoot at the Dongting troops who were crowded at the street entrance below. "Whoosh" arrow clusters It hit like raindrops on the cavalry bucklers of the soldiers in the East Courtyard, making a sound like heavy rain falling to the ground.

"Bang!" Then came the roaring huge stones, like meteors falling from the sky, hitting the shield from the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street. Blood mixed with yellow and white brains spattered onto the pale faces of the soldiers behind. The iron shield twisted and deformed and flew into the air, spinning several times before falling to the ground.

While shouting, soldiers from the East Courtyard kept rolling and falling to the ground after being hit by rocks. The soldiers behind them retreated in panic.

"Go forward, go forward"

"Back off, back off"

Various contradictory orders resounded through the streets, and the soldiers in front and behind were overwhelmed and crowded together. Only then did they discover that the houses on both sides of the road had blocked their windows and doors with stones. Arrow clusters from high places struck like raindrops again,

The soldiers in the East Courtyard could not escape, and many of them were shot down by bows and arrows. The streets were filled with tragedy, and the blood formed a shocking red color on the outer walls of the houses on both sides of the street.

"Go forward, go forward." The Dongting cavalry originally wanted to rely on the impact of the cavalry to break through these streets. But they underestimated the defense of Sukbay City,

If they could stand at a high place at this moment and see through the flying snow and darkness that almost filled their sight, the patriarchs of the East Courtyard would realize what a big mistake they had made.

The capital of Baker, the city of hoarfrost, is also known as the White Lost City in the extremely cold North. Even the tyrant Asuo of the North has never made any plans to attack this White Lost City because the city itself is a huge defense system,

A series of maze-like octagonal streets extend outward from the castle in the center of the city, eventually forming a huge and incredible spider web-like street network. Once any enemy falls into it, they will find that they are simply helpless. , there are enemy sieges and arrow clusters everywhere, and occupying the outer city walls only opens the door to the maze of death.

But it was obviously impossible for the Dongting people to know this. With their brutal style, they almost killed every Northlander they saw on the road. Driven by greed and greed, they eventually swooped down like a flying insect. Entering the big net laid by the Northlanders in the white labyrinth city,

On the plains and open areas, war horses galloped like the wind, using a speed far exceeding that of humans themselves, turning the disciplined cavalry group into the most terrifying killing machine in the war. The Suk people spent hundreds of years building this In front of the super fortress, the cavalry tactics that the Dongting people were proud of suffered unimaginable heavy losses.

But once you are trapped in a narrow city street, it is another matter. For the cavalry of the Dongting people, the Su Ke people blocked the streets with sharp virtual stones, and the flying holes scared the orangutan. Everywhere was covered, and the Dongting people's charge cavalry seemed to be under a spell. Suddenly, with a long and painful neigh from the horse, they were thrown off the horse as hard as a broken sack. ,

"Snap!" The whole body fell to the uneven ground full of gravel, and his flesh was torn apart, and he was dizzy. Even if some stubborn guys struggled to stand up in pain, they would immediately become the target of the high-level Suk archers, and countless white people would be killed. The thread dances in the heavy snow,

"Puff puff puff" blood shot out from the bodies of these Dongting warriors, and then splashed onto the wall behind. Countless sharp arrow clusters shot through their bodies in an instant, with endless pain and pain on their faces. With eyes full of reluctance, the Dongting Cavalry's arrow-studded corpse fell straight to the ground together with his beloved horse.

This curse-like sight frightened many Dongting cavalry. Even Polis couldn't understand how the heroic Dongting warriors could be restricted by these ruined streets and alleys. The more mysterious they were, the more terrifying they were. The flying giants had taken away the best cover of the Suks. In the second half of the night, the temperature also reached its lowest point.

Snow flakes like flying catkins completely blocked the sight ten meters in front. The advantage of Dongting bow shooters was quickly lost. Most of the attacking cavalry had no choice but to dismount and fight on foot again. However, the structure of the Suk capital in front of them made the Dongting people dizzy,

There are layers of barricades. Floor after floor, the streets are twisted and twisted leading to an unknown location. The obstacles encountered along the way are always there, either archers or civilians standing on high places and throwing stones below. Whenever the East Courtyard The man scooped down a street, and a new street appeared in front of him. The Dongting soldiers who had been attacking for most of the night felt a headache.

Occupy a city, destroy a city, and strike fear into the hearts of your enemies. It has become the most powerful weapon for the Dongting army to conquer everything, and it is also the most exciting fighting habit for the Dongting soldiers.

The army attacks and tramples all enemies under its feet. This fighting tradition has been going on for more than a hundred years. Every time, it is not a river of blood, but it seems that it feels sorry for the ancestral precepts of the tribe.

But the current stalemate left him a bit confused, because the other party's resistance was so tenacious, including men, women, and children. From teenagers to gray-haired old men, as long as they had a breath, they all picked up weapons at this moment. In the battle reports returned from the front, even women and old men who mentioned the enemy appeared.

Compared with the regular army of the Besu tribe. The enemy civilians wore mottled clothing, crude weapons, and only received simple training, but their high fighting spirit was not inferior to anyone else.

Abandoning their initial weakness and fear, civilians fought side by side with the regular army. Even the old, weak, women and children dared to fight sword to sword with the brave Dongting warriors. He knocked down the enemy who was fighting head-on, and he didn't even have time to pull out the knife from the corpse. Another one pounces on you and hugs you so hard that you can't move. Someone hits you on the head with a stone, sickle or even a wooden board. It's completely like you will die together.

In order to encourage the soldiers in front, he personally led the clan chiefs to the front line. He saw corpses littering the barricades, and the blood turned into ice cubes in the cold. What shocked him even more was that , almost half of the war dead were civilians, many of whom were women and children. According to reports from the forward, even children who were only a few years old picked up bows and arrows and shot at the Dongting cavalry, and women were on the roof scooping up stones towards the Dongting queue. Smash it inside

The severe situation in front of him finally led Bosley to issue an order to massacre the city that had not been used for a long time.

"Tell everyone that after occupying this city, I will slaughter the city for three days. Everything in the city will belong to the occupying warriors." Looking at the large number of casualties among his subordinates, Persian yelled angrily, and finally began to lose his temper. He ordered to massacre the city. As soon as they came out, the low morale of the Dongting army was suddenly boosted, and the already somewhat decadent offensive became fierce again.

According to the custom of Dongting, the city massacre order stated that the tribe leader was willing to give up three-tenths of his spoils to reward all the soldiers who participated in the battle. After the city was defeated, except for women and property, everything else would be destroyed, even if They are children. Anyone taller than a carriage wheel will be killed.

Of course, from the perspective of tribal leaders, unless it is a last resort, they are unwilling to issue a very tempting order to massacre the city, because this will make them gain nothing from this battle.

Bosley also spent a lot of money this time, because he knew that if he could not conquer the city in front of him, the prestige of his Western leader would suffer a major blow, and the supplies of the 15,000-strong army in this vast snowy area would also be lost. is a big problem,

The Dongting cavalry, like the nomadic cavalry of Kujit, is good at running and fighting. This is because for this kind of cavalry, its logistics is almost unnecessary and extremely simple. Most of the cavalry advancement relies on hunting and hunting along the way. Robbery is used to solve the logistics problems of the march. If there is no more, they will rob or go hunting in the forest. For them, Mother Earth and the enemy's civilians are their logistical supplies.

If it were in a prairie or an inland area rich in materials, the Dongting cavalry could travel thousands of miles without worrying about logistics. However, this is an extremely cold and snowy area. There are no abundant prey to hunt, and there are no densely populated areas to plunder. In a big city, even if a few small villages and towns with a promising future are searched from top to bottom, all the food obtained can be eaten within a few days.

In this near-extreme area, everything seems so difficult. Now the only thing the Dongting soldiers can eat is the rations they carry, which is dried meat cured with salt.

It is usually tucked under the saddle. It can be eaten directly when needed. However, in the extremely cold northern region, there is a frozen wilderness everywhere, and it is almost difficult to see forests and trees. The soldiers have to eat cold, hard lumps of dried meat, some of which are cold. It was really unbelievable, so I used the horn knife in my hand to scrape it off layer by layer. It's all a layer of ice-like powder. This is no longer a matter of taste or teeth.

But there is no flame roasting, and there is a lack of enough heat to warm the body for a long time. Many Dongting soldiers have more or less suffered from cold symptoms after eating dried meat that was almost frozen into ice cubes. From time to time in the army, we can see soldiers who wake up stiff the next day because there is no hot food to eat. As many as hundreds of soldiers' corpses were carried out every day.

As the leader of the Xi tribe, Bosley did not think that this phenomenon was very dangerous, and people would die in war. As long as the big city in front of us is swept away, this problem will no longer be a problem.

Encouraged by the order to massacre the city, despite various obstacles and slow progress, the military advantage of Dongting soldiers remained unshakable. Braving the arrows and debris flying in the sky,

The East Court army was like an unstoppable iron stream, flowing slowly in Besudu. The streets as dense as a spider web were broken through one by one. The East Court archers used rubble from the ruins of the ruined walls in the occupied area. A temporary arrow tower about five meters high was built and began to suppress the Beisu people's resistance at the street entrance from a high place. The direction of the battle began to become clear. At five o'clock in the middle of the night, fast horses came from the front to report the latest progress. "Report, Ai The Csu have scooped out the main street leading to the center.”

The dark streets were full of people. The torches flickered with flickering light, and groups of Besu soldiers were trotting through the streets. Among the soldiers were a large number of armed civilians with knives and guns. In the opposite direction of the soldiers, the wounded were also carried from the front line like a tide. After coming down, thick blood and an indescribable stench assaulted my nostrils,

Broken human bodies and limbs were carried past, the white gauze was stained red with blood, soldiers with bloody faces were moaning and screaming in pain, screams of dying, pungent blood, broken human bodies could be heard constantly. , hands and feet were severed, blood spurted all over the floor, the organs that slipped out of the human body were filled with stench, and they screamed in pain. The recruits who were on the verge of death cried "Mom, Mom" ​​while they were dying.

People everywhere were shouting, "Come here, this one is going to die soon." The women and old people in charge of care were exhausted, but many times, they had no choice but to cover the faces of the wounded with white cloths.

The sound of fierce fighting getting closer and closer in the distance was like a big stone pressing on everyone's heart. In the distance, there was another Besu archer on a building, falling from a high place like a kite with a broken string. There it was hanging from a distance. The battle flag in the central block was less than 200 meters away, and the dim torches on the street shone on the back of a girl.

Viewed from the back, this girl is wearing a light yellow thick fox velvet cloak in the cold area, and the back of the white hood hangs down to her waist, revealing a head of long flowing hair, and the hood skirt is covered at the arms. Cut open to form two shawls, which infinitely strengthened the outline of her beautiful shoulders and back. Although the front was covered with a layer of white sand, it could still be vaguely seen that she was the embryo of a stunning beauty.

It's just that she was a little younger, about fourteen or fifteen years old. Before the tragic war in front of her, the girl with a ponytail trembled slightly and her face was pale. This was different from her imagination of a handsome knight holding a red rose in his mouth and wearing a razor-sharp coat. The romantic scenes are so far away, death, destruction, pain, entity, this is the real war.

As the princess of the Besu tribe, who will be the future chief of the Besu tribe in a year, Besu Kaya told herself that she should not be afraid, and that it was her unshirkable duty to visit the enemy in person and boost morale. But without being noticed, she had secretly vomited several times, until she could only vomit water. Someone behind her gently patted her back and handed her a clean handkerchief.

"Your Highness, don't worry too much. Beisu City has never been conquered since the day it was built. Any enemy will be beaten to death in front of the White Lost City."

Besukaya turned around, and a beautiful woman wearing a military cloak stood tall and straight behind her. She has a beautiful and dignified appearance and a virtuous manner, but her demeanor and actions reveal a kind of perseverance that will never yield. It is her own guard captain Sanghulin.

"I made you laugh." Beccaya's face turned slightly red. She took the handkerchief and wiped her pale face. She smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that I am the most incompetent among the previous Besu clan leaders. I am actually bleeding."

"It's already amazing, Your Highness. Your first time on the battlefield has been much better than I expected." A trace of love flashed through Sanhurin's eyes.

"Anyway, it is too far-fetched to place such a heavy burden on a little girl who is only fourteen years old.

If the Presbyterian Church had approved our plan earlier, we wouldn’t have had to pay such a heavy price.”

"Do you think the Asu people will really come to rescue us?" Besukaya frowned slightly, and she was not used to the tight cold soft armor.

She brushed the hair that was exposed on the forehead of the helmet, and asked doubtfully, "According to the time, the plan should be launched, right?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.),, your Support is my biggest motivation.)