Realm of Power

Under the gentle illumination of the autumn sun, Fatty led a team of thirty guards and left Airei, which was still hazy in the morning mist. It took him a day to pass through the continuous mountains of Airei. The scenery Changes began to occur from here. The mountains and terrain became vast and vast. The long wormwood was bent down by the wind. It seemed that a pair of invisible hands were brushing across the earth, driving all living things.

"Woo!" A clear eagle cry resounded through the sky, and the war horse leaped up the hill with all its strength, reaching a high point on the hill. The fat man stopped his horse, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

The hilly land in front is the Pomiang area, this time’s destination. Different from the mountains near Airey, the terrain of the Pomiang area is relatively flat.

The mountains here turn into grassy hills that stretch for dozens of miles. From a distance, they look like a huge emerald green wavy carpet, extending from your feet to the end of the earth.

The majestic and majestic scenery makes people feel an unconcealable impulse, especially in this season full of autumn, when the earth is vast and who is in charge of the ups and downs?

The fat man raised his head and looked at the flashing dots in the sky, unable to conceal his awe for the heaven and earth in his heart.

In front of these creatures of heaven and earth whose years are counted as thousands of years, human life is so short, but it is this short time like the passing of a meteor that allows humans to understand the preciousness of time and to do their best to create the bright star of civilization.

The reindeer herds running in the distance of the hills are like clusters of turbulent dots running actively in the waist-high grass. The elves of these hills stare curiously at the animals passing through the hills with their big black eyes. The cavalry, they will never understand why there is a stupid fat man in the middle, stopping and sighing in this narrow strip of beautiful scenery,

"Your Majesty, Lord Caesar Sauron's Third and Fourth Banner Regiments are stationed in Ancord, 50 miles away from here." A guard officer leading the way rode forward, pointing to the eastern horizon, his report Interrupting Fatty's thoughts.

"Where are Caesar Sauron's first and second banner regiments?" the fat man asked the guard officer.

"In accordance with His Majesty's instructions, we have moved forward 20 miles to the original front line, and we should have reached the attack position now."

The Guards officer responded with a respectful look, "This time Lord Caesar Sauron is personally on the front line at Fort Kutani, with the two main flag regiments under his command. It's like a huge iron pincer blocking the Dorok people from heading north. On the road, these two flag regiments are the main legions of Lord Caesar Sauron, with a total number of thirty thousand people.

They are well-equipped and have a firm will to fight. The most rare thing is that these two flag regiments temporarily recruited many mountain people from the northern Dorok in the Airey area during the summer. And during the period of being stationed, targeted mountain combat training was carried out, and we were ready to enter the Dorok mountain operations at any time."

"Oh, it seems that Caesar Zoro is also a little impatient."

After hearing the guard officer's report, the fat man smiled slightly. Caesar Sauron's request to recruit Dorok natives coincided with his previous thoughts.

Inside the resting Central Army. A part of the Dorok northern mountain people were also secretly recruited. In order to recruit locals who were familiar with the terrain of the Dorok mountain area, the Central Army offered very attractive conditions.

First of all, they must be mountain hunters, because their main task is to identify the complicated paths in the mountains. Secondly, their tasks have been explained when they were recruited. In the war, they will not be placed in the front-line combat troops. , they will be assigned to the commanders of each flag regiment, and their task is to serve as guides for the army,

The conditions are favorable and there are almost no risks,

Such conditions in just 1 month. Brought 600 Dorok people familiar with the terrain to the Central Army,

Fatty assigned these Doroks to the squadron level. They will become the eyes guiding the Falcon Army forward, making up for the original shortcomings of the Falcon Army's blind fighting in this strange land.

With preparations in place, news of internal turmoil came from Dorok. Finally, Fatty made up his mind. After resting for a month in the Dorok Mountains, at the end of August, when this beautiful late autumn was coming to an end, Fatty issued a "hunting" order to the tens of thousands of elites stationed outside the Dorok Mountains. instruct,

Tens of thousands of Falcon troops are advancing towards the Dorok Mountains. In the southwest, the 20,000 Central Army returning from the North and the 20,000 Crolisat Mountain Legion stationed on the Ruidian side to the west of Dorok. They formed two main fronts advancing towards the hinterland at the same time. Facing them were 7 flag regiments transferred from east to west by the Dorok people, totaling 50,000 troops.

In the north of Dorok, the Caesar Sauron Army, which was gathering strength and strength, had broken through the blockade of the Dorok people and pushed the front 50 miles forward. The frontline was directed towards Aaron, the center of the Dorok Mountains. It is the psychological capital of the Dorok people. Although Dorok did not establish a country, with the establishment of the parliament, most Dorok people believe that Aaron will become the first royal capital after the establishment of the Dorok nation.

Fatty himself was personally in charge of the Pomian area. After more than half a year of planning, and the chaos that seemed to be getting worse inside Dorok, the right time, place, and people all appeared in front of Fatty at the same time.

This time, Fatty is confident that before the end of this autumn, the Battle of Dorok, which has been dragging on for almost half a year, will be completed.

Since entering the Pomiang area, Fatty also began to pay attention to some of the terrain and villages he passed by. Under the smoke-filled sunset, the houses with thatched roofs shone golden in the sunset. Everything looked so peaceful.

Some Dorok farmers can be seen in the village, although there are not many, they are bustling. They will be frightened and hide when they see the passing cavalry. Most of them are old people and children with hungry faces. They don't look like they are. It's very healthy. It should be caused by the recent lack of food, but at least it shows that there are no people here, nor is it the bad situation that has been uninhabited for hundreds of miles as imagined.

The Dorok Mountains are undulating, and some areas are even covered with hundreds of miles of forest. Such complex terrain has to make Fatty start to worry. The Falcon Army, which is accustomed to the vast open plains, will suddenly enter the undulating mountains. Falling into a state that is difficult to adapt to, your combat effectiveness will be severely reduced.

Just like the previous war against the Doroks ended in vain, although the defenses of the Doroks were crushed in the overall situation, the opportunity to annihilate the main force of the Doroks was never really found.

It's because the mountains here are so big. It's not like the lush vegetation and lush green forests of the Ruidian Mountains, nor is it nearly plateau-like flat like Wikiya. The ups and downs here are irregular, and the towering peaks reach straight into the sky, making anyone who sees them lose the confidence to climb over.

If I have to find an adjective. That is the barren mountains and rivers, overgrown weeds, bad rocks and phosphorus, dangerous peaks protruding into the sky, scorched black land, coupled with the gloomy sky covered with dark clouds, making it impossible to pass at first sight.

Many Falcon Generals are talking about it. When fighting in such mountainous areas, not only is it impossible to deploy troops, but even if you are not careful, you may fall into the trap of an ambush by the Dorok army. In addition, in some occupied areas, the freedom habits of the Dorok people are also extremely serious. Although they do not They would openly compete with the Falcon Army, but secretly they also resorted to many tricks, which caused certain problems for the army's logistics.

The possibility of encountering a large-scale enemy guerrilla war in the hinterland of the Dorok Mountains has always been a lingering shadow in Fatty's mind, especially after seeing some dangerous landforms along the way. His uneasiness became even stronger.

The Ruidian people invaded Dorok. They encountered harassment and resistance from countless mountain people, and finally had no choice but to agree to the compromise of marriage. When the 100,000 German troops entered the hinterland of the Dorok Mountains, they also encountered desperate resistance from the mountain residents, and finally fell into a situation where they could neither advance nor retreat. Awkward forbidden area, now, the Falcon Army is almost facing the same situation,

The Dorok people have never been a submissive nation, which corresponds to their nickname of Sons of Liberty. It is the unyielding battle of the Dorok people for hundreds of years. In this complex mountainous area, they are the real masters.

They look very loose, but when facing outsiders, they can always hug together tightly.

In the fat man's imagination. As soon as he entered the mountainous area, guerrillas, death squads, death squads, and boy scouts from all walks of life swarmed up. He and his subordinates were exhausted and kept fighting all day long.

In order to deal with the harassment and resistance of the mountain residents, Fatty even made plans to mobilize the Rode Second Army, which may have a somewhat brutal style, into the mountains to fight if necessary.

Most of the soldiers of the Second Legion are the iron-blooded Lods, and the commanders are also the elites of the Lods who participated in the battle against Dorok.

Even the deputy commander of the Second Army was Salton himself, who commanded the invasion of the Dorok Mountains and became the continent's top general. This combination was the best to suppress the Dorok dissidents. Cooperate

At the end of July, the Second Army had already been transferred to the southern border as a reserve force. Considering the German army's habit of massacre, and in order to avoid the possibility of causing the Dorok people to resist to the death in advance, Fatty did not send troops to the Second Army of the German army for the time being. Issue an attack order

In a undulating meadow, the fat man stopped his horse, and an almost deserted road appeared in front of him, surrounded by lush green grass and low shrubs beside the road. Two Dorok mountain men, one old and one young, were grazing a few sheep by the road.

The coarse cloth worn by the old man was so dirty that the original color could not be seen. It was just enough to wrap around the waist to cover the lower body, and rows of ribs were exposed on the upper body. He was as skinny as a sheep, and looked like a group of skeletons from a distance.

The young man next to him also had a hungry khaki face. It was already late autumn, and it was starting to feel a little cold in the mountains. However, the young man only wore a thin linen garment with almost visible ribs, and it was covered with patches. The two holes were not patched, embarrassingly exposing the boy's dry ribs.

Seeing the large number of armored cavalry appearing in front of them, neither the old nor the young dared to raise their heads. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, with their foreheads pressed to the ground and did not dare to raise their heads.

Their actions piqued Fatty's interest. They didn't want to disturb the people at first, but since they met, it was time to ask about the local situation.

A guard pulled up the old man Dorok who was lying on the ground with his hands and said, "Raise your head, I want to ask you something."

The old man raised his head, revealing an old, haggard and frightened face, with wrinkles like bark filled with sand and dirt. He raised his hands high, spread his black and skinny fingers like tree branches, and said something quickly,

The fat man only understood a few words: "Master... pitiful... take them all..."

"What did you say?" The fat man frowned slightly and asked repeatedly. The old man was so frightened that he knelt on the ground. Even his voice was trembling, but he could still vaguely hear the general meaning, as if he was still begging for something.

"Your Majesty, these are people from the nearby Golid tribe"

The guard officer who was leading the way leaned over to the fat man and whispered, "They are a small tribe in the middle of Dorok. The population is only 30,000. But it is said that they were the first batch of Dorok mountain people to migrate here." Of course, in most areas of Dorok, no one would admit this. Many tribes say that the Golids are an arrogant tribe."

"Really? The original Dorok people, this title is a bit interesting." The fat man nodded. At this time, he understood what the old man was saying too well.

"Leave me one ewe. One ewe is enough. With the ewe, my grandson and I can survive. The adults can take the rest."

The fat man looked a little ugly. He felt that the other party mistook him for a bandit who was plundering supplies. Looking at the skinny young man next to the old man, the fat man asked in a serious voice, "I am not a bandit, and I don't know how to plunder. I just want to ask you a few words. This is Your grandson? Where is your son?"

"Master, he is dead." The old man looked very frightened.

"How did you die?" the fat man continued to ask.

"He joined the parliamentary army and was killed. Master. Please, please leave me one ewe... Just one ewe is enough, otherwise I will really starve to death..."

I listened to the old man's words. The fat man had a heavy expression on his face. He looked at the begging old man, the skinny man and the sheep, with his fingers as black as chicken feet. A strange feeling that he hadn't experienced in a long time came to the fat man's heart: "That's it." The enemy is fighting against us. What kind of nation are the Dorok people?"

The fat man was silent for a while, and wanted to ask the old man why he wanted to keep a ewe? It would take a long time to wait for the ewe to give birth to a lamb. During that time, they lived off the dirt? But in the end. The fat man still held back. He couldn't bear to force this pitiful old man anymore.

"Let's go." The fat man waved his hand. When he left, he asked the guard to throw two pieces of dried meat and a silver coin to the old man.

"Sir..." The old man was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out of his sockets. A noble man didn't steal his sheep, but gave him money?

"Master, you...will you give me money?" The old man looked straight at the fat man. His eyes flickered, as if he had encountered something incredible. For the first time in their lives, the enemies at the transit area not only did not plunder them, but also gave them alms.

The fat man smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Take it, there's only so much I can give you. There's going to be a war here, so let's find another area to raise them."

The fat man turned to look at the young man who seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind and asked him softly, "How old are you? Don't join the parliamentary army anymore. There is no future. Although they are all brave, their commander It’s really too bad and will only make them die in vain.”

"No, you are talking nonsense." It was completely different from what the fat man expected. The skinny Dorok boy suddenly got up from the ground, stood up straight, and yelled a few words at the fat man, his expression very angry.

None of the guards understood what he said, but the face of the guide officer next to him turned pale. Seeing that the foreigner opposite could not understand, the young man shouted again. This time he shouted in Dorok language, with clear and clear words: "You are talking nonsense. You think you really conquered us." So, you are qualified to show mercy to us?"

These words were like a bolt of lightning suddenly hitting his head. Fatty was stunned. Since the beginning of the army, many proud generals and heroes in the past finally knelt down in front of him. Countless local princes shivered when they saw their battle flags. Trembling and even fainting, I never expected that in this remote mountainous wilderness, I would encounter such a scene.

A Dorok boy with no clothes on and no food to eat. He was so skinny and so weak that he would collapse from hunger at any time. This was such a person. He dared to shout to himself, "Do you think you really killed us?" Conquered?"

What kind of nation is this? Is the only way to make them surrender is to kill them all? The autumn wind blows through the grass, and the shrubs beside the road are rustling.

In the silence, an imperceptible murderous intention flashed through the fat man's gloomy eyes. The young man stood there and looked at the fat man without fear, without any intention of evading his gaze.

"Asshole, you are so presumptuous"

The first person to react was the Guards officer who was serving as the guide. Most of the others could not understand the Dorok language and were still confused. He got off his horse and strode towards the young man. With such a terrifying expression on his gentle face just now, everyone could tell what the guard officer was planning to do. The old man was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground like mud, foaming at the corners of his mouth. Although the young man was still erect on the spot, his body was obviously shaking a little and his feet were getting weak.

"Clang" The sword was pulled out of the scabbard, and the crisp sound of the sword being unsheathed was chilling.

Aiming at Na Xiao's head, the guard officer raised the hilt of his knife at an angle, preparing for a very standard slash. The smell of blood was already floating in the wind, as if all the courage had been used up just now, and that man The young man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, hugged his head tightly, and closed his eyes tightly, but did not beg for mercy.

"Stop," at this time, a dull and majestic voice ordered, but a moment later, the light of the sword had already fallen from the young man's head like lightning.

"Clang" With a crisp metal collision sound resounding throughout the space, countless black long threads suddenly burst out from the boy's hat that was cut off in half, and flew in the air. It was not the boy's blood, but countless severed hair. At the critical moment, the sword must have been knocked away by some kind of collision, otherwise it would have cut the throat of the pale boy in front of him.

It should not be called a girl. The black silk in the sky undoubtedly proved this point. The bright sword was ejected into the air. Under the confused eyes of everyone, it spun several circles before falling.

"Puff" The sharp sword The blade was inserted into the ground, more than a foot deep.

The inverted handle trembled slightly under the gaze of everyone. At the handle, everyone saw a bronze ring firmly embedded on it.

It can be seen that at the critical moment, the ring knocked the sword away.

"Your Majesty" The guard officer's face turned pale, and he turned around and half squatted in hesitation. The ring that knocked his sword away was obviously the King's Ring of His Majesty Falcon. It should be worn on His Majesty Falcon's finger. At this moment, it appeared on his own handle, which can only prove that His Majesty Falcon knocked his own sword away. Welcome to v