Realm of Power

Plais took the battle report from the guard, and when he was about to open it, the mountain wind blew, and there was a smell of blood,

"This is....."

Plais fixed his eyes on the deep scarlet color on the seal of the battle report, and his light blue pupils tightened. The faint smell of blood mixed in the wind showed that this was not the ordinary fire paint that sealed the seal, but mixed with it. Painted with the blood of the writer, such a battle report can only mean one thing, that is, the person who submitted the report has made the decision to die for his country.

"It's better to submit this battle report to His Majesty..." His hand stopped on the paint of the battle report. Plais couldn't decide for a moment whether he should read this battle report or not.

As the coordinator of the royal affairs, he is very clear about the current battle situation. The frontline battle is not optimistic. His Majesty Falcon has formulated a three-way strategy to besiege Dorok. It is no longer sustainable.

Although they had used strategies to constantly instigate conflicts between the civilians of Dorok and the parliament, no one expected that the Speaker of Dorok, Duoze, would be so determined. The strong man cut off his wrists and chopped off five thousand heads with a single sword. Most of the empire's efforts were wasted,

The Dorok army took advantage of the terrain to play a trick in front of the Falcon Army, and caught Palavon's Western Army by surprise with the sudden force of ten thousand troops. In just a few days, the main force of more than 80,000 Rok troops divided into groups and advanced rapidly. The Falcon Army's blockade jumped out, like a group of tigers descending from the mountain, and successively destroyed 8 cities northwest of Palavon.

On the war-torn border, hundreds of thousands of Ruidian civilians once again fell into a homeless situation, and thick smoke filled the sky. The brutal sound of fighting resounded throughout the earth,

As a Ruidian person, when I know that my beautiful hometown that has just calmed down has once again been brutally affected by the war,

Plais, who was in charge of the rear area of ​​Airey, could not sit still anymore. He took advantage of the opportunity to report military affairs and rushed from Airley in the north to Pomeon in person, hoping to personally persuade His Majesty Falcon to readjust Dorok's strategy.

In front of the fat man, Plais made an impassioned speech, saying that Palavon was extremely dangerous. The Doroks had the advantage in strength and morale,

The opponent's offensive is like a tide, and the military morale is high. However, our side was restrained in many places. The Western Army of the Empire was originally a lightly-armed group. In a hurry, we had a weak force to deal with the 80,000-strong Dorok Army that was ready to attack. As can be expected, its thin defense line was riddled with holes.

But if there are no reinforcements in a short period of time, not only will the Western Army suffer heavy losses, but it will only be a matter of time before Palavon in the center of the continent falls.

When the time comes, the continent will inevitably be shaken, and the empire's prestige will suffer a heavy blow.

Plais said bluntly, "This fierce attack by the Dorok army has hit the empire's weakness. After all, the Palaven region has only just belonged to the empire for only half a year, and the Redians and the Vecians are at odds with each other.

As long as a crack is opened here, millions of Rendian people with uneasy hearts will riot, which is enough to make the Falcon Empire spend ten years. It may even take decades to calm down again,

During this period of time, the Falcon Empire will not have any extra energy to deal with Dorok.

Using the 80,000-strong army to fight alone in exchange for ten years of preparation by the Dorok people, this should be what Commander Dorok is planning.

The mourning soldiers commanded with a determination to die are sharp enough to penetrate the defense line of the Western Army.

The only way now is to do everything possible to persuade His Majesty Falcon to immediately mobilize the main force of the Northern Army to attack the Kurma Fort, which is located in the central hub.

As long as Kurma is captured, the main force of the Rock Army, which has been cut off from its retreat, will inevitably return to support, and the pressure on Lavin will be relieved without a fight.

"This is the best way to deal with the current situation. If His Majesty agrees, I am willing to personally lead the army to attack the Kurma Fort. If I cannot take the Kurma Fort, I am willing to bear any responsibility."

With such determination, Plais risked being punished and proposed to Fatty to revise the strategic decision.

The fat man seemed unmoved by the various pros and cons that Prais said. He just gently picked up the report and put it on the desk, staring into the distance and said

"There is nothing wrong with what you said, but have you ever thought about attracting the Northern Army to attack Kulma or is that what the other party wants you to do?"

"Attracting the Northern Army to attack Kulma? Your Majesty, what does this mean?" Prais was stunned for a moment.

He saw something strange on the fat man's calm face,

The fact that Wikija Falcon can say such a thing is definitely not just a random guess, there must be some definite basis for it.

"Do you still remember the secret assassination campaign launched by the Lods to break through the Dorok Mountains?" The fat man stood up with a calm expression and turned to the military map behind him.

Picking up the pen on the table, he casually drew a semi-arc on the map. "Let me ask you a question, why did Dorok split his troops to clean up Palaven at the risk of being counterattacked after breaking through the Anxialing Pass? Eight cities in the northwest, and all the Redians must be driven to Palavon."

"Your Majesty means that the other party is cleaning up..." Looking at this arc, Plais's face suddenly turned pale, his mouth opened, and he couldn't say anything.

The starting point of this arc is just west of Palaven, and the end point of this arc is Baumion, where the Northern Army is now stationed. Others can't understand it, but Plais, who was once the Minister of Military Affairs of Ruidian I know the significance of this arc too well. This is a line that represents the possible attack line launched by the Dorok army.

Crossing the northwestern part of Palaven and heading straight into Pomian, it was a genius idea. Everyone's attention was focused on the war-torn Palaven. No one would focus on these occupied areas.

Forget it if he didn't point it out. Looking at this bright red arc at this moment, Plais felt that his whole body was cold.

It's so terrifying. This is a sword of death that penetrates directly into the back of the Imperial Northern Army. Nothing can stop it.

"This is the real purpose of the Dorok people to capture the eight cities in the western part of Palavon in the shortest possible time."

The fat man looked at the frightened adjutant of the empire, tapped heavily on the map behind him with his finger, and said in a deep voice

"As you can see, the eight occupied cities in the west are exactly on this attack line, and the area beyond is the Northern Army's defense zone.

But as you said, if the Northern Army is mobilized to attack Kurma with all its strength, the defense forces in these areas will inevitably be exhausted.

At that time, the Dorok army that is storming Palavon will suddenly turn around along the eight cities marked by the arc, and they will be able to escape from the north of where we are storming the bloody battle of Kurma without anyone noticing, like the stinging red scorpion tail. The army rushed out from behind,

By going south to Kurma, we not only surrendered the strategic city of Pomeon, but also exposed our backside to the attack of the Dorok army.

It is conceivable that the other party only needs to attack from both sides with Kurma's 30,000-odd Rock Army, and our Northern Army, which has only 40,000 people, will surely fall into dire straits.

Kurma Fort will become the burial place of 40,000 soldiers of the empire

"Now you should understand, heading south to Kurma is a dead end." The fat man casually threw the pen in his hand on the table and snorted with a flaring nose.

"But...but how could your Majesty think of this?" Plais finally recovered and asked hesitantly.

"No matter how good the plan is, you still need to choose the right person." The fat man picked up the water on the table, blew the steam from the water cup in his hand, took a sip, and then said, "It's a pity that they were too impatient. If they hadn't been so eager, I won’t even think about capturing eight cities in the west within a few days. This is the real secret assassination tactic. Compared with this person, Salton is just a student who has just graduated."

"But Your Majesty, it is too dangerous to just sit back and ignore the crisis in Palaven. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid..." Prais looked worried and hesitated to speak.

"I have mobilized Hu Keqi's Central Army to rush to Palaven and should have arrived." The fat man glanced at the worried adjutant and decided to show his trump card. "There are other troops who are also coming." Palavon is mobilized, but this will take some time. I believe Hu Keqili will hold on until reinforcements arrive."

"With only the partial strength of the Central Army, it will be difficult to resist."

Plais is worthy of being the adjutant general of the empire, and he is very clear about the military strength of each army. He said that although Hu Keqili's Central Army is good at fighting, its number is still too small. In addition, the strength of the Western Army is only about 40,000 at most. Facing the 80,000-strong Dorok main force that was desperately attacking, it still seemed too weak.

Plais wants to know what the other forces the fat man refers to are? Even if they are mobilized from the nearest three northern counties, it will take more than 5 days at the speed of the army. If it is cavalry, it may be faster, but the three northern counties are not There is no large number of cavalry stationed, only 14,000 soldiers recruited in April this year.

"What do you think of Hu Keqi's ability?" The fat man remained tight-lipped about this question, but asked Plais what he thought of Hu Keqi. Plais didn't know why the fat man asked this question, and thought about it for a while. Then he hesitated and said, "Objectively speaking, General Hu Keqili has been with His Majesty for the longest time. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has traveled across the continent. He has experienced hundreds of battles.

It is a pity that as the Central General directly under His Majesty, he is a little embarrassed. It is his honor to follow His Majesty in the north and south, and to sweep across the mainland.

But His Majesty's light is too dazzling. No matter how brilliant Hu Keqili is, his colleagues and others will think that his achievements are all dependent on His Majesty.

This is a tragedy for a famous general who has experienced hundreds of battles."

At this point, Plais suddenly stopped. He looked at the fat man with bulging eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Is Your Majesty letting him have full command of this battle just for... But if Hu Keqi General Li died for his country.

"As a soldier, you must die for your country, whether during or after the war. This is the duty of a soldier." The fat man waved his arms and looked at the endless mountains in the distance with complicated eyes. "I gave him a chance." , If you can't grasp it, it can only prove that he is not qualified. If he can persist until that moment, I will consider giving Palavon to him and let him dominate alone." (To be continued. If you like this work , you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes,

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