Realm of Power

Hasakti's body was buried in the grass beneath him by the Samours. The other left-guard cavalry were not so lucky. Tens of thousands of human corpses and horse corpses were piled up into dozens of tall corpse mountains. It turned into fine white ash in the fierce fire and was blown across the plains. The wind swept the ashes and flew into the air. The burning fire dyed the sky red and burned all night. After the fire was extinguished, the fat man couldn't wait to direct the soldiers to load the piles of white ashes into the large vat. Cover it with a coarse cloth and seal it.

"Be gentle, be gentle, this is a valuable item!"

The fat man focused his eyes without blinking. It seemed that it was not a big jar filled with ashes, but a treasure chest filled with gold coins.

"My lord, what do you want these ashes for?" Crowlissart asked in confusion. Although these were enemies, the left guard cavalry won Crowley's favor by not surrendering even to the last man in a desperate situation. Sartre's custom of respecting and respecting warriors is universal among any nation.

"Let these dead rest in peace, we should not disturb their eternal sleep!"

Crolisat knew how despicable the fat man was. The stupid thing about the fat man standing on the top of the Samor city to urinate in the wind had already spread throughout the entire Samor. He would transport the ashes of the enemy back to do some dirty deeds that disgusted the Kugits. Not a piece of cake

"Who says I won't let the dead rest in peace? I just do this to let them sleep better!" The fat man had a hurt expression on his face, as if he had been greatly wronged, and he defended with stern eyes.

"I want to send these back to the Kugit people, so that these warriors can have the opportunity to return to their dreaming hometown, and let them return to the embrace of their grassland god. I am doing a good deed, don't get me wrong. I"

"The damn fat man is acting again! There's even a grassland god, even Mother Earth!" The fat man's rolling eyes betrayed his true thoughts. Crolisate ignored the fat man's aggrieved expression. Seeing the disdainful look on Crolisat's face, the fat man smiled and said, "Of course, the Kugits should give us some compensation for our kindness, so that we can't let it go in vain!"

"The damn fat man is still like this, he is so despicable but has an unreasonable kindness!"

"I hope your lord will do as you say. I will lead the army to the Volendi area soon! I wonder if your lord has any other instructions?"

Croissant sighed inwardly and turned around to leave. The troops behind her had already sounded the rallying horn. As long as the fat man didn't do anything to insult the dead, Croissant had no intention of caring about it, just as the fat man said. , as a life-and-death enemy, you have the opportunity to return your soul to your hometown. It is already a very generous act of kindness to ask for compensation. At least in the Kingdom of Wikia, only knights who died bravely in battle can enjoy this noble treatment.

"Wait!"

The fat man suddenly called Crolisate again, who was about to leave, and whispered with a gloomy face.

"Remember, we are chasing the fleeing Zuo Wei Wang Army. Any troops found there may be our enemies!"

Crolisate's face was stunned. Fatty's words were a bit naked. The meaning of any army was too broad, including the Kugits, the remaining local lords, the private army of the Kyoto nobles, and maybe even the regular Wekias. Wang Guojun had to carefully repeat the question

"Any troops?"

"Yes, any troops, as long as they are not our Samoer flag, as long as they do not submit to our control, then they are the remnants of the left guard. Surrender or die, there is no other way,"

The fat man's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his words contained a chilling murderous intent.

"Yes, I understand!"

Crolisate nodded calmly, but in fact she couldn't help but mutter in her heart, "Didn't Fatty already have such a plan when he set off from Samoa?"

The triangular defense system formed by the three areas of Weizan, Omul, and Volendi, almost blocks all the roads from Kyoto to the southeast, except for the detour to the north, and then across the Kingdom of Ruidian, and the entire southern part of Wikiia. Being separated like this, unless Kyoto declares war, the Kyoto nobles will have almost no way to develop outside except sending troops to the northwest to fight with the remaining Kugits.

Caesar Sauron's 1st Banner Regiment took 3,000 light cavalry to Omur, Crorisart's 8th Banner Regiment went to Volendi, and Statunko's 6th Banner Regiment was responsible for mopping up Vezan. In the area, Fatty led the 7,000 people from the legion headquarters back to Samoa to rest and recuperate. New recruitment notices were posted all over the streets and alleys of towns and rural estates in the four counties. The Samoa area was expanding its army again. This time, the ambitious Fatty wanted to expand the army to 50,000. standing army.

This decisive battle in the central part of the country that decided the fate of the kingdom ended with a complete victory for Samoer. Kujit's last strength in the central part of the kingdom was defeated. The left guard cavalry group was almost completely destroyed. The general leader and two thousand cavalry commanders were killed in the battle. The squadron leader None of the following survived, and 2,000 remaining troops moved into the Omur area.

Thirty-eight hundred people died in the battle, 1,200 were injured, and nearly one-fifth of the casualties were lost. The Samoan army also paid a heavy price for this. The caravan following the Samoan army received generous rewards and captured The weapons and equipment made these caravans make a fortune. In mid-July, the Satsuma area opened the trade route to Kyoto. The smoke of war has not yet cleared, and countless merchants poured into the Kyoto area.

The wind rises at the end of Qingping. When various forces are plotting against each other, a new era is about to come.

The central square of the Satsuma Fortress Military Camp. The monsoon blowing through the Satsuma area in July is a sign before the heavy rainy season. The thin drizzle hits the bluestone of the square and splashes in all directions, like clusters of white water splashes. The dungeon door of the felon slowly opened with a creaking sound. The rain drifted in and wet the dark dungeon floor. The fresh water vapor refreshed King Zuo Wei who was imprisoned in the dungeon.

"It's raining today!"

King Zuo Wei licked his dry and cracking lips. In this dark and deep dungeon, he could only breathe the fresh air outside and the "kicking" footsteps of the wind that occasionally came when he opened the cell door. The sound came from the door of the prison, and the dense footsteps indicated that there were many people coming this time. King Zuo Wei, who felt that he was keen, was secretly counting the number of people coming.

"Sixteen people! One of them is a heavy man. Is he an executioner?"

This tough grassland hero couldn't help but feel tense, and then relaxed again. He leaned weakly against the corner, with several large iron balls weighing tens of kilograms attached to the back of his handcuffs. He couldn't even move, let alone run. Very difficult.

"Instead of living like this, it would be better to be stabbed!"

"Creak"; the iron door of King Zuowei's cell was opened, and several guards in full armor walked in, His Royal Highness King Zuowei! Long time no see, maybe you’re used to living here! "

Seeing a naive fat man walking in, King Zuo Wei showed a bit of surprise on his face. Who is this fat man with a harmless look? Judging from the respectful demeanor of the nearby Satsuma guards, it seems that this is a big shot in Satsuma.

"Fat Samoer!"

The Zuowei King reacted and almost gritted his teeth and responded. The Zuowei King did not know the news that the Zuowei cavalry had been wiped out. Seeing the supreme commander of the Samoers here, he naturally thought that the fat man must have been killed by his main cavalry. I couldn't bear the beating anymore, so I came to negotiate.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Are my men okay? Are their scimitars making you uncomfortable?"

"No, no, your subordinates are very enthusiastic, really, I even brought their gifts!"

The fat man shook his head with a sneer on his face, and waved his hand to the guard beside him. Two Zuowei Qianqi long scimitars were thrown one meter away from the Zuowei King. The bright blades were still stained with dried There were blood stains, and several large holes were chipped into the broken blade. "I came here this time to tell your noble highness the news that the left guard cavalry you are most proud of no longer exists!"

The entire cell fell into dead silence. Looking at the two broken Qianqi long scimitars not far away, King Zuo Wei felt a suffocating oppression. Yes, one of them had the words "Prairie God Bless" inlaid on the blade. The sword definitely belonged to Ulthai, the bravest of the Left Guards. The protective inscription on the sword was carved by himself.

"Fortunately, Hasakti is not in there after all!"

Zuo Wei Wangyuan took a closer look with angry eyes and found that there was no command sword inside. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The two broken scimitars showed that the two thousand cavalry commanders who commanded the flag regiment under his command were in trouble. But Hasakti, who commanded the entire army, was not there.

"Haha, you are lying. Do you think that two thousand-horse-length scimitars can deceive me?"

King Zuo Wei suddenly laughed loudly, tears surging from his eyes, and the suppressed grief and anger in his heart forced him to laugh. Until he coughed violently due to thirst in his mouth, his body curled up, and Ju leaned against the wall. In the corner, the once brave Kugit Left Guard King no longer exists. Now there is only a hoarse man who is unwilling to despair, cursing in his low and hoarse voice.

"Despicable Samor, I don't know why you are making up such a lie, but I know that my men must still be fighting you outside, and they will definitely chop off your heads with the scimitars in their hands!"

"Why does everyone treat my truth as a lie!"

The fat man looked at King Zuo Wei who was almost going crazy in front of him. He shook his head regretfully and suddenly seemed to think of something.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. There is also a senior general of the Left Guard Army. He is very brave. He tried to block our advancing army alone. Unfortunately, we did not find his scimitar, so we could only kill him. I brought my jewelry with me.”

The fat man suddenly understood and took out a gold medal from his arms, engraved with an eagle spreading its wings. He turned it over in front of King Zuowei. On the back of the gold medal, the owner's name was engraved in Kugit script. This is the Kugit Royal Court. Identification certificate issued to senior generals

"Hasakti!"

King Zuo Wei's eyes turned red horribly. He almost screamed and wanted to pounce to snatch the gold medal from the fat man's hand, but was pulled by the heavy iron ball under him, like a beast that was shot in the heart, wailing on the verge of death. , the last glimmer of hope in my eyes was shattered

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