Realm of Power

For more exciting novels, please go to Qingqin. For more exciting novels, please go to Qingqin. On a lonely and cold night, the moonlight poured down like water. Under the strong crushing force of the seven thousand falcon cavalry that suddenly attacked, the Black Forest coalition army, which was immersed in the joy of victory, was shattered into pieces and was completely unable to organize. Resistance, "Oh my God, run for your life" hard camp fell into There was chaos, miserable screams and the roar of war horses, forming a scene as terrifying as hell in the night. The clan leaders holding wine glasses stared blankly at the soldiers running around in the distance of the tent. "Asshole, what's going on outside?" "Already drunk alone Punk Patriarch Punk Pasteur stood up angrily and raised his head. He thought that the soldiers outside the tent were drunk and making trouble. This kind of thing is very common in the army. "Come here, arrest all the troublemakers immediately. Also, don't Let them burn the tent." "These bastards, they get drunk as soon as they drink too much. This is really not a worry. "A tribal chief, who was obviously drunk, staggered toward the tent holding a wine glass. People were running around everywhere, and the distant firelight reflected on his drunken face. , made him tremble zh the fastest novel chapter

"Is this... too much?"

At this moment, a black shadow flew past him, whose horse was unsteady on his feet, and the cold light pierced his body like lightning. It was a short-throwing gun used by the assault cavalry, with a sharp spear tip. into his chest,

"This is..." The clan leader's body shook because of his eyes. His eyes were full of disbelief as he looked at the tip of the spear that had penetrated his body. The body that had lost all life information was just inserting the spear into the tent. He fell heavily inside, raising a burst of bloody smoke, zh "novel" the fastest chapter in the novel

"This damn fat guy Bai Su is really drunk." The sudden change in front of them did not immediately attract the attention of the clan leaders. However, the servants in the tent and the dancers accompanying the wine were so frightened that they let out harsh shouts.

"He's dead, Mr. Bai Su is dead", "Is it an enemy attack... is it an enemy attack?" Even Punk Pasteur's drunkenness scared away a lot of him. He hurriedly ran outside the tent, only to see corpses all over the ground. and minced meat, the crackling sound of the burning tent,

Countless black cavalry, like the gods of death that emerged in the dark night, ran rampant and rampant in their own camps, as if they were in no man's land. The army was in chaos, and the torches scattered by the horses ignited the tents in a row. , soldiers burning with fire They ran out in panic, and the black cavalry flew past, using sharp spears to greet them, brutal killings, the moon shone with the blood-red refraction of war and fire, and the smoky hazy moonlight shone on the Bihan River. The shadow-covered ridges on both sides,

"Where did these imperial cavalry come from?" Punk Pasteur's dejected face was filled with astonishment and horror. "Didn't it mean that the empire would never send troops within at least 5 days? Then what are these now? ?”

"Come here, get the black-robed military advisor immediately!" Punk Pasteur shouted, but no one around him answered him. Everyone was running for their lives. The killing continued until dawn. Half of the tens of thousands of coalition troops were killed. Punk Pasteur died in the rebellion, and more than twenty patriarchs were captured. Ferrandir in black robes was also captured.

Reposti's 3rd Infantry Flag Regiment rushed to the battle site. The sight in front of them made the Falcon Army general, who had experienced many bloody battles, take a breath.

Thousands of tents were emitting thick smoke, and the red flames licked the felt roofs of the tents like greedy cats. The charred tent supports crackled and exploded in the flames, and sparks were still blown by the river wind. Spreading apart,

On the banks of the surging Bihan River, thousands of Black Foresters with their hands tied behind their backs were lined up.

"Spare your life, I won't dare to do it again" and "Don't kill me" and other shrill cries kept coming from these people. They were kneeling on the bank with their legs down, their heads lowered, disheveled, and their eyes were hesitant. There were even some brothers. fear,

On the river embankment not far from them, the execution team of the Falcon Army was holding high the cold beheading knives. Some of the blades even had curling edges, and human bones stuck out due to excessive force could be seen on them. debris,

The rising sun shines on the warm stone next to it, flashing a strange and terrifying red color, which is human blood that has not yet dried up.

"Third team, execution"

The captain of the Guards next to him raised his right hand with an indifferent expression, and then suddenly lowered it. Following the order, the execution team's sword light turned into a sharp wave, bringing out strange red lights, and more than a hundred heads fell in response. , the screams suddenly stopped,

Blood flowed out from the headless chest, like bright red juice that had been suddenly squeezed, gushing out in front, splashing onto the warm rocks on the beach, dots of red light, and finally being washed away by the washed river water.

"Papa" the headless corpses fell forward in a row, and threw themselves heavily on the river beach, as if they were collectively performing some kind of ritual. Some heads rolled forward into the river due to inertia, and rolled up and down with the river. The painful expression of bared teeth and gaping mouth was frozen in that moment forever.

"Hurry up, clean up the corpses and bring up the fourth team." The captain of the Guards glanced at the more than a thousand people left impatiently. Such work efficiency made him feel very dissatisfied.

The headless corpse was quickly dragged by a flatbed carriage pulled by war horses to a nearby forest burial point. A group of Black Forest people were pushed up. The scene just now happened again. Because too many people died, the carriage responsible for transporting the corpse rutted every time. With one rotation, bright red human blood splashed on the beach, which was so thick that it made people feel horrified. Every time the sword flashed, a group of Black Forest people were killed.

"What's going on?" Riposti looked on confusedly. In his impression, His Majesty Falcon never had the habit of killing prisoners after war, but this time, he made a rare exception.

"Is this your Majesty's will?" Riposti stepped forward curiously and asked

"Yes." The captain of the Guards knew Riposti. After giving him a military salute, he licked his lips at a group of Black Forest prisoners who were pushed up and were about to be executed, and said, "These are all members of the coalition army." The punks, in the battle last night, we captured 5,000 prisoners. His Majesty said that because of the attack on the imperial transport convoy, the punks must be executed. From the dawn killing to now, about 700 people have been executed."

"You mean 700 people have been killed and all of them...?"

There was some uncertainty in Riposti's voice. The word "all" is too abstract, and the meaning that can be read in it can be big or small. The big one refers to all the punks, and the small one refers to the thousands of people in front of them. Croat prisoners

"Yes, apart from these, the main force of Governor Statunko's Southern Army has surrounded the Punk territory. I believe the order to clean up has been issued." The Guards Captain shrugged his shoulders, his face stern. responded

“Isn’t this a little too much?”

Reposti's expression changed, but he did not dare to say it. He knew how much His Majesty Falcon valued the mysterious goods, but he did not expect that the entire Punk family would be wiped out because of this. There were more than 30,000 people, most of whom Some are old, weak, women and children who are defenseless

According to His Majesty Falcon's past methods of minimizing bloodshed after war, this is completely contrary to the situation. If it is not stopped at all, it will inevitably leave the impression that the empire is cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Where is Your Majesty now?" Reposti asked with a gloomy face. In any case, he and His Majesty Falcon once lived and died together, and he did not think that this method could make the Black Forest surrender.

"The tent over there, the one with His Majesty's military flag flying on it"

As if he knew what Reposti was thinking, the guard captain smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, please forgive me for saying something I shouldn't say. Someone has already advised your majesty before you."

"Oh, who is that person?" Reposti asked curiously with a solemn expression.

"Commander of the 2nd Cavalry Banner of the Confederate Army Yagelins"

The captain of the Guards curled his lips slightly and responded with a strange look, "The reply he got was that His Majesty asked him to stand outside the military tent for 4 hours. His Majesty told him to wake up and he should still be standing until now." there"

"Thanks!"

Reposti nodded gratefully to the guard captain who revealed the information, and walked towards the military tent pointed out by the guard. At the door of the military tent, he saw his Southern Army colleagues standing in the cold wind. Jagelins, commander of the flag regiment of the Second Cavalry

"Reposti, are you also here to persuade His Majesty? Seeing Reposti walking from the river embankment in the distance and standing at the door of the military tent, Yaglins, whose face was pale due to the cold wind, suddenly spoke first Asked "No, I came to see you"

Reposti blinked. Privately, he and Yagelins were very good friends. Seeing Yagelins's embarrassed appearance shivering in the cold wind, he couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth and said, "I heard that someone Because this flatterer talked so much, he was punished by His Majesty to blow the cool breeze here for 4 hours. It is really gratifying to tell him. In fact, His Majesty is right. You should be better. "It's so cool to wake up. What should you say and what shouldn't be said? Don't you have any sense of proportion?" "No, on the contrary, I think adhering to correct advice is the true nature of a soldier" Yaglin Si put on a righteous and upright attitude, his eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "But I suddenly figured it out just now, this time the punks really deserve to be killed."

"What, do you know what you are talking about? That's 30,000 living lives."

Riposti's body trembled slightly and he said angrily. The admiration in his heart was gone. He should have thought of it a long time ago. This guy has always been a wallflower.

Jaglins smiled calmly and said, "Don't forget, His Majesty's style has always been blood for blood. It's just that our Southern Army has stayed in peace for too long, so we don't have the special characteristics like the Northern Army." "Tough style," have you ever thought about what would happen if this attack What will happen if the attack incident occurs in the resolute north? "Yagelins paused and asked, "What else can happen?" Reposti's face changed. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he muttered, "I believe it." The Northern Army should react more violently than this."

"That's right," Yagelins said with great seriousness, "I have just understood that, if we don't deal with this matter with severe thunderous means, those forces that are secretly ready to move against the empire will probably target the empire. On the transportation team, didn’t the empire’s transportation team at that time become something that everyone dared to take a bite of? "Your Majesty is killing one to serve as a warning to others, so this example is definitely not possible because of the two of you and me." Yaglinsi paused in his voice and said solemnly, "And I also believe that the Governor agrees with this approach." Otherwise, he would not have personally led the main force to surround the Punk clan’s territory.” (To be continued)