Realm of Power

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"Gululu!" A mouthful of cold liquor turned into a sweet and hot stream of heat in Fatty's mouth and went down his throat.

Fatty stretched his limbs, his body felt so comfortable that he wanted to let out a long roar, corked the wine bag in his hand,

Being able to drink the strong liquor from the northern Cougit in the dry and cold Normandy is a pleasure in itself. This is the third day of the army's siege. For Fatty, this period of time is really a rare and pleasant time.

The three-pronged army surrounded the expeditionary force. The 60,000-strong expeditionary force either died or fled. The number of casualties left no suspense for Kyoto. With Hu Keqi’s strength of the Central Army, it was enough to defeat Kyoto’s expeditionary force. Insider intelligence showed that Enright was frightened to death by the sudden attack of the Central Army cavalry. It is said that he almost died in the first raid.

The only thing that needs to be considered now is the Stashuir Legion in Fort Trudeau. This legion has the strongest combat power among the expeditionary forces. Now, based on the favorable terrain, it has put on a desperate fight posture.

Although the armies of Caesar Sauron and Salon are enough to conquer this place, they will inevitably pay a lot of casualties. The battle of Normandy is coming to an end. One hundred thousand troops are fighting in remote places. They have conquered thousands of miles and fought fiercely for a month. Already tens of thousands of soldiers have fought. The tragic situation of the imperial soldiers who did not want to see more than necessary, died in a foreign land at the end of the battle,

"Your Majesty, Caesar Sauron and Lord Salon have arrived!" The guard's report came from outside the tent door. The golden sunset rays shone in through the gaps in the curtains of the military tent, revealing a touch of warmth. The golden clouds in the distance were like ocean waves. Pushed away layer by layer by a pair of invisible giant palms, the setting sun outlines a spectacular undulating golden line on the mountain. If it were a peaceful time, such a scene would be enough to make a traveler intoxicated.

But now is the time of war, such a majestic and magnificent scene. For the ruler of the empire, it only allowed Fatty's footsteps to pause for a moment before stepping out of the calm tent without hesitation.

Caesar Sauron and Salon were already waiting outside with a dozen of their subordinates.

"What was Trubaugh's reaction?"

Fatty walked out of the tent. There was still a trace of warmth left in his eyes. Quickly replaced by the ruthlessness that an imperial overlord should have,

He tilted his head to Caesar Sauron next to him, looking at Tru Castle reflected in the golden sunset in the distance, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Today is the third day. More than a thousand prisoners have been killed, and more than 200 people have died. If there had been no movement from the other side, I would have admired this Star Shuil. His determination has gone beyond cold-bloodedness, and it is very rare to be able to control his troops to such an extent."

"That's not necessarily the case! It is not the behavior of a general to ignore the lives of soldiers and not save them!" Caesar Sauron, known as the "last knight", indeed revealed a strong sense of integrity when he spoke. , he said as he walked behind the fat man, "In these three days, a large number of prisoners began to starve to death and starve to death." Starting from this afternoon, the opponent finally couldn't bear it anymore and tried to hang some people up with ropes from the top of the city. However, more than a hundred of them were shot dead by our elite shooters who were ambushed. People have given up their efforts now and probably want to wait until dark before taking action! "

"Haha. Now I think of hanging someone with a rope, the other party's reaction is really slow!" After hearing Caesar Sauron's report, the corners of his fat mouth curled up in disdain, and he looked at Truburg in the distance with a touch of coldness. One glance.

"Is everything ready?"

The fat voice stopped and turned around from the front. His gaze was like lightning, and a whistling wind blew up his unusually short black hair.

Caesar Zoro, who was standing next to him, narrowed his pupils unconsciously, took a deep breath subconsciously, and felt cold all over his body.

"Your Majesty's look is really... so flavorful."

Apart from the like-minded pervert Salon, there is probably no one else who could have such an idea.

The breast of the exquisite armor, which is as dark as the night, is embossed with a thorn flower with a sword in it. The shoulders of the armor are covered with sharp edges.

The whole person stood there, with a strong murderous aura permeating his whole body, just like a demon god, overlooking all the living beings below. The faint pressure seemed to stir up a whirlwind wherever he walked.

This is a fat shape with typical surface engineering. The armor is made of black stainless steel and is full of violent visuals. It weighs eighty kilograms and would be difficult for ordinary people to even walk in.

Unless necessary, Fatty usually wouldn't wear this thing. Taking advantage of this rare free time, Fatty personally met with the special envoy from Dunkirk and held talks on the signing of an alliance treaty between the two parties.

Before the meeting, Fatty hoped that his appearance could give the other party intuitively. The first thing that came to his mind was monstrous evil.

He is the kind of super tyrant who can order the killing of millions of people without hesitation. The best result is to make the other party give up any chance and recognize from the bottom of his heart that he is a cruel guy.

Only such people,

He is a person who can make the other person feel that they would never dare to offend him once they meet him.

The person who came to negotiate was a well-respected veteran of the Principality of Dunkirk, the current uncle of the Grand Duke of Dunkirk, the Marquis of Avonliere.

This is an old aristocrat wearing a black dress, his hair is neatly combed with egg white, and wearing a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses.

When the Principality of Dunkirk sent over such a typical old-school figure who likes to care about everything, it must have made very precise calculations.

It's a pity that this old nobleman was frightened on the spot by the violent appearance of Fatty, a super gangster, during their first meeting.

Is this still a normal person? The old nobleman subconsciously raised the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand, and looked at the fat guy in front of him who called himself His Majesty the Falcon. He looked at the fat guy in front of him for five minutes before he dared to speak tremblingly. ,

In his eyes, the guy in front of him, who was dressed like a giant hedgehog, was simply a violent barbarian butcher. He really didn't feel guilty at all about killing people. As for causing harm to other countries, he was probably very good at it. of,

It is not unusual for such a person to say that he let the notorious expeditionary force enter Dunkirk and wreak havoc on them.

With this armor and his consistent deception, Pang Leng was able to extract 1.5 million in alliance contract money from the mouth of this meticulous and cautious old aristocratic tiger in this negotiation where both sides concealed their trump cards.

So much so that when the old nobleman left, his resentful eyes were like a little widow who had been fucked by some thug.

"One hundred and thirty trebuchets and 40 ballistae, as well as three heavily armored squadrons with rich siege experience! There are also ten squadrons responsible for covering the flat line attack." Caesar Sauron responded one by one in front of the fat man with a proud look on his face. road

"As long as the people we sneak in can open the city gate of Truburg tomorrow night according to the plan, I am fully confident that we can invade the city in one fell swoop with only one offensive!"

"The bait has been released, and anglers need to be more patient than the fish."

Fatty nodded. He knew that the other party was a cunning fish, so he finally couldn't help but bite the bait.

The core of the entire plan is deception. Whether the prisoners give the opponent the illusion that Kyoto has fallen, or whether the prisoners are released later, only a handful of legion-level generals will know that such a large battle is planned.

Just to cover the fifty elites transferred from Nilai among the thousands of prisoners of the expeditionary force,

These people are also true Salanders, but they are all nobles who fled to Vikia from the north of Salander. One-third of them are imperial officials like Bai Dan, and they are all emperors.

In their hearts, their loyalty to the empire is much higher than their loyalty to these southern Salanders. These transferred Salanders are all masters of close combat.

Half of them are from the orthodox Mamunuk. Their long-term martial arts training coupled with the fierceness tempered on the iron-blooded battlefield. At close range, their sudden burst of powerful combat power is not inferior to that of the same number of knights. ,

Because they are also Salanders, their chances of being exposed and discovered are very small.

And especially the Kyoto Expeditionary Force, which is a mixture of the Northern Alliance Army and the Expeditionary Force, it is not unusual to have a few northerners. The goal of the northern Salanders who have mixed in is very clear, that is, the real target of Truburg door,

"All we have to do now is wait! Let the expeditionary force transport the dangerous bait in by themselves." Staring into the distance, Fatty stopped at the front of the hillside.

The army ahead is like a cloud, with dense black military formations and countless spears, forming a magnificent picture thousands of meters long and wide.

Correspondingly, there is a huge square in front of Trouburg, full of vibrant mountain flowers and full of spring.

In the depression leading to the fortress, the grass grows tall and dense, and the field violets that have finished blooming are like a purple lace inlaid on the roadside.

In the places that withered last year, there are many bright purple tulips as bright as children's eyes. In some places, very conspicuous tulip flowers can already be seen.

The spring breeze mixes the fragrance of various flowers together. On the high cliffs in the north, you can still see the white snow that has not completely melted away.

Winter passes and spring comes, everything revives,

Only outside the long dark wall near the fortress, there is still a death-like atmosphere. Thousands of prisoners are either squatting on the ground or lying down. Hunger and thirst have left them with no extra strength, as if they have been forgotten in the below the city wall,

"Are you a little too cold this time?"

A trace of complicated emotions flashed through Fatty's eyes, but he quickly turned away. As a commander-in-chief, such hesitation is worthless.

Behind him, where the huge falcon battle flag was fluttering, the eyes of the soldiers of the empire seemed to be attracted by magnets. They moved with Fatty's movements, and they all looked at him with hot and adoring lights. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendation or monthly votes.