Realm of Power

Looking at the Bresse soldiers falling down from arrows in the distance, the fat man's face looked extremely calm. Where the Bresse soldiers fell, the bright red color of human blood infected the original color of the soil, and followed the gaps between the grass stems. A stream of red water was formed, gathering in a shocking pool of blood on the ground.

Glancing at the pale-faced student Besukaya next to him, who almost vomited when he saw the blood all over the floor, the fat man said with rare coldness, "As a king, you must know in your heart that war is not the glorious thing that those who praise virtue say. War is killing, naked killing, the only difference is who kills whom, only the winner has a chance to live! If you still want to turn back, it's still too late! As a loser! So I know the tragic situation of the city being destroyed and the country being destroyed. In my heart, war and destruction are synonymous." The pretty face of Besu Kaya, a beauty from the North, turned pale, and flashed through her mind when Besu City was destroyed. In a panic-stricken state, she bit her red lips with her white teeth, and softly said with emotion, "Because of this, I want to learn. If the next war is unavoidable, I hope to be the winner!" "You are really Think so? "

The fat man turned his head, his eyes were like the stars above his head. After looking at Besukaya for ten meters, he said with emotion, "Your nature is kind. Being too obsessed with a certain result will only make you unable to see the true direction." !”

"Obsession?" Besukaya was stunned for a moment, and as time went by, all kinds of auras disappeared ww. A meticulous person can also be a meticulous person. A stern teacher who is so serious that people dare not laugh. He can scold Fang Qiu, look down upon all opponents, and act like nothing in the face of tens of thousands of troops. He can also be like a sentimental young poet. It seems that even a fallen leaf blown by the autumn wind can make the man known as the Imperial Military God stare blankly for several minutes.

In his unusual black eyes, there seems to be endless wisdom and emotion hidden forever. This man is not a bloodthirsty and murderous monarch as rumored by the outside world. It happens that many times, he is... In his own way, he tried his best to limit the mass killing of civilians by his subordinates.

"As a person who controls the overall situation, he cannot steal too many personal emotions in his eyes, otherwise he will harm others and himself!" The fat man looked calm, raised the riding whip in his hand and pointed at the Bres people in the distance,

In the direction pointed by the riding whip, Bresse's army, which had been greatly reduced in number, was still gathering. The incomplete battle flag was fluttering in the black smoke blown by the wind. The sky was already dark, and the place where the explosion occurred was burning with fire. Illuminating the gleaming iron shields and lances of the men of Bres,

"Look at them!" The fat man curled his lips slightly and said disdainfully. "At this most critical moment related to the morale of the entire army, the commanders of Bresse's army have not given up yet. They ran back and forth, collecting the scattered soldiers, shouting loudly The fact that they lost half of their army during a rally shows the tenacity of the Bresse people. This is because they feel that they should not fail like this.

"So they are still insisting. In fact, they are in vain. In order to pin down the main force of the Bres people and make them fall into an isolated and helpless death trap, I imagined every step of it. The persistence in their eyes , in fact, they are seeking their own death, and choosing to fail is an opportunity for them to survive!”

"I don't understand what Your Majesty means!" Besukaya was a little confused. She accidentally looked into the fat man's black pupils, her pretty face turned red.

"According to assumptions, the other party should choose to surrender in such a desperate situation." The fat man seemed to have no idea. His voice stopped and he continued to say in a serious voice, "If you surrender, I will happily choose to accept it.

This coastline is too long, which is a big problem for defense. The defense line is too long, and the empire cannot send too many garrison troops.

I once imagined supporting Brace and forming a solid alliance with Normandy. Unfortunately, the stubbornness of the opposing commander ruined this idea. Even though the fields are now littered with corpses and more than half of them were damaged in battle, there is no sign of surrender. Now I only have Changed mind since Brace No, then choose Baston, who is relatively weak. "Although Baston's military strength is not as good as Brace, at least he will not be stubborn enough to fight to the last man. And with an enemy like Brace, the only thing I can do is Just annihilate them completely, otherwise there will be endless troubles!”

"Brace, for courage, move forward!"

In the distance, the loud shouts of the Bresse people were heard. The newly regrouped Bresse people formed a triangular formation that was convenient for assault. The neat footsteps revealed a kind of tranquility as if they were looking forward to death.

"Target, 80 meters ahead, shoot!"

The prairie cavalry archer raised the compound bow in his hand again, and the bowstring sounded like a black flash like a heavy rain. In the dark night, it was like a large black cloud suddenly falling from the horizon.

Bang, the arrows hit the Bresse steel tower shield, and were heavily deflected. The arrows fell down like a waterfall.

White feathers of light continued to draw brilliant brilliance in the air. Layers of arrow clusters were blocked in front of the advancing shield array of Bresse's army, just like sudden raindrops falling on the windowsill, creating a kind of Breathtakingly beautiful spectacle, "How stupid, do they really think these are horse archers?" Besukaya heard the Vecian Falcon next to her whisper with a bit of disdain and emotion.

"Forward, charge!"

In just a few minutes, the Brace army, covered by a rain of arrows, slowly passed through the area where they had been scattered with corpses.

The sticky blood was under their feet. The Brace infantry held heavy tower shields. The heavy footsteps sounded like the sound of war drums in the middle of the night. The distance was rapidly shortening. Although it was dark, Besu Kaya could already vaguely hear the heavy breathing of the enemy soldiers. When the distance between the two armies was only 40 meters, the grassland archers stopped their bows and arrows, and drew out their bright scimitars. The cold knife light was like a long silver river that suddenly turned in the dark night.

"Charge!"

Fifteen thousand grassland cavalry, like mercury The horses were pouring down from the heights like a flood. The distance was only 40 meters, but in a few seconds, both sides were close enough to see the huge horses' heads emitting thick white smoke.

The sharp shouts of the Bresse people resounded through the front of the formation: "Ready!"

But the time was obviously not enough. The Bresse soldiers in the front were knocked away by the charging horses, blood splattered, and their bodies were rolled under the horses' hooves by the fierce impact.

One team, two teams, the cavalry charge with increasing pressure finally made the Bresse triangle formation reach its limit. The Bresse army formation was shattered, and large groups of soldiers were chopped down and kicked over by horses' hooves. (To be continued...)