Realm of Power

The capital of Baston, Arimenca

The increasingly swift plain wind blew across Fatty's collar. Fatty raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sky was a little dark. After two days of marching, in the afternoon, the 30,000-strong army arrived outside the city of Alimenka, on the plain outside the city. You can see the corpses of a large number of Baston soldiers, broken military flags, and prairie cavalry cruising around.

Before the main force of infantry arrived, the advancing 15,000 prairie cavalry troops had already followed Fatty's orders and fought several times with Baston's army, firmly suppressing the Bastons in the city and making them want to break out. Unable to escape, the Baston people who were forced into a desperate situation launched multiple attacks in succession. Apart from corpses strewn across the fields, nothing was gained. In the end, they could only completely withdraw into the city.

The prairie cavalry troops were divided into two wings and began to gather outside the city. They continuously launched harassing attacks on the Baston army's outer defense line day and night, leaving the Baston people with no chance to rest and causing more and more casualties. According to the reports of the prairie thousand cavalry commanders, the strength of the Baston Army is now on the verge of collapse. If there is another big blow, the Baston Army will completely collapse.

The people of Baston finally understood that relying on the army, it was impossible for them to leave the encirclement. The arrows shot from outside the city were very sweet. They had no choice but to surrender. If they wanted to survive the encirclement, there was only one way. The way is to open the city gate.

The overwhelming military flags made crackling sounds in the wind. Under the military flags that rolled over the plains, the 20,000 Saron regiment infantrymen were divided into four arrays, with countless spears raised, like a dense forest made of steel. The human-high siege shields in the hands of the platoon of Falcon heavy infantry reflected the intimidating sheen of the steel army. On the left side of the military formation were fifteen thousand prairie archers with superb archery skills. They followed the orders. Get off the horses collectively,

In front of such a large army, the city of Alimenka, which can only be regarded as a medium-sized city, looks so small.

From the circle of the lookout glass in his hand, the fat man could see that the Baston Army on the opposite city wall was very depressed. Whether they were officers or soldiers, everyone's face looked ugly. It seemed that the prairie thousand cavalry commanders were very depressed. To be honest, after the violent blow some time ago, there would be no way to escape if it weren't for it. The people of Baston may have voluntarily abandoned this undefeable capital and chosen to flee to the relatively safe mountains.

According to Fatty's estimation, he didn't need to launch an attack at all. He only needed to besiege them for a week, and the Baston people would surrender crying and shouting because they couldn't resist the double torture of hunger and physical pain. Of course, it was also possible that some of them would surrender. People will choose to commit suicide.

In any case, Baston people have no other way out, which is a pity. I don't have that time, so I must let this country, which is used to being a wallflower, know that if I want, I can crush them with one finger. Only in this way can the Principality of Baston be truly determined to become a barrier to protect the northwest coast. If a war breaks out, the Principality of Baston will be blessed with its plain terrain. It is your best battlefield. "Your Majesty! Let us attack!" Salon rode his horse from the front to ask for a fight. As an infantryman with a mediocre performance in this battle, Salon would rather be more straightforward. Demonstrate the power of the Falcon Infantry with a round of attacks. All Baston people were sent to heaven at once. "Don't rush, wait a little longer, wait until night, it will be more advantageous to attack the city!"

The fat man raised his head and glanced at the sky, and said to the anxious Salon, how could he not know what his beloved general was thinking? After arriving at the battlefield, Salon couldn't wait to arrange the infantry to line up. Two flags with heavy infantry as the main force. The regiment was ranked at the front of the regiment. Salon was impatient to wipe out all the Baston people, so he repeatedly asked for combat orders, but the fat man never approved it.

The five-meter-high city wall in front has no moat. There are only sloping stone walls built under the city wall. It is a typical plain city. There is a problem with the soil in this area. Although it is a plain, the grass on the ground is obviously very thin, and the air is thick. There seemed to be no moisture. The strong wind blew over people's bodies, giving them a very dry feeling. There were even cracks in some places, revealing large cracks as thick as an arm. A dry river passed under the city.

Such defense cannot stop Salon! The fat man knew very well in his heart that the Baston people on the opposite side were also very interested in this. This was the last chance. If the other party was still unwilling to completely give up on himself, then he would have no choice but to order the destruction of this city!

Time passed by moment by moment, and the sky was completely dark. Torches were lit up and down the city, lighting up half of the sky, as if it was dyed red with blood.

The fat man finally lost his patience. He raised his hand and said, "Get ready to attack the city!" He "brushed" in front of the fat man, and lined up four long lines of 10,000 prairie cavalry. They also began to calmly start to fill their horses with arrows. After taking off the quiver, the front end of the quiver is shaped like a wedge. The front is wrapped with a thin layer of white iron. Prairie archers will use the iron-wrapped front end of the quiver to insert it deeply into the soft soil under their feet, with the tail of the arrow cluster facing up. They will take out a white-feathered wolf tooth barb arrow from the inside, and the bow string. Pulling it open, there was a nerve-wracking creaking sound.

"Prepare to attack the city!" Salon's face was filled with joy after hearing the order. I was about to turn around and return to the army. At this moment, the city gate of Alimenka on the opposite side suddenly opened, and I saw a man and a horse coming out of the city gate.

"Wait a minute!" the fat man ordered loudly, stopping the archers from firing arrows. The night was very dark, and the people coming out on the other side couldn't see their faces, and they couldn't use a telescope, so they just felt that they were tall, without riding horses, and their hands were empty. Just walking towards the formation and waiting for it The 30,000 Falcon Army came over, but he did not wave a white flag, nor did he identify himself, so Salon turned back a little dissatisfied and muttered, "Your Majesty, why bother with these guys who don't know how to commend themselves? Just attack them directly." "Go and see what it is!" What's going on! "The fat man ignored Salon and waved behind him. A group of Guards Cavalry galloped over. As a result, a report came up from the front. It turned out to be the Duke of Baston." "The fat man looked surprised? , Salon was also confused, "Let him pass. Come on! "The fat man breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, there is no need to attack the city for the time being. Once the army is launched, no one can guarantee what will happen. Although the military order is strong, this guy Salon has been frustrated for a long time. I'm afraid that I will also indulge my subordinates.

Under the illumination of torches, the old Duke of Baston staggered, surrounded by murderous soldiers on both sides. The torches reflected on the cold weapons and shields made people shudder.

The Duke of Baston is thin, wearing a Baston-style gray robe, with silver threads all over his hair, and a haggard look. Although he tried hard to look more energetic, he had two big dark circles under his eyes. Droopy eye bags, a beard that I probably forgot to shave for many days, and bloodshot eyes,

It seems that he is having a hard time these days. He has betrayed his long-time ally Brace and been defeated by the Falcon Army. The principality is almost at the end of its rope. As the leader of a party, how can he not feel haggard! "What is he here for? Begging for mercy?" Salon said in confusion beside him. He was very dissatisfied with the other party's sudden action. If he wanted to be a tough guy, he would do it to the end. Seeing that he was about to take action, he suddenly surrendered. It was so boring!

Unlike him, the fat man was riding on a war horse. His eyes were focused on the old man who was slowly passing by the army. He rarely showed some admiration. The other man actually dared to come alone when the two armies were fighting. This really made the fat man Unexpectedly, "It seems that the rumors outside are not entirely true. This Duke of Baston is actually a man of some courage!"

"Let's go down and take a look. If we let him move at this speed, we will have to wait until dawn!" The fat man said calmly, spurring his horse and whip, and galloped down from the rear of the military formation. The hoofbeats of the war horses rumbled, and hundreds of black armor approached. The guards followed the cavalry. Salon wanted to complain a few words, so he quickly followed.

The old man heard the sound of horse hooves approaching, stopped, and looked forward with deep eyes. The soldiers in front separated from him on both sides, and a young man with armor like a demon came on horseback surrounded by people.

The horse stopped before him

"Your Excellency is His Majesty Falcon, right?" the old man asked in a calm voice.

"I'm the Vekia Falcon!" Fatty replied coldly on the horse, with no emotion audible.

"I am Ulibik, Duke of Baston!" The old man bowed politely, trying his best to hide his haggardness and depression, trembling, and staring at the fat man with gloomy eyes. He said word by word, "I'm here to fight with you! Use honor to end this meaningless war between the two sides!"

"duel!"

All the generals of the Falcon Army were stunned, and then burst into laughter. This old man must be crazy. His Majesty Falcon is a super strong general who swept across Ikadiva. His name as a military god is enough to make all military generals lose their souls. Frightened, the other party challenged His Majesty Falcon with a dying man. Nothing could be funnier than this. Only one person was not smiling, and that was the fat man. There was a trace of concentration in his eyes. Heavy, with a serious expression on his face, he grunted, "Do you think it's funny?" The stern voice spread, and the surrounding area immediately became silent, and you could hear the sound of the wind blowing across the plain. "Why? Why did you come to die?" The fat man looked straight at it. He said to the calm-looking old Duke Ulibik, "If you agree to send hostages and agree to the previous conditions, I can save Baston!" "

"What your Majesty wants is not Baston, but a battlefield called Baston! Instead of seeing it become the center of the war, it is better to give this land to Your Majesty. At least it can protect the people of Baston! "The old Duke Ulibik raised his head, his eyes were like lightning, which made people secretly feel heartbroken. Such sharp eyes (to be continued...)