Realm of Power

The atmosphere in the brightly lit conference room was a little strange.

Pushing open the door of the conference room, the three imperial ministers saw the back of the fat man who was concentrating on the northwest map on the wall. The black shadow was leaning on the ground like an eagle wing. Statunko, who was walking in the front, saluted respectfully, " Your Majesty!" The other two people also saluted hurriedly. To their surprise, the fat man did not turn around, but gestured to the three of them, "Come here, come and take a look at this map! Tell us what you think." "Map? '

Statunko was stunned for a moment, and then he, Hu Keqili and Duozhe came to the northwest map that the fat man was staring at. The three of them fell on the map with somewhat blank eyes, and their pupils shrank unnaturally at the same time. one time,

I saw that on the border of this northwest map, His Majesty Falcon had drawn a shocking line along the border with a red pen. According to the three people's understanding of Fatty, it was clear that His Majesty Falcon had a special liking for red.

And red often represents war in the Falcon Empire!

Sure enough, the fat man pointed at the map and said, "The winding border of the northwest region of the Gallic Empire is divided into more than a dozen large and small regions in the north and south, taking the thousand-mile-long Saint-Malo Mountains with a red line in the northwest as a line. The mountains rise from west to east, eventually forming impassable cliffs that protect the bustling hinterland of the empire. Therefore, most of the roads that are truly passable are concentrated in the northwest, where the fifth regiment of Fort Julius Ford is guarding scope"

"I only recently learned that the huge Saint-Malo Mountain is like a giant gate that isolates the two sides. It is said that for a period of time, the Slavs on the other side of the mountain range thought that the mountain range was the end of the earth, and the Obaro people also thought that the mountain range was the end of the earth. It is the edge that cuts off the earth in legend. This lack of understanding was only broken more than 500 years ago. In the northern part of the Central Asian continent connected to Obarro, the rise of the steppe tribes made the Slavs in the same northern region feel threatened. .

Under the pressure of the steppe people, the originally powerful Slavic Northern Alliance collapsed. In a turmoil hundreds of years ago, it turned into hundreds of tribes. In order to avoid the massacre of the steppe people, the Slavs chose to go to the unknown. Hundreds of thousands of Slavs "migrating northwestward" crossed the black swamp known as the edge of the continent and entered the vast wilderness of northern Obarro. Some of them ventured to migrate south of the unpredictable mountains. These people bumped into Opalo's cultural circle. At this time, the two sides of the mountain range realized that on the other side of the mountain range, there was a vast land, endless wilderness, flat and lush hills, and the vastness of the earth. People are full of ambition for the land.

The Oparos and the Slavs have been fighting around the border for more than 200 years. The countries to the north of the Obaros have defeated the Slavs' entry several times, and also seized part of the Slavic control area, which is where we are now. Northwest Territories"

The fat man's voice stopped. Said with a serious look

"I believe you have also noticed that from a military point of view, the terrain in the northwest region is too long and has no obstruction. It is a typical terrain that is difficult to defend. If there are not enough troops to take the initiative to attack, they will be defeated by the enemies coming from the opposite direction. .

The thousand-meter-long border, coupled with hundreds of years of wars, has always been a buffer zone for the Gallic Empire.

According to the intelligence provided by the Julius family, although after decades of fighting, the Julius family has made considerable progress on the northwest border, the Slavic distribution area outside the control area is still like a vast area. Huge black clouds shrouded the northwest of the entire Gallic Empire.

Seventy years ago, the cavalry of the Steppe Empire once again approached the Slavs. The attacks continued to compress the survival of the Slavs. A large number of Slavic tribes were driven to the northwest of Obarro. This was also the fifth battle of Fort Julius Ford. The legion felt that the reason why the war was getting more and more difficult was that in terms of life and death opponents, the Slavs obviously believed that the steppe people were more terrifying.

In front of the Fifth Army, more than a million Slavs are gathering. Even Fort Julius Ford has begun to adopt the old method of building permanent walls, hoping to build a permanent defense line to block the Slavs."

"Your Majesty, do you want to use Julius's power to expand the empire's power along the border?" Hu Keqili, who was standing next to him, stared at the red line on the map and asked suspiciously with some understanding.

"No, on the contrary, not expansion, but contraction"

The fat man stared at the map and said nonchalantly, "This gap is too big, our foundation is not stable, and our troops are seriously insufficient. It is difficult to completely block it. Since we can't block it, we can only evacuate it!" Everyone was stunned for a moment. "I'm thinking, if this border is completely opened and the Fifth Army retreats to the border, what will happen to us!" There was a hint of elusiveness in the fat man's tone.

"Let them all go!" Everyone's faces looked horrified, "If this is really the case, we will bear the brunt!"

Statunko said with great certainty, pointing to the map and said, "The situation is very clear. The northwest region behind the border line is like a cork stuck in this channel. The opponent's first wave of impact will definitely hit On us!"

"Haha, I think so too, so no one would ever think that someone would dare to do this!" The fat man laughed.

"What does your Majesty mean?"

Statunko's face was filled with confusion. Could it be that His Majesty Falcon called everyone here in the middle of the night just to express emotion over a map?

"What do you think now?"

The fat man casually picked up the pen on the table and drew a new diagonal line at the lower end of the northwest area on the wall. It felt like a cross-shaped branch was drawn on the side line at the beginning, with a calm expression. smile

"You are all the ones leading troops. Once the border line is released, in order not to be the first target of attack, we can roughly estimate how many troops must be deployed to block this gap! The enemy will choose Bypass us and go deeper to the east!"

Hu Keqili stared at the map and said hesitantly with an uncertain tone, "If I were to command, at least 150,000 or more troops would be needed to form enough suppressive force!" Of course, if there are strong fortresses and sufficient defense measures, one hundred thousand people should be able to survive! "

"Well, I think so too!"

The fat man nodded, turned around, and glanced at the three of them. "It's a pity that we only have about 50,000 troops in the northwest region. Even mobilizing troops from the country will take time, so we can only do it on both sides, but To be on the safe side,

The fat man looked at Duoze and said, "Starting from tomorrow, you will be responsible for building a fortress on the border. It doesn't have to be strong, but it must be able to block the first wave of the opponent's impact!" "Duoze nodded," His Majesty Does it mean that the northwest border is completely open?" This time, it was the three people's turn to take a breath of air. It was one thing to imagine, but it was another to actually face it, a crazy plan!

"You are right, it will be in a month!" The fat man turned around from the map.

Statunko, Hukoqili, and Dazai were dragged out of their warm beds by an order in the middle of the night. Their faces looked tired at first, but after hearing the fat man's talk about instigating Julius After Fuburg transferred the Fifth Army of the Empire back and completely opened up the northwestern border of the Gallic Empire, the faces of the three guys immediately glowed with excitement. Awesome, this move is too cruel! The three people glanced at each other subconsciously with their bright eyes, "The person who can come up with such a sinister way of killing people without paying for it is indeed His Majesty Falcon. This blow will be fatal to the Gallic Empire, even if he doesn't die. Crippled!

"Although I don't want to admit it, this mess is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us!"

The fat man sat down on the main seat in the middle and made a gesture to the three subordinates to sit down. "It's just that we don't have enough time. We have brought you here so eagerly just to tell you that our time is precious.

"If your Majesty needs it, my subordinates can mobilize an additional 30,000 people from Salander within a month!" Statunko stood up, with a strong fighting spirit on his face, "The Central Army can also recruit 30,000 people from Salander." Palavin has mobilized 30,000 elite troops!" Hu Keqili also said decisively. He hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "But I think this is the case! Yes, when it comes to wilderness combat, Lord Crolisate's Northwest Legion may be more skilled in wilderness combat..." "Clorissatte's Northwest Legion?" "The fat man looked solemn! Nodding, he opened the scrawled text on the table, glanced at the three of them, and said in a slow voice, "I have given Basta's Lidakus of Long and Bres sent the order. From now on, the empire will enter a state of full combat readiness in the northwest region! The Navy Department will also work together with the Commercial Alliance to mobilize more domestic troops. ! Before that, I need someone to go to the Slavic area and bring the seal and inscriptions of Julius Fort. "Leave this to me!" Hu Keqili looked at where the fat man pointed with bright eyes. He said without hesitation, "Well, I'll leave this matter to you." The fat man nodded and agreed, "Before tomorrow, choose to go to the border to build a fortress.

You two prepare yourselves! A month later, the Fifth Army of Fort Julius Ford will retreat to the northwest along this route. They will also transfer all the sentries and troops along the way. The Slavs who have lost their suppression will inevitably follow.

All we have to do is to give these Slavs a hard blow and force these guys' sights to the east instead of pouring into our northwest. This will be the key to determining the success or failure of the entire combat plan." (To be continued...)