Realm of Power

It had snowed all night, and the morning light shining on the earth seemed to be projected from the fog. The sound of horse hooves broke the early morning silence in the capital of Bangor. A group of black-armored knights rushed out from the fog on the plain in the distance. The knights The bright red cloak fluttered in the wind, and the cloak was embroidered with white thorn flowers. Finally, these knights stopped outside the closed gate of Bangor. The leading knight stopped his horse, took off his helmet, and revealed a calm and confident face. The faces of young people,

Glancing at the dozens of piles of corpses that had frozen like ice in the corner of the city wall, the middle-aged knight frowned slightly. The situation in Bangor was worse than His Majesty expected. It was not just a lack of food and famine. It’s a problem. In the wilderness covered with snow, frozen corpses can be seen everywhere.

Along the way, all I saw were white clothes. What I didn't see in other places was that more people died. I also encountered an unexpected attack by bandits on the way. These people were sallow and thin, and they looked like they could be blown away by the wind. The bandits who left were obviously weak from hunger. Extreme refugees, the officer did not embarrass these people, and took the cavalry to take a detour. The bandits, who had difficulty even walking, could only watch the horses galloping and disappearing into the distance. The sound of a woman crying could be heard from among the bandits. If they missed it, they might It is the result of starvation.

Entering the vicinity of the capital of Bangor, the shadows of the refugees were almost invisible, but the situation of the refugees still lingered in the minds of the officers. Thinking that the appearance of these refugees was largely due to the original war, this Falcon Army member The officer felt a little guilty, or maybe the occupation of Bangor was a way for His Majesty to atone for his sins! The officer took a deep breath. "Who are you?"

The tense voices of the defenders came from the city wall. Since the beginning of winter, the cold weather has dispersed the large number of refugees who gathered outside the capital of Bangor. However, the defenders still closely monitor the movements outside the city. As long as they find refugees approaching, they will Shoot without hesitation,

This is the Duke's order. According to the Duke's words, "These greedy guys are like weeds that hope to grab the nutrients of flowers. Instead of waiting until they get out of control, we should cut them off from the beginning. If you want food, then You have to give up human blood in exchange for it!"

This happened once before, a month ago. Due to long-term hunger, corpses were burned in fires every day on the plains outside the city. More than 3,000 people had died of starvation due to lack of food. In some areas, Human cannibalism. Refugees gathered in the capital, hoping to gain mercy from those in power. Every day, many people could be seen kneeling under the city and begging, hoping that their children could be hung up with a rope, that they could die, and that they could give their children a lifeline. There was a way to survive, but the only thing that responded to them was the cold section of the city wall. and the silent soldiers above

The weather is getting colder and colder, and more and more people are dying.

A large number of refugees gathered, led by a dilapidated nobleman named Lu Si En. Requesting negotiations with the people in power in Bangor, hoping that the people in power in Bangor could open the city gates and let the refugees in to escape the cold winter, Duke Francis of Bangor verbally chose to agree to the negotiations. Secretly, troops from other regions are being mobilized to rush to the capital. "This is a rebellion, and there should be no mercy towards the rebels!" Duke Francis' attitude was very clear at the military meeting secretly held in the city, but the refugees outside the city did not know that the troops were gathering. Condition. They are still waiting for news from the city,

Every day, someone tells the progress of the negotiations in the city to the refugees waiting outside. Bangor has become the last hope for survival for hundreds of thousands of people. "Long live! The Duke has promised to open the city tomorrow!"

On November 12, the six-day negotiation finally ushered in a favorable result, which made everyone rejoice. Some began to praise Duke Francis for his kindness, while others knelt on the ground and covered their faces in tears, because their relatives were all Without waiting for this day, the cold winter claimed too many lives. The refugees began to pack their bags at night and waited outside the city gate since midnight. The black heads almost covered the plain outside the city.

When the sky slowly brightened under the expectant eyes of everyone, hundreds of black things were thrown down from the city wall. They were the corpses of the negotiators, like a twisted mass, with all the bones in their bodies. They were all broken into pieces, and the body was stuffed into sacks. The nobleman named Lu Si En was even tied to a wooden frame by Duke Francis' order and burned alive in front of more than 100,000 refugees in the city. "Tyrant! Kill him"

The furious refugees launched a siege on Bangor City, and the whole situation was in chaos. The rain of arrows fired from the city top caused the refugees gathered below to fall over. Children and women screamed in the turbulence and fled in all directions. The refugees were trampled to death and injured innumerable numbers. Although the Bangor army was very incompetent in the face of the elite prairie cavalry, when facing the unarmed refugees, they were like the gods of war.

They lined up with spears and shields and pushed down the refugees who rushed up the city wall. A large number of people fell from the top as if they had lost their feet. Behind them were the proud and cruel laughter of the defenders.

After previous mobilization, the number of defenders in Bangor City reached 20,000. However, their opponents had no weapons, no organization, and were even too hungry to walk unsteadily. There were more than 100,000 refugees. In just half a day, more than 100,000 refugees were gathered. Fifteen thousand refugees were killed and injured by the guards on the city wall, while others fled for their lives during the impact.

The knight raised his head, glanced at the closed city gate in front of him, and shouted upwards, "I am Isido, captain of the third guard squadron of the Falcon Army. This time I came to Bangor to convey a message under the order of my lord!" "Falcon Army!"

The defenders on the city wall looked stunned. The name of the Falcon Army during the Northwest Rebellion had already frightened the people of Bangor. This battle between the Southwest and the Northwest made the name of the Falcon Army even more resounding. With a strength of five thousand troops, Carrying 100,000 southwest troops, this matter has already spread throughout the northwest.

At that time, many people were speculating on how long the Falcon Army could hold on to Luwangaka. Some said that being able to hold on for three days was the limit, while others said that it could not hold on for even one day.

But now, eleven days have passed,

The small town of Luwangaka is still firmly in the hands of the Falcon Army. The arrogant southwest army of 100,000 is actually blocked from advancing.

It’s incredible! If there was still a bit of ridicule in the tone of people talking about it before, now when they mention Luwangaka, there is only inexpressible admiration in their tone, and the name of the Falcon Army has once again shocked the northwest.

At the Lord's Palace in Bangor, Duke Francis met with the Falcon Army officer and took the document from the officer's hand. Duke Francis looked at the place name on it and was stunned for a moment, "Biye Valley!" (To be continued...)