Realm of Power

The black sky, moonlight and starlight symphonically reflected each other, like a beautiful picture written by countless shining light points above the head.

After coming out of the prison, the fat man couldn't help but speed up. The terrain here was flat and there were almost no ups and downs. He raised his riding whip and the fat man rode up to the small hill in front, followed by a hundred cavalry guards behind him. back,

"Your Majesty, there is our military post ten miles ahead. Do you need to inform them in advance to prepare?" Hu Keqili rode up from behind and asked the fat man for instructions.

"No, we won't rest at the military post tonight. We will go back to Haicheng directly!" The fat man waved his hand to Hu Keqili and said loudly, "Tell everyone, whoever reaches the gate of Haicheng first, I will Give him this bottle of prairie wine on your waist!"

"Come on, get drunk for His Majesty's grassland!"

As the order spread, the hundreds of cavalrymen behind them responded with excitement, and the speed of the cavalry increased again.

The melodious music of the piano floats in the night, and the food on the bonfire makes the sound of dripping oil. This scene makes the night a little more romantic and blurry, not to mention the stars tonight, and the young men and women in the caravan rely on each other , want to enjoy the romance of being alone, but the sound of rapid horse hooves is heard in the distance like thunder, the mountains are splitting, and the darkness is heavy. I can see the horses galloping like the wind, the armor is cold, and the cavalry on them are extremely sturdy, which attracts many people on the roadside. The sideways glances of the resting caravan,

There is a distance of forty miles from the prison to Haicheng. Originally, the fat man had planned to fly all the way, but soon he found that it was not feasible.

Although it was already late at night, there were still many caravans on the road. I had to slow down several times and slowly pass by the caravans filled with goods.

There are almost no bonfires on the roadside. It dragged a distance of more than sixty miles on the road and spread along the business road. It was a spectacular sight like huge long lanterns. These were caravans coming and going to rest.

Because the inns along the road are generally not large in size and have limited capacity, and the current weather is a very suitable month in May, many caravans have given up the habit of going to inns to rest, and instead choose to camp in the wild. ,

A carriage loaded with goods. They formed a circle outside and lit a blazing bonfire in the middle. Everyone in the caravan sat in a circle around the bonfire. The coastal trade road was the key protective zone of the Falcon Army. The patrol cavalry was divided according to the region. Patrolling back and forth.

There are only caravans along the way, and there are no bandits at all. Thousands of carriages pass through here every day, like an artery across the northwest coast, continuously connecting resources and goods.

In fact, there are very few bandits in the northwest coast. On the one hand, it is because of the strict suppression by the Falcon Army, and on the other hand. Because most of the immigrants came in groups and built their own camps, and some built their own guard teams. The northwest was deserted and there were many wild animals. People often encountered attacks when reclaiming the wasteland. The light weapons owned by the guards mainly It is used to deal with wild animals, but it can also be used to deal with robbers. Especially when the guards of hundreds of villages are united, if the number of guards exceeds several thousand, the bandits with less than a hundred people will generally be beaten to escape, while those larger bandits will be hunted. The key target of the Eagle Garrison's suppression campaign,

"It seems that we won't be able to arrive tonight!"

The fat man looked up at the moon and the sky. Then he looked at the seven or eight carriages in front of him that were getting more and more overturned in the middle of the road. The piled goods were tumbling everywhere. Several businessmen were squatting on the ground with sad faces. The road was completely blocked.

Fatty could only reluctantly give up his plan to rush back to Haicheng at night. In a relatively wide flat land, the fat man raised his hand to the cavalry behind him. "The whole team stopped and camped on the spot!" The guards got off the horses and took out the camping tools from the crotch bags of the horses. A dozen bonfires were set up on the same spot.

Seeing that they were members of the army, the nearby caravans consciously gave up a large piece of land. Although the Falcon Army had a good reputation, these warriors who killed without batting an eye were mainly merchants transformed from nobles. Choose not to provoke,

Moreover, these guards are all tall and thick, and full of murderous intent. Even if they take off their armor, they are the kind that can scare people to death with just one glance. In such an atmosphere, the businessmen around them even spoke softly. Many, even the occasional glances here are mostly full of fear and curiosity.

The fat man lay down on the soft grass and stretched without paying any attention. He could feel the changes around him and the strange eyes of the businessman, but so what? The army, the sharp weapon of the country, even if it is not as sharp as a sharp weapon, at least has the murderous intent that a sharp weapon should have.

What's more, none of these hundreds of guards came from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood. They have been on the battlefield for a long time, killing people like chopping vegetables. Naturally, they will no longer treat people as human beings, and their eyes will be as calm as a hunter looking at his prey. ,

"The first team is responsible for the left side, and the second team is responsible for the right..." In the night, the sound of Hu Keqili personally arranging the camp defenses was heard. Piles of bonfires were lit, like several barriers separating the fat man from the outside. isolated,

Under the cold moonlight, the fat man was rarely calm. His eyes were blazing as he looked at the huge sky of thousands of stars that had always given people a bright feeling since ancient times. The silver stars were like long rivers across the sky, and there were only insects in early summer in his ears. Ming,

The vast land is like a mountain ink painting, majestic and majestic, and the meadows are like grass, blown by the wind under the moonlight. The rumble of sea water lapping against the cliffs can be heard in the distance. The beautiful scenery in front of you can't help but make Pang feel a little intoxicated. The world is like this. Chess, where is the position of my own flag? Compared with this eternal and unchanging world, my troubles are really ridiculous, war, glory, and the hustle and bustle of thousands of troops! The overwhelming power that overwhelms the country! In the end, which one is what you need?

A trace of confusion flashed in Fatty's eyes. He didn't know why. At this moment, Fatty thought of the young man in prison. Although he was too weak to stand up, he still tried his best when he saw the Obsidian King Ring on his finger. He stood up and bowed respectfully to himself as if he were meeting the King of Khans. The tenacity and loyalty of the grassland people was revealed in doubt.

This had to make Fatty rethink the strategic direction of the empire. The vast and bitter cold land created the heroic and fearless blood boiling in the prairie people's bodies, and they had a character that was difficult to conquer. The strength of the prairie cavalry is definitely not just because they have powerful warriors who have been riding horses since childhood and can draw bows and shoot arrows. What is much more powerful is because of their tough and powerful spiritual culture.

It can be seen that from the idle nomads who love freedom, to the rangers who defend the tribe, to the steppe cavalry who fight successively in the steppe war, those rough men are extremely cruel when killing people, but they are always "killed" The culture of "tribe" The symbol brought tears to my eyes. For this sense of cultural belonging, the prairie people had a firm gaze in the wind and snow: They wore thick felt coats and shiny riding boots, and in the cold and bloody world, Guard the warmest sustenance in your heart.

Suddenly, the things that had been hesitating in Fatty's mind began to become clear. The Slavs' land of thousands of miles was certainly tempting, but it was not worth it to face the main force of the Dongting people. In front of the invading prairie cavalry, it was impossible to It’s useless no matter how much you gain from the land you hold;

On the other hand, the northwest coast, which was originally designated as the support point for setting foot on the Obarro continent, has experienced great development some time ago and now has a very good foundation. Its population, military strength, commerce, and urban infrastructure have become more and more in line with the mainland of the empire. With the empire at its back and the Gallic Empire in front, it has unique advantages in commerce and trade. The northwest coast is like a huge whirlpool that attracts merchants and is rising at an unusually fast rate. Taking advantage of this gap of thousands of miles to increase control over northwest Gaul before the Gauls finally intervene, it is obviously in line with the needs of the empire to fully control the northwest before the Gauls finally intervene.

Fatty was originally worried about Southwest, but now that Southwest has shown that he is on the same side as him, if he does not show enough strength to make him trust him, he is afraid that he will be looked down upon by Murphy O'Brien.

The troubles are gone, and the fat burning is the fighting spirit in the heart,

"It seems that the fire that shook the Gallic Empire should have begun to burn!" Half-sitting up, the fat man picked up a piece of wood root on the ground, picked the fire in front of him with a deep look, and a bright yellow glow appeared. The flame, like a snake, climbed up the stick,

According to the letter from Fort Julius, if the decision made ten days ago and the full obstruction of the Julius family were made, the northwest leader would only have 1 time to reach the northwest. The gap of the moon,

"One month, even if they can't complete the control of the entire northwest, is enough to make those wallflowers weigh their own weight! The light of the bonfire shines on the fat man's face, alternating light and dark. No one would have thought that this would happen in the future. Showing one in front of the bonfire The fat man with a silly smile was thinking about the fate of millions of creatures in the northwest. The fat man scratched the ground with a burnt stick. To fully control the northwest, the two forces of Denia and Rosende must be involved. .

"Who is it?" The captain of the night guard shouted loudly in front of him, interrupting the fat man's thoughts, and then there was the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed.

"Don't get me wrong, we are just refugees passing by! Because we want to find a place to rest..." came a timid voice, and the fat man could see a simple carriage parked there, with a man wearing aristocratic clothes. The middle-aged man is trying to explain something to Konoe,

"You must have also taken a fancy to the place where you camped."

The fat man frowned slightly, and immediately felt something was wrong. Hundreds of murderous soldiers squatted here. Many nearby caravans unconsciously distanced themselves. Could it be that the other party was a blind man? There was nothing obvious about him. Can't see it? Or did you stick to it on purpose because you saw it was an army? Fatty thinks that the latter is the majority! To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (.Vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m.. to read.)