Realm of Power

"Shameless and despicable Vekia Falcon!"

Stanley Spencer, who was on the other side of the river, had a bloodless face. Thinking of the heavy casualties of more than 100,000 troops in one night, and the angry face of His Majesty the Emperor when he received the news, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and a hot mouthful of blood surged into his throat. "Puff!" A scarlet blood arrow suddenly spurted from his mouth to the ground. His body, which had been carrying heavy responsibilities since his appointment, could no longer support it. He shook and suddenly fell heavily from his horse.

This unexpected situation frightened the people nearby.

"Sir Stanley Spencer!" the Gallic general shouted, and the attendants beside him quickly jumped off their horses and ran over to help the army commander who was almost thrown to death.

"I'm fine! Leave me alone and order all troops to go down to the river immediately to rescue people!"

With the help of his attendants, Stanley Spencer struggled to stand up on the ground, pulled out the sword from his waist, and thrust it into the ground. The sharp sword blade made a clear sound of insertion, supporting his whole body. He raised his head, and a white light caused by the explosion of the thunder bomb flashed across his face as pale as paper. In just half an hour, the tragic scene below had already made his pupils as scary as blood oozed out.

The one who was responsible for the main offensive task this time was the entire 110,000 troops of the Fourth Army of the Gallic Empire who came with him as the northwest commander. One of these main army armies of the empire, composed of the most loyal warriors of the empire, was currently below. Struggling in the narrow river,

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe such a scene. It was a naked massacre. Countless balls of light roared down with their long red tails, and the miles-long river was covered in what looked like balls of death. The fireball surrounded them and at the same time let out an explosive and rolling roar. Those reserve teams that had not yet entered the river were completely frightened. The water column raised in front of them by the explosion was more than ten meters high, and it was filled with human limbs and pieces of flesh and blood. Scum.

Some stumps were blasted onto the embankment and fell like raindrops in the air. They were hung on the flagpole of the bronze battle flag that the Gauls were proud of. They had heads, feet, hands, and long legs. Panchang, which was several meters long, and the fierce bombardment caused a section of the river that was more than a thousand meters to almost stop flowing. Because there were so many dead people, the corpses floated and collided together in a large area. Being carried down by the current, it soon blocked the narrowest part of the river.

"Oh my god, help me!" The light flashed, and the crowds below were like a group of ants that had exploded.

"Get out!" Despair and fear spread throughout the army. Some Gaulish soldiers who maintained their height and strength no longer ignored military orders and started killing each other in order to climb to the safe river embankment as soon as possible. The soldiers near the river bank moved forward desperately, using their weapons to split open the comrades in front of them. Hot blood spurted onto their faces, and everyone went crazy. The entire river is in complete chaos. In order to survive, we can no longer control so much.

His companions looked at him with disbelief. Just to get out of this hell on earth as early as possible, the Gallic soldier kicked his companion's body away without hesitation and found it on the other side of the river bank. Thousands of Falcon Army spearmen stood in rows on the high embankment of the river, looking coldly at the Gauls in the river.

That's how you look at the dead,

In this battle, His Majesty Falcon issued a cruel order that no prisoners should be kept. Facing the menacing Gallic army, Fatty decided to give the self-righteous Gallic emperor an unforgettable first anniversary celebration.

This is a gift from the northwest, 170,000 heads of the Gallic army!

"Kill, leave no one behind!" The spearman raised his spear without any scruples. Following the infantry captain's stern and murderous order, the spear was raised high, and then he slammed it down on the struggling Gauls' heads. Pricking, blood spurted out from the heads of the Gauls below. The desperate and unwilling faces fell under the embankment, turning into invisible black shadows in the flash of thunder god's fire.

"Crossbowmen! Cut off the river on the other side! His Majesty orders, no one will be left behind!"

The crossbowmen who had retreated quickly drew their bow strings behind the heavy infantry. The violent whistling sound of "Beng Beng Beng" immediately filled the surrounding air, as if a heavy rain suddenly fell in the night. From crossbows to trebuchets, With full firepower, a large swath of long-range weapons covered the opposite side of the river and the direction of the river, forming a dense black spot. In the sky, thousands of arrows rushed towards the embankment like dense dark clouds.

"ah"

The screams of the Gauls could be heard. The large group of Gaulish soldiers who had just climbed ashore desperately before they could stand firm on the embankment were shot and fell upside down into the water. Blood spattered and their bodies fell into the river again. A patch of crimson floated on the river,

The face of the Gallic general from the Emperor's Guards was also bleak. His name was Hucard. He was the squadron leader of the fifth squadron of the Gallic Guards. He was a Gallic royal knight. His duty was to protect Stan. For the personal safety of General Liebensee, he was not directly involved in military operations, but the tragic scene in front of him scared this senior knight from Kyoto, Gaul. He had protected other generals in the Eastern and Central Competitions. The war between demi-humans,

A war with rivers of blood and corpses strewn across the fields was not unfamiliar to him, but the scene in front of him was completely beyond his expectation. He could not even imagine what he would do if he were in such a river of death. What kind of scene is it?

This is not a war for warriors! Hukard's heart couldn't help but tremble. This was a naked massacre, a massacre of the victors against the losers. In the northwest of the empire, one hundred thousand imperial warriors wailed under the opponent's blow and fell in pieces, until now. , an army of 100,000 people was able to safely withdraw less than 1,000 people ashore! Moreover, everyone was injured, as if they were crawling out of bloody water.

Hukard even saw a soldier who went to the river bank to pull his companions, but was directly hacked to death by his companions who were swinging their swords randomly below. Everyone went crazy!

For some reason, the scene in front of him reminded Hukard of his eldest daughter standing on the wall of Kyoto before departure, with a look of longing for her return. He had never felt such hesitation and confusion in a war before.

As a swordsman in the imperial guard, he knew very well that on the battlefield, when the sword leaves the scabbard, there are only two choices: life or death. But at this moment, there was a trace of struggling hesitation in his eyes.

He had no son, so he had been hoping that his daughter would marry a noble knight so that he could inherit the Huka family business, but his daughter just fell in love with this guy. Just an idle librarian.

"You are with my daughter, I will break your legs!"

The night he left the imperial capital, Hukard beat the "scoundrel" hard without hesitation, which made his always well-behaved daughter refuse to send him away for the first time. But in the end, on the wall of the imperial capital, he still saw I saw my daughter’s lonely figure,

The defeat in the Central Asian War caused the empire to lose 100,000 troops. The news about the war from the empire seems to be mostly negative.

It is not difficult to understand why His Majesty the Emperor, who has just ascended the throne for a year, attaches great importance to the northwest. The empire needs a victory to inspire the people's hearts, and His Majesty the Emperor needs a victory to prove himself.

But now he is grateful for this. No matter how brave the imperial warrior is, he will only be turned into minced meat when he encounters tonight's opponent. In fact. It would not be bad to be the wife of a mediocre library custodian. At least because of his status as a scholar, the scoundrel would not be drafted into the battlefield and would not have to face a cruel war. There is no need to scheming over matters within the aristocratic family, just live an ordinary life.

"This battle has been lost. We cannot allow more people to lose their lives!" Hukard's eyes flashed with perseverance, and he suddenly stretched out his powerful right hand and grabbed Stanley Spencer, who was roaring at his subordinates like a mad dog. . He said loudly, "Sir, the Fourth Army is finished! Rescue will only cause us greater losses. As your guard captain, I have an obligation to urge you. We must issue an order to evacuate now. Otherwise, when the other party crosses the river, we will really The whole army is destroyed! I can't control other people, but your safety is my responsibility."

"No, I can't just withdraw like this. I haven't lost yet. The empire hasn't lost. My army of 100,000 people is still fighting. They are fighting..." Stanley Spencer's voice trembled as he said that he didn't even believe it. If you say that, in his eyes, the hot light is like a squeezed and exploded tomato, with red fragments shining continuously in everyone's pupils. Before the ball is extinguished, more and stronger light shines again. Rise up and light up all the faces on the Gallic embankment,

The brutal battle failed, and the army faced the wailing of death,

The only thought in his mind that was filled with blood was to save people. He looked at the others with a ferocious expression. Most of them were similar to him and were completely frightened. Everyone thought that Lord Stanley must be crazy. At this time, let alone saving people, just thinking about getting closer to the hell-like river, I could feel my legs trembling. When I heard Stanley Spencer's desperate order,

"My lord is crazy!"

There are hundreds of people looking at me and I looking at you, but no one dares to come forward.

"If you don't go, then I will!"

Stanley Spencer yelled desperately and angrily, staggering towards the river bank, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. The scene in front of him was spinning, and his body fell heavily to the ground. Everything became silent.

There were tears that could not be concealed in the corners of his eyes, and the tears fell to the ground like broken threads.

"My lord, I'm too tired! It's beyond the body's capacity." Behind him, Hucard, who was in charge of guarding, turned the sapphire handle of the long sword upside down, sheathed the sword in a gorgeous and smooth manner, and explored Stanley Spencer's chest with his hand. nostril,

Realizing that there was no big problem with Stanley Spencer, he stood up.

He glanced fiercely at the faces of the others who had not yet recovered. As a proud Guards officer, he did not need to give these guys a good look. He said coldly, "Why are you still standing there? I didn't see Stanley Bin." Is Sai already in a coma due to injuries and exhaustion caused by falling off the horse? Why don't you carry the master down? "

The fat man stopped his horse. What appeared in front of him was a dam of human flesh with a large number of corpses piled up. The blood-like water rolled rapidly. After a fierce battle all night, the Gallic army marching north suffered heavy losses.

More than 100,000 of the 180,000-strong army died in this battle. The other tens of thousands of Imperial Guardsmen were spared because they were not yet fully engaged in the battle as a second-line attack force. As for the Northwest Allied Forces, the battle losses also reached 25,000.

Among them, 19,000 people were from the forces of the northwest, and 6,000 were from the Falcon Army on the northwest coast. Originally, the battle losses were not so high. The Gallic army's onslaught in the middle and lower reaches suffered a devastating blow, leaving the Northwest Allied Forces The other armies were so powerful that they hardly needed Fatty to give any orders. The Northwest Alliance The other troops of the army began to rush for the crossing in a arrogant manner, hoping to take the opportunity to defeat the drowned dog and make a huge profit. You must know that the hundreds of thousands of Gallic troops represent countless immeasurable trophies, but the results have not yet been tasted. When they got the chance, they were severely beaten by the opponent's Gallic Guards, causing more than 6,000 casualties. Had to push it back again

When the sky gradually brightens, what appears in front of everyone is not warm sunshine, but white cold raindrops, like the sound of crying from the sky. Under the rain, the Sona River seems to be filled with white mist. You can see the majestic scene of countless broken corpses and body parts rolling down the river.

That can no longer be described as spectacular. In the shoal area that had just experienced the most brutal and fierce battle, a large number of debris and corpses were piled up artificially to create spectacular dams of flesh and blood, and the tumbling water carrying countless corpses hit it.

The mud was rolling, the water was bubbling, and countless broken human limbs could be seen inside, rising and falling in the rolling. The river water that had just calmed down became violent and violent. Just like countless resentful spirits struggling and wailing in the river of blood in the netherworld,

"Cross the river!"

The fat man just frowned slightly, waved his hand without fear, and immediately jumped into the blood-colored river.

Although the Gallic army was defeated, tens of thousands of Gallic Guards were still there. The Fat Man did not want to give the Gauls any chance to breathe and issued an order. The army didn't even take a break and crossed the river of flesh and blood.

Horse hooves stepped on the shallows of the lower Sona River. The slightly chilly May rain hit the fat man's cold helmet, and there was a flow of blood under the horse's hooves. The black devil armor on his body was washed clean by the rain and shined brightly.

In the white misty rain, the fat man's black eyes gave off a luster similar to the netherworld. The cavalry in black armor lined up behind him, and the huge golden falcon battle flag clicked against the horses behind them. A crackling vibration sound,

In the middle and lower reaches of the river, 200,000 northwest troops were crossing the river on pontoon bridges straddling the mountains. Infantry spears all over the mountains covered the land in front and behind, while a large number of cavalry rode directly into the river. The blood from the horse's belly washed up on the opposite bank,

"His Majesty"

Ahead, Salon was flying towards me in light armor.

"How about the task assigned to you?" The fat man waved his hand, and the cavalry behind him stopped. Salon stopped his horse a few meters in front, and said with excitement, "Of course there is no problem. I will lead a thousand cavalry and take advantage of the opportunity." In the dark of night, the food in question was handed over to the people of the Southwest Army at the port. I believe that at this moment, the food will soon be handed over to the retreating Imperial Guards as military rations, but I can't figure it out. Since we can use the sea route, why don't we just send cavalry into the opponent's rear in advance, and attack from both front and rear, no matter how much more The entire Gallic army will be destroyed!"

"Although these 180,000 heads are to be given to the Emperor of Gaul as a gift, we should use them as waste anyway!" The fat man said with a sneer, "Don't forget, just like us, there are people in the southwest who want these ten heads. The 80,000-strong army is dead!"

"Your Majesty means Murphy O'Brien!" A trace of confusion flashed across Salon's face. Does your Majesty's decision to let these tens of thousands of Gallic Guards retreat have anything to do with Murphy O'Brien?

"The real winner in this northwest battle is not us!" Fatty took a deep breath and said, "Murphy O'Brien is an ambitious guy. He seems to be on our side, but in fact he just wants to take advantage of us. To be a shield"

The fat man's voice stopped and he said slowly, "Murphy O'Brien was recruiting troops in the southwest. Within a few months, he had more than 100,000 elite troops, and his power was getting stronger and stronger. This time, the northwest general lost 100,000 troops. Defeated and retreating to the southwest, it is already a certain death situation. If our army continues to press with an army of 200,000, the opponent will inevitably ask Murphy O'Burn in the southwest for help. If Murphy O'Burn is not a fool, he will definitely seize this opportunity. to show the Emperor of Gaul that he was loyal."

"In this case, in order to win over the southwest to fight against the northwest, the Gallic emperor will inevitably grant him the position of commander-in-chief of the southwest. He can get what he dreams of without spending a single soldier.

"If it is allowed to develop, based on his understanding of our northwest, if he encounters an excellent opportunity, who can say that he will not become a close friend of my northwest?"

"Then we give him those military rations?" Salon seemed to have something in mind.

"He wants to reap the benefits of the fishermen, can't we just let him rebel?" The fat man chuckled. "If someone secretly reports to the Northwest Commander-in-Chief that there is a problem with the military rations provided by Murphy O'Brien, What do you think the Northwest General Consul, who is thinking about how to explain to the Emperor of Gaul, will do?

Salon was not a fool. He reacted immediately and suddenly said, "He will definitely report to the Emperor of Gaul and put all the blame for this war on Murphy O'Brien. At that time, there were only two possibilities. One, Murphy O'Brien." The Gallic Emperor and the Commander-in-Chief secretly summoned him to Kyoto to be killed. Secondly, Murphy O'Brien had to fight tens of thousands of Gallic Guards and declared the southwest to secede from the Gallic Empire when his vitality was severely damaged."

"That's right!" The fat man nodded. Looking at the mighty army rushing ahead, he said coldly, "The southwest is the only way to the heartland of the Gaul Empire. I can't always wait for him. I have to fight quickly and take this opportunity to flatten the southwest in one fell swoop and open a large passage to the heartland of Gaul. At that time, in front of my 200,000 northwest troops, Murphy Obuen will have only two choices: surrender or destruction! Under this sky, there is no room for a person like him who seeks profit on both sides!" (To be continued..)