Realm of Power

Salon left, and Fatty was the only one left in the tent. He spread out a report on the table. Fatty's eyes were flashing. It had been a long time since he felt so unsettled inside. Maybe it was the drizzle outside that made his mood a little... Fluctuate,

"This rain is really annoying."

The fat man looked up at the rain curtain outside, smiled self-deprecatingly, and dropped the pen in his hand on the table.

News just came from the country. Since the death of the conspirator Solomon Dagon, the Eastern Army's alliance of more than 20 Eastern Army tribes has rapidly fallen apart. It can no longer maintain its previous momentum, and it is even difficult to protect itself. Dongting Three The situation of Zu Dingli was disintegrating. Ruitang Tingna, the princess of Dongting, took advantage of the collapse of the Eastern Army and absorbed 7 tribes. The total population exceeded 400,000, truly becoming the number one force in the Dongting Grassland, with 8 bow-controlled grassland cavalry under her command. Thousands of people,

The Ministry of Military Affairs sent a special report for this purpose. The adjutant general Plais, who was in charge of the country, suggested that he ask the fat man to transfer Ruitangtina's army to fight in Obarro. This would avoid the resurgence of the grassland that had just surrendered and weaken Ruitangtina's power. Second, it can create opportunities for Bertrand Bonnie’s border guards to strengthen their control over the grassland.

"This woman is very ambitious! But it's just a little bit of ambition that only looks at the grassland and the sky!"

The fat man just grinned slightly at the suggestions put forward by Plais in the report. Ruitang Tingna was a smart woman, but also very stubborn. In fact, in the heart of this prairie woman, she didn't know that her efforts were actually just a battle. The dream of fetching water from a bamboo basket,

Last time on the northwest coast, Fatty once advised Ruitang Tingna, "Now, it is no longer the troubled times when all the heroes came together, it is not the era when you can rise as long as you have ambition and strength, the Ikadiva continent has been unified, and it is thousands of miles away. The flags of the Falcon Dynasty are planted in the territory. There will be no results if you persist like this! Why don't you think about other aspects?"

Rui Tangting leaned softly and weakly in the fat man's arms, with long hair like a waterfall, and beautiful eyes looking at the stars outside the window, and said softly, "I understand what your Majesty means. Although I don't want to admit it, although there are disputes in the grassland, most of them are peaceful." The fact that the empire's rule has been recognized is irrefutable. Currently, the Eastern Army is disintegrated and the Western Army is in a doldrums. Bertrand Bonnie's border guards are eyeing the grassland. Even if they have ambitions, they are gone. Look. Look at the old man Bocasli who has experienced the rise and decline of Dongting and the changes of two eras. Now he is just an ordinary fishing old man in Zhivadin. If there is no more flag belonging to the grassland people, the grassland Hundreds of years of glory and pride have just withered in the cold winter. Does your Majesty want to see such a grassland? The grassland cavalry at that time were just sheep, not the most courageous cavalry under your Majesty's command."

The fat man touched Ruitang Tingna's long, smooth hair, feeling the stubborn persistence in the heart of this magnificent princess in his arms. He was silent for a while, not knowing what to say. Such a situation in the grassland is inextricably linked to myself.

In order to suppress this powerful enemy in the northern grassland, he launched several wars. From the West Court to the East Court, hundreds of thousands of grassland people were killed and injured, and countless grassland heroes fell. The grassland that once dominated the inland areas for hundreds of years has been completely trampled to pieces by the Falcon Empire's cavalry. The east and west are thousands of miles away. The grassland people have formed a consciousness in their hearts that confrontation with the empire is a dead end. This is the general trend.

According to the report of the Supervision Department, the leader of the Eight Departments of Dongting, who has the qualifications of a hero but was born at the wrong time, his greatest pleasure now is to go fishing on the river outside Zhivadin City. Feeling the warm sunset shining on this kind old man, Next to them were laughing children running back and forth on the river, and the carriages were sparkling. Few people knew that the old man from Zilou, who was grinning from ear to ear just by mentioning a few small fishes under the bridge, was the man who once counted several fishes. The commander of a hundred thousand cavalry who once trampled the grasslands of the northern mountains and rivers,

Until now, Fatty still admires Bocasli's decisiveness and self-sacrifice. He imprisoned himself in exchange for the survival of the Western Army. It seems cowardly, but in fact it is full of the heroic forbearance that the prairie people are accustomed to. For the continuation of the tribe, Bocasli chose personal sacrifice. Otherwise, the current situation of the Eastern Army being swallowed up and divided would be a reflection of the Western Army.

Bocasli is worthy of being a man who has witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties. When he realized that nothing could be done, he gave up decisively. Instead of fighting to the death and losing the last bit of the prairie people's capital, it is better to endure and hide, and wait until the cold wind that freezes everything passes, and then grow. Green buds. And Ruitang Tingna undoubtedly chose another path. Regardless of whether she truly loved herself or not, she ultimately chose marriage, sacrificed herself, saved millions of lives in the Dongting Grassland, and left the last piece of independent land for the grassland people.

This is the heart of the grassland. Things change and people change. The short-lived Dongting Grassland Dynasty has gradually faded from people’s eyes.

In order for the grassland to survive under the iron fist of the empire, Bocasli imprisoned himself and Solomon Dagon died in battle. Ruitang Tina chose to take advantage of the situation and persisted in their own way. Although Ruitang Tina's power gradually grew, it was the end of the war. Under the banner of the Imperial Princess instead of the Princess of the East Courtyard, the reason why the fat man Turning a blind eye was not because he had completely fallen into the gentle land of Ruitang Tingna, but because he knew very well that if this woman really dared to raise a flag of rebellion, hundreds of thousands of people under his command would immediately flee. No matter how hard this woman tried, she would just stop here. Of course, that was not what the fat man wanted to see.

"That's good, it can just fill in the vacant space of the Slavs! That's the battlefield suitable for cavalry to fight!" The fat man thought for a while, and finally wrote an order on the report, allowing the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs to transfer people from Ruitang Tingna's command 40,000 prairie cavalry came to Oparo,

"I guess this time, this woman is going to come to accuse me again!" The fat man put down his pen, thinking of Ruitang Tingna's pretty face turning pale with anger, he suddenly burst into laughter, stood up from his seat, put his hands behind his back, and raised his head. Looking outside the tent,

The drizzle was so cute that it felt cool as the wind hit my face. I stretched out my tongue and licked it, it was a bit salty.

“It’s the rainy season again!”

The fat man discovered a very interesting phenomenon. Every time it seemed that the fate of the kingdom was decided, God would always take special care of him. It would rain heavily or drizzle, which always made people feel that the road ahead was hazy and they could not see the future clearly. direction, (the author likes rain. The fat man expressed his helplessness)

The last time I was bathed in the icy heavy rain, it was the Staros battlefield where hundreds of thousands of troops were strangled. I used 150,000 elites to set up Staros, and with a miraculous counterattack, in the two places of Rode and Ruidian In the gap between the great powers, he swallowed up the menacing 200,000 Ruidian troops chasing after him in one go.

In that battle, the two armies were galloping forward and backward, fighting each other. The battle was fought like a long snake, winding for more than ten kilometers. The last trace of national destiny of the Ruidian Kingdom, the century-old hegemon of the mainland, was finally exhausted in this battle. Corpses were everywhere, and countless 200,000 troops died in the battle. A few years later, the wasteland was opened up. Farmers can still find white bones wearing armor in remote wilderness.

The surrender of Palavon, the thousand-year-old imperial capital, without a fight directly announced the fate of the Ikadiva continent for a hundred years in advance. The confrontation between the two powers ended. After this battle, the Falcon Kingdom relied on its power to destroy the country, and the kingdom was renamed the Falcon Dynasty. Showing to the entire Ikadiva continent that he wants to end the five hundred years of turmoil and restore the original Ikadiva Millennium Dynasty's ambition, with the blood of hundreds of thousands of people. laid the foundation of a dynasty,

But now, he wants to enter the empire from the dynasty. Do you still need rivers of blood under your feet?

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Denia is here!"

The warning voice of the guard came from beside him, interrupting the fat man's thoughts. He raised his head and saw the Duke of Denia wearing a knight's armor. He was wearing a red cape and was followed by five knight captains under his command. He had an evil look on his face. Come this way

"Your Majesty the Duke, what are you doing?" The fat man looked at the Duke of Denia who was walking closer with a stern face. The Duke of Denia's face turned a little blue.

"Does Your Majesty already know? Murphy O'Brien set fire to the southwest capital, causing more than 100,000 casualties in the southwest," the Duke of Denia asked unceremoniously.

"Well, I did receive such news! But it has not been implemented yet. Because of this, I called everyone to hold a meeting in the evening to discuss the issue of marching into the southwest." The fat man looked at the somewhat angry Duke of Denia and nodded, with a calm tone. said

"This information no longer needs to be implemented. I can guarantee my reputation that it is absolutely true! I have arranged for someone in the southwest capital. The situation reported there is even worse than the rumors." Duke Denia heard this. The reason, his angry face calmed down, and he gritted his teeth and said

"Your Majesty, please order the march immediately," Duke Denia said with stern eyes, "Murphy O'Brien's atrocities have aroused the anger of the Southwest Army. I can guarantee that if we march now, the Southwest Army in front will be defeated." If you don’t fight, you will collapse!”

"The meeting was postponed to the evening because we don't need to deal with the Southwest Army at all!" The fat man looked at the somewhat angry Duke of Denia and chuckled. "The Southwest Army has surrendered to us, and the door to the Southwest is open! So! We are just about to hold a meeting. We are marching into the southwest, not fighting. I don’t want everyone to be unhappy because of their own selfish interests after entering the southwest. I believe your Excellency the Duke understands what I mean!

"That's it!" When the Duke of Denia heard that the Southwest Army had surrendered, his eyes suddenly lit up, and an inexplicable emotion flashed through his eyes. After a moment of silence, he asked, "I would like to ask, what are your Majesty's plans to do with the Southwest?"

"What do you mean by Your Excellency the Duke? In this northwest battle, you all contributed a lot, especially Your Excellency the Duke who joined our side without hesitation." The fat man squinted his eyes and looked at the Duke of Denia with unknown meaning.

"Of course..." Duke Denia opened his mouth to say, but his eyes suddenly met the fat man's, and his expression suddenly changed, "I don't dare, the southwest is your majesty's southwest, and how to deal with it is your majesty's business. I still have this kind of awareness!" Duke Denia lowered his head, showing a rare hint of compromise, and said in an awkward tone.

"How can that be done? The Duke leads a 20,000-strong army to help. There is no way he can't give any explanation at all!" The fat man laughed cheerfully. Among the two giants in the northwest forces with 100,000 troops, Rosende has been reduced to nothing. In the imperial lands, only Denia is relatively strong. The relationship between Northwest and Denia is pretty good. Constantly moving around the center line, Duke Denia has always been able to maintain his leadership position in the lower northwest. It can be seen from the change in Duke Denia's tone just now that Denia's position is changing under the influence. Facing the northwest coast With the sudden display of great strength, the always tough Duke of Denia actually learned to give in.

"It's said to be a help, but actually...it would be nice if it could not be said to be a hindrance!"

The Duke of Denia shook his head in embarrassment and said with a wry smile, "Thinking of the brutality of the Sona River battle that day, your army was the main force. But just like that, I led the army across the river to pursue, but fell into an ambush by the Guards. 20,000 Six thousand warriors died. If your army had not arrived in time, I would have been killed."

"You and I are allies, let's not talk about helping!" The fat man spoke solemnly, suddenly looked at the Duke of Denia, and said slowly, "What do you think of the two areas of Antoulu and Bikaster, Your Excellency the Duke?"

"Antoulu and Bicaster?"

Duke Denia was surprised for a moment, and a trace of confusion flashed across his face, but he still said

"Antoulu and Bicastrian are two important areas on the border between Rosende and Denia. Antoulu has a huge iron mine, and Bicastrian is a famous iron forging center. These two places produce weapons account for two-thirds of the number of weapons in Rosende,

Regarding these two areas, I launched two battles five years ago, although both times I was repulsed by the old fox in Rasonde. But it was my two active attacks that made Denia become a powerful country on par with the established power Rosende in the eyes of the northwest forces!

"If Your Excellency the Duke has no objections, Antulu and Bicaster should be regarded as the reward of Your Excellency the Duke for this battle!" The fat man looked at the excited expression on Duke Denia's face and walked towards his desk. Pull out a document from the file, pick up the pen, and sign your ugly name.

Antoulu and Bicastrian are certainly important. But for the Falcon Empire, which has a vast territory and abundant resources, this resource is still insignificant, but for Denia, which is only a regional power, these two regions are simply two pieces of land that can produce gold. For the Duke of Denia, a practical guy, vested interests are always the most attractive.

"Your Majesty. You...you are!"

The Duke of Denia was completely stunned by this unexpected surprise. He stood there blankly, holding a document in his hand that he almost didn't know how he received it.

This is a transfer document. Wikija Falcon has already signed his name. As long as he writes his name in the other place, these two pieces make him think about it day and night. He has lost tens of thousands of soldiers but has not taken the place. , it is his own. With the iron from Antoulu and the forging craftsmen from Bicaste, the Principality of Denia has achieved self-sufficiency in weapon forging. Otherwise, it would cost the Principality every year to purchase weapons. What a pitiful savings.

"There will be a military meeting in the evening. I am going to choose to march to the southwest in the name of the Falcon Empire instead of the northwest coast!" The fat man looked at the almost dumbfounded Duke of Denia. He reached out and patted the Duke of Denia on the shoulder. Like a sharp sword passing by, he said slowly

"What do you think, Your Excellency the Duke?"

"Falcon Empire?"

The Duke of Denia was not a fool. He blinked. No wonder the Vecian Falcon is so generous, the Empire! The Duke of Denia was trembling in his heart. This was such an unattainable glory that represented the glory of the country. This meant that the word "His Majesty the Falcon" had to be changed to "His Majesty the Emperor". Whether the northwest belonged to the Gallic Empire or the Falcon Empire , it doesn’t matter to Denia. What the Duke of Denia values ​​is who can give him the benefits he deserves.

As long as the Falcon Empire does not harm its own interests, it doesn't matter what the name is. Moreover, judging from the current situation, the strength of the Falcon Empire is so great that it has reached the level of Shunchang in the northwest. Just look at Rosende and you will know, Wiki Ya Falcon's methods are so ruthless,

What's more, this is a man with the name of the God of War. Thinking of the countless floating corpses of the Guards blocking the fifty-meter wide river on the Sona River, Duke Denia couldn't help but shudder in his heart. It was a rare moment. He lowered his head for the second time, put his hand on his right chest, and said slowly

"As you wish, His Majesty the Falcon Emperor!"

"Come on, we are allies! Whether it is the northwest coast or the Falcon Empire, I believe we will cooperate happily!"

The fat man said with a smile. Looking at the sincere face of Duke Denia, he had determined that the biggest obstacle tonight no longer existed. The two regions had gained the support of Duke Denia, the most powerful Duke in the northwest. Already jumped into the trap.

"The overall situation has been decided!"

Looking at the back of Duke Denia leaving happily, the corners of the fat man's mouth suddenly turned up, revealing a cunning smile. With Antulu's iron and Bicaster's weapons forged, according to Duke Denia's character , will inevitably vigorously expand the military industry, which is a very money-consuming industry. If weapons cannot be sold, they are just a pile of scrap metal.

The already weak economic foundation of the Principality of Denia has already been weakened by the Duke of Denia's more than ten years of militarism. It is like a blood vessel that is already weak and about to burst. Now it suddenly gets the coveted area. The massive expansion of the military industry is like suddenly drawing blood from a chronically ill person. Eventually the Principality of Denia will be crushed by itself.

The only way to save themselves is to rely on the Falcon Empire's business line and exchange weapons for money. But if this is done, the economic lifeline of the Principality of Denia will fall into the hands of the empire.

If the militaristic Denia is a sharp blade, all he has to do now is to insert it into the scabbard and remove the edge! Only in this way can the northwest be stable. (To be continued...)