Realm of Power

In early July, the Gauls were immersed in the celebration of the first anniversary of the emperor's accession to the throne. Although there are discordant tones of rebellion in the southwest, the streets and alleys are filled with fire-like enthusiasm. Lanterns are hung high, flags are fluttering, banners are fluttering in the wind, people are singing and dancing, and celebrating people hold celebrations in various cities: "Long Live the Empire" ! Your Majesty! "Long live the next" The streets were filled with various slogans. In a peaceful atmosphere, in the Rusty area on the border of the southwest region, the young local guard army officer Wicklock was happily walking on the road leading to the Second World War. The steps of the office of the guard commander on the building,

"Who is it?" The guard in front stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Well, don't you recognize it's me? I'm Wicklock from the Third Guard Team!" Wicklock looked arrogantly and looked at the guard who stopped him with some disdain. The weapon in the guard's hand forced him to stop. Footsteps, his sister is the wife of Andres, the local guard. As a local The brother-in-law of the garrison master, he always walks sideways in the garrison building here. Because something went wrong some time ago, he was sent out to hide for a month. He just came back today and was actually arrested at his brother-in-law's base camp. It's blocking the road. It would be embarrassing if word got out.

He angrily looked at the guard who blocked him with weapons. He thought he looked unfamiliar. He had never seen him before. He must be some newbie who had just arrived. With this thought, Rockwick said with a threatening face, "Newcomer." , I don’t care where you came from, you should go find out who I am, otherwise, I will make it difficult for you to walk around!”

"Wicklock?" A guard captain model walked out from behind the guard who stopped him. He opened a list in his hand and looked at it. He glanced at him again with a stern look on his face and replied, "No need to check. Your name is not on the attendee list. Please come back!”

"What? List of attendees! Are you kidding me? I'm Wickrock."

Wicklock looked angry. He didn't expect that he would be slapped in the face so nakedly. He suddenly cursed angrily, "Get it clear, Andres of the local garrison is my brother-in-law. You will regret it, and I will I’ll give you a nice gesture, and then I’ll send you blind guys to patrol the most dangerous areas.”

"Andres of the Local Guard? Is there a name like that?"

The guard captain looked at the list in his hand again, grinning slightly, still not there! However, officers of this level are not qualified to participate in today's meeting. There was no need to hesitate anymore. He turned around impatiently and waved his hand to his subordinates, "Drag him out! If you hear this guy making noise here again, he will be executed on the spot! The adults above don't want to hear such ignorant voices." ! "

"Executed on the spot!" Wicklock was a little frightened. It wasn't until he was thrown out hard that he realized that the whole building was inside. There was no one he knew,

"What's going on? Wicklock looked at the familiar building in a daze. He went to the right place. This is the building of the local guard regiment. Could it be that after a month, a guard regiment of more than a thousand people in Nuo Da disappeared like this? Already?

in the conference hall on the second floor of the building. A blond-haired legionnaire was pointing at the map on the wall with a wooden whip.

"According to the latest intelligence, the northwest rebels continue to take control of the southwestern region and have already gained control of three-quarters of the southwest region. The total strength is approximately 220,000 people. Intelligence shows that some infantry groups are moving toward The gathering in the southwest may exceed 250,000 in mid-to-late July, and the area under our control is in the southwest. There are 50,000 troops in the Mansion area. The northwest rebels have adopted encirclement tactics, but they have not launched a strong attack. They probably want to draw out our reinforcements and take a bite. At present, the opponent does not know that our army has arrived! In the Rusty area, which is only separated from the southwest by a river, if our army moves according to the opportunity, it can receive good results from surprise attacks."

"According to the strategic deployment of His Majesty the Emperor, our Sixth Army will put the Rusty area into combat in the southwest according to the situation!" Hassen Rimbaud, commander of the Sixth Army of the Gallic Empire, swept his sharp eyes over the generals of the army participating in the meeting. Opening the folder on the desktop in his hand, he read His Majesty the Emperor's order aloud.

He is forty-one years old and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. If he were not wearing a straight Imperial Army regiment commander's uniform, he would be easily reminded of a teacher in school. On the Eastern battlefield, his name is completely different from his appearance. Match, Tiger of Gaul! The Sixth Army under his command totaled 110,000, of which 30,000 stayed in Imperial Kyoto to attend His Majesty the Emperor's celebration. The other 80,000 were divided into six batches and took over the defense of the Rusty area in accordance with the custom of changing defenses. This is why the place The reason why the guard regiment's station suddenly turned into a legion's station

The Rusty area was originally the second line of defense deployed by the empire against the Congolese people. Once the southwest region was breached, Rusty was used to block the frontline battlefield of the Congolese soldiers, so all the facilities for garrisoning the army were complete. The spacious barracks, coupled with the large amount of military rations hoarded as usual all year round, are enough to support the garrison of thirty armies.

"Sir, His Majesty the Emperor said he would choose to attack based on the situation, but when can we attack?"

After listening to Hasen Rimbaud reading the order, a young general about twenty-five years old stood up and asked with an unhappy expression, "Our army has been in the Rusty area for half a month, and we are resting every day. Rest, as far as I know, not only did we receive the order to counter the rebellion in the southwest, but the Eighth Army also received the order. The two legions combined have more than 200,000 people. Do we still need to be afraid of a group of so-called rebels? "

This young general is called Bokasu. He is wearing a general uniform, but the aloofness in his tone gives people a feeling of being out of place. Being able to climb to the position of general of the empire and command more than 20,000 troops before the age of thirty is such a feat. Proving that he is not only capable, but also has a background that cannot be ignored.

Seeing Bocasu's question, Hasen Rimbaud's stern face showed a rare fluctuation, and he cursed secretly, "What is this playboy doing, leaving the good adjutant of the Kyoto Imperial Guard to go to the field troops sleeping in the open air?" It is right for young people to be arrogant, but it also depends on who they are treating.

I am the majestic leader of the imperial regiment. Even your grandfather, Bokasu, who was the former prime minister of the empire, couldn't be as arrogant and ignorant as you when he saw it.

"General Bocassu of the Fifth Infantry Regiment! The so-called rebels you call just defeated Stanley Spencer at the Sone River! The Empire paid a hundred thousand lives for this"

With a bit of dissatisfaction. Hassan Rambo said in a bad tone, "If I remember correctly, you served as Stanley Spencer's deputy during your one-month internship in the Eastern Battlefield. In a sense, Stanley Spencer can be regarded as your teacher." Is this your attitude when facing an opponent who defeated your teacher? "

"My subordinate is too rude, I'm just talking about the matter! Please don't take it to heart!" Bokasu opened his mouth. He didn't expect that Hassan Rimbaud, who had never spoken much, spoke so rudely, so he could only choose to say with a depressed face. sit down,

Although he is known as the playboy of Kyoto. But he is not an idiot. If famous generals like Stanley Spencer have been defeated, he really has no qualifications to shout here. Moreover, this is Hassen Rimbaud's Sixth Army after all. The name of the Tiger of Gaul is not in vain. Yep, Hassan Rimbaud is different from smooth Stanley Spencer. The Sixth Army was known as the Tiger Army in the Gallic Army. It had six infantry regiments under its command and fought very bravely. It once had an astonishing record of losing more than half of its battles and still not collapsing. Similarly, as the commander of the Tiger Army, Hassan Rimbaud, The external feeling is also as solid as steel. A die-hard who doesn't like oil and salt,

"Then continue to explain the layout of this battle!" Hassen Rimbaud waved his hand, and the legionary adjutant standing on the podium continued to explain the situation,

"That's it for the layout. Let's have lunch and have a good rest!" At noon, Hassan Rimbaud closed the plan book in his hand and ordered to everyone.

Before I knew it, the morning passed like this. It was really boring! Bokasu sighed slightly. I stood up from my seat in disappointment. It was such a tiring and helpless meeting. What was just decided was still based on the situation as always! This had to make Bokasu feel a little annoyed.

Obviously you can take action first. One battle will determine the outcome, but now both the Sixth Army and the Eighth Army seem to be holding on to the idea of ​​​​waiting and waiting. However, if the current situation becomes clear, the northwest rebels will not attack the southwest capital. There must be heavy troops deployed on the rescue road. Whoever goes first will have to face up to 200,000 northwest rebels. They will block in front and intercept in the back. They will fight bloody battles all the way. It is not certain whether they can be rescued.

The leader of the northwest rebels, Vecchia Falcon, is a commander who is known as the God of War. Although most Gallic generals are not interested in this title, his ability to defeat an experienced battlefield general like Stanley Spencer in one fell swoop also proves this The name is not just a random one, at least it is somewhat real. Such an opponent would have already opened his pockets, waiting for someone to infiltrate them.

Through the window, Bocassou saw Hassan Rimbaud walking up to a carriage parked downstairs and walking away. He was not nervous at all before the war. It is said that the Tiger of Gaul had not been in the Eastern battlefield for four days. After leaving the command headquarters, other colleagues sat together according to their own relationships, eating special food, laughing and talking loudly, all about interesting things that had happened recently, and none of them mentioned the Southwest. , because everyone knows that the southwest has become a dilemma, whether it is mentioned or not

Bocasu uninterestedly separated a piece of grilled crucian carp with a fork, and put the tender and delicate fish meat into his mouth. It was bland and tasteless.

Is this really a war front? Through the window of the restaurant, Bokasu looked at the yellow spots illuminated by the sunlight from the dense leaves outside the window. The only thing that was calm was the swaying caused by the wind blowing through the leaves. He was in a trance. Occasionally, he heard the laughter of other colleagues in his ears. It's so peaceful here, war is so out of reach!

Among the Tiger Army, only he or he was the most urgent to save the southwest. Bokasu couldn't help but smile bitterly. Most people thought that if the northwest rebels could fight with the remaining troops in the southwest until they were exhausted, then the army would be able to wave back. , It’s hard to say that I picked it up cheaply, but Bocassu can’t just do this, teacher Stanley Spencer He is still deeply trapped in the southwest, and the one he has always admired in his heart is said to be trapped in the southwest. This time, thanks to a big favor, he finally arranged to join the Tiger Army responsible for the rescue in the southwest, and found a general with real power. If there is Unexpectedly, Bokasu knew that Hassan Rimbaud, who had always disliked him, was eager to drive him away as soon as possible.

Feeling bored, he dipped his hand into the red wine in the glass, drew a slanted horizontal bar on the table, then put a dot on one side of the horizontal bar, and said to himself out of boredom, "That's fine here." It's the Dutroux Highlands as the border. In terms of topography, this place is comparable to the same border. Alxa, an important town in the world, is much higher. If it were me, I would send people to occupy this place. Standing on this plateau, I can overlook the entire area. This is the commanding height of the entire area. If there are enough cavalry troops, we can attack from here. Entry. Gee, I can’t even imagine it!

"What's wrong, my Lord Bokasu!"

A middle-aged officer about forty years old came over carrying his own plate of food. His gray hair did not match his energetic face.

WKU. The adjutant of the 5th Infantry Regiment of the Sixth Army of Gaul, that is to say, he is the adjutant of Bocassou, a young and old man. Wenken has a good reputation in the Sixth Army, although his combat ability is not very good. But he works sincerely and has rich experience in handling affairs.

"It's nothing, just a little boring to entertain myself!"

When Bokasu saw the mature Wenken coming over, he smiled and crossed out what he had drawn out of boredom on the table. Little did he know that he was missing out on a life-or-death war. While crossing out these shapes, he was still thinking, how could this be possible? Unless the northwest rebels take the initiative to attack regardless of the possibility of facing enemies from both front and rear, such a situation is possible. Of course, if the opponent really does this, the garrison here, which has been replaced by the elite troops of Gaul, will give it a fierce counterattack. At that time , the 200,000 troops of the Sixth Army and the Eighth Army swarmed forward, and the northwest rebels had no other possibility but to be annihilated and defeated.

dutroux heights

The golden sunshine slowly penetrated the clouds, and the earth was bathed in the vibrant sunshine. The wild grasses in the highlands stretch themselves comfortably in the morning breeze, while the unknown wild flowers greedily absorb the sunlight, air and moisture under the sunlight, making themselves grow taller and stronger, and able to see higher and farther. , the time to stay in this world will be longer.

On the right wall of the nearly ruined Dutroux Fortress. The rising black smoke looked very abrupt and out of place in the air. The entire city wall was littered with scattered stones and rubble. The blackened section of the city was in a mess, with burnt corpses everywhere.

The majestic fortress that once guarded the highlands was suddenly attacked by more than 60,000 Falcon troops. In just half a day, only the burning ruins were left. The originally 5-meter-high city wall was neatly reduced to two sections, black and white. Fortunately, the remaining half of the city wall was burnt black by the smoke caused by the violent burning of incendiary bombs.

Under the base of the wall, there was still a fire burning that was not extinguished, emitting thick black smoke. The arrow towers on the city wall were the focus of attention. Whether it was the watchtowers protruding from the four corners of the fortress or the more than ten temporary arrow towers, they were all destroyed by several rounds of bombardment.

Under the blue sky, the slightly chilly autumn wind hit the fat man's stern face. He was riding on a majestic war horse consistent with his identity. The black devil armor on his body flashed with a ghostly luster in the sun. , a dozen cavalrymen in black armor lined up behind him, the falcon flag vibrated on the horses behind them,

"Your Majesty, the Rudit Highland Fortress has annihilated a total of 2,314 enemy defenders. The enemy troops have been wiped out." Salon galloped from the front, dismounted in front of the fat man, knelt down on one knee and reported the report, without any regard. and the quagmire at your feet that has not yet dried up because the rainy season has just ended,

"Pa" As soon as he knelt down, half of his legs were suddenly in the muddy water. The explosive muddy water exploded in all directions, but he didn't even frown. Behind him, a group of hunters wearing black armor... The Eagle Cavalry spread across the low highland fields ahead like water, and thick black smoke rose straight into the sky from the center of the fortress.

On the top of the dilapidated fortress, a Gallic garrison flag was cut off by soldiers. The broken battle flag fluttered like a kite with its string broken in the bright sunshine.

On July 11, 30,000 Falcon Cavalry broke into the Rusty area on the border with the southwest in an unexpected manner. In the early morning, in the faint morning light, the flag of the Falcon Cavalry appeared like a ghost on the marching Gallic Empire. In front of a hundred-man patrol on the border of the Eighth Army, the patrol of the Eighth Army of Gaul was stunned.

The horses' hooves rumbled, the wind howled, and the majestic force. The cavalry in black armor swooped down the hillside like an avalanche. A thousand shining swords kicked down with the thunderous horse hooves, and countless bright swords flashed. A dazzling white light,

"Northwestern Rebels!"

The patrol officer only had time to shout out a word before he was overwhelmed by the swift and fierce impact of thousands of black-armored cavalry. In one day, hundreds of squads of 10,000 falcon cavalry were sent to harass the Gauls. What does it mean to come and go like the wind? The commander of the Eighth Legion of Gaul quickly issued instructions to the troops stationed in various places. The order was issued, but the Falcon Army's assault was too sudden, and the war was fully ignited in one day. The Eighth Army on the flank corresponding to the Rudit Heights paid a price of more than a thousand people that day, and six troops dressed as local guards The main infantry regiment of the regiment was attacked at the same time, which made the commander of the Eighth Army jump on the spot.

"Asshole, find out the exact number of enemies immediately!"

Faced with the sudden flank attack, the commander of the Gallic Eighth Army was unable to mobilize his troops in time to respond. Troops from all sides were reporting attacks, completely frightened by the light cavalry roaring past the camp.

There was a unit disguised as a local garrison regiment, which even encountered six attacks in one night and fought almost all night.

The general of this unit thought that he was surrounded by the enemy's main cavalry. He almost ordered to abandon the defense line and move closer to the corps headquarters. Because he had no idea of ​​the situation, the Eighth Army could only order the attacked troops to defend themselves.

When the morning light of the next day rose from the horizon, 20,000 Falcon Central Cavalry who secretly crossed the Eighth Army's defense line had already stopped at the city of Lacey, the largest grain-producing area in the Rusty region.

In front of them was an endless and breathtaking golden wheat wave. Now it was July, when the harvest was imminent, and the earth was yellow in autumn.

"What a pity!" Salon's turbid one eye swept across the gold in front of him, and his cold-blooded eyes trembled a little. Finally, he raised his hand and shouted "Ignite!" (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!