Realm of Power

The brightly lit corridor was quiet, and in the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone golden on the tall spiers of the four-corner towers and the continuous roofs of the buildings in the center. Some sunlight passed through the lattice glass on the roof and fell on the wall diagonally below the room, turning into colorful patterns and spots of light, like an empty theater with a silent movie playing in the dark. Several Imperial University students Attendants were wearing traditional black robes, standing in front of the steps talking, or walking slowly. A few pigeons flew up, flying over the open space and buildings in front, and circled a large circle around the far end of the city square, and then Fly back. Or fall on the exquisite sculptures on the wall pillars, or fall on the edge of the fountain, making a cooing sound

In the corridor, with a post every three steps and a sentry every five steps, stood hundreds of guard knights wearing royal mark armor. The gorgeous armor carried the majesty of the royal family.

Each guard knight has been carefully selected, handsome and energetic, with a dazzling red cloak behind him. The whole person stands there like a pleasing scenery. The entire corridor seems to be immersed in a world different from the mundane world. In the plane, time passes slowly.

The young Emperor of Gaul put his hands behind his back, and his eyes wandered on the mural in the corridor. This is a familiar oil painting of the Battle of Erza. It was painted in the corridor of the nave near the side door of the Second Research Room. It describes a period of more than three hundred years. , the most important battle before the establishment of the Gallic Empire,

In the middle of every month, this place will be closed, and the Emperor of the Empire will come here in person to appreciate various famous paintings. Since three years ago, this has been an open secret of the Imperial University, but no one knows that, in fact, His Majesty the Emperor's His eyes did not pay attention to the priceless paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor hall, but only stayed in front of an unsurprising mural for an hour or two. In the neatly marbled courtyard outside the corridor, several senior officers of the Imperial Guard were gathered around and talking in a low voice.

Two teams of guard knights stood silently at the side entrance. Dozens of guardsmen guarding the surroundings stood upright and stared straight ahead.

The atmosphere here is a bit solemn. The faces of the senior generals in the courtyard were not very pretty. They were talking in low voices and looking down the corridor from time to time. When it comes to excitement, his face is livid,

War reports from the southwest of the empire have come. After the defeat in the Battle of the Sone River, the Eighth Gallic Army, which was secretly transferred from the eastern battlefield to fight in the southwest, also suffered heavy losses. In just about ten days, the 110,000 troops were defeated by the northwest rebels. A, not only did the battle losses reach 70,000 people, but even the commander of the army, He Baili, died in this battle. The Rusty area, which was originally controlled by the empire, lost half of it due to this battle. The situation of the war suddenly took a turn for the worse.

This news, like a stone falling into the water, immediately caused an uproar in the entire Gallic army.

The Vecian Falcon in the northwest became famous again, completely surpassing the Slavs who were raging in the northern part of the empire, and became the most popular topic in the capital of Gaul at the age of twenty-five. With a huge and invincible army, invincible and invincible, this rising force suddenly appeared in the northwest. In just six months, it almost devoured the empire's nearly 300,000 troops, causing the already declining Gallic Empire to become increasingly stretched in terms of military strength.

His Majesty the Emperor immediately summoned the new Undersecretary of Military Affairs Radha Biso. The officers of the Gallic military circles and members of the royal family were in Kyoto anxiously inquiring about all the news related to the northwest. The 200,000 Gallic army fell in front of the northwest rebels! Since the battle between the two heroes sixty years ago, Gaul has not suffered such heavy losses for a long time. Even in the previous war with the Central Asians, the number of casualties was only 150,000, and the 200,000-strong army ! It is no longer a regional battle, but a battle between empires.

No one can believe this is true, but whether it is a series of news coming from the western part of the empire or the unanimous silence of the Imperial Ministry of Affairs on this matter, it has truly shown its authenticity.

The current generals of the Gallic Ministry of Military Affairs have become a mess. The Eighth Army collapsed. The Sixth Army independently supported the western war situation. The Eighth Army collapsed too suddenly. No matter how smart, experienced or imaginative it was, The powerful imperial general held the combat situation map at that time in his hand and looked at the comparison of the strength of the two sides. He was unable to calculate a result close to the truth from the deduction.

It’s incredible. Everyone who reviewed the report thought so.

But when they think about it from Hebaili's perspective, they all feel that if they were Hebaili, in the unknown situation of encountering a large-scale cavalry raid and two main infantry regiments being continuously disabled, in order to avoid The enemy will try their best to reduce losses, and will also issue orders to strengthen defense and not to fight at will.

The other party undoubtedly took advantage of this. The other party advanced too fast, like a bolt of lightning across the sky.

In just 11 days when no one could react, they launched precise and very effective cutting tactics against the Eighth Army. Like a big net, they completely trapped the Eighth Army, and then decapitated them with one blow, as cleanly as Among thousands of troops, the enemy commander's head was taken off with one sword.

I have never encountered such a fierce enemy. When all the arrangements were deduced, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of all the Gallic generals. Such tactics had never been encountered before. It was neither an orthodox head-on confrontation between large corps nor a customary one. Some are harassment and destruction, but they are conspiracies that people cannot guard against.

The reorganized army of 110,000 people was attacked and beaten into a sieve by the enemy's cavalry. Because of fear, they were all nailed to the spot. In this way, the enemy used only 10,000 people to easily take down the headquarters of the entire army from the core position of the 100,000-strong army!

Everyone felt like seeing a porcupine from the battle diagram, relying on its thorns, rushing into the forest and slapping a tiger. Taking advantage of the tiger's daze, the porcupine suddenly turned into a lion and knocked the tiger down directly. It was really too fast, first virtual and then real, like a phantom attack, and the sudden fatal blow was really fast and dazzling! In just over ten days, a main corps of 100,000 soldiers of the Empire was wiped out. The Military Affairs Department held a meeting overnight and urgently issued an order to send reinforcements to the area near Rusty. His Majesty the Emperor also ordered Hasen Rambo of the Sixth Army to be appointed as the general commander of the Rusty region. As long as Hasen Rambo needs it, the resources and patients in the entire Rusty region can be deployed at will. In order to support the tense Rusty region as soon as possible, the staff of the Military Affairs Department dispatched. One by one, their eyes were red, and the mobilization orders were issued like water. The local garrisons in various places began to move to the Rusty region in an endless stream. It is undeniable that the Gaul Empire's ruling foundation for more than 300 years is extraordinary. Under the mobilization of all forces, the number of local troops is very objective. After all, it is also a great empire that has ruled the northern part of Obarro for more than a hundred years. Once it is really running, the war potential it shows is very amazing. The local army that received the order had 11 infantry regiments. Their combat effectiveness was not very good, and their numbers were uneven, but the important thing was that they were numerous. With 10,000 of you and 5,000 of me, they soon formed a considerable force in the Rusty area.

Everyone could feel that this northwest rebellion was turning into a huge storm that shook the entire western part of the empire. First, the northwest broke away from the control of the empire, then the southwest, and now Rusty, in just two months. The army and energy lost by the empire in the west took a hundred years to accumulate.

One-fifth of the empire's area is breaking away from the empire. This situation is no longer dangerous. All the Gallic soldiers are paying attention to the western part of the empire. Everyone can feel it faintly. The decisive battle related to the century-old national destiny of Gaul is coming.

"Your Majesty, Rusty urgent military report!" A carriage drove into the side yard quickly, and a royal guard officer jumped off, nodded to the officers present, and then strode towards His Majesty the Emperor who was staring at the strokes in the corridor.

"It's the Rusty region again. I hope it won't get worse!"

The generals followed the guard officer and looked towards the corridor. The young figure standing motionless in front of the mural with his hands behind his back has attracted too many eyes at this moment. The war in the west has already shaken the country. His every move will represent the fate of thousands of lives. The generals know that Rusty will soon launch a counterattack. His Majesty the Emperor even made an exception and came here once more. His Majesty the Emperor wants to pray for the war ahead here

"How is it?" The young emperor felt the arrival of the officer, his eyes left the mural, and turned around

"Your Majesty, there has been a famine riot in the Rusty region, which has now affected five cities. Lord Hasen Rambo believes that if there is not enough food delivered, these areas will eventually turn into a full-scale riot!" The guard officer stood at attention and answered with a serious look

"Riot? It's really surprising!" The young emperor picked up the report, glanced at it for a few times, and muttered to himself solemnly,

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"There are quite a lot of people!" A black carriage was moving on the road. The fat man put his hand on the curtain of the window and looked out of the window. Thousands of hungry people lined up along the road for more than ten miles. Because there were too many hungry people, even the carriage with fifty guards cavalry guards was delayed at the city gate for a full hour before entering the inner city. These areas with more hungry people were all the areas of the city that had just been taken over.

The border between the two sides was not specifically defined. It was originally a war zone. The defense lines of both sides were intertwined. In the Rusty area controlled by the Falcon Army, the number of hungry people was also surging. This expected storm was unexpected. The tense situation between the two sides was interrupted by the outside. A large number of hungry people blocked the road, leaving both sides helpless. The Sixth Army took the opportunity to make up for the defects in the defense line, and the Falcon Army also had to stop preparing to launch an offensive. Taking advantage of this gap, Fatty decided to meet with the representatives of the local forces. Although the army is powerful, the control time is too short after all. Moreover, if you want to suppress the occupied area in a short time and reduce the contradictions as much as possible, the combination with the local forces is the inevitable way. Facts have also proved that at any time, the local forces developed based on the local area are like fence-sitters. With the appearance of the business alliance, they soon expressed their willingness to surrender to the Falcon Empire. The head of the local forces, Wallace, was waiting for the arrival of Fatty in the government hall in the city. There were more than a dozen people with the same status as him. Most of them knew each other. After looking at each other, everyone kept silent in tacit understanding.

As a Gallic aristocrat with the status of a viscount, Valette's appearance has nothing to do with aristocrats. His fat body is 1.9 meters tall. Sitting on the sofa, he looks like a mountain bear wearing a mane. His eyes are very thin. If you don't look hard enough, you can barely see where his pupils are, giving you the feeling that you can't figure out the details. He has been waiting for the other person in the Government Affairs Office for a full 2 ​​hours. This has never happened before. Even before, no one had ever treated him with such arrogance.

But at this moment, he did not dare to show a trace of impatience. The Vekia Falcon, the emperor of the emerging Falcon Empire, could make his heart tremble just thinking about such a figure. He could get this person who had just defeated Gao When the hero of the Lu Empire met him, Hualette could already foresee what kind of future was waiting for him. The other party needed someone who could assist him in his rule. And he also needed a big tree. This time he was approached by a deacon from the Business Alliance, who was mainly responsible for affairs on the northwest coast. Only those who have truly come into contact with the power of the Business Alliance will know how powerful this alliance is. . Wallett agreed to this request almost without hesitation.

The others were roughly the same as him. In the eyes of underground time, they only saw interests and paid little attention to the concept of the country. The Falcon Army crushed them with force and the Gallic Army was defeated like a mountain. The local forces were experiencing bloody turmoil. Under the thunder of the army, Shunchang was destroyed.

The carriage stopped at the door of the Interior Hall, and the fat man got off the carriage. When I raised my head, I felt a slightly moist cool breeze blowing against my face. I took a deep breath and my mind cleared. The accompanying Guards cavalry stopped their horses and sent out sentry posts straight up from the steps of the Interior Hall. Densely packed, watching everything around them vigilantly.

The fat man walked up the steps wearing a rare heavy armor. He had long heard that the Falcon Army was now feared by the Gauls and called the "Devil Army". The fat man didn't mind at all about such a name. The Demon King Armor on his body was also From top to bottom, it gives people a feeling of blood and violence. The armor plates are all made of fine steel, with a dark luster shining in the pitch black.

"Your Majesty!" The two captains of the Guards, each with their own cavalry, knelt down on one knee at the door of the Interior Hall.

"Are you all ready?" Fatty asked with a cold face.

"Everyone has arrived!" the Guards Captain responded in a low voice, "Your Majesty's breakfast is also ready!"

"Bring those people here, I don't have that much time, so I'll meet them during breakfast!" The fat man thought for a moment, strode into the door, and casually added, "Put the Licante wine on the table!"

"Yes!" The captain of the Guards nodded quickly and quickly turned around and left.

The place where the fat man had breakfast was in a large square of the Government Affairs Office, because there were too many people to meet. In addition to local figures, there were also some regional lords in the Rusty region. As an area directly under the jurisdiction of the Emperor of Gaul, these The lord's strength is not strong. At most, he is at the level of a manor lord. His main tasks are It is not fighting, but management, helping the Gallic emperor manage his own industry. This is the product of a system unique to Gaul, slavery. In the Gallic Empire, the emperor also had his own slaves, and these slaves were under the control of the emperor himself. working in the manor, so the imperial property and the inner court property are completely different things.

The first people the fat man saw were these manor owners. Although they were of low status, they belonged to the Emperor of Gaul after all. Before these manor owners could recover from the horror of the war, they were captured by the Falcon soldiers and imprisoned in cells for several days. , now being driven out, there are hundreds of people kneeling in the darkness on the muddy ground. 20 Guards Cavalry wearing armor and holding weapons are riding back and forth around them. On the grass dozens of feet away, a pile of burning roaring bonfire,

The fat man silently took a sip of the wine. The red wine was easily reminiscent of the red wine. The fat man could see these private properties belonging to the Emperor of Gaul shivering.

"I hope there won't be any examples of loyal ministers here!" The fat man waved his hand feeling a little bored. The disposal of these manor owners was a bit troublesome. Many of the people who could serve the Emperor of Gaul were agricultural experts. These people have gathered the agricultural technology of the entire Gallic Empire. Even if they are relatively backward, they can still learn from it. After all, the land characteristics of Obarro are still very different from that of Ikadiva.

"This is your last chance." The fat man had a serious look on his face. He picked up the tall glass and stretched it to the side. A guard captain immediately picked up the bottle and filled half of it. The bright red wine was as bright as blood. "I am very patient." There is a limit." The fat man took a sip, and a little liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth. "Now you have two choices, one is to be loyal to the Emperor of Gaul, and the other is to serve me!"

"Yes, yes, we are willing to serve you." After hearing the fat man's words, most people immediately kowtowed like chickens pecking at rice, completely ignoring the mud on their faces, and cried bitterly, but there were also more than a dozen people, one after another. The face was cold, which made the fat man's heart sink slightly. Sure enough, there are still people like this. He looked at the dozen people who had no expression, and compared the list in his hand. Five gardeners, six agriculturalists Expert!

"Those who are willing can go, there will be someone to manage you!" The fat man waved his hands expressionlessly, and most of the people quickly dispersed. The fat man glanced at the dozen or so people who insisted on staying, without any expression. (To be continued...)