Realm of Power

The dozen or so manor owners looked very determined, and the faces of the guards all had ferocious expressions. The hands of the two guard captains on duty had already grasped the hilts of the swords at their waists very cooperatively, as if they were about to bite people. Beast, the air is so heavy that water is about to drip,

"Have you all thought about it?"

The fat man raised his wine glass with a gloomy expression, and took another sip of the wine in his hand. The blood-like wine flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and the faces of more than a dozen manor owners turned pale. The murderous intention contained in these words so obvious

"Kill if you want, no need to say more!" As if he felt too much pressure and was afraid that others would waver, an old man in aristocratic clothes suddenly stood up from among a dozen people and stared at the fat man with angry eyes. , gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to kill, just kill. We are not those who are defeated by the wind. Our people and hearts belong to the noble Emperor. As for you, the tyrant who ordered the burning of wheat fields, we... ."

"Sure enough, there are still people like this!" The fat man rolled his eyes, waved his hand impatiently to the old man, and said, "It's you."

"What are you going to do!" The other dozen or so people panicked

"Teacher, you devils, let go of the teacher!"

A dozen guards on both sides rushed forward like wolves and tigers. Under the pale gazes of the other dozen people, the old man was grabbed by the guards' hands and dragged out. The old man was covered in mud but had a determined look on his face. With eyes like lightbulbs, he stared at the fat man without fear

"Name? Or you don't even have the courage to say your own name?" The fat man glanced at the old man half lying on the ground, with a chilling smile on his lips, but anyone who is familiar with his bad character will know that this kind of The feeling of smiling is like the moment of unconscious emotion exposed when prey takes the bait.

"Angeletusa!"

The old man's voice was trembling, and he seemed a little scared. He didn't know how "despicable and dangerous" the fat man was plotting against him. He held his head high and gritted his teeth as he vowed to die. Finally, I added a sentence: "I am a viscount of the Gallic Empire, so you should not have any illusions."

"No wonder, I said!" The fat man curled his lips in surprise. In the list of important figures collected from the Rusty area, there was indeed an old guy's name. He was not a soldier, but he was the most famous man in the entire Gallic Empire. One of the agricultural technicians, it is said that this great agriculturalist is conducting research on wheat improvement. Of course, Fatty does not think that in this era of extreme lack of technology. The so-called agricultural reform will not change much, but this old guy is indeed one of the few people in this era who concentrates on agricultural research.

It is said that he once proposed to the Emperor of Gaul to establish an agricultural research institute. This obviously inappropriate proposal was not only rejected by the Emperor of Gaul, but even became the laughing stock at the noble banquet at that time. According to the original words of the Gallic nobles, "Wheat is such a thing. In addition to making toast that the untouchables can enjoy, what else can it do? Instead of spending the empire's funds on feeding more untouchables, why not forge more weapons to open up new territories for His Majesty the Emperor? earth"

"Okay, starting today. You, Angeletusa, are the director of agricultural production in the Rusti region! You are mainly responsible for the comprehensive restoration of the destroyed farmland in the Rusti region. You need the manpower and materials. I will send them to you later. "The fat man looked at the old man and said slowly to everyone's surprise.

"What do you mean!" Angeletusa, who was already waiting for the beheading verdict, was completely stunned and almost thought he was hallucinating. But the equally surprised faces of others told him that everything was true!

"No, that's impossible!"

After standing still for a few seconds, Angeletusa seemed to have suffered a huge insult. His face turned red and he shouted angrily, "I reiterate again, I, Angeletusa, will not treat such a cruel guy like you." If you appoint me as the director of agricultural production, I will make all the land covered with grass!"

"Whatever you want! If it's really full of grass, I'll use it as a horse paddock."

The corners of the fat man's mouth turned up slightly, and he stood up from his seat very shamelessly. Looking at the stunned Angeletusa, he said coldly, "Anyway, the people who starve to death are the Rustians! You have also seen the situation outside. In fact, for me, how much does the life and death of the Rusti people have to do with me? Or, do you think a tyrant still has so-called compassion?"

"I will give you a kind of agricultural product called potatoes. Theoretically, it is suitable for low-cold areas like Rusty, but I need an experienced person to supervise it." The fat man looked at some of his lips. The green Angeletusa tilted her head and said unhurriedly, "I will give it to you." You have three months to restore agricultural production in the Rusty area. In three months, it will be cold winter. By then, will the fields be filled with potatoes so that more people can survive, or will they be filled with the corpses of hungry people? It’s all your business, Angeletusa, to make the weeds grow stronger!”

"You, shameless!" Angeletusa's whole body was trembling, and his face suddenly turned pale. He looked into the fat man's eyes as if he wanted to drink the fat man's blood, but everyone could see how helpless he was.

"The fat man chuckled and ordered the guards to drive Angeletusa and his gang out. The fat man straightened his collar and curled his lips slightly. Do you want to be a loyal minister? There are no doors! Soon, representatives of local forces were brought up.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Supreme Falcon!"

The leader was an old man, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and dark skin like an old farmer. His broad nose and thick lips made him look very honest. Wearing a black dress, he exuded a gloomy aura. More than a dozen people followed him, kneeling down neatly in front of the fat man.

"What are your names?"

The fat man looked at the old man at the front and asked directly. He had already seen that these guys would not have any trouble with loyalty. In fact, as a characteristic of local forces, they have always been defeated by the wind. Those who opened their eyes have been eradicated in advance by the people sent by the Dark Assassin.

When the fat man glanced over, everyone lowered their heads subconsciously. No one dared to look directly into the eyes of the rumored murderous Vekia Falcon. This was a completely instinctive reaction, just like a rabbit lowering his head in front of a tiger.

"A breath from this young man should be enough to wipe us out." The old man lying at the front had such thoughts flashing in his mind, and felt a chill on his back. He has been in the underworld for fifty years, and it has been a long time. There is no such feeling of being completely suppressed.

As the leaders of the dark forces, of course they have killed people, some of them even cruelly, but compared with the young man in front of them who looks a bit honest and has sharp eyes like stars, they are not at the same level. According to outside rumors, the Wikiya Hunter Eagle has killed at least one million people, and has an army of five hundred thousand demons under its command, making it invincible.

It doesn’t matter if the rumors are unreliable. We are both in the western part of the empire. We have seen the changes in the western part in the past two months. In the Battle of the Sone River, the Gallic Empire lost one hundred thousand elites. In the Battle of Rusty, Gaul The Eighth Army suffered heavy losses and was currently only able to preserve the power of the demonic army in some areas in the north. It’s already in full swing! Even a behemoth like the Gallic Empire was overwhelmed with all its military strength, let alone the humble ants involved in the chaos.

"Reply to Your Majesty. Joshua, by his humble name, is the leader of Black Eyes! He is also the general coordinator of the entire Rusty region." The old man said as he leaned down and bowed deeply, but the fat man did not notice that he had a submissive expression. He is truly worthy of being the general coordinator of a region.

"I am Hualette from the Dark Dragon Society," the middle-aged man, who was as thick as a bear, said respectfully. The status of a person who is qualified to speak second is not ordinary. Wallet's Dark Dragon Society is mainly engaged in smuggling and has close business ties with the northwest coast.

"Gulan of the Blood Hand Group!" The voice was as clear as an oriole. This time the answer was from a beautiful girl wearing a white lace skirt. She was no more than a teenager. She had smooth blond hair draped over her shoulders and a complexion like snow. Her eyes are like sapphires without any impurities. Unless they see it with their own eyes, few people would associate this seemingly harmless girl with the Blood Hand Group, which is famous for its murder trade.

"Another female killer!"

The fat man sighed slightly in his heart, and the stunning Bo Sha Huali flashed through his mind involuntarily. From the Dark Assassin to the Cloud of Dorok to the Bloody Hand Group, it seemed that all the leaders of the killer organizations were women. This may also be the case in troubled times. There is a rule in the industry. In an industry like killer, women, especially the kind of beauties who are stunningly beautiful, undoubtedly have an inherent advantage over men.

"Zhivakar of Moris!" The cold voice came from a handsome young man, but he only had the left eye, and the right eye was an ugly knife mark. There were also a dozen other leaders with different looks. Afterwards, introductions were made. After everyone had finished their introductions, the fat man raised his hand and waved to the hands of more than a dozen regional forces below. "Everyone, sit down. As friends of the empire, your help should be duly rewarded!" "

"I don't dare. I am very satisfied to be protected by His Majesty!" More than a dozen leaders said quickly with hesitant expressions.

"Don't be nervous, I've never been stingy with my friends, and you deserve this!" The fat man chuckled calmly, but everyone's breath was held.

"100,000 gold coins, 100,000 gold coins for each organization, consider it a return gift for this help." The fat man raised his finger gently, and the eyes of the leaders of more than a dozen forces almost burst out.

"The empire will never treat its friends badly! As long as you are dedicated, there will be more benefits!" The fat man put down his fingers and glanced at the dozen or so people who were almost stunned with his sharp sword eyes. He knew that these guys were completely knocked unconscious by his money. ,

"You guys don't know, should we celebrate?"

The fat man raised the wine glass in his hand, opened his mouth and drained the red liquid inside.

"Long live! Long live His Majesty the Falcon!"

Only then did the others react, and quickly raised the wine in their hands with a look of joy on their faces, and then drank it down. The atmosphere suddenly became heated. No one expected to get such a big benefit, even if it was an appointment as the regional general coordinator. Ya, my breathing is also increasing at this moment It's a lot heavier. It's really unexpected. I exclaimed in my heart, "What a big deal. This time there are people from 16 families. Each family has 100,000 gold coins, that's 1.6 million gold coins. Once it's sold, it's millions of gold coins." , is this the measure of a king? "

After the banquet for the heads of local forces, it was already afternoon

The fat man walked into his room with a bit of drunkenness. It was very simply decorated, with a fairly elegant aristocratic bed and a long table. The window faced the street outside. Under normal circumstances, the fat man had no requirements for his residence. Not too high, but the scenery from the window must be good. Pushing open the window, a gust of cool wind blew in. The fat man loosened the buttons on his collar and looked at the undulating mountains in the distance. A small black spot was hovering above. On the flat ground under the mountains, there was a scorched black spot. The land is like a huge scar on the earth,

“Du…du, du, du, du…”

A proud cricket kept chirping in the darkness outside the room, not paying any attention to Fatty, the current "tyrant" who held the power of life and death for thousands of people. If he used a piece of grass to provoke him, Fatty thought it would open its teeth like pliers and fight bravely.

This little thing has been fussing about it since the afternoon, without caring about himself at all. The fat man got up from the bed with some complaints, thinking about something in his mind.

Some wandering hungry people can already be seen on the streets of the city. Most of these people are residents of the city. The rout of the Eighth Army caused a lot of baggage to fall into the hands of the Falcon Army. Among them is the food collected from food stores in various places. Although the quantity is not large, it can be used as a temporary emergency to provide more food. are being shipped from the Northwest Territories, and some are coming from Ikadiva,

Fatty has ordered all armies to be on alert in the defense area of ​​Las Land to deal with the hungry people everywhere. In principle, they are all driven to the area controlled by the Sixth Army of Gaul. The total number is about 300,000, and it is believed that they are in the area controlled by the Sixth Army of Gaul. The number of refugees is even greater,

Thinking of the long line of refugees he saw along the way, the fat man couldn't help but frown slightly. It was not that he was cruel, but the weight of this war, which had already weighed on the national destiny of the two empires for a hundred years. A moment of kindness may eventually lead to The fate of the country has stalled for a century

Although the current situation of the Gallic Empire is unfavorable, once a super empire that rules tens of millions of people and has dominated northern Europe for more than three hundred years is really forced to the point of desperate struggle, the situation will explode. The counterattack is also quite amazing , just like Raedian and Rode, at the last moment, they almost went crazy to expand their military strength. According to the proportion of the population of nearly 40 million in the hinterland of Gaul, if the whole country is mobilized, a million-strong army can be mobilized. The human army is still not a problem,

The unique location of the Rusty region is undoubtedly the last valve blocking the Falcon Empire from entering the hinterland of Gaul.

After crossing the threshold of Rusty, there are five provinces in the hinterland of Gaul. These hinterland provinces are the core of the Gallic Empire. Once the Falcon Army crosses Rusty, the provinces in the hinterland of Gaul will will be fully exposed. In order to keep this last valve, the Gauls are likely to choose to gather all the last troops to Rusty for a battle. Even if they can win this battle for hegemony, it will only be a victory at most. Like the tragic result of defeat,

The Gauls will completely decline as a result, and the newly emerged Falcon Empire will not fare well either. In the past, there were desperate interceptions by the Gauls, and in the latter, there were inhumane tigers and tigers looking at them. The elite of the empire suffered heavy losses because of this battle, and the Falcon Empire The progress will stop completely in the Rusty area,

The only way to break the situation is to defeat Rusty with all your strength and expose many provinces in the hinterland of Gaul to the front of the Falcon Army.

The empire's power is expanding, and other forces entrenched in the empire are also expanding crazily. Business alliances, secret thorns, these organizations with various functions have long been symbionts of the empire, at least according to Fatty. I understand that the dark forces in the Rusty area have just been swept away by the Dark Thorns. This time the Dark Thorns sent a lot of people. With the more or less tacit approval of the military, they almost completely suppressed the Rusty area. Otherwise, these places The forces will not be so submissive.

This time, the army was able to successfully implement the separation tactics, which completely deprived the Gallic Eighth Army of its sources of information. In the end, without realizing it, he was able to defeat the army headquarters with one blow, causing an unstoppable rout, which led to the Gauls' painstaking planning. The Southwest Campaign plan was aborted,

The help from the local dark forces was considerable, otherwise the campaign would never have been carried out so smoothly.

The current war in the Rusty area has come to a standstill. The two armies have maintained restraint in a tacit understanding. Fatty is waiting for the arrival of the prairie cavalry, and finally issued an order to mobilize the troops to Crolisate, who has been lonely for a year. command, two domestic The Ruidian Infantry Banner Regiment is also on the way. Salton's Rohde Second Army is entering the southwest from Xinhai City. After joining Duoze, it will use all its strength to annihilate the Gallic Guards entrenched in the southwest capital. Then head north to meet up with Rusty.

The army is gathering, and both sides are deploying their troops and generals.

The Rusty region fell into a rare calm before the storm. This was one of the reasons why Fatty tried his best to win over these local forces who had surrendered to the empire at all costs.

According to intelligence, the Gauls are gathering strength with all their strength. The strength of the Gallic Sixth Army has expanded from 140,000 to 210,000 in less than half a month. Reinforcements from the interior of Gaul are still there. Continuously,

No one knows what a strong trump card the Gauls have prepared!

The Rusty region is like a huge whirlpool, attracting the decisive battle forces from both sides. It has a faint tendency to become a decisive battleground between the two empires. Whoever can win over local power in advance will undoubtedly bury himself in the other side's heartland in advance. Eyes, in this regard, the Gauls obviously have not realized this yet, (To be continued...)