Realm of Power

Rocca Pisa

Although it was already late autumn, the sun at noon still seemed very fierce, and there was only a white glare between the sky and the earth. There are only stones of various shapes in the empty valley. They are carved into various shapes by the sun and wind and sand. Some are amiable, some are ferocious, some can make people hallucinate, and some can make people feel uncomfortable. I was shocked. Some were so smooth that even sunlight could not stand, and some contained ravines. There were more than a dozen wrinkles as wide as a finger. But no matter what shape the stone was, its surface was like this. strong,

There is only a thin layer on the wind and rain, sun and rain-soaked stones. It seems that as long as the wind in the mountains comes, it will turn into dust that cannot be touched. Large rocks are exposed under the stone walls. , a strong and unyielding body, closely connected with the earth. The black mountain is so hard that even hard weapons cannot be inserted into it. The hammer used by the heavy infantry only has a white mark on it. This is a lifeless wasteland for thousands of years, even to the eyes of the Dane people. Here, Rocca Pisa is definitely the poorest area.

Like the rocks stepped on top of a pile of rocks, the Rocca Pisa Canyon is on the narrow road between the ridges. The trapezoid-like stones are piled up layer by layer along the mountain, with scattered stones from the residents in the middle. The residences, starting from the main castle at the top and going down, are large and small. The twenty-seven small villages are like scattered beans, showing a bumpy and undulating landscape. The boring stones stretch for dozens of kilometers. Every night, the mountain wind here howls and the dark wind roars, as if a fierce war is still passing through. Yes, everyone who passes by here. Everyone would shudder, even a caravan would not like such a barren and creepy place.

He raised his head and glanced at the Gallic flag flying at the top of the rocky canyon in the distance. Stanley, the Falcon Guard pretending to be a businessman, carefully arranged the straps tied on the horse under the dazzling sunlight. There are many unknown eagles circling in the sky. It looks like a goshawk, but its pointed head looks like a corpse-eating hawk.

These eagles hover very low. They seemed to be closely monitoring the movements on the ground. During their slow flight, they would occasionally emit a particularly uncomfortable whine, which made people feel irritated and depressed. Suddenly, an eagle let out a miserable cry. Then he staggered down from the sky, hit a sharp rock, and his head was suddenly broken. It fell softly in the middle of the valley, and bits and pieces of blood quickly seeped into the sand. The water was then evaporated by the sun, leaving only a few small faint red marks.

"Can an eagle fall here?" A companion next to him almost bulged his eyes when he saw it.

"You can't find food and you have to hover so high in the sky. It's weird to not die!"

Stanley had a familiar look on his face. Under the rock crevices near him, there were several guards dressed in light mail armor, pretending to be caravan guards, also sleeping with their backpacks on their heads. Under the strong sunshine that can scorch anyone at the end of August, only the rock crevices under these boulders can have a moment of shade.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. These eagles just wanted to look for food in this valley. They fainted from the sun and then fell down." A young man next to him who was squatting and drawing said lazily with half-squinted eyes. Due to excessive chapped lips, his speaking voice seemed very hoarse and vicissitudes of life. He stuck out his tongue, turned around hurriedly, bent down and crawled under the rock crevice again. There were also three caravan guards resting under this rock crevice. Less than three meters away, there is a huge stone gap, where two caravan guards are lying there studying the map.

"I feel sorry for these guys, but it's also to cover up the real situation. It is estimated that all the nearby animals have been killed by Hassan Rambo! These eagles will starve to death, it is only a matter of time!" The speaker was a short and stocky man. Real middle-aged people, because for a long time His brutal training and battles left him with at least a dozen scars on his exposed body. There was a scar on his dark face, from the corner of his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth. The corners of his mouth were cut open, as if he was always smiling, a triangular shape. His eyes flashed like poisonous snakes.

"It seems that His Majesty's guess is right. Algernonkaja drove Hasen Rimbaud to Rocca Pisa. It was just smoke! Hasen Rimbaud's troops are not here!" The middle-aged man's face was cold and the corner of his mouth sneered. After a while, this middle-aged man’s name was Vincent. Deputy Captain of the 4th Guards Squadron of the Falcon Empire,

After receiving the news that Hassan Rimbaud was transferred to Rocca Pizza, Fatty immediately smelled the unusual atmosphere here.

He saw that Algernon Katja used 110,000 Northern troops to open up pockets in Daniel, but he did not arrange an elite force capable of cutting off the Falcon Army at the critical moment. At this time, Hassen Rimbaud's 10,000 elite soldiers were blatantly Transferring to Rocca Pizza is simply trying to hide the truth! Hassen Rimbaud's Sixth Army is known as the Gallic Tiger Army. It has fought against the Falcon Army many times and is considered to be rich in experience. If it wants to achieve a one-hit kill effect on the Falcon Army's rear, there is really only one option. Only this army can do it. A force of 10,000 is neither too much nor too little. As long as the fighter opportunities are properly grasped, it can be enough to achieve a comeback.

Vincent led a dozen guards into the deserted Rocca Pisa in the form of a caravan. The scene for several days in a row was enough to explain everything. Rocca Pisa was too desolate, and the mountains were full of rocks. Such a place was simply He wouldn't even consider the edge of the battlefield. Ten thousand of Hassan Rimbaud's men would live in a miserable state if they didn't starve to death.

"The captain is right. Such terrain is impossible to defend. As long as supplies are cut off from outside the canyon, even if you can barely find food, in such an environment with strong sunlight, drinking water is a serious problem!" The young man who completed the drawing The person marked the drawing in his hand and very carefully stuffed it into the messenger pigeon's foot.

He stood up and stretched out his hands vigorously. The pigeon fluttered in the sky and quickly turned into a small black dot that was out of reach.

Looking up at the listless flag on the top of the mountain again, the young man patted the dust on his body with relief and chuckled, "A famous general like Hassan Rimbaud would not make such a mistake unless his troops were not there at all." Roca Pisa, otherwise he would have sent an elite force to completely block the mountain pass. But we didn’t see any such force on the way in! I have already reported the situation, and the rest is up to Your Majesty’s judgment!”

The carrier pigeon carrying the news did not arrive in the southwest capital until the next morning.

Through the thin mist, the homing pigeon fluttered its wings and landed on the roof of the Salon Governor's Palace. The person responsible for raising the military pigeons discovered it immediately, and immediately threw a handful of rice and beans on the ground. Taking advantage of the opportunity for the military pigeons to eat, he cut off the mailbox tied to his leg.

"Sir, this morning, a military pigeon sent a report!" An attendant of the Governor's Palace pushed open the door of Salon's office. Governor Salon raised his head in exhaustion. He had almost turned into a pig after being tortured for the past few days. He was hiding in his official residence and did not dare to go out. The candlestick next to him was filled with white candles.

"This is a military report!"

After taking a look at the guard's mark on the mailbox handed over by the attendant, Salon had a sudden idea.

The whole person seemed to feel something! Work hard to keep your spirits up,

"Prepare your horses, I want to leave the city!"

Salon adjusted the cuffs of his military uniform, loudly said to the attendant, and immediately went to Messi's house with the report.

The fat man, who was eating and drinking at Messi's house, took the report from the messenger and his eyes lit up. He immediately jumped up from the rocking chair as if he had been injected with blood, startling Salon next to him. The fat man spread out the report and took a careful look at it, with a knowing smile on his lips. Sure enough! This is a trap!

"Look at it!"

The fat man handed the report in his hand to Salon, who was full of confusion. Salon took it curiously, wanting to know what news made His Majesty Falcon so happy. He only glanced at it. Salon's body trembled slightly, and his face was confused. It turned pale. It seems that what he is holding in his hand is not a light report, but a red-hot iron.

How is that possible! Hassan Rimbaud was not at Rocca Pizza!

Salon was stunned by the news, his eyes were bloodshot. He was also a famous general who had been killed for a long time. Why don't you know what this means? If His Majesty hadn't seen Algernonkaja's thoughts, the generals on the front line might have been deceived. Once they attack Daniel with all their strength, they will have no reservations about their retreat. The pine was given to Hassan Rimbaud!

"Finally we can take action!"

The fat man stared at the blue space above his head, talking to himself, stretched his body, twisted the report into a ball, and threw it into the fish pond in front of him. He had tolerated the Gauls for two months, as a result of this battle that determined the fate of the empire. The highest and final person responsible for this, he had to implement the strategy of calming down the army.

The aroma lingers and the smoke fills the air. The sound of the piano stopped. Behind the black burnt iron piano, Qianyun sat cross-legged in silence. The beautiful singing of gauze flowers also stopped.

At this moment, both women felt the farewell in Fatty's heart, and couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in their hearts.

The fat man glanced at Qian Yun and said, "I once heard a woman from China say that there is a Chinese piano song called Yue Mist, which describes the wife's endless affection for her husband the night before he goes off to the battlefield. I don't know. Qianyun, can you play it once for me?" After saying this, the fat man seemed to get rid of all restraints and strode towards the door of Messi's house, and Salon immediately followed him.

Qianyun wears an apricot yellow dress, a white belt around her waist, and a high bun on her head. There is no powder or decoration. Her long and graceful jade hands are pressed on the strings. Her bright and wild eyes are like those shining in the deep black ocean. It shot towards the fat man's back like a jewel,

After hesitating for a moment, the white jade-like teeth bit the red soft lips. Finally, he no longer hesitated, and slowly began to move his fingers. A burst of watery and tender piano sound sounded, with unprecedented frankness and tenderness, as if it was shrouded in the moon. In the thick fog falling, one can see the golden light of the moonlight, which seems to be relaxed and joyful, but also like laughter with tears.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, there is a clear sound of gossamer flowers, which is deeply penetrating and wandering in the clear and far-reaching distance, and seems to be depicting the night sky over the river, the prosperity and haggardness on both sides of the river under the bright moon, and the beauty. Wan's voice is performed with abandon, with hints of passion hidden everywhere, sad but not sad.

The surging emotions stirred up by the music and singing beat fiercely and covertly on both sides of the bustling banks in the gentleness of river waves, and the lingering sound was like the waves reflecting on the river. "Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!" The sound of the piano suddenly turned, becoming extremely powerful, majestic and tragic, like thousands of troops stacked against each other on the battlefield, beating the war drums of attack. The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, but the aftertaste still lingered in my ears. go.

"Order Hu Keqili's 5th and 6th Banner Regiments of the Central Army to march towards the gateway city of Dani, Kozi! Open the way for the army!" Outside the door, the fat man quickly turned over and jumped onto his horse, receiving the hand from the guard. Passing a horsewhip hanging with golden silk thread. He ordered sternly to the imperial guards behind him,

"Yes!" The guard looked shocked, with a look of joy that could not be concealed. I don't know how many generals were waiting for this order. Originally, everyone was frustrated by the postponement of the battle plan. But now, as long as this order is conveyed, the courageous spirit of the whole army will inevitably rise. The guards gallop away on their horses, raising a cloud of rising dust.

Late August. The prelude to the decisive battle between the Falcon Empire and the Gallic Empire was kicked off. The 120,000-strong Falcon Empire army, composed mainly of the Imperial Central Army and the Southern Army, began to move towards Daniel where Algernonkaja was stationed. On the same day, Jenonkaja swore an oath in Daniel, declaring that she would capture the Vecian Falcon alive and avenge the empire's shame! Recover the lost lands of the empire. The eyes of everyone in the continent of Opalo are all focused on these two northern empires. Who will become the overlord of northern Opalo? The two empires' aggressive military fronts are about to break out. The center of the focus is the Daniel Plateau.

"tread"

The horses' hooves rumbled, like the muffled thunder rolling in the distant sky. In the August heat wave blowing wind, the fat man galloped up a high hill. He reined in his horse and stopped. In front of him was the endless wilderness of the Daniel Plateau. The blue sky seemed a little lower here, and the white clouds seemed to be reachable.

In the distance, the 70,000-strong empire's main army stopped like a black iron stream on the wasteland. Their feet stepped on this hard land that has lasted for thousands of years, raising a piece of flying grass clippings and black battle armor. , like dark clouds covering the earth. Countless falcon flags fluttering along the horizon, like mercury pouring over the ground

The fat man's eyes were shining, and he scanned the land condescendingly. His eyes were focused on the black smoke rising in the distance, a small city covering an area of ​​ten square kilometers. The outer city wall has collapsed, and the second city wall is being hit by countless flying fireballs. The city is blazing with dazzling firelight.

That is the city of Kezi, the gateway to Daniel. The two rivers converging here are like a sloping cross. The sound of thousands of soldiers and horses killing each other seems to be heard in the ears, shaking through the clouds and nights.

Cozi is the gateway to the Daniel Plateau. The Gallic army specially expanded the city wall to three floors. Stationed here is also the relatively hard-working Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Gallic Northern Army, with a total of 15,000 people. With Kozi as the former stronghold, Algernonkaja's battle flag also appeared over the high ground on the left. The densely packed Gallic army had more than 50,000 troops. There were also no less than 30,000 troops on the high ground on the right. human strength,

Seeing Algernonkaja's attitude of fighting to the death, the fat man laughed in his heart. Algernonkaja wanted to show off his attitude of fighting to the death, so that he could believe it.

"Put up my battle flag and set up Thor outside the city of Kezi! I will defeat him this afternoon!" The fat man raised his whip, and the flag bearer immediately raised the falcon battle flag in his hand. The golden falcon flag was like A whirlwind blew on the battlefield,

"The Falcon battle flag is the battle flag of His Majesty the Falcon!"

Along with the cheers, a long trumpet sound sounded in the Falcon Army's queue, and the faces of each soldier showed a faint fighting spirit.

The tens of thousands of people in the whole area were like multiple dominoes, kneeling on the ground one after another. In front were heavy shield infantry, in the middle were closely protected crossbowmen, and on both wings were huge groups of cavalry that were rotating like sharp blades, like giant shields. The arc unfolded instantly, and the power of dominating the world spread to all directions like an earthquake, covering the earth and shaking people's hearts.

When Algernonkaja on the mound in the distance saw this scene, his calm face could not help but change color. The generals behind him all turned pale with fright.

"Your Majesty! The Gauls on the opposite side have sent a challenge." A galloping messenger from the front pulled the horse ten meters away from the fat man. The horse's hooves kicked up the dust on the ground. He took the challenge letter and handed it to the fat man. The fat man took a look and saw that it was actually a letter written by Algernon Katya, in which he challenged In the book, Algernon Katya proposed that both parties use Daniel as a bet. If Algernon Katya could hold on to Daniel until the first snow of winter, the Falcon Empire must guarantee not to invade Gao for three years. Lu, if the Falcon Army breaks through Daniel before winter, Algernon Katya is willing to offer his head!

"Idiot!" The fat man curled his lips and threw the challenge on the ground. What he wanted was Daniel, and after taking Daniel, Algernonkaja's head was naturally among them!

After receiving the news that the challenge was rejected, Algernonkaja raised his right hand high on his horse with a calm face. Rejection was inevitable. What Algernonkaja wanted was to use this method to arouse the confidence of the soldiers and make them The soldiers knew that the so-called God of War, the Vekia Falcon, was nothing more than a coward who did not dare to accept his own challenge! , Sure enough, when the news spread throughout the armies of Gaul,

"Gaul will win!"

The Gauls also burst into deafening cheers, and the ten-thousand-strong army on the high ground on the right began to move forward. Under its neat pace, the ground seemed to be sinking. Countless spear phalanxes flashed dazzlingly in the sun, suddenly like a ray of light. The huge rolling dragon is approaching the fierce fighting in Kezi City.