Realm of Power

The Gauls were crumbling, and the gorgeous legionary flags embroidered with golden threads could not hide the paleness of their timidity. They were trembling in the rain. The Falcon Army's military formation directly overwhelmed the few teams that still had the guts to choose to hold on, but the friendly forces came from The impact is the most fatal. Those who choose to evacuate from the first wave At the beginning of the troops, the morale of the Gauls was already in turmoil. As the Falcon troops on the opposite side began to advance in formation like a cutting line, the battle lines of these Gallic troops fluctuated even more. Some troops were holding on, but more were moving towards Retreating is like unconsciously choosing to retreat when seeing a ferocious beast.

Salon raised his hand slightly, with a sinister smile on his lips. He could see that the Gauls in front of him were in complete confusion and had no unified command. Such a scattered front could be like a dog in the water against the scattered troops of the Slavs heading south. They were beaten hard along the way, but there was no way they could compete with the hunters formed by the regular army. In the battle of the Eagle Empire, for an opponent with such chaotic command, it is the best choice to use highly mobile cavalry to directly strike hard. "Woo woo" as the battle horns resounded through the sky, the black cavalry of the Falcon Empire formed The attack line was like a sharp blade piercing the chaotic Gauls' ranks.

"Attention enemy cavalry"

The huge queue began to shake. The soldiers turned back hesitantly and turned their spears hastily. The dense waves stretching forward in layers turned around in a hurry. The Falcon's central cavalry has pierced in like a cluster of arrows, and the shining sabers are coming like a metal tide. The heavy war horses tore through the Gauls' ranks and crashed into the side and rear of the Gauls' army. The swords were as bright as snow and dazzling, and the horses' hooves rumbled.

"Ah!" The Gauls resounded with a horrifying cry. Seeing the rainbow-like momentum of the black-armored cavalry, no one dared to resist on the attack route. There were crisp and terrifying tearing sounds, and corpses lay scattered in various directions. On the road full of cavalry rushing past,

Red blood is flowing in the rocks that have not yet dried up. The wounded soldiers lay on the ground and let out weak or shrill shouts. A Gallic squadron holding a team flag was like a dam hit by a flood. The battle line was torn apart in an instant. Two thousand-man squadrons turned around hastily. , was swept away by a group of 5,000 cavalry, with corpses strewn across the field, and heads flying "Oh my God". The panicked Gallic troops began to retreat and then collapsed. Then there was an irresistible rout, and the mountains and plains were like frightened ducks.

"Not worthy of a fight!"

Salon curled his lips in disdain and raised his hand to signal for the entire army to press forward. The barrier between the Falcon Army and the Slavic people marching south was broken. The Gallic army completely fled in the afternoon, or was scattered. Long, the god of death, was frightened. In this short battle, the number of Gauls killed was not many, only 3,700, and 4,000 wounded. For an army of 100,000, it was just a warm-up in the evening. On the hill where the drizzle had stopped, Salon saw the Slavic guard regiment heading south, wearing simple light leather armor, wearing a rusty helmet that had experienced countless generations on their head, and carrying a round shield on their back. , a tower shield made by the Gallic Empire, and a square shield made of wooden boards, with a short ax on the waist. Some soldiers carried short javelins on their backs and no cavalry. Or it can be said that there are very few,

Seeing the falcon army in front of them, the Slavs did not cheer as expected, but were extremely cautious. For the Slavs, the Vecian Falcon that agreed to take them in did not mean that it was the savior. Various harsh conditions are still imposed on it,

The team heading south began to stop. Not long after Salon sent a liaison officer, a general from the Slavic Guard Corps also came to Salon.

"Adri?" Salon's eyes flickered and he carefully identified the tired and out of shape Slavic general in front of him. At the Long Wall, they were also two representatives negotiating with each other. He remembered that although Adair had experienced long migrations and hunger at that time, he still showed the unique spirit of a northern cold person, not as full as he is now. He was covered in mud and blood, and the stubble on his face and hair were messy. There was a smell all over his body, and even his eyes looked cloudy. Salon was familiar with this smell, it was the smell of death.

"Lord Salon!" Adri saluted the general of the Falcon Empire who was riding a mighty war horse in front of him. His eyes began to focus, and he smiled bitterly. "It made Lord Salon laugh. The fate of the long wall a year ago, I didn’t expect to see Lord Salon after a year, but even though it was difficult, there were still millions of people in our clan now.” Come,

"Don't worry anymore, the Gauls have been defeated! As long as you enter the empire's control area, you will be safe!" Salon got off his horse and comforted him, and asked casually, "I don't know who Bass was during the long wall negotiations." Where are the adults?

"Lord Bass led three thousand soldiers to defend Antura to confuse the Gauls. I'm afraid he is gone now, otherwise the Gauls would not have caught up so quickly." Adri's face became darker and darker, and Salon clapped his hands. He patted Yard on the shoulder and said, "Time is precious, we shouldn't stay here for too long! When can you set off? There are still a few days left on the road ahead."

"It will be tomorrow at the earliest. We need some time to rest. The soldiers are too tired and need time to rest, as well as those who are left behind..." Yardli said with an ugly face, looking very embarrassed "Your army It’s really shameful that we can’t express our gratitude when we break through so many obstacles.”

"Let's do our best!"

Salon generously expressed his understanding. After a series of battles, his troops also needed to rest. Salon hesitated and asked, "Those mentioned in the agreement?"

"Everyone is here"

Yadri said with difficulty, "The map of northern Gaul and the map of the area where we Slavs originally lived, as well as the distribution of resources in northern Gaul this year, according to the agreement, we brought it very carefully!" Yadri The voice stopped and said in a bitter tone, "Those things are no different to us than a pile of waste paper. In order to protect these things, more than a hundred of us died!"

"Thank you!" Salon nodded solemnly and ordered the scouts to expand the scope of the investigation to 20 miles. No trace of the Gauls was found. It seemed that they had really given up completely. The two sides began to carry out the handover procedures. Tired The unbearable Slavic Guard Corps could finally rest peacefully for a night. In the dark night, there was no wind and no calm. Faint cries could be heard coming from the direction of the Slavic camp. During this migration, more than 47,000 Slavs died and more than 1,500 disappeared, all of them men! For a group with a population of just over 200,000, this is a huge sacrifice.

Standing under the starry sky at night, Salon's one eye looked in the north direction, while leading the army north to meet the Slavs moving south. I once wrote a private letter to His Majesty Falcon. Wouldn't it be better for the Gauls to annihilate all the white-eyed wolves like the Slavs in northern Gaul when they get a chance to breathe and bite people after a little recovery?

Leaving the northern region of the bitter cold zone, I was fascinated by the vastness and prosperity of northern Gaul. The people of the northern cold regions, who are famous for their perseverance and tenacity, are no longer the ferocious people who dared to risk their lives to climb over the snowy valleys and mountains when they were forced into a desperate situation, and risked their lives to destroy northern Gaul in one fell swoop.

The Slavs no longer had their glory, and they no longer had the chance to rise.

Under the pressure of the Gallic army. There is a nominal population of one million, but in fact there are currently less than 400,000 people left. Such a population base is really insignificant to an empire that already has a population of 50 million. Even the population of a single southwest district is ten times the same. More than times, let the Slavs and Gauls fight bloody battles in the north, and the empire only had to sit back and watch the fight. You can easily achieve the purpose of consuming the Gallic army."

The reply from His Majesty the Emperor told me that I was only going to march 20 miles a day on the road, but I was going to wait until all the Slavs were dead before picking up cheap salons, and then I increased my marching speed to 60 miles.

Salon is a rough man, but he is the person Fatty relies on most because both of them have typical utilitarian thinking. In a word, don't do anything that is not beneficial, and Salon did not see any benefit in supporting the Slavs to go south. Because of this, he specifically wrote a letter of request to Fatty, but Fatty's reply to him was simple and clear: "With the support of the Slavs, northern Gaul can be decided in a single battle, and the fertile land thousands of miles beyond the long wall can be easily included in the empire's possession." Hit!" When it comes to His Majesty's grand strategy for the northern part of Opalo, Salon will do it even if his legs are broken.

The streets of Gaul in late autumn look lonely and desolate. The cold wind of late autumn blows through the deserted streets, blowing everything on the ground into the air. The garbage on the ground is flying randomly in the sky, making those yellow lights look even more... of darkness. streets and alleys

From time to time, one or two weak dog barks were heard, making the silent night even more desolate. From time to time, one or two patrolling guardsmen walked out of the darkness, and their heavy military boots made a sound on the bluestone streets. The dull sound shocked every resident in the city. They walked in a hurry with their heads lowered, and only their weapons gave off a chilling light.

The forward of the Falcon Army had already reached Polidri, less than fifty miles away from the capital of Gaul. Due to the influence of the previous steppe cavalry and the war, countless victims of the disaster had left their homes and swarmed instinctively towards the imperial capital of Budapest. Although the Imperial City Guards took many blocking measures in a timely manner, many refugees still entered the bustling streets of Imperial Kyoto through various channels. The influx of a large number of refugees has undoubtedly put great pressure on public security. Thefts, robberies and homicides are emerging one after another, and criminal cases are rising sharply.

Therefore, ten days ago, the imperial capital declared martial law and implemented a curfew. Patrols were intensified at night and stricter measures were implemented. However, in other areas of Kyoto, all this tense atmosphere does not exist. The four major ruling collectives from the east were ordered to enter the capital. Like stone characters thrown into the backwaters of Kyoto, they each made their own waves. Some The consuls did not shy away from holding grand banquets in family mansions, and some chose to stay behind closed doors. In the Kyoto villa of the Zhuchenwood family, one of the four eastern consuls,

A young man wearing a Gallic royal blue officer's uniform. His face was extremely red due to excessive anger. He held the sword at his waist tightly, and the chrysanthemum stripes on the scabbard were on his fingertips. He was bending his arms vigorously, as if he was about to draw his sword at any moment to vent the anger in his heart.

"Father, have you seen the emperor's order announcing the restoration of Dalaknita as the consul? That arrogant and domineering bastard has now reached the point where he can be our equal. Should we tolerate such a thing?" He was excited and The high-pitched voice echoed in the room, and the bonfire was blazing in the fireplace. The flames that danced from time to time gave off a bright light, driving away the darkness and cold without a trace. A lingering aroma lingers in the air. Books are neatly arranged on the ancient lacquered bookcases around the place, and the bookcases have been wiped spotless. On Nuo Da's desk, everything is orderly.

An old man with a ruddy complexion was flipping through a book on a chair. He seemed indifferent to the excitement of the young people. However, a beautiful young woman in a purple dress beside him squeezed her shoulder with a little force, and he He felt it immediately and scolded her softly and lovingly. After a long time, he turned to the young man with a distorted face and said, "Oh, what were you talking about just now?"

The young man said harshly, "Those who have taken advantage of the Dalaknita family should be thrown into black prison and never get ahead!"

The old man glanced at him coldly and said calmly, "Then, your father, I will also be thrown into prison?"

The young man snorted. Nothing was said.

The beautiful young woman looked at the quarreling father and son with a smile and said, "Actually, does it make sense whether the emperor restores the reputation of the Dalaknita family as a consul? The third legion of the Empire's Eastern Army is also controlled by the Dalaknita family. Ah, now that Kyoto has been beaten like this by the Falcon Empire, it is reasonable to want to use this to win over the Dalaknita family, why should you be so angry?"

The young man said coldly: "Go away, is it your turn to speak here or there?"

"Nage. Go down first!"

The old man waved his hand calmly, and the beautiful young woman was not angry. She smiled faintly, jumped up and kissed the old man on the forehead, and then left happily through the side door with her feet hopping. The young man looked at her back and his face was all blue.

"I know you are interested in that woman, but do you think that woman is interested in you?" The old man glanced at him. He lowered his head and fiddled with the flames in the fireplace next to him. He felt that the room was warm enough, and then he tiredly leaned back in the chair and said slowly, "Zhuchen Woodwatt, my Zhuchenwood family is from a wealthy family in Central Asia. Later, he fell into the arms of Gaul, but he has always been the subject of strict surveillance by Kyoto. Each generation of heirs will be required to stay in Kyoto until they inherit the throne before returning.

"It's not a good intention to transfer us to Kyoto this time. I can't bear it anymore, so I thought of our Eastern Army!" The old man's tone was a bit contemptuous. "Do you really think we are fools? We also said at the imperial meeting, who can take back the capital?" Lost land, who can become that land The governor of the district, who is able to stand up to you fools who know nothing, is sweeping across the northwest. The hundreds of thousands of elite troops in Gaul can't stop other people's troops. Let us, the Eastern Army, block it. So don’t get involved in tomorrow’s affairs, Dalaknita. If you want to covet that little bit of fame, just let him go! Look, the first one to go to the battlefield in Kyoto must be the Dalaknita family, so don’t go to any officer’s club. They are a group of guys who don’t know what they are called. They are full of passion for serving the country and hunting for the country. The Eagle Army has reached Polidori, which is only a day's journey from Kyoto. Why didn't we see them going? Preserving ourselves in this turmoil is the basis for our survival. Do you really want to kill the fifty-eight-year-old? Is it safe to let the Gauls go to the battlefield?"

"Gaul is finished, can the Eastern Army still survive?" The young man straightened his body and said unconvinced

"The Eastern Army is just a contemptuous name for us by the Gauls. Before the Gauls, we were called the Free People of Lucas!" The old man smiled coldly. "We are a united city-state that cannot tolerate two continents. The Gauls do not trust us. The Central Asians hate us. You have stayed in Kyoto for so long that you have almost forgotten where you are from. What do you want from Kyoto? Since when does the life and death of our country have anything to do with us? The four ruling regions are inherently independent. Each one will suffer, and each will prosper. They are like grass between the two continents. Who will really help us except ourselves to support each other? Every time a country rises on two continents, it either wants to eat us or uproot us! "

"Father, our messenger is back! The woman agreed to meet us."

At this time, a young man walked out from the side room next to him, a very delicate young man with a slender figure, handsome features, black hair and black eyes. He inadvertently showed a deep gaze, which made the young man talking to the old man very dissatisfied. black hair year The young man said, "Brother, can't you have a good talk with your father? This time the Eastern Army was recruited to Beijing. On the surface, it seemed like nothing, but in fact it was killing every step of the way. It has cost my father a lot of effort. The situation is like this now." nervous......."

"I don't need you, a little bastard of a Central Asian woman, to take care of my affairs." The young man said coldly, "This is a major matter for my Zhuchenwood family. What qualifications do you have! Or do you think you will become the future family member?" wish"

"Rah!" This sentence obviously irritated the old man, and he suddenly coughed. The young man behind patted his father on the back and said to Zhuchen Woodlach, "I did not influence any of my father's decisions! My blood is not used to help the enemy. For hundreds of years, I have worked hard for the Gauls and finally... Are there still a few people in the Zhuchenwood family who are dying like weeds? Whether the Gauls can survive this winter is a question. We must consider our retreat in advance! "