Realm of Power

Holding the intoxicating red wine in his hand, Duke Simon was immersed in the sense of accomplishment of beautifully sending a competitor to the battlefield. Hearing the anxious whispers of the attendants, he was suddenly confused. Tielan's Kyoto The army did not go to support Baishan, Baishan was lost, and the door to Antura was opened!

There's nothing more shocking than this

Tielan's Kyoto army took the warrant he issued and looted the military supplies he had spent countless efforts hoarding.

That bastard! How dare you do this? That’s 60% of the supplies! Duke Simon's hand crushed the wine glass, and the glass fragments tied his hand tightly. His hand was bleeding, and his heart was bleeding. He felt that the unforgettable red wine in his mouth was exuding an unpalatable bitterness.

His eyes flickered like a ferocious wolf, Duke Simon. He was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and asked, "Is the logistics officer who reported the report still there?"

"It's right outside the door of the meeting hall! I didn't dare to let him go," the attendant said cautiously with an ugly face.

"You did the right thing. You can't keep this person. Get rid of him." Duke Simon's eyes flashed with a cold luster and he said in a murderous voice. "This news must be kept absolutely confidential. Now the supplies are the life of the army and the guarantee for us to control the Northern Army." , We must not let those who have been trying to get rid of us know that Antura’s supplies have been evacuated!”

"However, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this matter secret for long... The attendant is a little worried.

"I will immediately order them to go to the battlefield. As long as they go to the battlefield, they will have no energy to make trouble! And the dead do not need to eat!" Duke Simon's tone was bone-chilling. "On the contrary, the logistics officer's problem is more Tricky, how many people saw him here tonight?”

"There are all our people outside, and the guards blocked him out! No one saw him except the cavalryman who was responsible for delivering the message!" The attendant thought for a while and replied.

"That's easy. Just deal with it!" Duke Simon pouted with a low expression.

At the door of the meeting hall, the logistics officer Viscount Blanche was waiting anxiously.

Seeing the Duke's attendant coming out, he stepped forward eagerly and asked, "Sir, has your Excellency the Duke responded? If supplies cannot be replenished in the near future, the logistics will be paralyzed! By then, the entire army will fall into uncontrollable chaos. situation!"

"The Duke has ordered the mobilization of supplies from Leandre, and they should arrive within two days!" the attendant answered him calmly, and expressed that the Duke was very grateful to him for his hard work. After looking at him carefully, he lowered his voice again and said "Also, this matter needs to be kept secret. You also know that supplies are tight now. If it is leaked, it will cause unnecessary panic, so please don't mention this matter to anyone. The main thing is to wait for these two days for new supplies to arrive. Once it arrives, everything will be back to normal!”

"Yes. Of course, how could I be a talkative person?" Viscount Borlando let out a sigh of relief when he heard that the Duke had ordered the mobilization of supplies from Leander.

"Linger Guti, send the Viscount back!" The attendant turned to the door and winked at the guard captain who had just stopped Viscount Bolando, and said with a hint of weirdness in his tone, "Remember, you must ensure safety, you can't Make a mistake. This is a man worthy of admiration!”

"Yes, sir!" The tall and strong guard captain responded respectfully and understood.

Walking on the dark and cold streets, my footsteps squeezed the white snow on the road. Due to the curfew, no one could be seen on the road except the armored patrols. The streets on the ground were covered with thick white snow, and the edges of the ancient houses were condensed. Long icicles appeared, the cold wind blew, and countless white snow rolled up

At a crossroads, Viscount Bolando stopped. He said to the captain of the Duke's personal guard who was sending him off, "Just come here, my home is less than fifty meters ahead!"

"Oh, which one is the adult's home?" The guard captain squinted his eyes slightly and scanned the row of villas in front of him.

"It's the one with the brightest lights! You also know that supplies are very tight recently. Even the cheapest candles have cost ten silver coins each. Today is my thirty-seventh birthday, so only my family can be so extravagant." Bolando looked emotional

"Is it the one with the stable?"

Guards Captain Lingeguti looked at the brightest house in front of him. It was an old two-story villa. The main building was located on the south side of the bend. The long and low building stretched out to the river. , seems to be embracing something, the bottom floor of the villa is made of gray stone,

The upper floors are of lime-washed timber and the ceiling is tiled with stone slabs. A small stable can be seen, and there is a small pavilion covered with vines. A faint and swaying orange light shines through the ancient iron railings in the room, but the back half of the villa is still immersed in darkness. ,

"Stable? Yes, when the family was prosperous, there were a few old horses that couldn't be used for much. Those were really pleasant days. Viscount Blanche's eyes flickered when he talked about it, full of memories, and he shook his mouth with a wry smile. He shook his head "But now. . . . . All sold! People don’t have enough to eat, but there are still horses raised there! "

"That's not necessarily the case. Duke Simon is a man who appreciates talents very much! Maybe you will be reused for this matter!"

"Reuse it? Then... how to put it!" Viscount Bolando trembled slightly. He didn't know whether it was excitement or nervousness. He took a deep breath, looked at the light in the distance, and slowly moved towards the front. Go "home\

,"Poof! With a heartbreaking pain, Viscount Blanche stopped, lowered his head, and looked at the sword blade protruding from his chest with painful eyes. Red blood dripped from the front end of the bright sword blade, and the end of the hilt In the hands of the tall bodyguard Lingguti behind him

"You finally took action? I thought you would wait until I walked to the gate before taking action!" Viscount Bolando's eyes flashed, and he looked at Lingguti with a lot of bloodshot eyes, and his tone was very calm.

"You know I'm going to kill you?"

Under Bolando's gaze, the corners of Linggudi's cold mouth twitched unnaturally.

The other party's strange and blood-red eyes made him feel a trembling fear.

"I'm a logistics officer. I know better than anyone whether Leander has supplies or not! Even ghosts can't deceive people with such lies..." Viscount Blanche's face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he let out an ugly laugh. He stretched out suddenly. He grabbed Linggudi's collar and coughed violently.

Red blood mixed with broken internal organs spat out of his mouth and sprayed on Linge Gudi's clothes, like a ghost demanding life: "You bastards. I will wait for you down there!"

"Pa!" Viscount Bollando's body was kicked several meters away. Lingguti ferociously pulled out his sword. This time, he raised it high without hesitation and used all his strength to slash at Bollando, who was covered in blood. neck, under the cold light of the sword blade. A column of dark red blood spurted out from the headless chest, and a human head rolled down into the snowy dust on the roadside.

"Every guy with a low status deserves to die! Why don't you die! Lingeguti smiled hysterically, and stepped on the head of the person with his feet wearing iron riding boots, bang! bang! Until the whole head was stepped into the soil, stepped on of pulp.

"I will reunite your family!" Lingeguti spat into the outline of the flesh and blood on the ground, picked up the bloody sword, and slowly walked towards the villa area in front, the light shining dimly on him , dragging out a long dark night, with the cold wind howling and the flames soaring into the sky.

The entire villa area was ignited by an unexpected raging fire. The tragic red light illuminated half of the sky in Antura. More than 170 people were burned to death, including the family of Viscount Bolando, the logistics officer. Due to the accidental death of the logistics officer, Duke Simon got the reason to temporarily close the material warehouse.

He also forced the 10th, 11th, and 12th Infantry Regiments of the Northern Army to march towards the White Mountains.

In the White Mountains, heavy snow covers the fields, and the hazy white sun rises from the mountains formed by a huge steep bulge. It was like a giant standing there, the sky was gloomy and dim. A flock of crows flew over the blackened walls of the town that had been ravaged by the fire, and landed on the charred walls.

Next to the burned-to-ruins town, in the morning light that had not yet fully risen, Bald Pat, the commander of the 10th Gallic Infantry Regiment, was riding on a war horse. His eyes swept across the large expanse of thick snow in front of him, watching the long line of soldiers being dragged from east to west in the howling cold wind. They were thin and scattered.

And opposite him,

Countless battle flags loomed in the morning mist, and the square shields of the Falcon Empire infantry were like a row of round buttons, spread out along the edge of the earth. "Sir, are you sure we are the attacking party?" Adjutant Luard swallowed bitterly, held the reins tightly in his hands, and asked in a difficult tone.

Black and numerous spears stood at the forefront of the military formation. An excited general of the Salon Army knelt down in front of Salon's horse, who was quietly examining his opponent. "Sir, give the order. With one charge, we can do it." Defeat them! Completely open the road to Antura.”

Salon held a monocular telescope in his hand, his eyes were as cold as snow, and there was a frightening chill all over his body.

Thousands of imperial cavalrymen from the Salon Legion of the Falcon Empire lined up, the red tassel caps on their heads swaying in the wind, and their black cloaks fluttering in the wind like clouds; on the opposite slope of the "His" cavalry, draped in The black armored war horse, are you there? An Di kicked the ground and screamed violently in a low voice. On the flanks of the cavalry troops was a whole team of black lines, scattered in the snowy wilderness into a slightly irregular quadrilateral, with neatly arranged armors and spears. Reflected in the faint morning light,

"These bastards are here again. What on earth does this guy Simon want to do? Want to die?"

Salon seemed a little disappointed and put down the lookout in his hand. Since the beginning of the battle to the north, with only 30,000 soldiers, blocked by 100,000 Gaul troops, he tenaciously advanced nearly a thousand miles northward, strategically cutting off the Gauls from entering. The possibility of obtaining support from the other side forced the Gauls' military power into two battlefields: Kyoto and the north.

Crossing the Starlight Canyon, rushing into the Baishan Mountains, and wandering outside Antura for half a month, the Salon Army suddenly entered an offensive posture with swords to the throat. The Tiger and Wolf Army, which had been suppressed for half a month, now has extremely high morale.

There was an awe-inspiring cold light flashing in front of the army's battle formation. In the black background, there was an overwhelming arc of silver light, which seemed to be cutting open the earth in front of it!

"According to the old method, first wear them down, and then drive them towards Antura." Salonle turned his horse's head to see that he was not planning to take the initiative to attack. The so-called old method was to use time to wear down the opponent. He had already seen it clearly. Well, the equipment of the northern Gaul army on the opposite side is very crude.

Many soldiers still wear thin linen clothes in the cold winter, but they also wear cold and biting infantry mail armor outside. If they stand there, let alone fighting, they will fall down if they stay for a long time.

"Why, as long as we defeat them, we can reach the city of Antura!" The generals who asked for the battle were all red-eyed. They held it in for more than half a month. They were like gangsters who saw beautiful women.

"Below the city of Antura?" Salon glanced sharply at the faces of his subordinates. He said in a condensed voice, "Do you really think that by defeating them, you can capture Antura? The opposite party was sent by Simon to lure us to Antura! According to the intelligence, Simon gave all the supplies and elite equipment to his 30,000 men. The Bidan Army, and these northern armies have always been excluded, this time there is also a Gaul elite force of 50,000 in the direction of Kyoto, Gaul. Arriving at it without hesitation, the enemy's advantage is not as good as ours, but if we place our attack in front of a fortified city, we will have more troops than us. Antura, what do you think our chances of winning are? Do you want the corpses of 30,000 soldiers to pile up under the walls of Antura?"

"This..." The generals were speechless.

"Introducing Simon's Bidan army into the field and then giving it a fatal blow is the best way for us to seize Antura! As for these people in front of us, defeating them will not have much effect!" Salon raised his whip and pointed. The white wilderness ahead,

He waved his hand to the captain of the Guards Cavalry behind him, "Come here, go deliver a letter to the Gauls.

"Three days later, I, Salon, will have an upright battle with him, Simon, at White Mountain! Of course, he, Simon, can choose to escape. At that time, these Gallic Northern Army will evacuate on their own, and the generals will become cowards. How can they still survive? Want to be a warrior here?”

"Battle?" The generals looked at each other in confusion. When did Lord Salon, who is known as a sap, also learn the noble sentiment of battle?

"Tamp" the horse's hooves trampled on the snow, loud and clear. A messenger cavalry carrying a white flag slowly passed towards the Gauls on the opposite side, and stopped one hundred and fifty meters away from the Gaulish army. The cavalry held the The white flag stuck into the white snow on the ground. He took off the crossbow from behind and slowly raised it toward the front.

"Attention, vertical shield!"

The northern Gallic troops on the opposite side began to stir uneasily. One hundred and fifty meters was the range of the Falcon Army's crossbows. The Gallic infantry already had a fear of this distance.

The range of the Gallic archers was only 80 to 100 meters. If fighting head-on, the infantry would have to risk their lives to move forward fifty meters before they could receive support, and too many soldiers had already died at this distance. In the impression of the Gauls, the crossbow shooters of the Falcon Army were no match for one hundred and fifty meters. The distance of ten meters has incredible control. You can know the length of the distance almost without measuring, and the arrow will hit someone! This made the Gallic troops feel incredible. Whenever they saw the Falcon army on the opposite side raising their crossbows, they wondered whether they had entered the 150-meter death line.

But this time, "swish" a white line flew from the infantry crossbow in the hands of the Falcon Army shooter to high altitude, and then drew a beautiful arc and fell down. "Pah" the arrow stably inserted into the snow layer on the ground, shaking the tail of the arrow cluster. There was a letter tied to it. After hesitating for a moment, the soldier closest to the arrow cluster carefully ran over and took the arrow and the letter on it. "It's a letter!" "The soldiers stretched their necks to look this way. The infantry captain roughly pushed the front man away and took away the letter.

The letter was quickly delivered to Pat, the commander of the 10th Banner of the Northern Army of Gaul. He opened the letter and glanced at the content above. Pat's face became strange. Adeline, commander of the 11th Infantry Regiment and the 10th Infantry Regiment on the flank. Ruhl, the commander of the Second Infantry Regiment, also came closer and looked confused when he saw his face.

"Pat, what's the content?" Ruel glanced at the letter impatiently and asked.

"The commander of the Falcon Army requested a battle with Sir Simon's Bidan Army in two days! The location is in the White Mountains!" Pat shrugged and handed the letter to Ruel. "What do you think? This is the first time that the other party is willing to follow. Let’s have a fair fight one on one!”

"Battle?" Ruhr took the letter and read it carefully, and looked at his two colleagues with a slight frown. "How likely is it to ask Simon, that old fox, to bring the Bidan Army to Baishan to fight with the Falcon Army? Anyway, I am. I think it’s impossible, how could Simon leave that turtle shell of Antura!”

"This matter has nothing to do with us. Forward the letter to Simon. This is an issue he needs to consider! Although this sounds unreliable, it is better than letting us die ourselves! At least we still gained two days of delay. !" Adelin calmly glanced at the mighty Falcon North Marching Legion opposite him, asked for the letter, without even looking at it, folded it and put it into the leather bucket for delivering military reports, and handed it to the messenger cavalry behind him. Said, "Immediately send the message back to the Antura base camp and hand it over to Duke Simon!"

"Yes" ordered the cavalry to gallop away

"What if Simon the old fox refuses..." Pat's eyes flickered as he watched the messenger cavalry disappear into the distant wilderness.

"If the general is timid, then we have a reason to withdraw. Do we really want everyone to wait here to die? Either they die in battle or they die in the cold!"

Adelin raised his head and looked at the snowflakes that started to fall again above his head. The land was silvery white, boundless, and he couldn't see the direction. He took a deep breath, turned around and ordered, "I don't care what you do, but I won't wait to die like this." , the whole army retreated five miles and set up camp."

"Yes, let Simon, the old fox, have his own headache!" Bald Pat looked into the distance with gleaming eyes and said angrily, "I really want to see that old fox's expression when he saw that letter. It must be very exciting!"