Realm of Power

The setting sun is like blood, shining on the backs of thin and majestic middle-aged men. The middle-aged men are riding on pure white horses that represent nobility. Their long golden cloaks hang to the ground. Their eyes are scanning the land in front of them deeply. Behind him are more than 100,000 Istanbul troops marching forward, with battle flags like blood. There are burning villages in the distance, and black smoke billows straight into the sky.

"Casa, do you know where this is?" The middle-aged man's eyes swept across the distant land with an inexplicable luster, and asked in a solemn voice.

Between the undulating mountains, a river like a strip of light flows through there. Although it is winter, the warm southern Congo does not have the silence of thousands of miles of ice and frozen earth like northern Oparo, but the green color of autumn and summer. It turns into a grayish white withered everything in front of you, and on the far edge is a raised hill

"It's Mount Luokai, the birthplace of the mother river of the Gangfei Empire!"

Next to the middle-aged man, a young man with blue-gray hair and about fifteen years old replied respectfully. This young man wore a gorgeous gilt helmet with white ribbons. Under the cross-shaped nose guard were two thin and arrogant pieces. The lips and the coat of arms on the body are the cold moon representing the royal family of Istan.

"Yes, it's Luo Kai Mountain! Do you know what this mountain means to our country?"

"It means that Gang Fei was stepped on by his father!"

"Haha, you think so too? The imperial crown prince's eyes shouldn't be just like this." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing with a frightening light, appearing to be very interested, raised his whip and pointed into the distance, and said loudly "A lot of people think we Istani people are cruel, but you know Well, fifteen years ago, at the grand celebration when my father just ascended the throne, the first celebratory gift from the Central European Barrow region was not the congratulations from all countries, but the collective absence of the entire Central European Barrow country. Hundreds of thousands of enemies swarmed across the borders of our Istan Empire like dense swarms of locusts."

The middle-aged man's voice paused, and a hint of ferociousness flashed through his eyes, "Led by your great-grandfather, the old King Tokasa of Gangfei, unite the 21 Central European Barrow countries, with a total of 360,000 Central European Barrow allies. The troops were divided into three groups and suddenly invaded us. The border guards were caught off guard and dispersed in countless numbers. I will never I still remember those tragic days. I received news of the fall of the region every day. The candlelight hanging on the imperial palace was not extinguished for thirty-one consecutive days. I was exhausted from meeting with all the imperial generals all night long. We must do our best to mobilize all materials and troops across the country to deal with this war of national annihilation.

"But at this time, the six princes in the south rebelled at the same time. The 200,000 main imperial troops stranded there were cut off from their retreat. The situation was so chaotic that it was impossible to deal with."

"Father is the master chosen by God. Everything will be fine." The young man lowered his head, shook his teeth, and said quickly with a nervous look on his face,

He knew about the war that caused heavy losses to the Istan Empire, but this was the first time he heard his father talk about that war as an experiencer, because in his father's heart, that war was more than just a war. It’s about relatives versus disabled people. Tokasa of the Gangfei Empire is his father’s grandfather. He has been kind to his father since he was a child. The new emperor’s ascension to the throne is a glorious milestone in his life for his father. He can imagine that when the fireworks rise in the celebration, he will be filled with joy. The father, who was happily waiting for congratulations from his relatives, had a desperate expression when he received the battle report.

The Istan Empire is extremely powerful. It has just conquered part of Barro in southern Europe and its military power is at its peak. It made the whole Obaro tremble,

But in the era when his father came to the throne, the Istan Empire adopted a peaceful attitude. The Istan Empire was trying to integrate into the Central European Barro, hoping to become one of the dominant positions. There was no such conflicting situation as now.

"God? Haha, I never think God can decide anything!" The middle-aged man glanced at his son and knew that his son who had not experienced the tragedy would not know what a real war is like. This is why he wanted to send him Because of the reason for bringing it this time, the middle-aged man sneered with a cold smile and said in a condensed voice.

"Remember, it is people who determine this world, not God.

They all said that their father was the strategist in that war, which ultimately caused the Central European Barro Allied Forces to retreat. In fact, it was all nonsense. At that time, their father had no war experience and made mistakes one after another in a hurry. If it hadn't been for Marshal Flo, he would have fought to the death with ten Fifty thousand imperial remnants blocked the way The main force of the Oparo coalition waited for the return of the sea fleet, and the six rebel princes started internal strife due to territorial issues. At the same time, I finally decided to ask the northern Gallic Empire to go to war with the Congo Empire for five million gold coins. Only then did they finally force the Central European Barrow coalition to choose to retreat."

"But even so, that winter was as quiet as before. More than 1.7 million people in our Istan Empire were massacred, and more than 30 cities fell. The strong smell of blood wrapped in the war smoke could be heard across the streets outside Kyoto. I could smell it even in the Heilong River. I swore at that time that one day, I, Thoradin, would lead an army to crush the Luokai Mountain that he had just conquered! I would also let the descendants of Tokasa taste the feeling of being bullied! "

Following these words of the middle-aged man, a cold wind blew across the earth, the forest moved and birds flew,

Hundreds of Istan royal guard cavalry wearing snow-like war robes and serious expressions lined up behind the two father and son. There is no doubt that the two father and son who pointed the country in front of them were leading the army to invade the Congo Empire. Now Thoradin I, Emperor of Istanbul, and Thoradin Kassa, Crown Prince of the Empire,

This is the grudge and entanglement between two emperors. There is personal hatred and national hatred.

"O Tocasa! My grandfather!"

The middle-aged man looked at the last ray of sunset in the distance and sighed unexpectedly.

Now he understands why his grandfather, who loved him the most when he was a child, would make him the first target of elimination. This is because Gang Fei had not yet become an empire at that time. In terms of influence on Central European Barrow, he has been an empire for more than a hundred years. The Istan Empire was undoubtedly a huge stumbling block for Gang Fei to step onto the imperial ladder.

At that time, if Gangfei wanted to rise and realize his imperial dream, his first goal was to suppress the Istan Empire. This was also true. After that war, the Istan Empire suffered a great loss in strength and completely deviated from the entire stage of the Barro region in Central Europe. In order to avoid Become the Central European Barrows again With the goal of uniting the countries to counterbalance the development of the Istan Empire, the development direction of the Istan Empire was forced to be directed towards the rebel vassal areas in the southern part of Obarro. As a result, the power of the Confederate Dynasty greatly increased due to the war, and it truly became the leading power in Central Europe. However, the disease caused the aging Toka Sayan was no longer in a position to initiate a large-scale war.

The structure of Barrow in China and Europe was quickly settled after a brief but fierce collision between the grandfather and grandson.

The old Tocasa, known as the Lion of Barro in Central Europe, died of illness six years later. The newly completed Sioto Palace, which represented the Congo Dynasty's desire to become emperor, was succeeded by the new emperor of Congo, although it was not ordinary. But after all, he couldn't compare with the talented and strategizing old emperor. He blindly wanted to defeat the Gauls in the north and Feize in the south. He fought successively. As a result, he died unexpectedly last year. The new little emperor was only a seven-year-old child, and the domestic situation worsened. . The empire was forced to move to the capital, and its once-ephemeral prosperity was like the sunset before our eyes.

"Your Majesty, urgent battle report!" An Istan royal guard hurriedly ran over from not far away and respectfully handed the battle report to Thoradin I who turned around and walked down.

"Battle report?" Emperor Thoradin I of Istan. The white silk-gloved hand took over the defeat, opened it, glanced over it, frowned slightly and grunted, handed the battle report to the Crown Prince Thoradin Kasa, and said, "Hayela, this idiot, told him long ago that the Confederate Empire The main force must be gathering momentum. Focodila is an important place leading to Gangfei Kyoto. The Gangfei people will choose to resist no matter what. This time they were ambushed and lost 60,000 people. Fortunately, this idiot put the main force behind to stabilize the situation. Keep the situation under control, otherwise it will definitely get worse!”

"Father, do we need to support Hayera immediately?" Crown Prince Thoradin Kassa asked

"No need. Although Ha Yela, this idiot, is a little older, he is also a battle-hardened veteran. He will not be defeated so easily. I am sure that this guy will definitely find a chance to bite him back soon! He never suffers a loss, but What a talent this guy has!" Thoradin, the emperor of Istan, stepped on the guard's bent hand and smiled slightly. Get on the horse

The winter morning in New Kyoto was shrouded in thick fog. A line of hurried hoofbeats broke the silence of Xinjing in the early morning. At the open city gate, a group of knights rushed into the open city gate like a whirlwind. The dark blue cloaks of the cavalry and their yellow lion crowns fluttered in the wind. At dawn, Shining brightly in the morning light

"A great victory, a great victory in Focodile! Beheading 150,000 people!" The Chuanxin cavalry held high the flaming red barrel that represented victory, and flew through the streets of Xinjing. The sound shook the long street, causing passers-by to turn their heads.

"What a great victory! Behead 150,000 people!" Hearing the shouts of the cavalry, the passers-by were greatly stimulated. They raised their hands and made joyful sounds. The galloping horses passed through the crowd as fast as a gust of wind, without stopping but leaving only Give a back to the cheering people. The news spread throughout the capital like a storm, bringing a wave of excitement and uneasiness to all the Confederates. This was the first great victory since the invasion of the Istantians. The people were talking a lot. It was said that the invasion of the Istanbul was There are 200,000 people in the Stan army. This time, 150,000 people were beheaded in one fell swoop. That means there are only 50,000 people in the country. That’s great. The days are not far away when the people in Stan will be expelled from the country.

"On November 9, the four armies of the empire set up an ambush and defeated the Istantian army that entered Focordila in one fell swoop. The Istandans withdrew from Focordila. The two armies of the empire divided into two groups and attacked the Istantians. Countless people were routed and more than 60,000 people were beheaded! "In the Xinjing Palace, the voice of the messenger cavalry echoed from the palace ceiling!

"Didn't you say beheading 150,000 people? Why only 60,000!"

The seven-year-old little emperor looked at the battle report in his hand, his eyes wide open, looking a little shocked, and he was as happy as if he had been splashed with water. The empire mobilized four major corps, with a total strength of 200,000. In the little emperor's mind I thought it was possible to defeat hundreds of thousands of Istani troops. Who knew that with such an arrangement, the result would only be the meager 60,000 people in front of me. For the Istani army with a total of up to 200,000, such a number is not counted. What!

"It was Master Andia who asked me to say this, saying that it can reassure Kyoto and cheer up the people of the country!" The messenger cavalry blushed slightly. Also listening to the report was Marcos, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Military Affairs of the Republic of Congo, with a solemn expression. A general who had been on the battlefield, he smelled something strange in this report. He asked, "The enemy beheaded 60,000 people. How much did our army lose?"

"Our army suffered more than 40,000 losses in battle!" the messenger cavalry replied with an ugly face. "Originally, the armored elite cavalry had defeated the Istan people's flanks, but no one expected that the Istan people were too cunning, and the most elite troops were concentrated there." In the middle, just as our armored cavalry penetrated the enemy's flank, they were intercepted by the enemy's elite cavalry. The two sides fell into a melee. Although our army fought hard and bloody, the battle losses were equally serious! "

In this way, the two sides just had a tie!

Military Undersecretary Marcos sighed. With a true expression on his face, he turned to look at the little emperor above and said sternly, "Your Majesty, the Battle of Focodila can only be regarded as a tragic victory, and the Istani people will launch a counterattack soon. According to the latest report, the Istani army has already The troops were divided into two groups, and they were blocked by our army all the way. Fucodir is heading towards Mount Luokai on the other side, with hundreds of thousands of troops, and will soon enter the territory of Xinjing. The current strength of Xinjing is less than 100,000. Once the battle starts, it will be very disadvantageous for us. , so now there is only one way! "

"What can I do!" The little emperor was a little anxious. After all, he was just a seven-year-old child, trying to force a child to grow. Thinking of hundreds of thousands of Istani troops approaching the city, I felt a chill rushing to my forehead.

"Ask the Falcon Empire for help!" Marcos, the undersecretary of the Ministry of Military Affairs, gritted his teeth. He knew that this would probably bring his reputation to the ground, but he still insisted. "As previously discussed, if the war is not going well for Fucodil, , or the expected results are not achieved, our only way is to ask for help from the Falcon Empire. Although it was once the most terrifying enemy, it is. It is recognized that the Falcon Empire’s military strength is extremely strong, especially in terms of weapons. One Thor is enough to withstand a squadron. If we can get the Falcon Empire to agree to form a military alliance with us, those Chinese and European Pakistanis who are still waiting to see The Luo country will be shaken, and as long as the attitudes of other countries change, the Istani offensive will be completely contained! "

"Bastard, do you want me to join forces with the enemy who killed my father?" The seven-year-old emperor stared angrily.

"Your Majesty, the late Emperor was not killed by the Vekia Falcon!" Military Undersecretary Marcos took a deep breath and corrected him with an emphasis.

"It's not the Wakiya Falcon, but it has a lot to do with the Wakiya Falcon. If it hadn't been for that war, my father would not have died, and Gang Fei wouldn't have become what he is now!" The seven-year-old emperor suddenly jumped from his seat angrily. He stood up, his face full of anger, and his childish voice revealed a terrifying majesty of a king.

"In the past 200 years since we founded our country through war, we have conquered south and north, and have been beaten as far as Kyoto by the enemy not once or twice. However, our ancestors have overcome obstacles and been in danger many times, and they have never asked the enemy for help. , although I am only seven years old, I also know what the falcon on the throne in the north is thinking! If I ask for help, I am afraid that I will be swallowed by it even with my skin and bones! "

"His Majesty....."

Looking at the little emperor who could express such insight, Marcos showed a look of relief on his face. Although the emperor was young, he possessed the tenacity and decisiveness of Gang Fei. For his ministers who were looking forward to Gang Fei's rise again, For such an excellent monarch, if God is willing to give Gang Fei twenty years of peaceful development, he may not have the opportunity to regain his glory.

Marcos glanced at the angry emperor above and said slowly, "Your Majesty's worry is understandable. If it were at other times, it might really be like this, but now, I'm afraid that Falcon doesn't have the extra energy to think about this! He wants to swallow When we go to Gaul, we must protect It proves that there is no war in the south. If we are not really destroyed by the Istani people, in order to defend the Istani people, he must place heavy troops on the border. He cannot be like now and can unscrupulously mobilize all his forces to swallow up the Gallic Empire. The remaining areas"

"You mean he doesn't have the energy to take care of us right now?"

The little emperor was stunned for a moment, and the irritability on his face finally became smaller. The psychological shadow of this child was too serious, not only because of the death of the former emperor, but also because of the strength of the Northern Falcon Empire, which had reached the point where he could no longer resist. , the empire's army can still fight bravely against the Istan people's invasion, but if it is replaced by the Northern Falcon Empire's invasion, it is estimated that they will not even have to fight, and the ministers will collectively persuade themselves to cede territory and seek peace.

The difference in strength is too great, and there is no chance of a fight.

In the heyday of the Gangfei Empire, the army had nearly 600,000 men. The navy controlled the vast coast. The navy was completely destroyed. More than 200,000 army elites died in the battle. Even the emperor died. Not to mention the current embarrassment between internal and external forces. situation, and what frightened the little emperor the most was that the Falcon Emperor was not an old man. He could still rely on his age advantage to "kill" him one day.

However, the Vekia Falcon is only an outrageous twenty-five years old this year. The little emperor feels that he will live in its shadow for the rest of his life. This helpless fear that cannot be shaken off is what makes the little emperor feel depressed.

"Even if the Falcon Empire agrees to unite into a military alliance, their strength is also in the direction of Gaul. I'm afraid they won't be able to send troops to support us in a short time!" the little emperor whispered sullenly, "and what we can give The chips are also very limited! The other party may not be willing to agree!”

"Your Majesty can direct this. It is true that the main force of the Falcon Empire is in the direction of Gaul, but your Majesty must not forget that the Falcon Empire's Second Southern Army is also stationed in the Putao area. There are also transportation and warfare forces on the sea. The naval warships are super powerful. As long as we are willing to let go of the river mouth, the opponent's fleet and army can quickly enter Congo from the inland river area!" Marcos raised his head and said proudly!