Realm of Power

"Order the entire army to assemble and respond to the situation in Gaul at any time! All generals from all armies come to the main camp immediately!" The fat man decided to launch an attack in advance, threw the report on the ground, and shouted loudly to the guards outside the door. Soon, The generals from all armies gathered in the largest central tent in the camp.

"Your Majesty, there is a fire burning in the direction of Kyoto in Gaul. The location of the black smoke seems to be the aristocratic area." A guard walked in and reported in a low voice.

"Huh? Noble district! That woman is so quick!" The fat man was pointing at the map and assigning tasks to the generals. When he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and a trace of gloom flashed across his solemn face.

He didn't care about the deaths and injuries of the Gallic nobles. He was worried about the various talents in Gaul who were involved in this turmoil. The Gallic Empire adopted a system of nobles and vassals. The involvement of a noble family , there may also be a series of vassals such as clerks, accountants, craftsmen, calculators, geographical cartographers, weapon forgers, etc.

And Algernon Julia is famous for her ruthlessness. During the civil unrest in the Southwest District, in order to block the Murphy family's dragon armored cavalry, she even directly used civilians as physical shields. Now at this critical moment, even if it is outside the city, More than 100,000 troops trapped in the city are ruthless enough to launch a major purge. Just know this woman Once you decide to uproot a certain family, it will be like thunder sweeping away the holes without leaving any mercy. Even if you uproot the main family, you will never let go of these vassals, because no one can guarantee that there will be no right people in that vassal. A person who is loyal to his master, if such a person is allowed to slip through the cracks, it will lay hidden dangers for his own downfall.

"Do you all understand? At midnight tonight, we will invade the capital of Gaul!" The fat man took a deep breath, glanced majestically across the faces of all the generals, and tapped heavily on the big map on the table. " The central army is responsible for the main gate, the Salon Army attacks the north gate, and the southern army follows the central army! "

The map comes from Angelio. This big insider spent a full month painting dozens of city streets in the capital of Gaul on this map paper, and in the letter he guaranteed that it was the Gauls himself. There is no such detailed map of the distribution of the Gallic capital. With this map, the entire Gallic capital is like stripping off its clothes in front of a fat man. The deployment of the Gauls' troops and the few intersections they can hold on to are all on the map. Everything was marked, so Fatty was not in a hurry to attack Gaul Kyoto after breaking through the wall. What the fat man values ​​​​is the various books accumulated in the Great Library of Kyoto in Gaul for three hundred years, and the Gallic Philrag Street, known as the Thousand Craftsmen and Hundreds of Industries. . . . . . .

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The generals all stood up, straightened their bodies like sharp swords, and responded in unison, their faces flushed. The morale was extremely high. After waiting for seven days, they were finally about to officially attack the largest super city in the north of Oparo. What's more, this was Kyoto, a large empire. Just the thought of this made the generals feel that they belonged to the soldiers in their bodies. The blood is burning, and this battle is destined to go down in history for thousands of years.

"In this case, everyone should go back and prepare immediately!"

The fat man waved his hands to the generals, who turned and left. The fat man frowned as he looked at the black smoke that looked like a wound in the sky over Gaul Kyoto. After the sun set over the ridge, the sounds of brutal fighting coming from the city of Gaul Kyoto became clearer. The turmoil was expanding, and the fire spread from the noble areas to many civilian areas.

Outside the city of Kyoto in Gaul,

"Huh" The night wind blew the swarms of battle flags, like a huge forest swaying, and a hundred thousand falcon troops were waiting. The two cavalry regiments of the Central Army have put their saddles on their horses, and all the cavalry are wearing armor. The infantry group has opened the siege ballista, and the night wind is howling. The sound caused hundreds of fire piles lined up in front of the military formation to crackle. The red firelight shone on the armors of the rows of soldiers, and the lustrous spears flashed in the darkness like a forest covering the earth.

The fat man raised his head and glanced at the gloomy ink-like sky. Stretching out his hand, a wet raindrop fell on his hand, and the crystal clear water splashed into pieces in the fat man's hand. The fat man curled his lips slightly. He whispered, "Is this considered crying? If it is, it would be better to cry now than to let Gaul and Kyoto surrender earlier!"

"Crash"

As if in response to the contempt in the fat man's words, a dull rumble came from the sky above, and a flash of silver lightning cracked the sky, illuminating the army below, like a huge beast standing silently, and the boundless heavy darkness gave People use strong oppression to make people breathless,

Soldiers, swords, war horses and battle flags as neat as the sea merged into a sea, exuding a murderous aura that soared into the sky.

"Teacher!" Besukaya next to her tried her best to stabilize the frightened war horse under her crotch. Her horse came from the cold land of the north, where there is only snow but no rain. Lightning is often a sign before a thunderstorm, which is the cold weather in the north. One of the most terrifying harsh climates in the world, huge thunderstorms can bombard an area hundreds of times in a row. If it is a wasteland, it is fine, but if it is a human settlement, it will be a devastating disaster.

"God's will is unpredictable. Many times, it's just people who misinterpret God's will!" The fat man stood quietly on the horse without any concern, his black pupils were shining, looking at the Gallic capital in front, with the towering giant city standing there. It is the pride of a strong nation. And tonight, this pride will no longer exist. Now I just hope that crazy woman will not destroy everything!

"Your Majesty," he ordered the cavalry to come galloping from behind. "Your Majesty, the entire army has been assembled."

"I know." Fatty replied without turning his head. "Rumble" Thunder roared, and white light reappeared, illuminating the sky in an instant. The outline of the mountains became whiter and whiter. The generals looked at him in awe and stood upright behind the fat man. The dark military formation was silent, like a sword capable of destroying everything, flashing in the darkness the brilliance of destroying everything.

The Royal Palace of Gaul was full of running guards. The maids and attendants in the palace had long been driven to a separate courtyard. Now the palace has become the base camp of the guards. Under the candlelight like daylight, Alger Nong Julia stood in front of a map of Kyoto and was listening to a report from a Guards officer.

"We only captured Michelangelo. Several other consuls seemed to have received the news in advance. When we arrived, no one was visible! The subordinates were worried that these guys had already escaped from Kyoto in advance." Young Guards The officer's face looked ugly. He was the one who ordered everyone in Michelangelo's mansion to be killed.

"This is absolutely impossible! The city gates are all ours. Unless the other party grows wings and flies out, and the action was carried out urgently only after the death of His Majesty the Emperor, Algernon Julia shook her head in confusion. She fell silent. After a while, he said, "It should be the imperial meeting tomorrow that makes them aware of something. I was originally prepared to kill all the targets at the imperial meeting! If this is the case, the situation is a bit bad. Except for your fifth group, I have not received any replies from the other groups so far! "

"What, miss, are you saying that the others haven't come back yet?" The young officer's expression changed.

"Yes, the third group that went to the minister's house. The fourth group that went to the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the first and second groups that controlled the ordnance warehouse. No one has responded yet!" Algernon Julia said. He mentioned the names of several groups, and the uneasiness on his face became more and more intense. What's going on? Logically speaking, it should be time to reply! Thinking that only one of the four eastern rulers had been captured, an ominous premonition arose in her heart.

According to the old rules of Gaul and Kyoto, the nobles of Gaul and Kyoto can have a certain number of private soldiers, especially some wealthy families who own their own external lands or have important ruling positions. They have tens of thousands of troops in the field and private soldiers in their Kyoto mansion. The number of soldiers ranged from five to six hundred to more than a thousand. They are all elites trained by each family with great effort and energy. Their weapons and armor are among the best in the empire.

This is why Algernon Julia decisively decided to attack!

"No matter what, send someone to contact other groups immediately!" Algernon Julia pressed her hand heavily on the table and said through gritted teeth, "I have a bad feeling. If I am not wrong, we may be lost this time." We have fallen into the trap of Kyoto's wealthy families! Kyoto currently has only 50,000 troops, including more than 30,000 city guards. The army will obviously not be on our side, so there are only 17,000 guards on our side. Once the wealthy families in Gaul and Kyoto unite, the total number of private soldiers will far exceed the number of our guards. Collapse, people are panicking, I originally thought of disarming these dangerous wealthy families by surprise,

Although the emperor made some arrangements for his successor in advance. But after all, there are no upright heirs, and the entire empire has not been informed according to the announcement. At this moment, whoever strikes first may be the winner. In the struggle for power, there is never a middle path to choose from. Just like I promised His Majesty the Emperor, no matter what, even if my hands are stained with blood and I fall into hell and become a ghost after death, I will let Gaul exist!

"yes!'

The young guard officer nodded solemnly and hurried away with a dozen of his subordinates. The door of the conference room was closed again behind him. There was already chaos outside. There were running soldiers everywhere, and there were bursts of fighting sounds outside the palace. "What's going on?" The young officer looked stunned and stopped a guard who was running in a hurry.

"Captain Robson, what's wrong, Captain Rizzo of the third team and Captain Tigre of the sixth team teamed up to kill Captain Dudo of the second team. They are spies of the wealthy Kyoto families!" the Imperial Guard recognized them. He said breathlessly

"What! How could this be!"

Robson shook his body and turned pale with fright.

Riso's third team and Tigre's sixth team had a combined strength of 6,000 men, the most elite troops in the Guards. In addition to the 3,000 men from the second team of Zedo who were killed, The number of troops we can control suddenly dropped to less than 10,000, and the other side gained an additional 6,000 troops out of thin air.

Moreover, the life and death of several other teams are unknown. The palace only has the first team commanded by Algernon Julia himself and the fifth team brought back by herself. The total number is only 5,000 people.

The situation has been completely turned around! This is a conspiracy. 1 Robson took a breath of air. No wonder the other party was able to predict the plan in advance. It turned out that even the core captains were the other party's people. Who knew the other party had any more terrifying tricks? Robson did not dare to delay. , immediately turned around and opened the door, reporting the situation to Algernon and Julia inside.

"Algernon Julia's pretty face had a hint of death. After hearing that the two captains who relied on her as her right-hand men had defected to the wealthy families in Kyoto, she had the urge to vomit blood. She knew that her plan had been completely exposed to the wealthy families in Kyoto. Next, show weakness first, and then counterattack. These old foxes must be laughing and watching the fun somewhere now.

"Can the palace still be defended?" Algernon Julia walked to the clothes rack behind her, took off the skirt and armor hanging there, and asked with a solemn expression.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for long!" Robson shook his head and replied, "The enemy is very familiar with us, and the defensive layout of the palace was arranged by the traitor Lisuo from the third team. He knows better than us how to easily break through the palace." line of defense!"

"I was surprised. Why did Rizzo, who never liked setting up defenses, suddenly become so interested in the palace? It turns out that the other party had a premeditated plan from the beginning!" Algernon Julia walked back and forth with a pale face. He suddenly stopped and said nervously to Robson, "Take people immediately to Nangong where the Crown Prince is! Be sure to protect the Crown Prince!"

At the end of the long street where raindrops hit the capital of Gaul, the dots of bright spots increased rapidly and merged into a shining strip of light. Private soldiers of wealthy families wearing various kinds of sophisticated armor were gathering, with the sound of hoofbeats. Lightning flashed across the sky, shining brightly.

"Captain Ruilan, you have failed. Stop struggling in vain! Join our camp and we will not treat you badly!" Wicker, the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Gallic Empire, was riding a war horse and looked behind the pile of corpses in front of him. A group of broken-down Praetorian Guards shouted to one of the officers who was covered in blood.

"Don't waste your breath. You worms growing on the body of the empire. The soldiers in the front are fighting hard, and you are making war fortune in the back!"

The Guards officer scolded him unceremoniously. Half a long street in front of him was filled with corpses. The corpses were all dressed in the clothes of the Palace Guards, and their bodies were covered with arrow clusters. The bright red human blood gathered in the city with the rain. Red water flow. The rain hit the corpse from a high place, making it look extremely cold. On the rooftops on both sides of the long street, countless private archers stood there, looking down with cold eyes.

"Since Captain Rui Lan is so insistent, I won't force it!" A smile appeared on the corner of the interior minister Wicker's mouth and he raised one hand. A group of light infantrymen holding light shields was ordered to move in to clear the battlefield. They moved the corpses away and stabbed the Imperial Guards who had not yet died completely.

"You bastards, all you are killing are the pillars and future of this country!" The officer known as Rui Lan watched his subordinates being slaughtered one by one, his eyes almost bursting open, and he let out a shrill roar.

"Are you still insisting now? The corner of Wicker's mouth curled up contemptuously. As one of the four wealthy families in Kyoto, the Wicker family has as many as 1,400 private soldiers. Since the last time they requested to transfer back to the Biyan Fort troops, He was already making preparations, uniting all the wealthy families in Kyoto and buying off the imperial guards with huge sums of money. The senior officers in the army secretly mobilized 5,000 elite troops from the fiefdom. Taking advantage of the chaos at the city gate last time, they all sneaked into Kyoto City with the defeated army. It was not until now that they suddenly launched an attack and directly killed those who came to arrest them. More than two thousand Gallic Guardsmen blocked this long street that must be passed through.

"In that case, then go to hell!" Wicker sneered, and the huge infantry group behind him rushed into the long street. In the narrow corridor filled with corpses, the two sabers were shining brightly, and the clang of the weapons colliding was like a clang. One sound,

"Kill!" The weapons and fighting power of the private soldiers were not inferior to those of the Imperial Guards. The wind carried the smell of blood, and the sound of fierce fighting resounded through the long street. Under the illumination of torches, countless spears swarmed in, and blood spattered. The screams continued one after another, and one body after another sank. He fell heavily, and the dying soldiers screamed in a low voice. A large amount of blood was like bright flowers, blooming densely on the green stone slabs of the street, one after another, and finally gathered into a pool of blood, covered by those The fast-moving leather boots splashed all over the ground.

The Imperial Guards huddled in a corner of the long street. They held the spears in their hands flat and stabbed with all their strength. The spears they drew out were dyed scarlet, and sticky blood splashed on the ground; the pikemen Holding the front tightly, blocking the intersection with shields and erecting a shield wall strong enough to withstand the impact.

"Pah, pah, pah", countless spears from the opposite side hit the shield, making constant impact sounds like heavy rain hitting the ground. They were so close that they were almost touching the enemy's head.

"Hold on, our reinforcements will come soon!" Ruilan, a Gallic officer covered in blood, continuously opened a powerful Gallic bow and quickly shot out arrow clusters to hit the private soldiers who were rushing towards him. Turn over, shoot out the last cluster of arrows, pull out the heavy sword weighing more than ten kilograms and use it as a hammer, "pop bang" the heavy sword rolled up a broken stabbing spear, and smashed the head of a private soldier. The brains are shattered, like the wind blowing up the grass,

"Go forward, they don't have many people left. If we get through here, we can go to the palace." The private soldiers around them shouted. One team turned over, and another team came. The private shooters standing on the rooftops were also there. Continuously shooting arrows downward, there is no one left standing under the eaves, and the dense arrow branches have covered the human body.

Ruilan, captain of the seventh regiment of the Gallic Guards, was shot to death by random arrows, and none of his men escaped.

At the last moment of life. The Praetorian Guards collectively chose dignity. Among the mutilated corpses, the last panting Janissary soldier held his sword high, collided with a private soldier, and was cut into pieces with knives. The sound of fighting gradually subsided, and the residents of Kyoto in Gaul hid tremblingly. Behind the door, through the crack in the window, I secretly watched the brutal fight. There had not been such a brutal and large-scale battle in hundreds of years. They couldn't figure out why their own people killed their own people first when the enemy's army was pressing down on the border!

At this time, at the gate of the city of Kyoto in Gaul, a hanging basket was slowly lowered from the height of the city wall under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people.

"What's going on? The generals looked at each other. It was less than an hour before the midnight general attack.

"Is it her?"

The fat man's face was as serious as ice, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his hands tightly grasped the reins. With his sharp eyes like an eagle, he saw more clearly than others that there was someone on the sling, and it was a woman!