Realm of Power

The night is like water, and the cool breeze of early autumn is refreshing, but the Governor's Mansion in Zivadin is not peaceful. The blazing bonfire shines as bright as day. The Governor's Mansion, which was silent in the past, is like boiling water exploding in a pot tonight.

Dozens of officials from the Samoer Intelligence Department stood in the hall with expressions as pale as dust. The nervous-looking heralds of the Legion Headquarters rode out of the Zhivadin City Gate on tall Supor horses.

Outside the governor's house, groups of patrols walked back and forth like a dense network. The guards inside the house looked at the galloping horses with complicated eyes. Samoer officers with outstanding military exploits got off their horses one by one.

Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night. Although the guards do not know why the governor issued an emergency mobilization order for the entire army as soon as he returned, all the officers from the headquarters of the Samoer Army, including squadron leaders and above, were ordered to rush there. The Governor's Mansion awaits orders.

There were more and more people in the hall, a dense mass of heads, talking like flies, the huge hall was crowded, no one knew what was going on, but standing on the left side of the hall, dozens of people with nervous faces The Intelligence Department officials saw that the Governor was very angry tonight and something bad must have happened, especially the guard who had drawn his sword at the door, giving everyone who entered the hall an ominous premonition.

"I have the temerity to disturb everyone's dreams!" The fat man strode in from the door on the left side of the hall with a livid face, and waved to the officers who were discussing. The um um discussion immediately disappeared without a trace, and there was silence. In the lobby, you could only hear Fatty's footsteps walking up to the front desk, and Fatty's unique voice sounded in the hall.

"I just got an important piece of information that is related to the life and death of our Samor."

The fat man's eyes were terribly red, and the terrifying anger in his tone made the officials of the Intelligence Department break out in cold sweat.

"And this information was from three days ago! If it weren't for someone's kind reminder, we in Samoer wouldn't even know that war had been declared!"

"Pah!" The fat man slapped the conference table at the front desk of the hall angrily, which frightened all the intelligence officials and made them tremble and turn frighteningly white.

"For such important information, every minute of delay requires our soldiers to use ten or even a hundred lives to fill it! Do you know what this is? This is a crime against Samoer!"

The fat man seemed very excited, and his voice was so loud that it could tear off the roof, "Our enemies may declare war on Samoa at any time, but the officials of our intelligence department are drunk and dreaming in Zhivadin!"

The fat man waved to the guard at the door and said sternly, "Bring this person up here!" A pale middle-aged nobleman was dragged up like a dead dog by the guard.

"Sir, have mercy on me, I don't dare to do it anymore!" the middle-aged noble with disheveled hair shouted, his head hitting the ground like a chicken Takumi, blood flowed from his broken forehead, and his whole face was bloody. , but everyone still recognized him as Baron Londisso, the undersecretary of the Samour Intelligence Department.

"Spare your life?" The fat man walked down the stage with an excited expression, his eyes were scary as if he wanted to eat people, and he said sternly, "Spare your life, who will take care of the lives of the frontline soldiers!" He suddenly pulled out a sharp sword from the waist of the guard beside him, With a wave of his arm, the huge human head rolled to the ground in the light of the sword, and hot blood spurted out from the headless chest.

Everyone in the hall gasped. No one thought that the fat man would kill someone on the spot. Dozens of officials from the intelligence department turned pale, and ten of them were so timid that they peed their pants.

"Drag the body down and feed it to the dogs!" The fat man handed the sword to the guard, kicked the headless body a few meters away, returned to the stage, and picked up more than ten sheepskin letters from the table with an angry look, his eyes He glanced at everyone and asked sternly

"Do you know what this is?" Everyone looked at each other in confusion. The fat man threw the letter on the table with a solemn expression.

"These are the letters that were searched from this bastard's secret cabinet. They are a total of eighteen letters from the Sartos area garrison, the most urgent letters for help. These precious letters sent by these soldiers with their lives and blood were all stolen by this bastard Rondiso. We have only one squadron in the Sartos area. I don’t know if our soldiers who are defending Sartos are still alive. The only thing I can do is to kill this bastard to comfort their fallen heroes!”

"Sir, send troops!" Hearing that the garrison in the Sartos area was attacked three days ago, all the squadron commanders immediately turned red and shouted angrily. The angry eyes made the intelligence officials tremble.

"Kill these sons of bitches! Avenge our deaths in battle!"

"Our soldiers will never die in vain!" The fat man waved his hand to stop the noise, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said in a cold voice

"Everyone, go back immediately and prepare for war. Tomorrow morning, the whole army will go to Sartos! We must use the sword in our hands to tell the enemy that the hot blood of the soldiers will not be shed in vain, and will be repaid with ten times the blood of the enemy!"

The bright light of the Governor's Palace went out, and hundreds of angry-looking squadron commanders left on their horses. At the garrison camp outside the city of Zhivadin, the sound of people and horses neighing continued all night long. Garrisons from various places in the Eagle Territory, Djerbo region, and Satdo region began to gather towards the southern Satos region.

Only one month after the Battle of Kyoto, the war between Satsuma and Nichiwa Chessori, which determined the course of the south, broke out.

Late at night, the fat man returned to the hotel and gently knocked on the door of Jones Nelly's room. Looking at the surprised Jones Nelly in front of him, he said apologetically, "Jones Nelly, I may not be able to accompany you to the Business Alliance tomorrow!" "

"What happened?" Jones Nelly frowned displeased. Women in love always care about these details. She didn't expect that the fat man only stayed with her for half a night and had to leave in a hurry. There was a sour taste in her heart.

"Some urgent matters need to be dealt with," the fat man said helplessly, "I have established a relationship with the Business Alliance, and the Jones family's affairs will be settled soon."

"But, but you..." Jones Nelly wanted to remind the fat man in embarrassment that she wanted to return to Kyoto to get engaged. According to the plan, after finishing the business alliance, she would return to Kyoto to announce the engagement, but Jones Nelly After all, Li is still a girl, how can she be so embarrassed to say it?

When the fat man saw Jones Nelly's shy look, he didn't know what this arrogant girl was thinking. He said calmly, "Don't worry, I will return to Kyoto after this matter is handled!"

The military situation was at a fever pitch. The fat man gave Jones Neely a few instructions and hurriedly walked down the stairs. Hundreds of Samoer Guards Cavalry were already waiting below.

"Go to the weapons research institute outside the city!" The fat man mounted his horse and waved, disappearing into the night in the thick morning mist.

"Madam! Do you know Harissa?" In the dark night, there was a crack in the guest room window on the second floor of the hotel. Jones Nelly withdrew her doubtful gaze from the window.

Behind her, the beautiful Lady Susanna, with her beautiful long hair, was sitting in a corner of the room. The soft and fair skin exposed between her thin sandy pajamas was full of temptation.

Tonight, when Jones Nelly asked Mrs. Susanna about the identity of the fat man, Mrs. Susanna said with a mysterious smile.

"It's easy for you to know the answer! Tonight, Fatty will definitely knock on your door! You can see everything you want to know on the window sill!"