Realm of Power

The morning light shines from the other side of the mountain, like a dividing line dividing the land into two areas, light and dark. Marcos, the Minister of Military Affairs of the Republic of Congo, is riding on a standing horse, his eyes sweeping across the vast wilderness in front of him. The earth is filled with white mist. The spring flowers sway in the wind, very peaceful,

But this is not what Marcos wants. What he wants is the tragedy of the Black Falcon Cavalry crashing into his carefully arranged ambush circle, but he is disappointed. As the combat readiness order is lifted, the heavily arrayed Gangfei archers are The waist-high grass in front of them stood up. They had been waiting all night in vain. The soldiers looked exhausted, having gone to such great lengths to set up an ambush circle. But he did not wait for the prey that was expected to arrive outside Besuca City this morning. Everyone would have thoughts in their minds.

"Did the other party notice something?" Marcos said to himself. After waiting all night, the Falcon Cavalry that should have appeared yesterday evening did not appear. Looking at the end of the white land in front of him, an ominous feeling rose in his heart. I have a premonition that the other party is not coming towards Besuka, so where will it go?

As an experienced battlefield veteran, Marcos would not think that the other party's ferocious charge northward for hundreds of miles was just to scare him.

"Sir, did the opponent choose another route, so there was a deviation?" Bizar, the commander of the Fourth Cavalry Regiment of Congo, came over. Because the opponent was a cavalry, Marcos specially transferred a cavalry regiment back to Confederate Army. There are two cavalry regiments, one is already in Valenya Port was severely damaged in order to hold back the Falcon Empire's fleet. The other one was the Bissar Cavalry Regiment in front of them, which had 7,800 cavalry. Although it was disadvantageous to face the incoming 10,000 Falcon Empire cavalry head-on, it was still disadvantageous to use it. It's more than enough to entangle the other party.

"Won't"

Marcos shook his head with certainty and said, "It must be this way from the Alawi Mountains to Besuca, and the opponent's previous straight-line assault strategy was almost unimpeded. It proves that the opponent has a very detailed map in his hand. So there will be no deviation.

At this point, Marcos' voice suddenly stopped, and he was secretly surprised. The other party wouldn't have gone in the wrong direction, or was not in this direction at all. Or they are lurking somewhere halfway, waiting for the opportunity to give their side a fatal blow. In normal times, this arrangement seems to be just a little clever, but the Falcon Army still has 60,000 people in the direction of Baluta. If the two are mutually exclusive, echo. Internal and external attacks will make the current war situation even worse.

"No, we can't wait any longer, we must find this threat embedded in the hinterland!"

Marcos' eyes flashed, his eyebrows knitted together, and he suddenly said to Bizar, the commander of the 4th Cavalry Regiment next to him, "Your 4th Cavalry Regiment immediately advances in echelons. I will order the seventh and eighth steps." The corps followed closely behind, and the three regiments formed a pin shape. As long as If the opponent is in this direction, he will definitely be able to encounter him. "Marcos took off his sword from his waist, gave it to Bizar with a ferocious smile," Bizar, this time it all depends on you, the opponent is a cunning fox, Take this sword and help me get it out!"

"Sir, don't worry!"

Bisar looked at the imperial marshal's standard sword with hot eyes, took it respectfully, raised his hand in salute, and was about to turn around when a messenger cavalry came galloping from a distance. Kos stopped in front. Panting, he jumped down, took out a report, and said, "Sir, an urgent military report from Baluta."

"Baruta!" Marcos was nervous. Could it be that my guess was right? The Falcon Army suddenly switched from heading south to heading north. The Falcon Army on the Baluta side will not let go of such an opportunity. He has already issued combat preparation orders to the 100,000 troops on the Baluta side in advance. In this kind of situation Under the circumstances, Nuclear Power now hopes that there will be no major problems in Baluta. Marcos took the report with some doubts, glanced at it cautiously, his eye sockets suddenly opened wide, his face suddenly turned pale, and he muttered to himself "This What's going on? "

"What's the matter, sir?" Bizar, commander of the Fourth Cavalry Regiment, stretched his neck and asked curiously.

"We don't have to search anymore"

Marcos put down the report, took a deep breath, and with bitterness in his mouth, handed the report in his hand to Bizar, who looked astonished. "The other party did not get lost, but went to Baluta. It was really an amazing blow. We all We were fooled. The target of this Falcon Cavalry is not Besuka, but the rations for Baluta’s 100,000 troops. We have all been fooled!

"What, Baluta's military rations!" Bizar's eyes almost bulged out when he heard it. The opponent rushed hundreds of miles from the south like a hurricane. The advance was so fast that there was no chance to react. Everyone thought that the opponent's goal was well established. It was right that Besuka was not where the court was. Who would have thought that just one night, the other party would turn to Baluta,

"Order the entire army to evacuate"

Marcos waved his hands in frustration. No one knew better than him how powerful the Falcon Army's attack was. Military rations were now the Achilles' heel of the Confederate Army. Because of the lack of military rations, he even asked His Majesty the Emperor to let the generals develop it. Due to the proposal of the local army, the rations of the 100,000-strong army that had finally been gathered were burned in a fire, and the Baluta defense line was already self-defeating.

This feeling is like having drawn a sword towards the enemy in front, only to be pierced through the throat by a sharp arrow from a thousand meters away from behind. It is really shocking.

Just when the Gangfei people were worried about the attack on the Baluta defense line, very sad news came from the south. Duke Andia, the commander-in-chief of the southern coast, who had high hopes, was leading 20,000 troops toward what should be a weak force. When marching into the Bawuni Fortress, they were ambushed by 30,000 Falcon Army infantry who suddenly turned again.

The 20,000-strong Congolese troops killed more than 15,000 and captured 4,000 prisoners. Even the commander-in-chief Duke Andia himself was among the prisoners. This was the last legion of the Congolese on the southern coast. With the capture of Duke Andia, the battle on the southern coast of Congo, which attracted the attention of the entire Obaro, came to an end. Because of this battle, the already very weak Gangfei people once again lost nearly 80,000 troops, as well as the resource-rich ports on the entire southern coast. Gangfei, which had completely lost its exports to the open sea, became a veritable landlocked country this time. Yes,

Also because of the fall of the southern coast, the Congolese Empire's route to obtain food through trade routes was completely cut off, leaving only one route.

In Putau, the plundering of food in the Putau area became a life-saving straw for the Congolese Empire. In order to obtain food and wealth, the Congolese army committed numerous atrocities in the Putau area. According to incomplete statistics. In just the first month of the invasion of Putau, more than 90,000 Putau people were massacred by the Congolese army, especially the newly rising Putau nobles, who were the focus of the Congolese army.

The brutality of the people of Gangfei finally stimulated the people of Putau, and the nobles of Putau joined in the war to resist the invasion of Gangfei. The first Patriotic War in Putau in the history of Obaro broke out.

The huge financial resources previously accumulated by the Putao nobles were turned into weapons. Armor and soldiers, the population of Putao is insufficient, so the nobles recruit mercenaries. Putao is a smuggling distribution center. There are more than 300 mercenary organizations registered in the Business Alliance, with a total of more than 17,000 people. Coupled with the mercenaries who flocked from other regions upon hearing the news, as of the third month of spring, the combined force of the Putao nobles had reached 37,000 people. The invading Congolese forces broke out at the Battle of Amut

Amut is a small town less than thirty miles away from the Duke's Palace of Putau. Breaking through here is the Duke's Palace of Putau, which has just been built into a business center. The base camp of the Putao nobles. In fact, due to the brutality and plundering of the invading army from Gang Fei, the Duke's Palace raised the flag of the Putao Orthodox Army. The reputation of the Duke of Putao is rapidly recovering. In troubled times, the current talents of Putao He knew that if he didn't have enough force to back him up, he would be a prey for the other party to kill him however he wanted. The common nobles who were originally not interested in the Duke began to change.

Next to the town that had been burned to ruins, the Duke of Putao fiddled with the lookout that Fatty had given to him as a gift. Behind him, the Putao nobles were wearing various armors and whispering. Among these Putao nobles There are brothers. There are father and son, and the military flags representing each family's emblem are colorfully fluttering in the wind.

They wore gorgeous armor and carried heroic tasseled helmets and crosses. The cloaks on his body were blown by the wind and fluttered like clouds. Entire groups of infantry were entering the battlefield. They formed a neat quadrilateral in the wilderness, wearing newly made armor and spears, with battle flags flying.

"Attention, the whole army is ready! No matter how far or how close the opponent is, when you hear the order, thrust out the spears in your hands! This way you can survive." A veteran general raised his sword towards the sky and drove his horse from The national football team ran in front of a whole row of soldiers, with majestic eyes and a frightening chill all over their bodies.

This energetic old man is the Marquis of Wuwent. The commander of the coalition this time, the nominal commander is the Duke of Putao. In this coalition, the Duke's Mansion does not have many troops, only about 4,000 people. It is purely The soy sauce party, the Marquis of Wuwent has the largest army, with a total of 7,000 people. According to the Duke of Putao According to the statement, many Putuo nobles regarded this Gang Fei invasion as an opportunity to rise. The incompetence of the Duke's Palace made many people have ideas, and the Marquis of Wwent was very popular among the nobles. He is famous and once served as the combat officer of the Duke's Palace. He is also the head of a powerful family.

In fact, the Duke is not optimistic about the combat effectiveness of the coalition, but as the nominal co-owner of the Putao nobles, if he announces that he will not participate, the best consequence is that he will be spurned by others, and the worst consequence is that the coalition of nobles will fight against Before Gang Feiren fights, he first flattens his own Duke's Mansion. He once thought about asking the Falcon Empire for help, but the fact is that the empire's troops are exhausted. The number of Falcon troops left in Lisbonto is only 10,000.

"Now I can only rely on myself!" Duke Putao tightened the reins of the horse in his hand. The armored horse was kicking the ground uneasily and barking twice in a low voice.

"May God bless me Pu Tao!" The nobles began to pray. In the wilderness ahead, a 20,000-strong Congolese army was gathering as they advanced dispersedly.

The unique large tower shields of the Gangfei infantry are like a row of round buckles spread all the way along the edge of the earth. Countless black spears stand at the forefront of the Gangfei military formation, shining with an awe-inspiring cold light. At a glance, Just inhuman shining silver armor Like an overwhelming silver light, the high-spirited Confedi people seized a nearby powerful terrain, a mound located on the center line where the two armies met. It was the commanding heights of the entire battlefield. Whoever controlled that place could control the entire battlefield. Watching with eager eyes. Waiting for an opportunity to move, looming as a threat to the coalition's flanks,

"Is there any news about the Falcon Empire sending reinforcements?" Some nobles were whispering.

"I heard that it was rejected! In fact, you and I both know that the Falcon Empire's troops in the Putao area are already in neutral. How can there be any extra troops to support us!" Another noble who was talking to him had an ugly face. said

"Why is this happening? Isn't it because of them that the Gangfei people started a war with us? As our suzerain country, isn't it because we fulfill our obligation to protect?" The noble looked indignant.

"Suzerain? The question is when did you think that the Falcon Empire was your suzerain!" The noble curled his lips in disdain and said coldly, "If I remember correctly, you have always thought that the Falcon Empire should evacuate from Putao. Right! Now it’s just a little bit of pressure and you’re thinking about the benefits of the Falcon Empire?”

"This..." The noble opened his mouth in embarrassment and was speechless. Yes, who would have thought that Pu Tao would be in such an embarrassing situation once he lost the military support of the Falcon Empire. ,

"Okay, okay. What's the use of discussing this? Concentrate on fighting!" One of the nobles came over to smooth things over.

"What the hell is going on?" Duke Putao glanced at the Gangfei Army in front with a bit of solemnity. At least he knew some military things. Following the fat man, he had also seen the cruelty of the battlefield. The opponent was well prepared. His posture made him frown slightly. The terrain here is obviously unfavorable to the coalition forces. Who set the battlefield here? The coalition forces numbered 27,000, and the Confederates opposite also numbered 20,000.

"The terrain here looks unfavorable to us!" The Duke of Putau told this idea to the coalition commander, the Marquis of Wuwent.

"Your Excellency, the Duke, just needs to sit back and watch the battle. Leave the battle to me!" The Marquis of Wovant looked very indifferent to the Duke's question and said confidently, "War is never something that can be absolutely guaranteed." If we are always hesitant, why fight? The enemy is just frightened by our military strength, so he takes a defensive position. There is no difference between advantages and disadvantages. , the only difference is which soldier on both sides is braver!"

"It's obviously a matter of hasty decision-making, blocking the enemy in an unfavorable situation, yet still showing a confident performance. Don't you, my lord, know what shame is?" A cold voice came,

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to make comments!"

The Marquis of Wovant looked angrily at a young nobleman coming from the direction of the coalition's left wing formation. This young nobleman was wearing a black tattooed shoulder armor and a long black cloak. He looked majestic and had a stern look in his eyes. There was a sharpness that made people feel uncomfortable. There is indeed a white thorn flower on the chest, which is the symbol of the Imperial Guard.

"Who are you?" Duke Putao was surprised for a moment. He remembered that he had seen this young man, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"I'm sorry. Your Majesty the Duke!" The young officer smiled slightly and saluted the Duke. "I am Lieto, the squadron leader of the Sixth Flag Regiment of the Central Guards of the Falcon Empire. I am currently serving as Lord Varisien's aide-de-camp. This time I am serving under the command of Lord Varisien. Your Majesty’s instructions are here to remind you that there are people in the coalition forces who are non-military, and this blockade is a trap, so it’s better to evacuate quickly!”

"You said we have some unscrupulous spy here, are you sure?" Duke Putao was stunned when he heard this, and asked with a serious face.

"Your Majesty the Duke, this is a very serious slander. All of you who can appear here have already proven that you are the real Putao people. Where did the gangster spies come from? And there are only 20,000 gangfei people on the opposite side. , our army is completely at an advantage, where is the trap?" the Marquis of Wuwent said angrily.

"The 20,000 people are just bait. More troops from the other side are gathering! The other side wants to use you as bait to lure us out!" the young officer insisted.

"You mean the other side has more troops..." The Duke of Putao was startled when he heard this. Before he could finish speaking, the Marquis of Wwent next to him said impatiently, "If the hunter The Eagle Army has no intention of supporting you, so please stop talking nonsense, otherwise you will shake the morale of the coalition forces! Even if you are an officer of the Falcon Empire, I will order your immediate arrest."

"This..." Duke Putao seemed very hesitant. Although he was the nominal co-owner, if he forcibly accused the nobles of having enemy spies, he would also be committing public outrage. Seeing the duke's hesitation, the young man The officer sighed and said, "I hope your Excellency the Duke will take care of himself." He turned around and rode away.

"go ahead!"

The Marquis of Wuwent drew his sword, and the central military formation advanced neatly. The spear array advanced steadily and orderly. The spears bursting with cold light were like mountains, and their thickness gave people endless pressure. Both sides were infantry, and there were not many tricks. , it’s nothing more than to see who can break through the opponent’s queue first. When approaching the midline, The two armies began to accelerate, and what was "killing" was the traditional light infantry throwing spears. When these infantry queues were fifty or sixty meters away from each other, they neatly threw their throwing spears into the sky. The heavy infantry in the front row of both sides were also at the same time. He neatly raised the heavy shield in his hand and covered his body behind the shield.

The infantry of both sides slammed into the opponent's center like two huge anchors.

Bang bang, soldiers from both sides collided almost at the same time. The fierce collision of metal shields was like waves crashing on the rocks.

The spear pierced the heavy armor of the hoplite, bringing up a stream of red,

The armor sewn with iron sheets on his body was immediately torn open, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood flew down from a high place like raindrops.

"What's going on?"

Duke Putao stood on a high place, fiddling with the telescope in his hand. The scene in front of him made him sweat coldly. In the most powerful army of Marquis Wu Wente, after only one battle, the 7,000-man Wu Wente Corps was forcibly separated from the middle of the formation by the enemy with only a thousand people, revealing the weak flank of the central army in the fierce battle.

At this moment, no matter how stupid he was, Duke Putao knew that the coalition forces had been betrayed!