Realm of Power

When the fat man woke up from his stupor, his face was sickly pale, and the fiery sun was high in the sky. It was difficult for people to associate it with the heavy rain last night. The leader of the Hulin tribe had already left with his people, and Crolisat Let the guards carry the fat man back to the camp on a stretcher made of tree vines.

The scenery in front of him was constantly changing. The dense trees were swaying up and down. The fat man felt a vague numbness in his right palm. He raised his hand and took a breath of cold air. He saw a shocking scar from his wrist to the tip of his thumb, an unknown kind of scar. The green herbs covered it looked pale and weak due to excessive blood loss.

The fat man shook his wrist tiredly, but he couldn't feel the pain in his right hand. It seemed that it must be some kind of anesthetic herb.

"Damn Croissant! I can't spare you two." The fat man raised his head angrily, only to see Croissant's Chinese-character face looking at him with an ambiguous expression.

"What are you looking at! If you can't give me a reasonable explanation today, I will remove you from the position of flag leader!" Fatty screamed angrily. Last night, the Hulin tribe took away the "promise" from him. "Now the fat man still feels distressed when he thinks about it. That is two full water bags of blood. It is so red that it makes one's heart palpitate.

It would have been a voluntary blood donation, and there was a blood donation certificate, but the fat man felt like he was being knocked down like a pig being slaughtered. This made the fat man feel very humiliated. The feeling of being bloodletted by a group of beauties was something he would never forget.

"You can't just do this, my lord!" Croissant was startled by the fat man's excited look and said with a grimace.

"You can't blame me for this. I told you sir at the beginning that the Hulin Pirates are a tribe that pays great attention to blood ties. Anyone who wants to gain the trust of the Hulin Pirates must give a part of his body's blood as the price of the promise. Sir, you don't have to Don’t worry too much, the doctors of the Hulin tribe are as famous as their scimitars, I believe you will recover soon!”

"Are you telling the truth?" The fat man said with a cold face. He didn't believe Crolisate's lies at all. This made Crolisate feel guilty and quickly pointed to Ksaste not far away.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Captain Xastai. I swear in the name of the mountain bear. If there is a lie in what I say! I will be torn apart by the mountain bear's claws, and my soul will never be able to survive." Return to the mountains”

The fat man was silent for a while. Now that the matter has come to this, there is really no point in pursuing the responsibility. Moreover, the fat man knows that mountain hunters have always regarded the mountain bear as the patron saint of the mountains. Crolisat swore in the name of the mountain bear, which is already the highest level. He took the oath and said with a cold face, "Forget it!" That ends here! What happened last night is top secret, and anyone who reveals it will be charged with leaking secrets! "

"Please rest assured, sir!" Crolissart said happily, "The guards accompanying you this time are all old people from the Governor's Mansion. They have followed you on many missions, and they know very well what should be remembered and what should not be remembered! And! They all stayed with me last night, and they don’t know much about the situation of the adults.”

"This is the best!" The fat man nodded, got off the stretcher, stretched his muscles, took the reins of his horse from the guard, got on the horse, looked at the scorching sun above his head with a solemn expression, waved his riding whip in the air, and rode The horse sped up and said, "Everyone, hurry back to the camp. We must return to the camp before noon!"

Seeing how heroic the governor was, everyone shouted and followed the fat man. Suddenly, the horse's hooves galloped and kicked up dust all over the sky.

As soon as Fatty returned to the camp, he immediately convened everyone to discuss the decisive battle with the Riva Cheze people. According to the information provided by the Hulin tribe, this time the Riva Cheze coalition army had a total of 30,000 people, divided into three parts.

One is the main force of Riva Cheze, with about 12,000 people. Most of them are peasant soldiers temporarily recruited from the territory, and their combat effectiveness is not strong. The swordsman army composed of 4,000 Riva Cheze knights and retinues is the Japanese army. Wachuan is the most important force. The Dardanelle family also has a knighthood of 600 people.

The other part is the coalition of lords in the southern coastal area of ​​​​Riva Cheze, with a number of 9,000 people, mainly composed of fishermen and mountain people. The main combat weapons are harpoon hunting knives. Although the weapons are backward, they are sturdy in combat and are extremely good at harpoon throwing. .

The last part is the mercenary army, which is mainly composed of the Hulin tribe. The personnel are complex, and most of them are coastal barbarians. They number 11,000 people, including 8,000 Hulin tribe warriors. They are well-equipped and have superb martial arts. They are the absolute main force inside.

The Hulin people have promised to remain neutral during the battle, but the Riva Cheze coalition still has a considerable number of more than 20,000 people. Although the Riva Cheze people have a complicated army, they have many real elites.

Fatty now has nearly 30,000 troops in his hands, but most of them are stationed in various places. The training and weapons and equipment of the real second-line troops are very different from those of the first-line combat troops.

There is a serious shortage of crossbow equipment. There are only 500 in each flag regiment. Samoer is not rich enough to even have a crossbow for the second-line defenders. Many weapons and equipment are eliminated by the first-line troops. It seems that there are 30,000 people.

However, there are not many troops that can actually be used for fighting. They are mainly concentrated on the 5,000 heavy infantry brought by Crolisat, the 3,000 guards at the legion headquarters and the 1,000 long archers from Xustai. These are the The real main force in the hands of the fat man

Nine thousand to 20,000. This ratio cannot be said to guarantee victory. If the three elite flag regiments of Samoer were all present, Fatty would have killed them long ago. There would still be so much trouble there.

These second-line troops are Fatty's real weakness. Most of these defenders come from farmers and soldiers from various places. They can guard towns and maintain local security. If they are dragged into a life-and-death battlefield, they will probably collapse in a short time.

Moreover, what Fatty is most worried about is the legion of well-trained swordsmen in the hands of the Riva Cheze people. These professional warriors with superb combat skills and strong will have definitely never experienced the nightmare of killing peasants and soldiers on the battlefield.

In the Sambuga Hills, the toughness of these infantry soldiers left a deep impression on Fatty. An independent heavy infantry almost overran his own army formation, not to mention that Hulichko in his own guard was once a member of that swordsman regiment. The glorious swordsmen in the army spoke highly of the combat effectiveness of this swordsman army.

After careful analysis and consideration, Fatty finally decided that instead of letting the second-line troops break up and break up his own position, it would be better to place the second-line troops behind the main army formation to form a second-line defense formation. Even if something goes wrong with the first attack line, the second-line Defense can also buy time for the main force to regroup.

Fatty divided the combat plans into various squadrons, and in the afternoon, the Samoan army began to move towards Dittatus according to the plan.

On the morning of September 10th, outside Fortress of Dittatus, in the morning mist, solemn military formations were lined up, and the Samoan falcon flag fluttered in the wind.

The fat man sat on the horse with a solemn expression, looking at the Zhiva Cheze coalition forces, backed by Dittatus Fortress, in a wave attack formation. This was the favorite attack formation of the nobles.

Arrange the spear infantry into a team of captains. When attacking, the queue advances layer by layer. From a distance, it looks like waves rolling forward. When encountering enemy obstruction, they will pile up layer by layer until the enemy's queue is crushed.

This looks like an upright decisive battle formation, but it is actually a formation with extremely sharp attacks. It uses absolutely powerful troops to force the enemy to extend the front line to compete with it, and then presses forward like mercury pouring down. The first to be pushed through is definitely the enemy's queue. the weakest position in

The continuous surge of spearmen will be like a snowball, directly submerging the enemy's rear with a torrent of momentum. In the face of this accumulated and powerful power, the defeated side will not have any chance to come back.

The fat man has already felt that the Zhiva Cheze people on the opposite side have seen through the reality of his army. After all, the quality of the second-line troops is there, with crooked queues, loose formations, and most of them wearing worn-out leather armor. This is different from the seriousness in front. The main force waiting for them is simply a world of difference.

As the first drum beat sounded, this battle that was destined to be recorded in the history of the Samoan Army began (I have something to do today, so the update is late, sorry, I will add another chapter tonight)