Realm of Power

The Gangfei Guards cavalry who was lying on the ground crying suddenly stopped crying. He seemed to have thought of something. With the help of the soldiers next to him, he stood up unsteadily and said urgently to the officer, "Sir, hurry up, please take this right away." Report to Your Majesty that the Falcon Army on the other side is probably running away! Yes, I think it is for this reason that the other side’s rear cavalry has been chasing us for thirty miles!”

The officer hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Reporting to His Majesty the Emperor, wouldn't this make things difficult for himself? I am just a lower-middle-level officer in the Imperial Guard, and I am still a few ranks away from meeting the emperor. From here to the emperor's central army tent, there are three checkpoints that need to be passed along the way.

The first two steps are not a problem. The guarding officer knows him and will let him pass after just a symbolic inquiry. The most difficult step is the third step, which is the area responsible for the personal guards who are responsible for the emperor's safety. Even the guards standing guard are of a higher rank than middle- and lower-level officers like himself. And this news has not yet been confirmed. If it is later confirmed to be false news from the Falcon Army, and it is also false news that directly targets His Majesty the Emperor, with such a record, then his military career will be over.

"Lord Bolian. The ambush circle set by the 50,000-strong army may have been exposed to the sight of this northward marching Falcon Army. For the sake of Lord Sharad who died in the battle, please agree to my request. Everyone can't die in vain! "The body of the Guards Cavalry, covered in blood, suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of him, his weak voice was panting rapidly, his body shook a few times, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to die immediately. About to faint

The young officer known as Bolian was startled. The situation pushed him to the forefront. "There is no room for rejection!" The officer said to himself and smiled bitterly, looking at his eyes full of pleading. Praetorian Cavalry. He gritted his teeth, nodded hard and said

"Okay, I, Bolian, promise you that I will report this matter to His Majesty immediately! Your injuries cannot be delayed. They must be treated immediately. If there is a loss due to the injury, it cannot be justified in any case."

"That's it. Thank you Lord Bolian!" A smile appeared on the face of the Guards Cavalry, and his expression relaxed. The eyes in his pupils were blurry, tired and exhausted. When the cavalryman actually passed out, the officer held him up and loudly told his subordinates to find a doctor with a solemn face.

Soon, the army doctor arrived and examined the wounds of several Guards cavalry.

"What a fate. The arrow avoided the chest and important parts. It should be fainting caused by excessive bleeding! Find a place immediately. The arrow must be taken out, otherwise there will be problems!" The military doctor is a sixty-year-old man. old man. Squatting down, he used a white cloth to wipe away the blood from the wound torn by an arrow cluster on one of the Guards Cavalry.

Looking at the wound where the minced meat was rolled, there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Bolian asked his men to clear a table in a nearby tent, and everyone worked together to lift the unconscious Guards Cavalry to the table.

The military doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead with a solemn expression, and spread his hands to a young man who seemed to be an apprentice following behind him, "Put that thing down!"

Hearing the words of the military doctor, everyone's breathing paused, even Bolian.

They all looked at the apprentice carefully putting down the iron box on his body.

The box looked very heavy, and it made a metallic shaking sound when it landed on the ground. As the box opened, a row of tools inside was revealed, including a small silver saw with serrated teeth, a long sterling silver clamp, and even a sharp short handle. The ax head, the incision of the ax head was also hot-rolled with silver. Seeing that the tools worn by the military doctor were very professional, Bolian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The country of Obaro does not yet have a specialized military medical system. The so-called military doctors in the Congolese army and even in the Obaro region are local doctors who are temporarily recruited before the war. Doctors generally take a more direct approach to treating trauma. If it is an arrow wound, they will saw it. Drop off a section of the arrow handle and use a clip to take it out If the arrow was taken out, if the limb was injured, it would be amputation. This time it was easier, just taking out the arrow. To be cautious, the military doctor asked Bolian's men to use ropes to fix the hands and feet of the unconscious Guards cavalry behind the four corners of the table. Then everyone was kicked out of the tent

"Okay, it's already crowded here! I need silence, and so does the wounded man, unless you want him dead!"

The old military doctor seemed a little impatient. Taking arrows from the wounded or cutting off limbs was a shock to ordinary soldiers. There are strict orders in the army that military doctors do not let soldiers see these things, so as not to affect the morale and morale of the army.

Less than ten seconds after Bolian walked out of the tent, he heard a fierce shout from inside the tent. The expressions of everyone outside changed. The feeling was like a hot iron falling on the skin.

"Good luck to you, brother! That's all I can do!"

Bolian raised his head and looked at the sky, praying in his heart. In the Europa continent, most countries believe that silver can resist scurvy caused by wound infection. Although it may not be useful, at least it is psychologically suggestive. This is it. In the era of surgical operations, less than half of the wounded soldiers in the war survived.

Bolian walked back to his tent, put on his squadron leader's armor, looked down at the white bear flag flying in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the big tent in the center of the camp under the white bear flag. A peripheral officer, he knew very well how difficult it was to meet the emperor, but thinking of the Rashad squadron that was almost wiped out, he decided to give it a try

"Berlian, where are you going?" The first pass leads to the inner camp. The officer guarding the gate knows him. The two have a good relationship in private. The other party calls him by his first name.

"I have some urgent matters that need to be reported to the superiors!" Bolian replied

"Above? You mean those people further inside? Bolian, you know how difficult it is to do this!" The officer's face became a little strange, and he looked up and down.

"I think so, although I don't want to go either! But you have to do what you promised to others," Bolian sighed helplessly.

"Actually, I saw it just now. If it's about the cavalry, I think it's better for you to go directly to their superiors. They are from the Guards system! And we..." The officer hesitated and hesitated to speak.

"Thank you for reminding me. I thought so too, so I went to find them!" Bolian shrugged.

"Well, okay. You go over there!" The officer on the opposite side waved his hand to his subordinates behind him. I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good luck, brother!"

Pass the first level. Bolian quickened his pace. The inner camp was the Guards camp. Bolian passed by a group of Guards soldiers who were training and soon reached the second checkpoint. The guard officer here is a Guards squadron captain of the same rank as him, but he has an extra golden olive leaf on the helmet logo.

This shows that this squadron leader is a real guard officer in the Praetorian Guard.

The Guards officer stood in front of him with a cold face. His eyes glanced at the squadron leader's sign on the shoulder of Bolian, and his face became slightly better. "Sir, squadron leader, don't you know the rules of the camp? As a peripheral Captain. You have no right to be here!"

There was a trace of obvious contempt on the corner of the guard officer's mouth, and his scorching eyes made people feel uncomfortable. Bolian hesitated for a moment, and then said in a respectful tone, "My lord, I have urgent matters to meet with General Rashad!" General Shad is the father of Captain Rashad who died in the battle. He is a senior general in the Guards.

Bolian just thought about it on the way. It is impossible for him to meet the noble emperor with his status, but as the senior general of the Guards Corps, Lord Rashad should have such full strength, so Bolian is ready to go first. Find this Lord Rashad, and then let Lord Rashad find His Majesty the Emperor. This will reduce the difficulty a lot. "As long as the news reaches His Majesty the Emperor's ears, his promise will be fulfilled!" Borian thought so in his heart.

"Lord Sharad has been summoned by His Majesty for a meeting." The guard officer's face was still cold, his tone was quite playful, and his perfunctory look was obvious. Most of the requests from peripheral officers like Berrian were to get close to you.

"When will your lord come back?" Borian asked

"I don't know. I'm afraid you won't be able to see him! Go back. If I see him, I will tell him." The guard officer curled his lips slightly and said with contempt. "And I would like to advise you, what?" You can hold any position with such ability, and thinking too much is just extravagant hope! "

"Haha! Look at that fool who came from the outlying camp!" Some officers passing by around let out a burst of laughter.

A trace of anger flashed across Bolian's face, and he clenched the fingers of his hands tightly. If he hadn't thought of his promise, he would have turned around and left long ago. The Guards had a long history of looking down on peripheral officers. The other party could use such a The tone speaks to himself because it is also a Guards system, and the status of peripheral officers and Guards officers is very different.

Most of the peripheral officers are troops drawn from various armies, and their status is somewhat similar to the retinue troops in the Praetorian Guard.

Only the Guards are the real Imperial Guards. They are of the same class, but in terms of status, the difference is as big as pure gold and gilded appearance. Moreover, some self-proclaimed Guards officers claim that peripheral officers and It is a shameless act of stealing to enjoy the title of Guards himself.

"What, don't you understand? The Guards officer urged him to leave again. Let's go. This is not a place for despicable people like you. Just stay on the outside. Why bother with the stinky smell on your body? It’s spreading everywhere!”

"Yes, you can hold a position based on your ability. If you take off the coat of your wealthy family, I wonder what kind of position you can hold with your ability!"

Bolian smiled instead of being angry, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said to the Guards officer whose face was full of contempt, "A newcomer who has never really been on the battlefield is here to rebuke without shame. A captain who had beheaded ten people actually tasted just like that.

"They are all full of a rotten smell! I don't know how many people like you have never seen blood in their scabbards!" Bolian's nose twitched.

"Bold, are you looking for death!"

The Guards officer held his sword angrily. He did not expect that he would be humiliated by a lower-ranking officer.

"I'm a soldier, and I'm not used to drawing swords on my own people!"

Bolian turned around indifferently and said loudly as he walked, "And I'm just here to convey the news. Please tell General Sharad that he just received the news that his son, Captain Boka Sharad, died in the battle at Watto Fortress! Also, The Falcon Army of Watto Fortress abandoned the fortress and its whereabouts are unknown! "

"Asshole. You are drunk and confused. Captain Sharad died in the Watto Fortress. Are you kidding me? This morning. Captain Sharad just came from here..." The angry face of the Guards officer suddenly froze. . The voice suddenly stopped, yes. The Sharad Squadron that was supposed to return has no trace of it yet, and the mission of the Sharad Squadron is to closely monitor the movements of the Watteau Fortress.

"Could it be!" the Guards officer's expression changed.

"Someone, stop him!" the Guards officer shouted in panic. A group of Guardsmen rushed out and stopped Berrian.

Soon, General Sharad, who looked solemn, also arrived. He did not go to attend any meeting. The reason why he came in a hurry was because if the news was true, it would be extraordinary. The significance of his son's death in battle and the quiet retreat of the Falcon Army occupying the Watteau Fortress was enough to affect the entire ambush battle and even shake the overall situation of the entire campaign.

He held back the shock in his heart and listened to what Bolian had reported carefully.

This is the Guards General of the Confederate Empire. Immediately sent people to the outlying camps to confirm the authenticity. Soon, the people sent found the injured Guards cavalry and learned about the incident. After listening to the report, Sharad was silent for a full minute.

The Sharad family is a famous military general family in the Gangfei Empire. They once produced an imperial marshal and eleven generals with great military honors. But at this moment, he gives the impression that he is much older.

Bocasarad, who died in the battle, was his eldest son, the heir who would inherit his title and military position. He looked very much like him. He had a strong character and outstanding commanding ability. His performance in the army was also eye-catching. With time, he could He must be an outstanding military general. In the eyes of old Sharad, his son has the potential to become the marshal of the empire, but now. . . . . .

Rashad closed his eyes, held back the grief in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you very much for sending such important information. I will report this to His Majesty right away!"

He is a very majestic-looking general, walking with a tiger-like air that belongs to a fierce general. Thinking that the heir who has poured countless efforts into it has turned into a corpse, and even the bones are not known where, this Gang Fei Every step the fierce general took towards the emperor's army tent, his heart was bleeding.

"Your Majesty, Lord Rashad, commander of the third regiment of the Guards, wants to see you!" The voice of the royal attendant sounded at the door.

"Let him in!"

The little emperor was leaning on a brown-red chair, looking through a record in his hand. It was the diary of the former emperor, which belonged to the royal secrets. Whenever he felt confused, the little emperor hoped to find it in it. In this diary, he saw how his father, the former Emperor Gangfei, went from being a prince outside the line of succession to finally ascending to the throne of Emperor Gangfei step by step.

Most of the boys’ natural idols are their fathers.

The same is true for the little emperor. In many places, his performance has begun to show the same staunch demeanor as his father. He also inherited the habit of his predecessor, Emperor Gangfei, who did not care about the future in battle, such as the ambush of the Falcon Army heading north this time. , he only thought about eating this Falcon Army, and then retaking the lost southern coast of Congo, but he did not expect that it would be a joke for Congo to retake the southern coast without a navy.

"At least it's feasible strategically! You need to pay attention to the execution!" Minister of Military Affairs Marcos still admired the ambush plan. As the military affairs teacher of the little emperor, he was very pleased with such students. After all, the little emperor Only seven years old!

"Sir Rashad, what's the matter with you?" Feeling the hot air coming from the guards general who walked in, the little emperor unexpectedly put down the diary in his hand.

In his impression, this upright and mature general of the empire had the unique golden curls of the Sharad family, eyebrows as strong as swords, eyes that gave people the feeling of burning flames, and a body as tall as a mountain. This feeling was like a blond lion squatting in front of him, which always made the little emperor feel a little unnatural. What a ferocious person!

"Your Majesty, I have just received a report that the Falcon Army may have abandoned the Watto Fortress and is hurriedly escaping from the encirclement of our army!" Rashad's tall body knelt down on one knee, put his hand on his chest and gave a military salute to the emperor. He said with a solemn tone, his voice shook the military tent and made a humming sound.

"What? How is this possible? Are you sure the news is reliable?" After the little emperor was stunned, he stood up with a surprised look on his face.

This time, 50,000 Imperial Guards were set up to set up an ambush, preparing to determine the overall situation through this battle. If the Falcon army marching north escapes, the entire war situation will enter a relative period. For those who have just reached the red line in logistics, For those outside the court, failure to achieve a breakthrough in the short term is no different from defeat!

"It shouldn't be wrong. In order to bring back this news, Quanzi sacrificed his life for the country!" Rashad replied with a dark face and a subtle tremor in his voice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect..." The little emperor looked embarrassed and looked a little hurried. He had seen Rashad's son, a very handsome and energetic young man.

I personally awarded the young man the sword of the captain of the Royal Guard. There were less than ten people in the Royal Guard who had such an honor. At that time, Rashad, who always had a serious face, couldn't stop laughing. The little emperor was envious. If his father could show such a happy smile for him, it would be such a touching thing.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to apologize. My Rashad family has been generals for generations, and we have long regarded death in battle as an honor and belonging!" Rashad said with emotion, "Now the first problem is to organize troops to pursue immediately. Otherwise, once the Falcon Army completely gets rid of us, then this battle will be in vain!"