Realm of Power

The June rain was blowing in the Gallic capital, and the rain was pouring down like white lines on the streets and alleys of the Gallic capital. The beautiful and decadent scenery reflected in the eyes of Stetunko, the southern governor of the Falcon Empire.

Holding hands tightly together, the southern governor of the empire looked a little pale. In his eyes, there was no beauty of the hazy mist and rain in June that is famous in Gaul Kyoto, but the blood of tens of thousands of imperial soldiers flowing in his eyes.

Behind him, kneeling respectfully on one knee was a Falcon Empire messenger cavalry who was soaked by the rain. The messenger cavalry was wearing full-body armor. The water droplets were flowing along the gaps in the metal plates of the armor, and dripping onto a strip worth of money in the middle of the office. On the gorgeous carpet with tens of thousands of gold coins,

The messenger cavalry's face was pale in his eyes, his lips were pursed tightly, and the soaked carpet under his feet was like a blooming black flower.

"Lord Salon specially asked me to report that our army failed in the Battle of Poalonso and the Eastern Allied Forces entered in full force. Lord Salon specially asked me to tell you that Gaul and Kyoto should prepare in advance."

"Is Gaul and Kyoto also preparing? It's really not like Salon can say anything! The situation has reached this level!"

Stetunko looked at the rows of tall house spiers in the distance, his shoulders trembling slightly. The face of this important imperial minister was as severe as the harsh winter in December.

"Since you are coming from the front line, tell me how the situation is on the front line?" Stetunko waved his hand to the messenger cavalry.

"Nearly half of the legion has been lost. Without time to rest and recuperate, we need to try our best to stop the advance of the Eastern Allied Forces. The battle situation is very unfavorable." The cavalryman stood up, lowered his head and replied with an ugly face. "If you have nothing else to do, please leave first!" "

"Oh, are you in such a hurry?"

Stetunko glanced at the messenger cavalry in astonishment. His young face looked very calm. The armor on his body was damaged in time and there was no time to repair it. He should be a young but battle-hardened veteran!

"Everyone on the front line is working hard. I really don't dare to delay!" The messenger cavalry smiled awkwardly. "And there are not many messenger cavalry around Master Salon anymore."

"I know! When you go back, tell Salon that there will be no problem with Gaul and Kyoto. If it really can't be stopped, just pull back. But the eastward advance failed, and the desperate fighting of tens of thousands of troops was completely in vain. He should think about how to explain it to His Majesty!" Stetunko squeezed the report tightly with his five fingers and said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The cavalry was ordered to leave Stetunko's office, and an adjutant pushed the door in from the outside with a stack of documents. Seeing Governor Stetunko's face with unconcealable anger, he cursed "Stupid! Arrogant! Bringing humiliation to yourself"

"Sir, what happened? The adjutant carefully placed the document on the desk and asked curiously. The governor has always given people a very stable impression. He has rarely seen such a lapse of attitude. Tetunco took a deep breath, pressed his hand heavily on the table, and cursed angrily with bloodshot eyes, "The battle to advance eastward was lost! That idiot Saron messed up the entire battle! "

"Sir, you are saying. Lord Salon's legion was defeated?" The adjutant's face changed slightly and he trembled.

"Not only was he defeated, but he was also defeated miserably!" Stetunko showed a wry smile, shook his head to the adjutant and said, "Your Majesty has already explained it. To march into the east, we only need to fight steadily. With the material support of the occupied areas, at most one We can destroy the eastern mountainous area in a year and establish the overall situation. We must not go deep into the eastern mountainous area alone. However, this bastard claims that his army has outstanding combat capabilities and wants to claim credit in front of His Majesty."

"Advancing alone. Totally ignoring the cooperation between the two armies, and being careless. I really thought that with a thin blockade tower, I could sit back and relax. All the disadvantages were taken care of. Now I'm fine. I was dragged into the unfavorable terrain by the opponent's nose. In the mountain battle, they were cut off by the remnants of the Gallic army. Thirteen thousand people were killed and 20,000 injured in the battle. The blood of tens of thousands of imperial soldiers stained the eastern mountainous area red. The entire legion was completely disabled!

"Now the Eastern Allied Forces are taking advantage of the opportunity to invade the three provinces in the eastern region, and the remnants of Gaul are also preparing to attack. Your Majesty's speculation has become a reality! Under excessive pressure, the remnants of Gaul have indeed joined forces with the eastern mountainous areas. , this is what His Majesty least wants to see The situation! Order all armies to prepare. Except for Salon’s legion, the empire’s forces in eastern Gaul are us! Salon is already desperate for death. If we don’t want to be whipped to death by His Majesty Falcon, the best way is Just save that idiot!"

Stetunko looked out the window. The rain was blowing between the sky and the earth with the wind, and a refreshing chill penetrated his heart. He looked deeply into the distance. In front of him was the area outside Gaul Kyoto. When he saw After Salon also requested Gaul Kyoto to make preparations, Stetunko knew that Salon had made preparations for a deadly battle.

"Yes, I understand!"

The adjutant replied solemnly. Everyone knew that Salon was His Majesty's favorite general, and he was also the governor of the southwest region, the most important area of ​​the empire. If such a top minister of the empire died in battle in eastern Gaul, even if the empire was the last Being able to conquer the eastern mountainous area and annihilate all four major ruling powers is definitely the empire's biggest failure!

"Rumble" The rain was pouring down, and the torrential rain was pouring. Lightning flashed in the sky, splitting the vast sky like a sharp sword. In the black space, there was a burst of burning, and it also illuminated the battlefield below. Salon sat on his steed, clasping hands together;

before him the earth

"All troops stop!" A middle-aged man wearing a golden cockscomb helmet pulled hard on the horse running under his crotch. He raised his right hand and signaled to the cavalry behind him.

"Papa" tens of thousands of mountain cavalry gathered at the edge and stopped neatly and uniformly following the order. Horse hooves trampled heavily on the muddy water at the edge, splashing up a large area of ​​white water spray because of the white water formed by crowding at the edge at the same time. In front of the line, tens of thousands of horses' hooves were raised and lowered uneasily, bringing up the soil on the ground at the same time, turning the ground under their feet into a ball of mud. The long neighs of the war horses came one after another.

"My lord, the capital of Hasast province has been breached!"

The news brought by the messenger cavalry made Salon's face become more and more gloomy. Due to insufficient troops, he could only choose to fight one of the two eastern coalition armies. The one he encountered was Michelang who had just occupied Hashast, the capital of another province. The combined force of the mountain light cavalry of many families and the archers of the Zhuchenwood family,

Salon, with a force of 5,000 men, hurriedly challenged the troops of the two families, which combined exceeded 35,000 men on the way to rescue. The mountain light cavalry of the Michelangelo family was the first to attack. A large number of mountain hussars were like mountains collapsing and seas splitting apart, violently crashing into the densely erected spears of the Falcon Army in front,

"shoot!"

Thousands of Falcon Empire crossbowmen held their crossbows neatly. Countless cold lights are like heavy rain pouring from the front horizon,

The light spots covered the front, and the mountain light cavalry that rushed towards them fell off their horses one after another as if they had hit an invisible giant sickle.

"The shooters withdraw!" The distance between the two sides was too close and the number of crossbowmen was too small to suppress them at all. They had to withdraw after two rounds of shooting.

"Steady! Don't be chaotic!" Thousands of imperial spearmen looked solemn, and the infantry captains shouted loudly. The cavalry attacking from the front were like a wall flying at high speed, exploding with huge force.

The mountain hussars of the Michelando family are a variant of the light cavalry. They are equipped with special four-meter spears. They are extremely fast during impact and can easily break into the opponent's array like a blade. The stabbing spear laid flat is like a wall of stabbing spears. It touches the opponent's body before the opponent's stabbing spear.

"bump!"

The sound of broken lances echoed loudly in front of the attacking mountain cavalry. Countless shields that had been hit by the impact flew up into the air at the same time, and the imperial lances protected by the shields rolled backwards. The broken spear penetrated deeply into the vest of the mountain hussar,

Almost instantly, red human blood splashed out from the front of the cavalry on the horse, like pouring rain in the sky.

"kill!"

"Go forward and defeat them!"

With all kinds of chaotic shouts, the fighting front has become a hell of fighting.

Thousands of knives, swords, and spears collided together, and the sharp points of thousands of mountain light cavalry collided with the dense defense line composed of imperial spearmen. The soldiers and horses squeezed each other, and they were unable to even turn around and take a breath. So close that the warriors could clearly see each other's red eyes.

Among Michelangelo's mountain cavalry, a middle-aged knight about forty years old waved his sword and chopped down the imperial spearman to the ground.

He wears a very unique rooster-combed helmet on his head, and heavy armored shoulder guards made of scale mail in the shape of a pair of wings. Behind him is a pure blue cloak draped from his shoulders to the ground.

He was none other than Michelangelo Valli, the head of the Michelangelo family. The blood of the spearmen was spattered on his face. In front of him, the dark imperial soldiers were still coming back crazily, using their bodies to block the cavalry in front of them. If one falls, another one will fill it up.

The imperial soldiers' blood-red eyes revealed their unyielding will.

"Aren't these people afraid of death?" Such a scene made Michelangelo shudder on the horse's body and felt a little numb. This was a group of crazy wolves. He rushed over fiercely and stabbed himself.

They have turned into beasts and completely given up their desire for survival. There are hundreds of thousands or even millions of such soldiers. What they have encountered is just a tiny corner of this huge empire, and even this corner is full of sophistication. Countless warriors admired by people

Just when he hesitated,

"My lord, pay attention!"

A family guard cavalry shouted loudly, and a family cavalry blocked his side fiercely. He only heard the war horse under the guard's crotch let out a long and shrill scream, and the running horse's hooves suddenly stopped. The guard cavalry above thrown down,

Under the horse's hooves, a fallen imperial spearman raised half a spear in his hand, and the spear pierced the horse's belly.

"Neigh" The war horse, which was neighing in pain, raised its hoofs, and the falling hoofs stepped heavily on the spearman's chest, snap. The spearman's chest was trampled to pieces, and blood was squeezed out of his eyes and ears, but he was still mumbling the unintelligible language of the Falcon Empire.

"asshole"

Michelangelo watched the guard on the ground being pierced by countless spears, and his eyes were full of blood. He was sure that if it weren't for the guard, the person who was thrown off the horse that was stabbed just now must be him, and in such a cruel situation In the chaos of the battle, one can imagine the consequences of being thrown off the horse. Even if there is a guard who fights to the death, the possibility of death is still half.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, he looked ferocious and shouted to his subordinates who were still fighting fiercely around him, "Don't get entangled anymore. The target is the enemy's central flag, cut it off!"

"Yes!" the mountain cavalry shouted in response, pulling out the long swords with wide blades at their waists and looking randomly at the spearmen blocking them in front. The imperial spearmen used their flesh and blood to block the hooves of the cavalry. Before the mountain cavalry's spears could be pulled out from the chests of the imperial soldiers, they were stabbed by more spears and dragged off their horses.

As the most powerful elite under the family leader, Michelangelo Dovali's unit made the fastest progress in breaking in. However, the desperate obstruction from the front also caused the number of Michelangelo Dovoli's assault unit to decrease rapidly. The Falcon could already be seen faintly in front. The battle flag of the Chinese army was raised, and Michelangelo once again loudly encouraged his men to charge.

"Sir, the enemy is coming!" An infantry captain reported to Salon under the banner of war.

"I can see it!" Salon looked at the mountain cavalry who had been forced into a hundred meters. A cold light flashed in his one eye. As a famous warrior in the empire, he was already known for his outstanding melee combat abilities, but now, all the guards under his command have been dispatched. Only five personal escort cavalry are still there, and there are still hundreds of enemy cavalry rushing from the opposite side.

"There are no more blocking troops. Will this be the last battle?"

An idea flashed through Salon's mind. The eastern coalition forces that occupied Poatholon rested for a day. A force of 60,000 troops marched hand in hand and quickly conquered the Anfulin Province near the east. The battle line spread so quickly that the Salon army was forced into fierce battles without a chance to rest.

Because most of them were newly controlled areas, the Falcon Army was unable to obtain troop supplies in these eastern areas. The number of troops had dropped sharply from the original 30,000 people withdrawn to 20,000. There was a huge gap in strength and the soldiers were exhausted.

Even the Saron Legion, which is known for its excellent combat power, is trapped in a continuous hard battle. No matter how good the warrior is, he cannot continue to fight, just now. He had already received reports that two of his banner commanders had died in battle. The subordinates who had accompanied him in the northern and southern battles had left their blood in this strange place because of his arrogance and pride.

"Breakthrough!" A burst of cheers suddenly came from the battle line. The torrent of mountain cavalry tore apart the blocking line of Falcon Empire soldiers. The loud "Woo-Woo" bugle sounded, and the Eastern Allied Forces surged like ants. Starting to advance towards the final Chinese army, there is no possibility of recovery!

"After I attack, you burn the flag immediately!" Salon turned to the flag bearer behind him and said,

"Sir!" The flag bearer trembled slightly. The military flag is where the emperor's soul lies. Burning the military flag represents the death of the general. This has never happened in the history of the emperor.

"This is an order. Do you want to just watch the Imperial Flag fall into the hands of the enemy?" Salon's tone was unexpectedly calm. He slowly pulled out the sword with both hands, feeling the familiar spiral pattern on the handle of the sword that had been with him for many years. There was a sharp snapping sound between the knuckles, and the two swords came out like bright lights,

"Sir, look!" At this moment, a personal guard cavalry pointed in the northeast direction, and in the white rain curtain, a swift black line was approaching at high speed. It was the armor of the imperial cavalry.

"Is it...the Southern Army?" Salon was stunned for a moment. In order to block the advance of the Eastern Allied Forces, he split up his limited troops for rescue. This led to the accident that only 5,000 troops encountered the opponent's main force of tens of thousands. Now Apart from itself, the empire's only military strength in the east is Stetunko's Southern Army.

"Rumble"

A torrent of five thousand Southern Army cavalry rushed toward the somewhat panicked Eastern Allied Forces. The ground shook violently under my feet, and I was unsteady. Horse hoofs thundered by my ears. The neat and orderly Southern Army cavalry queue was as heavy as a towering mountain. However, they quickly pressed against the Eastern Allied Forces who were making panic adjustments.

"Woo!" Hearing the constant sounds of horns calling for retreat, Michelangelo reluctantly pulled his horse.

He looked at the general of the Falcon Empire in front of him, who had only a few riders under the Chinese Army. He held a sword in both hands, and his one eye flashed as sharply as a wounded beast. His gaze fell on him. Michelando Valli's body trembled slightly. , actually felt a little scared. Although there were hundreds of cavalry behind him and the opponent only had a few people, he clearly felt that the opponent must be able to kill him first before being chopped into pieces by his subordinates.

He felt that his hair stood up under the other person's gaze, and he suddenly realized who he was meeting. There was only one one-eyed and ferocious general of the Falcon Empire, One-Eyed Saron! The leading general of the Falcon Empire, during the Gallic Empire War, he defeated more than 100,000 strong men of the Gallic Northern Army with 30,000 troops marching northward! Rumor has it that this guy can fight a thousand people by himself!

"Sir, what should I do? Master Zhu Chenwood behind me can't hold it anymore!" A cavalry guard came over in panic and said,

Most of those left behind were the shooters of the Zhuchenwood family. Under the sudden attack of the cavalry, they were now completely in chaos.

The archers in the front row had just fired the first cluster of arrows, and before they even had time to shout out the first exclamation, they were blown away by the impact of the cavalry horses.

The advancing line of five thousand cavalry was like a fixed diagonal harvesting rapidly, pushing forward row after row,

"Retreat! Rescue Zhu Chenwood!" Michelangelo Valli ordered loudly and unwillingly,

Zhu Chenwood's archers were only wearing thin leather armor. Such archers were completely vulnerable to the cavalry's horses! Unfortunately, this was a flat plain. The archers were running around, screaming and clanging. They couldn't even resist the overwhelming black cavalry for a moment. They were submerged in the black armored torrent in an instant, and it only took a moment for them to be destroyed.

Once Zhu Chenwood was destroyed, his own light cavalry troops were not good at sieges! (To be continued..)