Realm of Power

The strong wind made the windows whine, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, and it caused the lights in the Ivy League Hall to sway.

The light shines on the faces of the hall full of people. Everyone looks nervous or serious. Almost no one was talking, just absent-minded silence.

A rough topographic map is spread out on the conference table in the middle of the hall. The cold winter air brings a puff of white smoke to everyone's breath. Hundreds of officers wearing light armor were waiting quietly. The raindrops were like a rapid drumbeat, and the muffled thunder rolled across the sky.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the passage outside the hall, "Everyone, have you made up your mind? The national traitors have arrived at Long Philanthropic Avenue, with no more than a hundred people accompanying them!" The door was opened violently, and a loud voice came to everyone. Just brush and stand up. Many of these officers looked energetic and capable. Rows of weapons were placed on both sides of the hall. The sharp swords of the Knights of Confess, the heavy guns with Mitsubishi notches, and the bows lying flat on the table at the door were in the handshake position. The sign of the Ivy Army filled the house with people in panic.

In the eyes of everyone, an officer from the Ivy Legion walked in with a stern expression.

Wearing a short leather jacket, two white cloth straps were crisscrossed on the back, tightly holding the armor jacket tightly. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his eyes were so sharp that no one dared to look at him.

This young man’s name is Guderian. He comes from the Goode family, a century-old general in Congo. His father is Goode, the commander of the Eighth Army of Congo who fell at the hands of the Falcon Emperor in the Battle of Toronto. The Goode family is a prominent member of the Congolese military community. He has great influence and belongs to the typical royalist faction in the Gangfei army. He is also the type who directly felt the pain of the defeat of the Gangfei Empire and the Falcon Empire.

"You can't miss this opportunity. You'll never get it again. No matter what, you have to give it a try!" A man with blond hair and a handsome face stood out from among the officers in the hall. It was the young man who asked to see Marcos in the morning, wearing short clothes and close-fitting mail, and wearing a family sword with a crown crest on the scabbard on his waist.

"Yes, we can't let the national traitors resign easily like this! Let's go immediately," an officer said through gritted teeth.

"Father, let's see how I use the blood of this national thief to honor you today!" The young officers in the hall were excited. Most of the officers who can be recruited into the Ivy Legion are like Goode, whose fathers or brothers died in the Falcon. In the hands of the empire, this is a blood feud! Some excited officers went to the weapons racks;

"Everyone, please get ready!" Guderian waved his hands vigorously with a serious face. Shen Shen spoke, his voice was low and short, shaking everyone's eardrums, "I was just three thousand miles away from the picturesque country. Now the Falcon Empire forcibly cut off the south, and shamelessly sent troops to take over the north from the Istan people. This time The China-Europe Barrow Alliance promised us that as long as we are not willing to express our support for the China-Europe Barrow Alliance, the China-Europe Barrow Alliance can take the opportunity to send troops to intervene. If the Minister of National Affairs is assassinated, the China-Europe Barrow Alliance will have the opportunity to send troops. reason!"

Guderian's voice paused, although it was still low, but every word came out. It was as if it was bursting out from his chest. "Gang Fei, if you don't want to be completely annexed by the Falcon Empire, you must be self-reliant and self-reliant!" His tone was trembling, and he could no longer speak. Tears will fall from his eyes almost at any time. He forced himself to turn around and gave a solemn military salute to an oil painting portrait of the former emperor Hanging on the wall of the Ivy Army Hall. There were hundreds of people in the hall. Everyone followed and saluted solemnly. It was quiet inside. Only people choked up occasionally.

"Rumble" Thunder thundered in the sky, stretching from far to near, and lightning suddenly lit up, passing through the black cloth covering the windows. Everyone in the entire hall turned pale. Guderian turned around, raised his hands high, and gave the final order through gritted teeth.

"All of them are here to kill the traitors in the country!"

"Execute the traitors!" The sound shook the hall,

The rainwater fell from a height in a continuous line on the long street. Marcos's frame slowly crossed the long street. In an ancient city without a modern drainage system, sewage flowed everywhere during heavy rains. The winter rain muffled the thunder, and the constant lights and explosions over the carriages,

Large groups of dark clouds were pressing down on the city. The Ivy Military Post in front was getting closer and closer. The adjutant who was opening the way in front did not make a sound. His hand was already subconsciously placed on the hilt of his sword. Marcos' face was as solemn as the heavy rain outside,

The hundreds of accompanying Gangfei escort cavalry were naturally divided into front, rear, left and right, guarding the carriage in the middle as they moved forward slowly. The wheels rolled over the water-filled ground, making a slapping sound. Although I thought no one would dare to do so within a hundred meters of the palace. The local area took action, but these Gangfei cavalry still looked nervous. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, beating all the exposed cavalry so hard that they could not open their eyes. The rainwater flowed down the armor, and the team arrived at the Ivy Army post. Several Ivy Army soldiers opened the gate of the guard post, and the carriage passed slowly. Everything was safe!

"Huh!" There was a hint of relief on the adjutant's face. It seemed that he was overly worried. Just outside the palace, there were already royal protocol officials at the door. Today is His Majesty the Emperor's eighth birthday, and all the ministers are here to congratulate him.

"It's the car driven by Lord Marcos." A group of protocol officials came up quickly, standing tall and holding huge umbrellas in their hands, which had been blown out of shape by the heavy rain and strong wind. The welcoming team that followed them all had their hats pressed down and were waiting in a panic in the heavy rain. They were all wet and cold to the core, but they still hurriedly stepped into the water to welcome them.

During the storm, the etiquette officer shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sir Marcos, His Majesty the Emperor is waiting at the Lorraine Palace! We have sent people to inquire three times. It's great to see you here." The etiquette officer shouted at the top of his lungs, and the cold wind blew The rainwater poured directly into his mouth, which made him extremely embarrassed.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the palace, and the adjutant jumped off the horse and opened the side door. Marcos jumped down wearing a raincoat and splashed a lot of water. The top hat on his head was lowered to the center of his eyebrows, and the collar of his raincoat was turned up, so the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. He looked at the etiquette officer who came over and asked puzzledly, "Why is Your Majesty in the Lorraine Palace?" ? Not at the Palazzo Vigalia?"

"Today is your last day on the job. Your Majesty has something you wish to tell your Majesty alone!" the etiquette officer explained with an ugly expression.

"Thank you! Lead the way." Marcos waved his hand to the protocol officer and followed the protocol officer through the water and onto the steps outside the palace. Several maids in costumes were already waiting there. One of them held a light and soft cloak in his hand. Marcos took off his raincoat and put on the cloak. The ceremonial officer took him to a corridor and stopped, indicating that the emperor wanted to see him alone.

Marcos walked alone to the council chamber where the emperor was seated. The rain fell heavily, and the rainwater hit the copper palace decorations, making a dense and crisp sound. Marcos glanced at the old palace, feeling a little dazed. This was a palace that used to be the palace of Emperor Gangfei, but it has long been There has been no emperor coming for more than ten years, and the palace lacks maintenance and management. It smells like mildew in the cold rain. This place has been far away from the center of the world for many years. It has been quiet for so many years and hastily become the main palace to accommodate the emperor. Except for the door at the entrance, most areas in the palace have not been renovated.

Just like the world in the rain, the future of Gangfei cannot be seen clearly from a distance. Marcos said to himself and squeezed the resignation report in his hand. Silently moving forward, I heard a sudden faint sound coming from outside. Listen carefully, but there is nothing. The leader cursed himself in his mind, "Suspicious!" Just as he was about to move again, there was a sudden crackling sound. It came from a distance, no longer clear. Immediately afterwards, there was a series of crackling sounds like a tide, except for these. The cry of killing also sounded at the same time! The sound was at the main entrance of the palace and at the side entrance. There was a sound from the direction of the back door.

"Execute the national thieves! The national thieves are in the Lorraine Palace!" The voice came faintly in the wind and rain. Marcos was a little stunned when he heard it. How did the other party know that he was in the Lorraine Palace? The shouts of killing became louder and louder. In the end, it became a violent trend, and countless soldiers wearing ivy armor rushed towards the Lorraine Palace like a tide.

The palace guards at the gate were all wearing formal uniforms, and their weapons were ceremonial spears. The blade tips of the spears were even covered with soft cloth covers. No one expected that the Ivy Army stationed at the outpost of the palace gate would rise up and attack. The palace gate guards directly Being overwhelmed, dozens of officers in light armor took the lead in the attack, and there were countless people behind them. The sharp blades flashed the cold light of metal in the crowd, and the entire palace gate was reflected by the metal armor.

The wind carried the smell of blood, and the sudden burst of assassination stunned the palace guards. Blood spattered, and the palace guards were thrown into chaos. A group of archers arrived in time, "shoot!" the officer leading the team shouted, and quickly swept out the first enemy. There was a row of arrow clusters. As soon as the Ivy Army in front rushed through the palace roadblocks, a dense number of arrows flew towards them and hit them. All of them were shot over. Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind: "Only kill the national traitors and protect your majesty!" We are the Ivy Army! "The palace guard hesitated," rush in and kill the traitors! "The sound came like a mountain and a tsunami,

The wind caused the brazier in the corridor to flash violently, causing sparks to fly. Marcos narrowed his eyes involuntarily and pulled out the sword in his hand. In his ears, he heard the screams of the adjutant coming from the direction of the palace gate. In front of him, Several Ivy officers appeared, holding sharp Gangfei Knight Swords in their hands. One of them looked at him with sharp eyes,

"Is this necessary? Just to kill me and make such a big noise!" Marcos looked at the young officer in front of him and smiled bitterly. Guderian, a young officer who had high hopes for him

"Of course it is necessary, because today, we are going to cut off the cancer and give this country a new life!" Guderian said coldly, revealing a sense of perseverance.

"Where is His Majesty the Emperor? You..." Marcos looked forward with some worry at the empty meeting hall. The fact that the other party could enter here and wait for him proved that His Majesty the Emperor was not here! This made his expression change. It was not a pity for him to die, but nothing could happen to the emperor. The situation in Gangfei was already like this. If the emperor and the Minister of Military Affairs died on the same day, Gangfei would be in chaos without a fight.

"Your Majesty is naturally fine. You don't need to worry about anything else!" Guderian seemed to know what he was thinking. He curled his lips disdainfully, raised his knight's sword, and shouted to the companions behind him, "What are you still hesitating about?" , kill him! This will give the China-EU-Pakistan alliance reason to send troops! For the sake of this country, he must die!"

"Kill!" several Ivy officers shouted and rushed over fiercely.

Marcos kicked the nearest officer and bent him backwards, causing several people behind him to roll down. Without any hesitation, Marcos used the bloody sword hilt to hit the sneak attacker on the left until he drew blood. Squirting wildly, the attacker stepped back and knocked over the brazier. Countless fire points tumbled from the fallen brazier to the ground. The palace was even more chaotic. The attendants were pushed and crawled around, while more people were Those who escaped into the inner courtyard were all servant girls. They were devastated, and some were covered in blood. Running around like headless flies.

"Protect your lord!" Marcos' adjutant came running heavily with a group of guards covered in blood, gasping for air. The Ivy Army at the entrance of the palace had been defeated.

"Stop them!" Scattered Ivy officers kept rushing forward to stop them. They used their knight swords and shields to block the frantically running guards. A dozen Ivy officers erected a shield wall that could withstand the impact of spears. , the stabbing spear of the opposite guard hit the shield. Constantly making a crashing sound like a heavy rain hitting the ground, Marcos's adjutant was a powerful warrior in his own hand. He swung an epee weighing more than ten kilograms in his hand and used it as a hammer. He hit the blocking officer Qingteng's head so hard that his brains exploded. There were corpses strewn everywhere in the rain on the ground. Some people were injured and were still crawling desperately in the rain. There was blood flowing everywhere, scarlet everywhere, and the situation was extremely noisy and chaotic.

"Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore!"

An Ivy officer who was besieging Marcos said anxiously that several strong young people could not do anything to a sixty-year-old man. It made the Ivy League officers who thought highly of themselves feel ashamed. Marcos was worthy of being a veteran on the battlefield. Although he was not an outstanding general and was already old and frail. But it's not something that a few eager young men can kill easily.

"We can't delay any longer, Ullas, kill him!" Gude'anli held an injured hand. With a distorted face, he suddenly shouted to a dark place, which was the angle between the pillars, if you don't look carefully. It was difficult to find that there was another one lurking there. It seemed that he was getting close to him. Marcos felt a cold light rushing towards him, a huge pain suddenly shot up in his shoulder, and the feather tail of a crossbow arrow was swaying.

"Falcon crossbow?" Marcos' face turned pale in pain, holding the spot where the arrow was hit, with an expression of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

Amidst the sharp whistling of the wind, there was a dull echo of the arrow piercing the flesh. There was another crossbow arrow, and his chest seemed to have been hit hard by a sledgehammer. The power of the light crossbow at close range was unexpectedly terrifying. Marcos took a few steps back in pain, and staggered forward. He took a heavy breath and looked down at the wooden pillars of the palace wall corridor. He was surprised to see the rapidly expanding red color on his chest. At this time, the burning pain spread from the wound to the brain. He frowned calmly and touched the wound with his hand, which was covered in blood, as if he was looking at something that had nothing to do with him. He stood up straight and picked up the sword on the ground.

"Go to hell, you traitor!"

Another lurking officer came out from the other end, holding an infantry crossbow unique to the Falcon Empire in his hand. He looked at him silently from a dozen steps away. Andrian's excited and trembling voice was still shouting: " Shoot him! "Fortunately, the Rila people provided this Falcon Empire crossbow obtained on the black market, otherwise it would take some time to kill Marcos in one fell swoop.

"Pfft!" The loaded crossbow shot again. The powerful crossbow penetrated Marcos's warm body and hit the palace pillars behind him with spurting blood. Big puffs of blood spurted out, and the blood splashed down the wooden pillars into the snow on the ground drop by drop. The cold wind howled, and Marcos' body completely softened, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep.

A howl broke the loneliness. The adjutant who was less than twenty meters away from Marcos knelt on the ground and howled loudly, intermittently, depressed and low, more like choking. He cried hoarsely, "What are you doing! Ah, what on earth are you doing?" What are you doing! You beasts, you have harmed me!" Seeing Marcos dead, the guards following the adjutant also stopped attacking.

"The national traitor has been killed! The soldiers of the Ivy Army around them made a joyful sound,

The rain fell heavily on the dripping eaves of the palace, forming a rain wall. The scenery in the courtyard was blurred by the blood.

Overwhelming cheers entered a side door of the palace. The little emperor stood in front of the window with a complex expression. There were several other people in the room, including several important ministers of the empire, and a middle-aged man sitting alone opposite. He has a semi-bald forehead and sharp eyes. He is wearing a brown-red dress from the Rila people.

Hearing the sound coming from outside, the middle-aged man stood up, bowed respectfully to the little emperor, and said, "Your Majesty made a wise decision. Marcos died under the crossbow of the Falcon Empire. Your Majesty will announce the Ivy Army again." He had been bribed by the Falcon Empire a long time ago, controlled the army to attack the palace, and killed the Minister of Military Affairs. Even if the Falcon Empire was just Gang Fei The suzerain country cannot investigate itself. In order to show fairness, His Majesty can invite the China-Europe Barrow Alliance to investigate the matter. At that time, the Alliance will secretly send 10 million funds to Your Majesty. With this, Your Majesty will be able to purchase weapons and arm the army. One hundred thousand troops! I just hope that your Majesty will attack the Falcon Army in the north of Conféry from both sides!"

"The northern part of Gangfei is my land of Gangfei. How are you going to divide it when the time comes?" The little emperor blinked.

"Please understand, Your Majesty, we, the Central European Barrow Alliance, still respect Gangfei very much. However, the north is adjacent to the southwest region of the Falcon Empire, so the Alliance needs to control it for a while before returning Gangfei!" The envoy of the Kingdom of Reila smiled (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!