Realm of Power

The night was dark and windy, with a cold wind blowing against his face. A middle-aged man with a solemn face looked up at the starry sky above his head with his hands behind his back. Thousands of thoughts were rolling in his heart. The middle-aged man's eyes were uncertain. He really couldn't figure out why. In just half a year, the situation of Central European Barrow, which was already under its control, has deteriorated like this.

In the name of the king's death, the Huns mobilized the whole clan to rise up. Even the country of Ruila, which they had worked so hard to manage, was shaken. Reports asking for help came like snowflakes. The city was trapped and the land was lost. There were seven people in the country who were kidnapped by the Huns. Eighty thousand people and 340,000 refugees poured into the royal capital. The entire northern part of the country was also slaughtered by this remnant Hungarian army.

"This time we are forced to withdraw troops from the Western Front. I'm afraid the situation will be even more difficult. I don't know what the situation will be like!" The middle-aged man sighed slightly and heard a burst of soft footsteps behind him, and then his own guard captain. The respectful voice said: "Your Majesty, the forward of our army has sent back the news that it is already fifty miles away from the Acropolis of Ampalu."

"Fifty miles, we should be able to catch up after tonight!" Upon hearing the good news, the middle-aged man was slightly shocked, and turned around with a heavy face, his thin cheeks showing a sense of tenacity. It was King Rila who was facing the Jewish people at this time. It was such a catastrophic situation that I couldn't help but stir up my heart. Standing on the fortress wall, I watched the lights of the camp where the troops under my command were set up were swaying and almost extinguished by the night wind that rolled up all over the sky. It stayed like this for a long time. He stood there and refused to go back to his military tent to rest. "The sound of heavy footsteps came again behind him, but it was Marquis Feit, who was previously known as the God of War in Rayla.

He said in a solemn voice to King Ruila, "Your Majesty, go back and take a rest! After all, Ampalu still has three thousand defenders from the Sixth Army. They are well-equipped and have sufficient ordnance. No matter how nervous I am, I have never been short. I can do anything." If we can hold on for one night, our army of four thousand elite light cavalry can go out tonight. Now, even if the Hungarian rear cannot completely stop the Hungarian's approach to the royal capital, it can at least prevent them from advancing unscrupulously with all their strength! As long as the main force arrives, with the strength of our 50,000 elite warriors! With our strength, we will definitely be able to encircle the royal capital’s defenders and destroy this daring Hungarian army!”

Marquis Fit said slowly, looking pale as if he was just recovering from an injury. His eyes were full of energy, and he had lost a lot of weight compared to before. He was so haggard that he was almost out of shape. Under the flickering light of the torch, his eyes were bloodshot

Seeing the haggard figure of the Marquis of Fit, King Rilla finally couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The country was in danger and thought of a good general. Although the Marquis of Fit was defeated in Edgar, the entire Central European Barro finally rose a little. His fortune was completely ruined, but his ability as the number one general in the coalition forces was unquestionable. In fact, as the specific battle situation of that day was reported back to the coalition countries, they had to admit it. Although Marquis Fit fled before the battle, the situation at that time was already an irresistible defeat. Marquis Fit's Ruela Army was the only coalition force among the more than 100,000 coalition forces that fought to the end.

Falcon Emperor had the advantage that day. A large-scale cover-up attack was carried out in the middle of the night, killing the twenty-mile alliance troops and leaving corpses all over the field. There were also extremely sharp heavy cavalry charging into the formation, crushing the coalition troops layer by layer. All the troops were running away, except for the Rayla army who refused to retreat, even with the ferocity of the Falcon Empire's army. It was only after a back-and-forth back-and-forth effort that the Rila army was finally defeated, but it also lost more than 20,000 people.

Marquis Fit's reputation as a military god seems to have been damaged in this battle, but actually it has become more prosperous. If Marquis Fit was previously regarded as a military god by the Rila people, now even the coalition countries have to recognize Marquis Fit. He is the number one person in the coalition army in terms of military ability, and he is a person who can truly fight against the Falcon Emperor who is at the height of his power.

The Marquis of Fit returned to Rilla and was not severely punished. He was only dismissed from his post and punished. This time he was going to fight on the Western Front. King Rilla immediately reinstated him, this time as the king's war adviser. As a follower of the army, he seems to have no actual power, but in fact he is regarded as a close military adviser by King Rila. He has the power to directly comment on the direction of the war. When the main force returns this time, most of them think that the rescue countries are too late. It is also the Marquis of Fit who has the final say in the discussion. "The military strength of four thousand people may be less, but for Hungary For the people of our country who are coerced by others, it has extraordinary significance.”

"Extraordinary significance?" King Ruila was slightly silent,

The other generals rolled their eyes. Are you kidding? There are nearly 100,000 Hungarians approaching the capital. Are you sending 4,000 people back to fill the gaps in their teeth? And they are light cavalry. Do you really think that the Hungarian cavalry are just decorations?

Marquis Fit didn't pay attention to the slightly mocking looks of everyone. What he cared about was what the king thought, the royal capital, his family there, and the national destiny of the entire kingdom, from the prosperity of the Gangfei Empire to the decline of the king, and finally Having become a vassal country, you can see how serious the consequences are if you lose your country.

"If the royal capital is captured by the Hungarians, no matter whether the Hungarian army can be completely annihilated in the end, Ruila's foundation will be completely destroyed! So we can only fight one battle, even if it is impossible, there is only one battle left!" He solemnly said, "Sending four thousand light cavalry is tantamount to showing the captured citizens that the main force of the kingdom is approaching. They have not been abandoned. The forward has arrived, and the main force will follow. As long as the people's hearts are Floating, this will inevitably cause great trouble to the Hungarians in combat, and with these four thousand light cavalry appearing behind the Hungarian army, they can not only curb the opponent's arrogance, but also delay the Hungarian battle of five to six thousand people. This alone can reduce the pressure of five to six thousand Huns in the royal capital. If one goes one and the other goes, the Huns' plan to capture the royal capital within a few days will also be troubled by insufficient troops. ! "

"Although our army's main cavalry force is not large, four thousand light cavalry can still be gathered together." Marquis Fit's voice paused and he said with a serious face. "Although the Royal Capital does not have enough troops, hundreds of thousands of refugees are soldiers. The Royal Capital has Nobles have financial resources. Although the arsenal of military equipment is mostly empty, they can still put together a small army with light armor. There are 20,000 pairs of spears and short bows, and there are 70,000 to 80,000 pieces of spears and short bows. As long as they are equipped, they are fighting soldiers. What the royal capital lacks is morale, the belief in fighting the Huns to the death, and the hope that the kingdom will win. This Four thousand Qingqi means morale, belief, and hope. At this moment, no matter what, we must give it a try."

"Yes, I have to give it a try no matter what." He suppressed the excitement in his heart. King Rilla took a deep breath of cold air and placed his hand heavily on the map. He glanced away and said, "Let's do it like this. Send out all the light cavalry. The team will be divided into two teams according to their weight. Light equipment will be used to approach quickly and heavy equipment will be held back. The entire army will march towards the royal capital as quickly as possible! Within five days, I will kill Just these Hungarians!”

"Yes, it may not be the worst result!" The generals' faces also became better, and the low morale of the soldiers cheered up.

The whole army marched towards the royal capital. They marched in a hurry for two days without wearing a fur cloak wrapped around themselves to keep out the cold. Everyone's heart is burning with anxiety. Especially when looking at the seemingly endless land in front of me, it was the first time I felt why it was so far away and so big. It would be great if I could cross back with just one step.

Marquis Feite hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, there is something I don't know whether I should say or not. Our army is forced to withdraw from the western front. The Uduya people alone may not be able to withstand the Hungarian attack. They must be wiped out." It is not difficult for this Hungarian remnant army to , but the Hungarian Spanish army will be the real test of our country's life and death, and the northern region will be severely damaged. Stop, want to speak but stop

"You want to say that we will be destroyed by the Hungarian Spanish army!"

King Ruila waved to him calmly, interrupting his words. The Marquis of Fit could see how King Tarela could not see, and wiped out the remaining Hungarian army. It will only further arouse the bloodthirsty ferocity of the Hungarian Spanish army. Then there will be a revenge like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. This is what worries King Rila the most. If he does not save the royal capital, he will lose the foundation of Rila. National strength, turning back to save the royal capital is tantamount to allowing the Hungarian Western Army to advance eastward, and will eventually make Rila the main battlefield. This is a dilemma, and he has no choice! He even sometimes wonders, is it really his fault that Ruila will suffer such a disaster? Could it be that the Kingdom of Rila was really innately deficient and had an unfavorable terrain, so it could only lurk between the two major forces of the East and the West? Could it be that with the perseverance in overcoming obstacles and twenty years of hard work, the immortal heroic souls of countless men in Rila had been exchanged for What is coming is the destruction of the country and the annihilation of the clan?

"Your Majesty, what I mean is that although face is very important, compared with the survival of the country and the ethnic group, face can only be lost!"

Marquis Feite gritted his teeth and looked at King Rilla's face, which had become quite haggard recently. He said with difficulty, "According to our national strength, we cannot withstand the Hungarian attack. The Hungarian army is also raising its troops this time. The vitality of the Barrow countries in Central Europe has been severely damaged, and the countries are no longer able to rise. Even so, only The situation continues. In fact, Your Majesty knows better than me what the final result of Wu Lun will be. At least for fifty years, Central European Barro will still be a battlefield between the forces of the East and the West. The only difference is whether Central European Barro defected to the east or to the east. It’s just the west side. In that case, why don’t we find it in advance?”

"You mean we ask for help from the Falcon Empire? Do you know what this means! We, Ruila, are the most powerful country in Central Europe. If we ask for help from the Falcon Empire, other countries will turn to the Falcon Empire." The Eagle Empire is tantamount to recognizing its dominance over Central Europe Barrow!"

King Ruila's eyes flashed with a complicated look. He stood on a rock, like a sculpture in the night, looking at the northern night sky without saying a word. The cold air of April gradually condensed on his beard, becoming more serious. Marquis Fit showed a wry smile and said, "Your Majesty, with the Falcon Empire by our side, do we still have hope of rising? Rather than being eventually destroyed by Hungary, It would be better to let the citizens suffer the brutal revenge of the Hungarians, or choose to temporarily surrender and surrender to the Falcon Empire. Although I have always had opinions about the Falcon Empire, I have to admit that the Falcon Empire has risen rapidly and has the advantage of the war army. , of commerce Rich, at least for a hundred years, there will be no opponent in the entire Oparo! And we are so close to the border, if we don't show our attitude, we will be the ones who suffer in the end!" Marquis Fit said in a heavy voice! After saying this, he said no more. He believed that His Majesty the King understood this truth. If among the kings of Central and European Barrow, the one who could afford it, let it go, and have the courage to do so, it must be him with his perseverance and endurance. His Majesty the King, who is famous for his bitterness,

King Rilla was silent. Unlike Marquis Fit, who only made a simple military analysis, his vision looked further and closer to the essence. Barro in Central Europe was originally a region sandwiched between the east and west, where the war had broken out. , but thirty years ago, the Barrow countries in Central Europe seized the opportunity to sign a military alliance with the eastern hegemon Congo Empire and jointly invaded the Istan Empire.

For the various countries, it was a gamble on the fate of the country. Although it was eventually repelled, it also made the Istan Empire unable to turn around and advance westward for more than ten years. It was dragged to the west by the Kingdom of Feishan.

at the same time. The eastern overlord, the Gangfei Empire, had signed a military alliance with the central part of the country. With no worries, it gradually turned its attention to Gaul in the north. It wanted to expand its territory and further fulfill the wish of the previous Gangfei kings to unify the central and northern parts. In the war with Gaul, almost all the strength of the Gangfei Empire was pressed against it, so naturally it had no time to take care of the countries in Central Europe and Pakistan.

For Central Europe Barrow, life has been quite good for more than ten years. Not affected by the major wars between the east and west, they rested and recuperated. Although the geography was barren, the national strength of the countries was gradually strengthening. Then they reorganized their armaments and established elite standing armies. They were vaguely three-legged with the east and west, and at the same time they were like solid prisons. The Huns were imprisoned as tightly as a cage.

However, the Falcon Empire rose unstoppably in the north, powerfully engulfing the northern hegemon Gallic Empire, defeating the Congo Empire in the center, and even defeating the maritime hegemon Strand Sea Kingdom in a single battle in the open inland sea pattern. Showing great ambition to swallow up mountains and rivers, Central Europe Barrow cannot continue to sit idly by if it waits for it to completely engulf the Congolese Empire and bring the cold wind and snow from the northern land to the entire Central Europe Barrow. Who can stop it? The countries finally chose to devote their main forces to the two battles for eastern hegemony. As a result, they were defeated by the Baluta Fortress and the Great Lakes region in southern Congo.

The more than 100,000 coalition troops were defeated and surrendered, but at least they only moved their muscles and not their bones. However, in the subsequent battle in northern Congo that directly broke out with the Falcon Empire, the coalition suffered an even worse defeat this time. Bones, even the national capital has been filled in, other countries do not Said that the Kingdom of Rila alone had two ace corps, and two-thirds of the elite troops in the country were gone. The little wealth accumulated over the years of hard work and wealth was wasted, otherwise it would not be reduced to being destroyed. A Hungarian partial force of 20,000 men defeated the North to a great extent

The road ahead is unclear, just like tonight. Although there are stars above, the cold wind rushes out from the mountain pass, and the whining sweep hits the face, which makes people feel a slight pain. Are the heroic ancestors who turned the tide in the beginning also staring at the sky? Holding this land? Did this rise really end like this?

King Ruila felt a powerful feeling in his heart, but after all, he was also a hero. After hesitating for a while, he finally gave up the belief in rising that he had struggled with for a long time. There were too many heroes in this era, and Ruila was still Waiting for the next era, he made up his mind and decided to ask for help from the Falcon Empire.

He knew that according to the current situation, as soon as this statement was made, the military alliance of the coalition countries would automatically collapse, and the power of the Falcon Empire would be able to legitimately extend into Central Europe, and even in ten or twenty years, in On the battlefield between the east and west forces, Falcon The empire can even drive the Central and European Barrow teams to fight as auxiliaries. If the short-term rise of Central and European Barrow is like a sharp long knife that has escaped from its sheath, then the Falcon Empire is equivalent to holding the handle of the knife and looking at it slightly. After a moment, he calmly inserted the long knife into his sheath again! This knife will become the knife of the Falcon Empire!

Tonight, the Acropolis of Ampalu, which the Rila people have high hopes for,

The Hungarian army drove tens of thousands of servants to fill the city. There were more than 2,000 Hungarian auxiliary troops pressing forward on foot. The defenders of the acropolis did not shoot arrows at first and lost their intimidating effect. The servants and slaves below rushed up like crazy, and they rushed forward seven or eight times in one breath. Hundreds of people. The defenders above panicked and started stabbing the crowd with their weapons. It was so chaotic and tragic that the two sides were entangled in each other. Under the city wall, Hungarian shooters kept firing rockets, which burned wherever they landed, and the fire was overwhelming. A sentry tower on the city wall burned down, sending sparks flying all over the sky. Fighting on the city wall was also going on. However, the city road was narrow and slippery, and not many troops could be deployed. In addition, the servants and slaves had no fighting power at all. Seeing that the defenders were soft-hearted, everyone immediately wanted to survive and rushed up like crazy. Now that they were being killed and hacked by the defenders, they immediately collapsed and ran behind them, even pushing the people who had just climbed up. The fight went on,

"Hold on!"

There were corpses everywhere, both above and below the city. Especially on the battlefield along the city road. The corpses were piled up one or two feet high! Although the servant army was inferior, they still managed to hold part of the city wall. The Hungarian auxiliary infantry kept rushing up from here.

These Hungarian infantrymen were still wearing the standard armor of the Ruila people. They rushed towards the Ruila people on the opposite side. The opposite side was completely confused. Is this the enemy? Or one of our own?

After a moment of hesitation, the weapons on the opposite side had already chopped into their bodies fiercely, bringing up a pool of blood. The blood seeped into the ground, dyeing the snowy night red. There were red splashes wherever the boots of both sides stepped on.

As more and more Hungarian infantrymen rushed in, the defenders on the city wall were beaten back continuously. The Hungarians sent more failed to rush onto the city wall again, whistling and spreading in all directions. At this time, the defenders of Ruila were exhausted and had to abandon some sections of the city. The defenders fought and retreated, trying their best to maintain their position, but their persistence finally collapsed before dawn. The Hungarians were also fierce. After the battle tonight, they still bit and killed the scattered soldiers of Ruila. By dawn, almost all of the 3,000 defenders of Ruila were killed, and the Acropolis Ampalu was captured.

At this time, Ruila's 4,000 elite light cavalry approached within ten miles. In front of them, there was a mess and dead silence! The remaining Hungarian troops had entered the Acropolis, and the road to the capital was blocked! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!

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