Realm of Power

Use poraban south. Big raindrops fell from the sky. It hits people with the chill of Fangzhou. Silver lightning flashed across the dark sky, and electric light shone on the spire in the center of the town. The cold air blowing from the snow-capped mountains in the west of the kingdom made the freezing rain in late autumn half a month earlier than in previous years. Not a good thing for farmers who have just sown winter wheat! This will freeze most of the wheat seedlings that have just sprouted to death, and will make most people die of hunger in the winter storm.

"Natural disaster, many people will die this winter!" The elders in the town stood in front of the fire in the center of the town, shaking their heads sadly. Since half a month ago, a cavalry unit of the noble army was stationed nearby. Since the Litoke Fortress, the peaceful town in the past has been tortured. The grass near the fortress has withered and turned yellow. The picky noble war horses especially like to go to the nearby fields to eat wheat seedlings. This makes the residents of the town dare not speak out,

Last year's Kugit War caused most of the townspeople to flee to the south. Only more than 300 townspeople who were attached to their homeland stayed. Most of the little grain they finally harvested was taken away by the local lords. The winter wheat that they had placed high hopes on encountered such a situation again. The townspeople who wanted to survive the severe cold safely People feel desperate.

Hu Keqili took a deep breath of the cold air. The bright mail on his body glowed with white flowers in the rain. Rain flowed down his thin face, and the hand holding the sword was slightly pale due to nervousness. His bright eyes were staring into the distance, where a huge black figure was entrenched in the heavy rain. The Litok fortress defense line is the first line of defense in the southern part of the noble army. There are 20,000 noble troops and 13 interconnected strong fortresses, which are like a shackle that firmly relies on Samor's hand extending to the north. The black rainstorm night is the best cover for cavalry raids. The sound of falling raindrops can not only cover up the rumble of galloping horses' hooves, but also blur the opponent's vision.

Hu Keqili lay on the horse's back, his body bent in a straight line with the horse's back. The bursting cold wind mixed with raindrops hit his body. Although it was bitingly cold, Hu Keqili felt an excited heat in his body. As this Hu Keqili, the vanguard commander of the Light Cavalry Regiment and leading an army in combat for the first time, felt his blood boiling and the cold rain falling in front of his eyes. It could not extinguish the bloodthirsty passion in Hu Keqili’s heart.

"Kill! Kill to open a glorious road to victory! Let us advance against the light of the sword." This is the mantra of the previous light cavalry commander Salon.

The war horses were getting closer and closer to the defense line of the noble army in front. Hu Keqili could already see the frightened and pale faces of the noble army not far away, and could hear the shrill alarm bells coming from the camp tower: "Night attack! Night attack!"

The entire camp of the noble army was blown up. There was only one brigade of troops outside the fortress. No one expected that the Samors would come in the rain late at night. Many people hurriedly put on their mail armor, like ants that had been overturned in their nests, pouring out in dense numbers, in the dark night. , the soldiers who were awakened, no one knew which direction the Samors were coming from, and they huddled together in a noisy manner.

"Set up your guns! Everyone, raise your guns!" The captains shouted in the cold freezing rain, grabbed the spearmen in their own team from the rushing crowd, slapped them several times, and finally The panicked spearman came to his senses and said, "Damn it, if you don't want to die, just shoot right away!"

"Boom!" There was a loud noise not far away. A row of thick wooden fences erected outside the camp was caught by the long hook thrown by the Samor light cavalry. The war horse neighed, and the thick wooden fence was torn apart by the hook. pull away,

"Ah, a dozen soldiers of the noble army who had no time to dodge were trampled under their horses by the Samor light cavalry who quickly came from behind. They screamed and were covered in blood and were trampled into the mud. The sharp swords of the Samor light cavalry were like rain. A sudden flash of lightning in the night slit the throat of the noble army.

"Put down the drawbridge, put down the drawbridge quickly. The Samors are coming." Countless frightened nobles ran towards the fortress not far behind them, but were blocked by the moat. They could only stand on the other side and beg the defenders on the other side to put down the drawbridge. He began to slowly lower the suspension bridge, but was stopped by the stationed Marquis Sarbanes with a wave of his hand.

"Wait a minute, the situation outside is not the same. Putting down the suspension bridge at this time will give the Samors an opportunity to take advantage of it." Marquis Sarbanes poked his head out from the battlements of the fortress. The cold freezing rain made him shiver. Marquis Sarbanes only took a cursory glance. I felt a chill on the back of my neck.

The defeated troops below scattered like driven rats, their screams and hisses intertwined. Countless black figures intersected in the military camp. In the blazing flames, one or two defeated troops could occasionally be seen escaping from the camp for private purposes. Their heads were cut off by the overtaken Samor light cavalry.

The Marquis of Sarbanes was horrified. There were only 3,000 defenders in the fortress. If the whole Samor army attacked this time, once the suspension bridge was lost, the Samor's battering ram would be able to break open the fortress gate. He frowned slightly and thought for a while. Let the soldiers around you shout down at the top of their lungs: "The lock on the fortress's suspension bridge is broken. If you want to survive, form a gun formation on the spot! As long as you hold on until dawn, the Samors will retreat."

"Damn it! *** noble lord!" the defenders on the city shouted, causing the defeated troops below to become indignant. But there is no way to survive. No, they don't form a scattered formation of spears.

"The blood was mixed with the rain, and the swords of the Samorian light cavalry shone coldly in the rainy night. A large bleeding gap was opened in the eastern part of the camp. The five thousand Samorian light cavalry pressed in like a torrent.

Hu Keqili brandished his sword and rushed to the front of the attack line. The spear array erected by the noble army was sparsely blocking the front. Hu Keqili tried his best to rein in his horse and calmly rushed through the flank of the spear array. With his left hand, he pulled out a cavalry short crossbow from the weapon slot. The crossbow arrow in his hand brought out a white line and shot into the spearman's chest from the side.

This is the conventional method used by the Samor cavalry to deal with spearmen. With the high mobility of the war horses, they circle back to the side of the spear formation and use their crossbows to fire their swords, causing a large area at the forefront of the noble army's spear formation to fall.

Hu Keqili wiped the rain off his face and looked around. The war horse had already circled back behind the spear array of the noble army. A large piece of it was shaved off on both sides of the noble army array.

The rain turned the ground into mud, and the blood dyed the earth red. The noble soldiers cried for their fathers and mothers when they were killed, chopped their horses with swords and trampled them, and the Samorian cavalry attacked from behind. The crowded formation caused the corpses to be piled on top of each other, soaked in the rain like piles of blank slate meat.

The remaining thousands of spearmen were hit with swords and crossbows like this, but it only took more than half an hour. There was no one alive in the entire camp. The freezing rain fell even harder in the middle of the night. The muddy roads made the troops who came to support suffer a lot.

Except for the cold corpses and the camp that was burned to black, nothing was left. The Samor cavalry had long since disappeared without a trace, and the most advanced brigade of the noble army was wiped out overnight.

This incident quickly spread among other noble armies. This caused panic among most of the troops stationed outside the fortress. No one wanted to be the target of the Samor cavalry. Facts have proved that when they are in danger, the adults in the castle will abandon them like dogs.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!" Marquis Duacli's face turned red with anger, and he slapped the report on the table with his arms. "Commander of the Sabers Banner, do you have anything else to say? A fully equipped reorganizer The brigade just disappeared under your nose, As the commander-in-chief of the first line of defense, how do you explain it? " "It's not my fault! The Samor Cavalry has always been a powerful force, and its attacks are fierce, but my infantry flag regiment cannot do it. to contend with it”

Sabens waved his hand with a pale face and a cry in his voice. It sounded like an injustice. In a sense, Sabens' decision was not wrong. But no one expected that all the Samor cavalry would be dispatched. The elite cavalry raided 3,000 infantry, but it was not as neat as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The other generals all around also looked at each other. No one expected that the Samors would be so bold, using their superior force to attack a camp on the outskirts of a fortress of little significance.

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