Realm of Power

The sun slowly rises from the east. At first it is still covered with brilliant red. When the bright red sun disk gradually rises above the horizon, it suddenly jumps up into the clear sky thousands of miles away. The bright white sunlight illuminates the sky and the earth. It makes people afraid to face it. No one expected that after a night of freezing rain, it would be a sunny day.

At the foot of the mountain, the Samor cavalry who went to raid last night were whistling and galloping back to the camp. Each horse had a bloody human head hanging on its neck. Each of the panicked heads seemed to be telling the story of last night. of terror.

The war horses leaped into the camp gate, and the flying hooves brought the cold wind to our faces.

"Long live Samor! Samor will win!" The soldiers on both sides of the camp gate raised their weapons and cheered excitedly, expressing their respect for these warriors in the Samor army. Last night's victory greatly boosted the morale of the Samor army. For these ordinary soldiers, the strategic layout has nothing to do with them.

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Able to chop off enemies' heads with weapons. Defeating the enemy's military formation was what exhilarated them. The arrival of the Samor cavalry, known as the Samor sword, strengthened the confidence of ordinary northern legionnaires in victory. Although this battle has little impact on the overall situation. It has a huge impact on the morale of the Samor army.

Not only can the low morale be restored, but also the noble troops stationed in the camps outside the fortress can be restored. Living in hesitation and fear every night, although the decisive battle between the two armies has not yet begun, the situation between the two sides has formed a sharp contrast!

"What are the Samors going to do?" Duacri sat in the hall with a cold face, completely unable to understand why the Samors went to such trouble to sneak attack on an insignificant camp.

Last night's raid broke the tacit silence between the two armies. The Samor's sudden stab with the hidden sword was fast and hard. When no one expected it, right under the nose of his main force, Swallowed an entire brigade alive,

Walking on the rain, attacking like fire, this storm-like attack method is completely different from the style of his old rival Caesar Zoro. Caesar Zoro prefers to fight openly and openly. When the two armies fight, he prefers to use his strong advantage to attack from the front. Defeating the enemy, his style is more like that of an orthodox knight. This is vividly reflected in the "Battle of Revenge" in Kyoto.

But this time, the opponent's commander was obviously not like that. He was messing around without any rules and even did such immoral things as sending a thousand cavalry to sneak attack 3,000 infantry. He had no knightly style at all, and no consciousness of a large legion commander. Like a rich country man who likes to take advantage of others and bullies the weak.

"Is Fatty Samour here?" Duacli couldn't help but shuddered, his face slightly unnatural. Facing the undefeated military god of the kingdom, it would be a lie to say that he didn't feel guilty. Although Duacli had never been with Fatty, They have fought before, but they have a profound understanding of Fatty's methods.

When I was still visiting Kyoto. The mysterious Fatty Samor has risen like a comet in the southern part of the kingdom. He has won successive battles, controlled Samur, knelt down in Satdo, and marched into Djerbo. With a simple peasant army, Fatty Samur swept across the upper southern region of the kingdom. , the commercial capital of Zivadin was rebuilt, Samor's wings became more and more full, and Fatty Samor was like having a pair of magic hands. Make all the impossible possible, turn the poor and backward south into a rich and enviable place

That was the beginning of a legend spreading. It seems that wherever he is, the aura of victory will always be with him. King Zuowei, known as the most powerful general in Kujit, has not escaped the fate of Fatty. Fatty Samor likes plotting the most. Like a poisonous snake lurking in the bushes, a wily hunter waits quietly for you to reach the edge of the trap and then gives you a fierce push.

Thinking that this venomous snake might be looking at him in the Samor military camp opposite, Duacli felt his heart go cold. He stood up excitedly and ordered to the guards behind him, "Send someone to contact those left behind in Kyoto immediately and ask them to Find out where Governor Samour is now at all costs!"

The news quickly spread back from Kyoto. Governor Samour was now in Kyoto, shopping with his concubine, Miss Jones Nelly. All signs showed that this cavalry raid was an accident. It's just the personal behavior of an immature commander.

To this end, the Samor army also issued a punishment notice. A cavalry commander named Hu Keqili was detained on charges of unauthorized attack. The commander's fiancée was once killed by a noble private army. A wandering poet compiled this incident into a poem to praise this bloody incident. great love

"How are you preparing?" The fat man tightened his collar and turned to ask Caesar Zoro who came to pick up the boat. The cold wind coming from inside still carried the smell of river water.

Lianfa's new sharp-angle oar warship docked on the shore. Du Ailisu's guess was correct; Sichuan was an aristocratic private army that had never had the concept of water transportation, and ignored Samoer's powerful river transportation capabilities.

Take a ride on the latest long platoon oar warship. It only takes an hour from Shinjo on the outskirts of Kyoto to Omul. It only takes three hours to return by boat. Fatty has enough time to make a round trip at night and get a few peaceful sleeps. When he was a child, he went to the Aumr front line in the evening, and during the day he accompanied Jones Nelly to handle the marriage arrangements. This illusion completely deceived the eyes of the noble army.

"Thousands of people from the Crolisat Mountain Legion have arrived at the camp and are now arranged in a tightly guarded cave. They will never be discovered by the noble private army on the opposite side. The 10,000 long archers supported by the Sanwa tribe will also be here today. Arrived late, except for the 10th Banner Regiment of Salon, the other troops are basically in place!"

Caesar Sauron responded respectfully. This time Samor mobilized almost all the elite troops. Not only did the two elite legions gather together, but there was also the main legion brought by Fatty.

Duairic, who was paralyzed, still didn't know that what was gathered in front of them was not 20,000 Samor troops, but a huge army of 60,000 people. Such a huge army could crush the defense line of the noble army even if it was pressed. Fatty. He is a very vindictive person. During the last battle in Kyoto, I was tricked by Du Eric once, and this time I want to get my revenge back.

"Well, very good!" The fat man nodded slightly. He looked up at the starry night sky. The bright morning star was twinkling in the eastern sky. It was already four o'clock in the morning and the sky was slightly white. The fat man strode forward, glanced at the flag captains who came to pick up the ship, and said sternly.

"I once said that the blood of Samor soldiers must be repaid with the blood of the enemy. Now it is time for us to settle the accounts with the noble private army. I order that when the first ray of dawn pierces the sky tomorrow, all Samor soldiers will be repaid with the blood of the enemy. The army launches a general offensive! We will use the blood of the private army to dye the glow that fills the sky red."

At six o'clock in the morning, a large amount of thick fog filled the gap between the two armies, and a red light leapt up in the distance. The defenders of Litok Fortress continued as usual. He hung his head listlessly and leaned on the inside of the battlement to laze around. There were only a few patrols walking back and forth.

Just after that night attack, the number of guards in the fortress increased from one thousand people per post to two thousand people per post. This made the already small number of the Sabens Fifth Flag Regiment stretched thin. The regiment basically stands two posts a day. As a result, everyone did not get enough rest and complained. Occasionally, they would encounter the Samorians from across the street doing morning exercises, which was so noisy that everyone woke up from their dreams. "Sa, Samors!" I don't know who shouted, The guard above laughed loudly. A guard laughed and said, "Kinutux. Wake up from your sleep. This is a strong and towering fortress. If it's not a simple camp outside, can the Samor people still ride horses and climb the city wall?"

"Really, look, there are so many Samors!" The guard pointed at the outside of the fortress unwillingly and shouted, as if he had seen a ghost, and then the mocking guard slowly got up and spoke indifferently. Yuan muttered "Cowardly Keanu Tux. You must know that lying will be punished!"

He craned his neck to look outside, and his body suddenly froze, like a duck being strangled by the neck. Under the fortress wall, densely packed Samours rushed towards them holding siege ladders. The whole area was full of human heads, dozens of them. A huge siege ladder emerged from the mist like a giant,

A dazzling flash of light flashed from the fog, and dense black clouds were like maggots rising from the ground, overwhelmingly attacking. "Whoosh!" A weird whistling sound filled the sky.

"Yi! Arrow!" Shou Qi took a few steps back in horror. The arrowheads falling from the sky covered the city head. The guard was pierced by the falling arrowheads all over his body. He fell down with his eyes bulging, and screamed "Ah". Passing through the city wall, the fortress defenders were caught off guard and fell in large numbers.

After the first wave of arrows, countless rockets fell, and the crowded fortress walls fell into a sea of ​​flames. In this siege, the Samor army used more than thirty large crossbows.

"Immediately light a fire and ask for help!" Marquis Sarbanes panicked. The rockets that kept coming ignited the soldiers' houses in the fortress. Countless soldiers who had not yet had time to get up fell into the sea of ​​​​fire. The orderly soldier looked at him with an embarrassed face and was obviously not in good spirits. The normal Marquis of Sarbanes asked timidly, "My lord, the entire fortress is about to burn into a huge white smoke. We don't need to light any more fires to call for help!"

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