Realm of Power

A heartfelt vote of thanks from my son. "There is no self in the world" vote. Decay the big pervert is suppressed

The head of Litok Fortress was already crawling with Samor soldiers, with spears like a forest. The polished steel shields of the siege troops shone silver in the sunlight, like a sparkling river surface. The densely packed heads of people squirmed like a swarm of ants, making the defenders' scalp numb.

Lack of energy and low morale caused the Sarbanes Flag Regiment defending the fortress to collapse at the first touch. After barely resisting for a while at first, they had to hurriedly retreat into the inner city of the fortress. Scattered arrows were shot from the fortress shooting tower, but it was of no use to the Samor army holding a large siege shield. They often become the target of Samor's sniper crossbowmen. Archers keep falling from their towers

"There are definitely more than 20,000 people!" On the wall of the inner city of the fortress, Marquis Sarbanes looked at him with a pale face. The arrows that occasionally flew frightened him and he screamed and squatted down. With the support of the guards, he was almost exhausted. The collapsed Sabens' legs were so weak that he almost fainted. The commander's poor performance shocked the defending soldiers around him.

In front of the Samor military formation, next to dozens of assembled trebuchets, soldiers were busy loading crude oil projectiles into the trebuchet frames. More than a dozen shirtless and strong trebuchet riders struggled to pull the winches with both hands. , making a churning sound, and as the squad leader waved his arm,

Hundreds of crude oil projectiles the size of wine bottles landed in the inner city of the fortress like a goddess scattering flowers. Only a violent rumbling sound was heard, and the inner city that was originally filled with smoke suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire. The bright yellow flames shot up more than ten meters high like a volcanic eruption. The fire in the fortress was the headquarters of the noble army ten miles away, and the fiery red flames could be clearly seen.

"What the hell! The Samor people are crazy again!" Duke Dueric paced the hall with a solemn face. He has 40,000 people guarding the strong fortress, while the Samor people only have 20,000 people. According to the rules, there are no six people. With an army of 80,000 people, it is almost an idiot's dream to besiege their own fortress defense line. However, the Samor people are such idiots and do not even have any awareness of rational motives.

Early in the morning, the entire army pressed forward, as if they wanted to swallow up the car. Although I don't know how many people there are, it may be within this period of time. It would take at least 20,000 people to create such a huge momentum and beat Sabens until he cried for his father and mother.

After Duacli felt calm for a while, the mysterious commander appeared again. This style of bullying and attacking as fiercely as fire seemed to be the characteristic of that guy. As for the cavalryman that the Samor Army claimed to have arrested before Commander, he's obviously just a scapegoat.

"Fucking madman". Du Eric cursed unwillingly, as quiet as a virgin and as active as a rabbit. The opponent's commander's unstructured command style made Du Eric both admired and had a headache, just like two people. When people play chess, it is obvious that the bishop moves the field, but you choose to use the bishop as a rook, and go on a rampage with complete disregard for the rules. No one can stand such an opponent. But this guy hits his weak spot every time. The lack of rescue last time has severely damaged the morale of the noble army. If we don't rescue now, I'm afraid a mutiny will break out.

"Why don't I have such ferocious and cunning subordinates?" Dueric glanced depressedly. The generals standing below who were arguing about whether to reinforce the fortress couldn't help but feel discouraged. Among them, Marquis Sarbenz Several generals who had good relations were cursing around the new commander-in-chief Datuknis, who advocated giving up the rescue.

"A bunch of rubbish! There's no point in worrying about these superficial things every day." Duairic cursed in a low voice, feeling that even a pig knew what to do now. "The fortress has been burned like this. What's the use of saving it now?" However, part of the people's hearts have been lost, and they can no longer stand by and watch the Litok Fortress."

Duacli shook his head, not daring to think about it any more, it was a dead end! No matter which aspect you look at it, this is an unsolvable knot. The opponent dug a big hole tailor-made for himself from the beginning. To save the ship is to die, if not to save the ship, it is to die. The superb skills and strategic vision contained in it made Du Eric feel chilled. Is it true that the noble army really wants to go to the cold area to drink the north wind this time?

"That's enough, stop arguing!" Du Airi waved his hands and shouted angrily, asking the generals who were still arguing below to quiet down. His cold and blood-red eyes made the generals feel palpitations.

Everyone knows that Duacry is decisive. But he is a very personable person. He doesn’t even blink when ordering people to kill. When it’s time to be personable, he makes people feel like they’re in peace. It’s really rare to see someone as embarrassed as he is now.

"Now is our most dangerous time. If we don't want to die, we must stick together. As we said in our covenant, no matter it is danger or glory, no matter facing death or the crown, we are one. I have decided to fight hard." The 8th Banner Regiment of the Marquis of Nice went to rescue the Litok Fortress, and the Russian Steel Finn Heavy Cavalry Regiment of Villaf was stationed in the second line of defense. The 8th Banner Regiment joined the Reuss Spear Brigade to strengthen the defense of the Verris Fortress.

Duerric paused for a moment. His eyes swept across the faces of each general. He said sternly, "We are one, and the Samor people are coming fiercely this time. If you don't want to be driven to the cold north to drink the wind, we must work together and use our knight's sword of glory to give those damn Samor hillbillies a ghost." Go!”

"Sir, look, reinforcements from the Noble Army are coming!" Caesar Sauron pointed excitedly at a Noble Army unit that appeared in the distance. The fat man stood on the high hill of the Samor Military Camp in a suit of mail. The terrain here is high and you can see far. As an army commander, you must be able to grasp the movements of yourself and the enemy at all times. The commander-in-chief is not a warrior who has a different body shape...he must observe the current situation with his eyes on it. The fat man thought he was the kind of commander who leads an army to charge, but he was the commander of Xiaoge in Luezhou. He was caught in a chaotic and fierce battle. When he was considering whether to choose whether to be chopped with a knife or stabbed by a gun, no matter how powerful the commander was, he could not clearly see the situation on the entire battlefield.

"Well, it's a pity. I thought Du Eric could stabilize the situation, but it seems I overestimated him." A sly smile appeared on the corner of the fat man's mouth. He looked up at the sun in the sky. It was almost noon. I thought the noble army had given up. After arriving at the fortress, who knew he would come anyway? Duacli on the opposite side must have been having a very unhappy time these past few hours.

The troops attacking the fortress had already slowed down their offensive, and envoys were sent to persuade them to surrender as usual. An hour ago, the defender of the fortress, the Marquis Sarbanes, had surrendered, and now it was just a show. According to the instructions of the Samor Army, beacons for help were constantly lit at the noble army's base camp. Each time he urged me more urgently.

The fat man turned around and ordered to Caesar Sauron and several banner captains, "Execute the prairie fire plan, Thirteen. The two armies of the Fourteenth Banner Regiment encircled and ate the support army, and ordered Crorisart's mountain legion to Attack the three fortresses of Verres, Saffele, and Batik. You tell him that I will make the firelight flying in the sky more dazzling than the sun today, and I will make Duanrik take out all the money!"

"Yes, sir." Caesar Zoro and several flag captains took the order and left. The mountain wind blew through the hills, rolling up the withered yellow leaves, spinning and flying in the sky. The fat man grabbed the flying leaves and exerted a slight force on his palms. The dry leaves turned into powder. The fat man laughed cheerfully and said to the guards behind him, "It's time to give the noble army a fatal blow. Let's go to the light cavalry camp!"

Although most of the Eighth Banner Regiment of Marquis Nunez are light infantry, the middle-level officers are all descendants of the Marquis Nunez family and are well-equipped. Loyal, reliable, and tenacious in combat, it is a very powerful force in the noble army. It is also because there is such an army that is only loyal to the Nunnis family. The Marquis of Nunez has always been the biggest potential competitor for the leader of the noble army. Duairi By sending out this powerful force, Ke has the intention of killing both chickens and monkeys.

The Marquis of Nunnis was able to compete with the Marquis of Duacry in the noble army camp, which proved that he was not an idiot. He knew that he would go to the rescue this time. The superficial meaning is far greater than the actual meaning, in order to gain the moral high ground. The Marquis of Nunes was one of the leaders who firmly requested rescue;

No matter what Duacli decides, the Marquis of Nunez has already won the support of most of the generals. No one wants to be one of the abandoned ones, and no one wants to defend the city wall alone until death.

Now is the most unstable period for the noble army camp. Although the night attack battle some time ago was mainly the responsibility of Marquis Sarbanes, the reputation of Duacli as the leader has also been greatly affected. Some generals have begun to secretly Contact, and prepare to re-elect the leader of the noble army. At this time, he firmly stands on the side of the generals, and the time when he will take the throne is not far away.

After receiving the order from Marquis Duacli to rescue the Fortress of Litok, Nunis responded positively, but secretly ordered the family members below to slow down the speed of the army's assembly, which lasted for nearly 3 hours. I just set off, thinking that with the character of the coward Sabens, he would abandon the fortress and escape after less than two hours. He could not only win the favor of the generals, but also enjoy the success unscathed.

Unexpectedly, more than three hours had passed, and the beacon fire calling for help from Tok Fortress was still burning, and it was getting more and more urgent. The heralds urged by Marquis Duerric came in three batches, and Marquis Nunnis finally brought the The troops are on the road,

It is only about twenty miles from the base camp to Litok Fortress, although there are three fortress checkpoints in between. If we walk faster, we will arrive in two hours. The 2,000 elite infantry forwards of the Nunis Flag Regiment will arrive at noon. Ran out of a mountain pass not far from Litok Fortress

Nunis rode on his horse, looked up and took a closer look at the Litok Fortress, which was still burning with thick smoke. He felt an ominous premonition. There were no Samorian siege troops on the fortress, except for the raging flames coming out of the fortress battlements. , there is nothing, not even the inner city where the beacon for help is burning, no one can be seen. Only a lonely noble military battle flag swayed in the thick smoke, like a blackened roast chicken.

"Not good!" Marquis de Bounis shouted. He waved his hand to the troops behind him and shouted, "Retreat. Retreat quickly. The fortress in front of you is obviously a trap. The timid Sabens must have surrendered to the Samor army."

A burst of roaring sound broke through the air. Countless black spots were thrown from the distant hillside, forming a dense black cloud. Nunis, who had fought against the Samor army before, looked pale. Unable to care about others anymore, he dismounted and lay on the ground in embarrassment.

This terrifying cloud that tore through the sky had appeared in Nunes's nightmares many times. In the battle outside Kyoto, the Samors used this powerful crossbow to tear through the defense line of the noble army. Half of the 20,000 nobles fell under the crossbow. It was a weapon of the devil. It was a killing that should not appear in this world. A knight in steel armor is not much better than a piece of paper in front of such a powerful weapon.

A crossbow arrow as thick as an arm passed over Nunis's head with a sharp whistling sound. The strong wind pressure made Nunis' ears ring. He only heard a scream not far away. Two guards were shot through by the crossbow arrow because they could not dodge in time. The two bodies were carried a few meters away like barbecue skewers before falling. Blood splashed on Nunis' face. He saw the whole earth was blood red through his bloodstained eyes.