Realm of Power

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In the dark night, the cold autumn moon hangs in the sky. In the distance, the smoke column from the fire in Fortress Verris rose straight into the sky. The defense commander Helisatus paced back and forth on the battlements with an anxious face. From time to time he looked up at the beacon indicating the direction of the base camp. Three tall bonfires were lit in the dark night. It was particularly conspicuous, and Helisatus was very angry when he saw it.

As the sun set in the afternoon, the strong Verris defense line hoisted the white striped flag symbolizing surrender. Our side's tactics of thirteen forts, which we thought were unbreakable, were destroyed in four of them in one day. The castles and the sudden burst of power of the Samor army. The ability to attack difficult situations makes the nobles fearful. This completely overturned the previous convention that a castle could last at least a week. "The Raging Flame Demon Army" is what most noble armies now call the Samors.

News that the Nunes flag regiment that went to the rescue was completely wiped out. It was no longer necessary to send people to verify. The Samor Army sent an envoy in the afternoon to return the body of Marquis Nunnis and the regimental flag. Marquis Nunez, who opened his eyes angrily, still maintained the posture when he died in battle, holding the knight's sword tightly in both hands, as if He also wanted to swing at the enemy who was close by, but an arrowhead shot through his leg bone. Several bloody knife marks scratched his throat, forehead and ribs. The body looked pale and stiff because of the blood drained.

In order to make the body lie down flat, the soldiers responsible for loading the coffin stepped on and broke his spine. It can be seen that the Samor army was merciful and did not cut off his head as usual. At least it allowed him to retain the last dignity of the nobles. Leaving with dignity can be regarded as respect for him who refused to surrender.

However, the most elite light infantry flag regiment of the noble army was almost completely wiped out, and there was news that the commander had died in battle. This left the already panic-stricken aristocratic army camp in disarray. All eyes turned to the third line of defense. Who will be the next to die? After careful consideration, the Marquis of Duacli put Helisatus's Tiger Legion up. This was a decision that satisfied everyone except Hesalitus himself.

Stick to it, stick to it! Why am I holding on to this! Lisatus cursed indignantly. The thick smoke from the Wellis defense line in the distance seemed to be laughing at the stupid decision of the base camp. There were only 5,000 Tigers in his own army, although most of them were veterans brought out during the evacuation from Kyoto. But weapons and equipment and The military quality is simply not comparable to that of the Russian Steel Fen main flag regiment stationed on the second line of defense. It is impossible for a second-line unit like myself to fight against the elite Samor for even one round. I don't know if it is the idiots at the base camp. What do you think?

The Samor army did not move at night, and the fierce battle during the day caused the Samor people to suffer heavy losses. Both sides needed night to heal their wounds, and there was thick smoke under the Vilris Fortress. A large area of ​​the Samor camp was spread out, and the dense firelight was like stars in the sky. It could not be seen to the end at a glance, and it also made the defenders of the city fortress feel chilly. If someone still said that there were only 20,000 Samor people. Man, the angry defenders would definitely kick him down and make him carefully count the endless Samorian camps.

"Sir! The Samorian Army sent an envoy to ask for an audience!" The messenger ran up in a panic. Helisatus also saw a team of horses appearing under the firelight at the suspension bridge of the fortress. There were not many people, only about ten people, but The leader turned out to be the commander of the Wilaf Banner who had surrendered.

"Huh?" Helisatus looked stunned; he didn't expect it to be Villaf. Obviously, the Samors would see him this time, and there was a high possibility of persuading him to surrender. As a colleague, Helisatus expressed his gratitude to Villaf for his surrender. Sympathy, as a Soldier, Hlissatu Si expressed contempt for Villaf's surrender, and remained silent for a while with a solemn face. He said to the herald, "Tell the Samors that there is nothing to talk about. It is an honor for a soldier to die on the battlefield. Don't compare that coward who is afraid of death with me." Comparable!”

Soon, the messenger who went to reply ran up again, lying on the ground with an ugly face, and muttered in a low voice, "They, they said

"What did they say?" Helisatus looked at the herald with bulging eyes, and shouted sternly, "You have followed me through hundreds of battles, are you still afraid of those words of fear and threats! Come on, don't lose my Tiger Legion." Face "They said that your Excellency will agree to meet them." The herald's face turned pale and he paused. "They also said that Your Excellency had better send someone back to the base camp to have a look, so as not to become someone else's abandoned son."

"Abandoned son? Could it be that Chrysatus' eyebrows jumped uncontrollably. He turned sharply and looked in the direction of the base camp. Three piles of bright instruction bonfires were as piercing as three nails. The bright lights of the base camp in the past were so mysterious. Only a few were burning. Then, all the patrolling soldiers seemed to have disappeared. At a glance, the entire camp was filled with eerie silence.

"Damn it!" Helisatus's eyes suddenly turned red. As expected, these *** nobles abandoned him and ran away. It was in vain that he was so loyal to them and was treated like this. As Viraf led the army to surrender, the shadows of the two people swirled in his mind. At this moment, the fear and confidence of the brave Helisatus had left him, leaving only a blank skin in his mind.

"Creak!" In the darkness, the gate of Wellins Fortress on the third line of defense slowly opened, the suspension bridge was lowered, and the herald of the defense line, Jiyocote, came to the front of the Samor horse team to salute a military salute. "The commander of the Herissatus Army announced Surrender to the Samorian army and demand the treatment that noble prisoners deserve!"

"This is natural!" A fat figure came out from behind Villaf and waved to the herald. "It is really our Samor's honor that Captain Helisatus can understand things so well. As long as he surrenders to our Samor Nobles, we will all charge a fee according to the Kingdom's prisoner of war rules. They will be released after a ransom is paid, and their titles will not be affected." "Looking at the groups of well-equipped Samor cavalry passing through the fortress gate, the Tiger Legion soldiers stood at the gate waiting to hand over their weapons! Suddenly there was a commotion, Samor Light Cavalry! That's the Samor Light Cavalry! The veterans of the Tiger Legion were convinced that they were right. The unique thick armor, the sharp curved sword on the waist, and a three-meter long gun and a short crossbow were inserted side by side in the weapon slot. This was the "Death" cavalry he encountered in the battle of Toda Fortress.

The fat man was riding on the horse, and the late autumn night wind blew by his ears. Fatty himself was the commander of this pursuit. Although he had expected that the noble army would abandon Hooperaban and flee to the north, he did not expect that the Marquis of Duacry would be so straightforward. He only finished the fight during the day and ran away at night. When he learned that When the third line of defense was stationed by the Tiger Corps, which was insufficiently equipped and manpower. The fat man knew that things were going to be bad. He originally wanted to use the method of "squeezing out toothpaste" to drag the elite of the noble army into the quagmire step by step. Unexpectedly, his intention was discovered so quickly.

Although the vitality of the noble army was severely damaged, it was not to the point where it was necessary to drag the second-line troops to defend the city. The only explanation was "Duacli is running away!" It is not untragic that a strong man breaks his wrist, but running away is too much. It was neat, which had to make the fat man a little admired. Seeing that the situation was not good, he ran away! It is enough to show Duacli's tenacity, decisiveness and strategic planning. If he is really allowed to run to the north, it may not be long before he resurfaces.

"Assault!" The fat man cut off the door of the noble army's base camp with a knife, and five thousand Samor light cavalry poured in like a flood. The tent was empty. The horse stalls were also empty, and many heavy equipment that was too late to be transported were scattered on the ground. The entire camp was already empty, with only a dozen bonfires burning sparks in the strong wind.

"Sir, look at this!" Hu Keqili came over and handed an item to the fat man in his hand. It was a pile of scattered letters. The fat man opened it and looked at it. There were some from the royal family. There are also many big families in Zhuodu, all with the seal of Marquis Duacli. It seems that the noble private army has been in frequent contact with Kyoto during this period. Hu Keqili pointed to the southwest and said, "We found these scattered letters on the mountain road in the southwest. Judging from the footsteps and horse hoof marks all around, the noble army fled to the northwest."

"Damn Christian Kusai!" The fat man put the letter into his arms with a ferocious expression. "Immediately send someone to notify the Tenth Flag Regiment that has sneaked into the north to intercept. The others will chase me! Even if we chase them to the territory of the Christian family, Catch Duacli too!"

The northwest is the territory of the family of the Duke of the North, Stian Kusay, as mentioned in the letter just now. There was one letter from the Stian Kusai family, and the content turned out to be a request to form an alliance with the noble private army to jointly fight against the Samor army. If these two forces were to be combined, the consequences would be disastrous.

Marquis Duacry looked back at the direction of the third line of defense in the distance. There was no fire or smoke, which made him feel relieved. The Samors also need to rest. The day's siege battle has exhausted their strength. They hope that the stubborn Hesalis can hold on until dawn tomorrow.

At that time, his troops had already crossed this rugged mountain road. In order to cross this high mountain area, the noble private army abandoned all their heavy supplies. In order not to expose their whereabouts, the 20,000-strong troops did not even have a torch. All I could hear was the sound of gravel on the mountain path at my feet, and a group of dark rats squirming in the dark night.

"Sir, did the Stuankusai family misunderstand that they took us in?" General leader Datunix looked worried. The bumpy road made the civilian general's face turn rosy.

This sudden withdrawal made many noble army generals dissatisfied, but they had nothing to do. The latest intelligence reports showed that the huge military force used by the Samors this time was unprecedented. Among the four main legions. Three of them showed up on the front line, with a main force of nearly 60,000 people. The aristocratic generals who knew the real deal lost all confidence.

Fighting with the main force of 60,000 Samors? Even adding all the current forces in the kingdom would not be enough, let alone this small force of our own.

The vaunted defense line of thirteen forts became a joke in the face of the powerful attack power of the Samor Army. The noble army camp was shaken by the storm