Realm of Power

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Heavy snow fell from the sky. Large swaths of snowflakes covered the body of Marquis Duacry, as if the heavens were weeping for the death of a hero. The fat man hesitated for a while next to the body of Marquis Duacry.

As a member of the same clan, the Duac family had helped him at critical moments. For the sake of his grandfather, the old Duke Duac, the fat man finally gave up his plan to cut off the head of the Marquis Duac, so that he could retain the last vestiges of the nobility. Buried with dignity at this time. The Samor Guards cavalry, who were fighting with the noble cavalry, caught up from behind.

"Bring the body back to Kyoto and return it to Duke Duac as soon as possible!" The fat man put the sharp sword back into its sheath and pointed at the body of Marquis Duac. The sound of fighting on the mountain road had subsided, and the corpses of the noble army were scattered everywhere. They were lying all over the mountain road, and the 20,000 noble army was smashed to pieces by the Samoor light cavalry. , the narrow road made it difficult for the noble army to deploy despite its numerical advantage. It quickly collapsed under the wave-like offensive of the Samor cavalry. In this battle, the Samor light cavalry once again created glory. More than 3,000 noble soldiers died in the battle. Stampede casualties: Thousands, hundreds. Thirty thousand people surrendered. The remainder fled to the northern mountains.

In the northern part of Hubolaban, Chisedis Fortress, the heavy snow falling outside has covered the fortress with a thick layer of white. In the distance, you can vaguely see the towering Dabolat Snow Mountain, and the red bonfires illuminate the fortress hall red. , here is the dividing line between Hubolaban and the northern Stian family territory. The early arrival of the northern cold wave caused the Chiledoch River, the natural defense line on the dividing line, to freeze in advance.

In order to suppress possible changes in the Stian family in the north, Fatty led 18,000 troops from his own army to station here. The army from Crolisat Mountain and the northern army from Caesar Sauron were ordered to return to their bases to rest. In the Battle of Laban, the 40,000 noble troops were almost wiped out. But Samor also paid the price of thousands of casualties.

"Sir, you are not trustworthy!" Salon walked in from outside dressed in snow, and the heavy snow dyed his eyebrows and hair white. As he walked, he patted the snowflakes off his body. The bonfire squatting next to him didn't say, "Isn't it agreed that the latest twenty-door Thor 2 type will be equipped with my 10th Flag Regiment first? Why in the blink of an eye will it be allocated to Lord Statunko's Southern Army? Sir, you are It's just partiality. I don't accept this decision.

"What? You're still not convinced? I haven't settled the accounts with you for what happened last time!" The fat man saw that Salon still had a straightforward temper. He stood up from the stove and said with a serious face, "This time the Thor Type 2 will create a force gate." , Of course we have to ration it to the places where it’s most needed, why don’t we leave it to you to fry fish in this ice and snow!”

"Sir, that's just to test the power of the God of Thunder." Salon blushed a little cheekily. In his spare time, Salon did use Thor to fry fish, and was severely criticized by the fat man, but he still said unconvinced, "What does the South need? The entire South is our Samor's territory, leave it to the South The army is used as decoration, it is better to hand it over to It's very windy and snowy outside, and it's difficult for us to transport supplies. Brothers, we're just sitting around here. Frying a lot of fish will not only relieve everyone's boredom, but also improve their taste. They can eat bread with good texture every day. The taste of bird is gone from my mouth!”

"You have nothing to do! You can ask for the God of Thunder. I will give you ten doors, each with 20,000 gold coins, and I will deduct it from your military expenses later." The fat man glared at Salon rudely, and Salon wanted to deduct military expenses. He immediately panicked and hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, I don't want it! My little military expenditure is not enough for ten gates."

"Stop talking nonsense, it's settled! I won't let you get any blood, you don't remember anything." The fat man waved to Salon, who looked miserable. "If you don't have time to panic, come with me to see the progress of road construction. We must do it this winter." Build the road to Hobo Laban. If it is still in such shabby condition and becomes a quagmire when it rains, I will remove your flag commander!"

"Please rest assured, sir!" Salon patted his chest and said with a proud look on his face, "The road to Kyoto has been built up to the Thirteenth Fort. It will be fully completed in ten days at most. This is also thanks to the prisoners of the noble army. . In order to earn enough money to redeem themselves, those guys are really desperate. They don’t rest even in heavy snow. If they are so fierce in fighting, it will be a problem for us to win!"

"No, so fast?" The fat man also looked surprised. In order to build the road to the north as soon as possible, the fat man sent more than 10,000 prisoners of the noble army to build the road. They were provided with food and accommodation. When the road was built, he would be there. I thought it would take at least a month to go home, but I didn't expect it would only be half a month. moon. Almost half done

It turns out that all the prisoners of the noble army knew that the land in their hometown had been re-divided. As long as they handed over a small amount of grain, they could get a piece of land of their own. Who was in the mood to stay here? They were all like chicken blood, braving the heavy snow. He was busy building roads, and he had the spirit of fighting against heaven and earth to defeat God.

"What you kid said is half true and false. I can't believe it all!" The fat man's doubtful eyes turned around Salon, which made Salon feel scared and could only smile at the corner of his mouth. The fat man waved to Konoe, took a thick fox fur cloak from Konoe and put it on his body, "Come on, follow me, I only believe in my own eyes!" The cold wind blew into my face with snowflakes. Come. The dark sky was covered with dark clouds, and the fat man shivered on his horse. The goose-feather-like snow dyed the heavy snow white, and the dense pine forest was covered with a thick layer, heading south along the Chisepus Fortress. , within half an hour we set foot on a relatively smooth commercial road. The road was covered with heavy snow, and the thin ice on the road was broken by horse hooves.

"Sir, look." Salon reined in his horse anxiously, got off the horse, and swept away a large snowflake on the road with his feet, revealing a smooth road paved with broken rocks. He had a look on his face asking for credit, "I You're right, these are all stones pulled from the mountains. They are solid, thick and flat, ensuring that the carriage can run smoothly on them! You can reach the northern territory in just one day.

"Yeah, not bad." The fat man nodded slightly. The four-meter road in front of him was wide enough for lion carriages to drive side by side. This kind of road basically met the requirements of the northern trade route. He waved to Salon, "Let's go to the Thirteenth Company to see this!" The heavy snowfall is so severe that the army’s logistics problems must be solved immediately. I just want to go and see if the supplies shipped from Kyoto have arrived!”

"I knew you didn't forget about us!" When Salon heard that there were supplies, his eyes lit up and he jumped on his horse in joy. The snowflakes in the sky became more and more fierce. Dry snowflakes were blowing in the air. The sky began to freeze, and the fat man felt the snowflakes hitting him. The wind rolled towards the nose and cheeks, and the sky and the earth seemed to be shrouded in a strong light, shining on the snow-white field. In all directions, only the falling snow could be seen forming white diagonal lines. The whole place was hazy, and it was impossible to see the way forward. direction.

"Sir, it seems there is a snowstorm!" Salon leaned over against the wind and snow, and the violent snow turned him into a snowman. "It is impossible to walk in such heavy snow. We are still in Riokos ahead. Let’s rest for the night and wait until the weather gets better tomorrow before heading to Thirteenth Fort!”

The fat man looked up at the sky. It was terribly dark. The thick dark clouds were like stacks of straw, and the big hailstones hit the face with snowflakes. Looking at the situation, the more ferocious snow was still behind, "It's really a blizzard! The weather in the north is also bad." That's too bad!" The fat man couldn't help but frown slightly. Most of Xiang Dajun's winter supplies have not arrived, and many soldiers are still wearing autumn single clothes. Fortunately, there are many forests in the north. While sending a large number of people to cut down trees, they also used the power of the business alliance to temporarily mobilize a large amount of supplies from Kyoto to go north.

But this sudden snowstorm has made the situation even worse. The military situation is on fire. I hope that enough wood can last for a while. "Let's go to Riokos Town!" The fat man pointed towards the spire of the town that could be vaguely seen not far away. Waving their horsewhips, more than ten people rushed into the gate of the town despite the wind and snow. There is no one on the road. The heavy snow has made everyone in the town hide at home. There are still a few shallow ruts on the snow-white road. A simple tavern is at the entrance of the town, with a round wine bottle sign in the cold. It was spinning in the wind, but for the fat man and others who were almost frozen, it was a paradise.

"This snow is too heavy!" The fat man patted the thick snow on his body. His eyebrows were covered with ice in the cold weather. His expensive fox fur cloak was mixed with snow and mud and became a mess. Like a net being held by a dirty winter bear. Fatty.com. When I entered the tavern, I couldn't wait to shout, "Boss! Let's have ten glasses of the strongest wine! Don't mix it with water!"

There were not many people in the tavern, most of them were nearby townspeople. There were a few people dressed as businessmen sitting in the northwest corner. Their faces were almost as pale as the fat man and others, and they were holding wine glasses and drinking heavily. It seemed that the carriage outside belonged to them.

"Distinguished guest, this is the strongest blue root wine. It will keep you warm after drinking it." The owner of the tavern is a middle-aged man in his forties. He placed ten glasses of blue liquor in front of the fat man. The fat man quickly raised it After taking a big sip, the fat man's face turned red with a strange smell that hit his nostrils violently.

"Haha, I was right." The boss looked very happy, seeing the embarrassment of the fat man and his party. I specially asked the waiter to bring another brazier over. The warm heat made the fat man feel comfortable and happy with his limbs.

"Are you from the Northern Territory?" A businessman from the northwest corner came over holding a wine glass. The trade route to the Northern Territory has not yet been opened. In this remote town, a person who is also on the road can be seen. The businessman They felt very novel,

None of the fat men were wearing mail armor. In such severe cold weather, it took a lot of courage to put on ice-like armor and rush forward. He is now dressed in a shabby attire similar to that of an ordinary businessman. No one would think that the noble southern governor would be here. It is obvious that the businessman regards him as the same kind.

"Yes, we are all from the northern Kurau region." The fat man rolled his eyes. The northern Kurao area was the territory of the Stian family. "The snowstorm outside is too heavy. Let's come here to take shelter."

"You are from the Kulaw area! That's great!" The businessman became interested and sat down with a glass of wine to chat with the fat man. It turned out that this was a caravan from the Omur region. The businessman's name was Giljohn, who was originally a down-and-out little noble. With Samour's occupation of the Omur region, Giljohn sold his dilapidated farm and started working as a farmer. merchants, but due to low capital, the Aumr area was far away from the merchants. The industrial capital of Zivadin is far away, and Giljohn has never been able to make much money. This time he saw the Samorian army occupying Hubolaban, and wanted to establish a trade line before other merchants entered the northern territory. The website is The Twelve Forts loaded up their goods and encountered a snowstorm before they were even halfway through the race.

"Oh? Are you loading goods at the Twelve Forts? Is the freight station there open to merchants?" The fat man's face changed slightly. The freight station at the Twelve Forts is for military use and is not open to other merchants. This makes the fat man feel With a hint of ominous premonition, he quickly said, "Can I see what kind of goods it is?" .

"It's not a big deal! It's just some cotton clothes for the winter." Giljohn's face turned red as he drank, and he put the wine glass on the table. "Although the freight station of the Twelve Forts is used by the military, it can also be used by the commercial alliance. I heard that This time a lot of winter supplies were transported. I just went around and took out a little bit. This is not a secret in the Twelve Forts. As long as the warehouse officer shows a little bit, it will be enough for us to eat and drink for a while. "

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