Realm of Power

In the early morning, the blizzard that raged all day and night finally stopped. Bingxia and Baohong stared down, and could only see the falling fine snow swirling in the cold wind. The lush evergreen pine forest was covered with a thick layer of snow ginger, like a group of silent and serious Altus. The guard stood at the foot of the hills in the distance. Soon, half of the fiery sun emerged from behind the thick black clouds. The warm and unrestrained sunshine dispersed the white mist wandering in the air. The earth is snow-white, and the vast northern region lies like a bloated white giant beast in the distance.

"Sir, the blizzard has stopped! We can go on the road!" Salon walked into the hotel room anxiously. All his winter supplies had been sold out. How could Salon not be in a hurry? If he hadn't considered whether Fatty liked going to bed early. The habit of disturbing people. Salon had already rushed in.

"Why are you so anxious! No matter who takes those supplies, I will make them spit it out ten times." The fat man rubbed his hands and slowly stood up from the brazier. He took the warmed and smoothed fox fur cloak from Konoe and put it on his body, stretching his arms and legs. He turned around and said, "That woman is a treasure! That's a lot of money. If she runs away, don't even think about military expenses this quarter!"

"Please don't worry, sir! I really admire her for being able to run away even though she was tied up like a wild boar." Salon heard the fat man's promise and said with an embarrassed smile, "But that woman is also really aloof. From yesterday to now, she kept saying She didn’t even say anything, and we still don’t know her real name!”

"What! You tied someone up!" The fat man was about to take the saber when his hand stopped in the air. The tone suddenly increased several times, "You have to tie up a woman. If this spreads out, where will the face of our Samor army be? Do you want Samor to face the combined forces of the Stian family and the Tyr family at the same time? ”

The fat man's face was flushed, and his eyes were frighteningly cold. A biting sense of danger rushed from Salon's tailbone to his forehead. Although it was a cold day, Salon was sweating profusely. He thought to himself, "Oops! Fatty is really angry."

Several guards stared at Salon with pitiful expressions. The last time the fat man got angry was in Zivadin, and the bloody Dardanelle family became the price of that anger.

"Forget it, what is supposed to come will come!" The fat man's face became gloomy for a while, and he took a long breath. He seemed to have made a decision in his heart, took the riding whip from the guard, and glared at Salon fiercely, "Let's go, follow I’ll go take a look, and if something happens, go back and prepare for the war!”

"Holy crap! These bastards!" The fat man walked out of the hotel with an indignant look on his face. He was shocked by the sight in front of him. "Who is this talented? Can you kidnap people like this?"

Only a few finger-thick hemp ropes were seen braiding more than ten complicated knots on the body of the cold-feeling beauty. Like bows on gorgeous dresses. Then it stretched out from the neck of the cold beauty Bai Zhe. Her delicate white hands and feet were tied together, like a prey obtained by a hunter, but also like an exquisite and gorgeous gift, hung on the back of a packhorse bought from the villagers, with a ball stuffed in her mouth. He didn't know where he found the dirty black rag. The fat man wondered if it was the one the tavern owner used to clean the table.

"Sir, am I right? If someone like this can run away, it would be a miracle from God!" Salon leaned over with an embarrassed look on his face. The fat man rolled his eyes and said quickly, "You can't blame the brothers for this. You I also saw it. This woman is not a delicate female noble, her hands and skills are no worse than those of men!"

Seeing the fat man coming out, the iceberg beauty's eyes suddenly turned red, and she stared at the fat man fiercely, braving the anger of hatred because her mouth was stuffed with a rag. He could only make a hesitant growl, and his body was struggling like a living fish. He was so bitter and resentful that he wanted to bite a piece of the fat man's flesh.

"This is nothing!" The fat man waved his hands angrily. He was so unjustly blamed for taking the blame. The guard behind Zhou said, "Take off the rope! Give her a horse. How can she drive like this? You can't do it." Let people say that we, Samour, don’t know how to treat guests! “With a flash of the sword, the rope around Tierniris was cut off, and Saron put the sword back into its sheath. Salon was very good at tying people up and untying them. Practice makes perfect.

"Sir, aren't you afraid that she will run away?" Salon followed the fat man and asked in a low voice. The Tire beauty who had been untied ran arrogantly at the front, her elegant and mysterious black robe fluttering in the wind, her fiery red scales like a beating flame in the snow-white world, and only a pair of beautiful women were exposed under her hood. mysterious eyes,

Her unrestrained and skillful riding skills allowed her to ride only a low-quality packhorse, but her speed was not inferior to that of the guards following her. If she was holding the four-meter long swallow-tailed military flag representing the royal power, she would be as fast as the legendary one. The Miracle Knight of the Kingdom of Salander is exactly the same. Everyone can see that this arrogant woman is fighting in her own unique way, and her aloofness to the core is undoubtedly reflected.

"Run?" The fat man smiled noncommittally. "Although this woman is arrogant, she is not stupid, and she is also a person full of aristocratic ideas. Her glorious family and her noble status are the best shackles to tie her.

The fat man paused for a moment, "I told her last night that I would let her go as long as there was a ransom of 10,000 yuan. She was more anxious to go to the Twelve Forts than we were. If I guessed correctly, the Tyr family is the garrison in Kyoto. It should be." We have already started contacting the Tulun Ander family! To the wealthy Eastern Overlord, ten thousand gold coins are just a small amount! Instead of running away halfway and getting stuck in this snowstorm, it would be better to deal with us when we return to the Tyr family. "

"Haha, sir, you are saying that that silly girl is still waiting for someone to redeem her." Salon suddenly realized. No wonder the fat man was not worried at all. It turned out that he had eaten this woman to death a long time ago. Salon asked, "Sir, if that The stupid woman shipped something wrong, how can she really run away?

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" The fat man spat at Salon angrily. He patted the infantry crossbow on the horse's weapon slot with his hand. "There is this thing. Even if she ran three hundred meters away, I would shoot her down with one arrow." !" Salon felt a chill on the back of his neck. "This damn fat man is so evil! He is truly the mortal enemy of men and the natural enemy of women!"

The snowstorm last night turned the Twelve Forts into a white world. A month ago, this was a battlefield where the two armies fought, but now it has become an important pass for Samor to control the north-south traffic arteries. The fat man waved his riding whip, and the horse's hooves broke the thin ice on the road. In the distance, a dark mass of prisoners of the noble army was busy.

Salon was right, the aristocratic army building the road was indeed very enthusiastic, and the genius had just cleared up, Dong Yichu. Like hard-working ants, the captives of the aristocratic army in the west came out of the temporary buildings, led by the elected foremen one by one. The thick layer of snow was peeled away, and the thick frozen soil was smashed with the simple hammer in the hands of the captives. The shouts resounded in the sky, and the broken stones were dumped into the depressions in the frozen soil, and then pulled by four horses. Heavy cobblestone roller compaction in Chaos. This process needs to be applied three to four times in a row, so that the road built in this way is not only smooth but also difficult to collapse.

Horse-drawn carriages transporting gravel are constantly flowing between the business road and the nearby quarrying point on the cliff. There are almost no Samor guards on the entire ground. There are only one or two patrols in the outer circle to carry things. In many cases, the Samor people are only responsible for carrying food and tools. Rather than being guards, they are more like auxiliaries in protecting the construction site. soldiers.

The prisoners were informed on the first day of work. There is no point in escaping. A census is conducted every year in Samor. People who have not been formally registered will be taken away. If they are found to be deserters on the battlefield or other unidentified people, the originally allocated land will be taken back and all property will be taken back. The city will confiscate, and people will be expelled from Samor. As long as they work for another ten days or so, they can obtain the legal status of Samor. Not only can they be allocated land, but they can also get a gold coin for road construction. As long as they don't have brain damage. Wake up, only an idiot would run away now.

"Who is the commander of the Twelve Forts Squadron?" Fatty asked, looking at the busy construction site. According to this progress, in ten days, the long-awaited northern passage will be officially completed. At that time, those who guard the important road will The Twelve Fort Squadron was crucial. Salon reined in his horse next to him. "It should be Bandak, but he is an old man from the Guards, because he killed two viscount-level generals in the battle of the northern mountain road. Just now." Wang was promoted to squadron leader of the 12th Fort Squadron."

"It's him, our Apple Knight." The fat man smiled, and a lively blond young man appeared in his mind, a very good young man. One of his personal guards, he always follows closely to his right during battle, holding up a duck-shaped knight's shield captured in the Battle of Sambuga Hills, always playing with fancy hair knife skills, and likes to eat apples the most. , calls himself Apple Knight. The fat man pointed his horsewhip and ordered to Salon, "Let's go to the Twelve Fort Squadron!" "Sir!" Bandak gave the fat man a military salute with a respectful expression on his face. He was confused about the fact that the fat man came to the fortress where he was stationed in person. Isn't the main force of the legion stationed in Chisedis Fortress in the north? Why did you come here in person despite the heavy snowstorm? Bandak had a premonition that something big was about to happen. The fat man looked serious and strode into the fortress hall and asked, "How many people are there in the Twelve Fort Squadron now?"

"Replying to your lord, the spear-hand is strong, the spear-hand is strong, the spear-hand is saddle-handling, and the crossbow-hand is powerful!" Bandak straightened his body, leaned forward slightly, and his voice was as loud as the eagle's cry on the grassland.

"Well, very good. Immediately send people to block the intersections at the north and south ends of the Twelve Forts." The fat man nodded slightly and said to Bandak, "Without my order, no matter who pleads for mercy, no one will be let go! For anyone Anyone who breaks through will be killed!" The fat man took off a heraldic ring from his finger and handed it to the guard behind him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Order the 10,000 garrison troops in Kyoto New City to come to the Twelve Forts immediately! The mice know that they will pay back if they come out!"

A blizzard hit the Twelve Forts, and Tulun Ander's heart was as cold as the ice and snow outside. As a senior executive of the Business Alliance and the largest supplier of cloth trade in Kyoto, this time he urgently mobilized a large number of cotton-padded clothes, which almost filled the entire Kyoto warehouse. Empty for it. The price of cotton-padded clothes suddenly increased several times, which made Turunand's heart suddenly come alive.

"Get a handful! As long as you get a handful, you will have enough for this year!" Businessmen are driven to make profits. If they get 100% of the profits, they will take risks, and if they get 3% of the profits, they will risk their lives. Turun Ander is a typical businessman, and he illustrates this with his actions.

After being taken over by the Samor military, Turunand bribed the warehouse officer and secretly replaced the original high-quality cotton clothes with bad cotton clothes and shipped them back to Kyoto for sale. However, a grocer named Giljohn got involved and made this happen. It suddenly became complicated. The warehouse officer had already dealt with it, but the small grocer named Giljohn had already gone north. Can he find Giljohn? It is a matter of life and death for the Tulunander family.

"Have you found the person?" Turunande stood up from the armchair. The chill in his tone frightened the embarrassed mercenaries so much that their faces turned pale. This time, Lord Turunande came to Twelve Fortress in person, which was enough to show the seriousness of the matter.

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