Realm of Power

At noon, we returned to the camp with food and supplies. It was just after dawn, and the horses and horses were shining brightly on the frozen river. There was a crisp sound of "tap", and the splashing of broken ice was like small white flowers. Blooming on the frozen river,

The Satsuma Army camp is stationed next to a branch of the upper reaches of the Satsuma Ri River. The wide river has been frozen by the long-term severe cold. The entire ice surface is extremely thick. Horse hooves trample on it, leaving only a few white spots. The mist in the early morning It lingers on the ice of the river, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

Soldiers who got up early gathered in clusters here and there, using siege cones specially designed to destroy city gates to cut through the ice to get water. Some good-hearted soldiers made bets on who could spear fish in the ice, noisily. The noise broke the tranquility of the early morning. When they saw the fat man and the guards coming out of the thick fog, they stood up one after another.

"Come over here and push all the things back." The fat man waved his hand casually. From the loose clothes of the soldiers in front of him, the fat man knew that most of these were heavy logistics troops. The fat man asked the spoke heavy soldiers to wrap a layer on the wheels of the transport carriage. Anti-slip hide. With a creaking sound as it pressed against the thick ice, the long transport team passed directly across the frozen river and was pushed into the warehouse on the west side of the camp by the heavy soldiers.

"Everyone is tired after a long night, let's go down and have a rest!" The fat man waved to the guards behind him, turned his head and found that Dylan Skuse beside him was still full of excitement, and his eyes were looking around the military camp curiously. This made Fatty secretly sigh, "It's better to be young!" Fatty forgot that he was only a young man who was just over 10 years old. War was the best catalyst. He was used to seeing death and killing, and seeing too much conspiracy and conspiracy. betray. The fat man’s slightly immature and demented eyes were bloodshot,

Suddenly, two teams of Samorian light cavalry patrolling at night came in from the east gate of the camp. Their horse hooves passed through the camp gate with a whistling sound. The silver threaded steel mail armor on their bodies and the strange-shaped back crossbow behind them made Jilens Kusai look at it. Your eyes must be bright,

In order to hide their identities, the fat man and the guards did not carry crossbows or put on rebar mail. This was the first time Dylan Kusay saw the fully armed Samor light cavalry. The reputation of the first cavalry in the kingdom is known to everyone. As you know, the passion of young people is always easily ignited. Seeing these murderous troops, Dylan Skusey, who has been at sea all year round, couldn't help but feel excited, "Riding the vast continent is the ambition a man should have!"

"Sir!" The two teams of cavalry slowed down their horses in front of the fat man. They raised their left hands flat to their chests in salute. There was a sound of scales swinging from the mail on their bodies. A cavalry captain took the lead and reined in the horse.

"Sir, Lord Badeker's army has invaded the city of Issa after last night's fierce battle, and is now encircling and suppressing the remnants of the Tire family. Lord Badeker hopes that we can send people to participate in the encirclement and suppression. Isa Molly Captain Er asked us to come back and ask for your instructions."

"Delbacker proposed this on his own initiative? How many people are there in Tire's army? The fat man looked puzzled. Although Derbacker is an honest man, he is still as stubborn as iron in his bones.

This is a common problem among Dorok people, rigidity. Discipline, respect for honor, obedience to orders, and stubbornness flowing in the blood can all be seen in Badeker, an honest man.

It is simply impossible to give up your honor and apply to join the war. Even in the brutal strangulation battle like Bloomsburg, Badelk didn't even bite. Would he make such a decision on such a small battlefield? "It must be Isa Moriel who has itchy hands." The fat man looked strange and muttered secretly. This woman is really a wild horse, no wonder Backstab wants to train her as a killer, violence and killing are simply her talents."

The cavalry captain responded quickly, "There are about 3,000 people, all of whom are trapped in the eastern area of ​​​​Essa City. It is the aristocratic area of ​​​​the city. Because of the riots, many nobles chose to flee. Now they are tall and complex aristocratic residences. The Tyrian army demolished two large mansions and used stones thrown from a height to Block stubbornly guarded the entrance to the street, which troubled Lord Badeker. Captain Isa Moriel believed that the Tyrians were going crazy before their death. As long as our elite Samor crossbowmen joined the battle, they would be able to easily Defeating them will also allow the Dorok people to see the strength of our Samor."

"What nonsense!" The fat man cursed in a low voice. "It is taboo on the battlefield to intervene in the attack of the Doroks without authorization. The Doroks will think that this is a grab for battle glory." The fat man wanted to refuse. He hesitated for a while, then waved his hand to Lisaste, "Take Kusai and a squadron of crossbowmen. Remember, you must not participate in the battle before the Dorok people make a request!"

At the east end of the city of Ossa, the incomplete mansion was filled with thick smoke, and broken stones were piled at the intersections of the streets, with expensive white marble interspersed inside. The petals with beautiful spots were the favorite statues of nobles to decorate their courtyards. Now they are like a pile of discarded debris.

"Rush! Rush over." Another centurion of Dorok heavy shield infantry climbed up the ice wall with difficulty. They used the shields in their hands to hit the ice hard, trying to carve out a hole in the slippery wall that they could step on. Several days later, the mustard umbrellas were smashed from the street high up with a whistling sound. The shield soldiers were booed in front of them. The Tyrians who were defending on the ice wall rolled the huge stones down the ice, leaving the Dorok shield soldiers below to lie down.

"Shoot!" Sergeant Dorok waved his hands and shouted, and there was a muffled sound of a bowstring behind him. More than 500 Dorok archers released their grip on arrow feathers, and dense arrowheads shot high into the sky.

Several Tyrian trebuchet men were pierced through the chests by arrowheads falling from the air. The nearby Tyrian shieldmen immediately formed a dense shield wall, and the arrowheads that fell like raindrops were bounced off by the shields.

The narrow street entrance was enough to swallow up two of Badeker's centurions. The Tire soldiers piled all the debris and rubble from the mansion here. Taking advantage of the cold night, they poured water on it, and the debris was mixed with the corpses to build the structure. It formed a tall and thick wall of ice, and the narrow street became the focus of fighting between the two sides.

Tyrian archers and trebuchets formed a flesh-eating sniper line based on the towering mansions on both sides. Stones mixed with arrowheads fell from high places, causing the Dorok people who lacked long-range troops to suffer a lot.

The blood was frozen into red ice by the cold night. It clings to the surrounding stones with a strange beauty. After a night of fierce fighting, both sides are exhausted and can only stop attacking first. The whole army rests

"My lord, the soldiers are very tired. Without enough archer cover, we simply can't get through the ice wall." Sergeant Dorok's face was covered in blood. He was helped down from the front by soldiers, and his right shoulder was broken by a stone. Revealing the white bones. Only about thirty of his centurions had just returned. The intense pain and massive blood loss made his face pale. The Dorok people's iron-blooded will made him try to stand up straight and salute.

"No need! Help him down for treatment." Decker waved his hand with regret. These Dorok sergeants leading the army are the elites of the Dorok army. They must be veterans who have participated in at least five battles. They are the backbone of the Dorok Army. Every loss of one is an irreparable loss.

"Otherwise, let's ask for help from the Samors!" A Dorok lord hesitated. "It's not worth losing our soldiers to such a broken street. Everyone has to go home. Do we want them to be handicapped?" Go back with your feet? Anyway, we are helping them fight the Samor people, so it is appropriate for them to do something to clean up the situation."

Badeker made no gnawing sound, and his expression changed complicatedly several times, and he saw that Badeker made no gnawing sound. The Lord Dorok waved his hand to the messenger behind him.

Soon, Isa Moriel and a group of Samor light cavalry appeared at the intersection, followed by thousands of Samor sniper crossbowmen brought by Lisaste. This weird weapon attracted the attention of the Dorok people. Everyone has heard that the Samors used this to defeat the brave Kugit horse archers, but this is the first time they have actually seen it used.

"How many people are there on the other side?" The coveted Isa Moriel appeared on the battlefield, still wearing the battle bow knight armor. The two-meter silver battle bow behind her attracted the attention of many Dorok people.

"Issa Moriel, Goddess of Horror". When they learned that this woman was the goddess of terror who shot the Tyrian garrison in Megarens and almost collapsed, the Dorok people lowered their heads strangely. The legend about this woman was too terrifying. Dorok who went to collect the body at that time People are so impressed by this woman, a "female murderer" who likes to pin people to the wall, and only the Vekia Falcon can stand it.

"Hello, I am the commander of Rollins Squadron." A Sergeant Dorok was exhausted and covered with dust and mud from the corner. He staggered out of the pile of resting soldiers nearby and said to him with a serious face. Isa Moriel gave a military salute, and the order for the Samor army to assist in the attack had been issued. As a frontline commander, he did not expect that the Samor people would send a woman, and said with a strange expression

"There are still about 3,000 people, including more than a thousand archers and a dozen medium-sized trebuchets controlling the street entrance! Two squadrons of light infantry are defending the ice wall, and there should be a squadron of rear-guard troops.

Team. Sergeant Dorok paused with an ugly face. "The enemy commander is an experienced man. They removed a large number of huge stones from the surrounding houses! As soon as we approached the ice wall, they would roll down the stones from above. We There are quite a few Brothers are trapped below! We don't have enough archers to suppress the arrows and trebuchets coming from both sides. You know, we can only choose to charge desperately when facing the stones and arrows, but the ice wall is too big. It’s so thick and smooth that we can’t climb up at all.”

"Well, that's not a problem." Isaac Moriel disagreed with Sergeant Dorok's reminder. When it came to long-range attack power, the Samor Army had an absolute advantage.

"Hey! Brothers, please raise the curtain! Those Dorok fools are here again!" A Tyrian archer poked his head out from the collapsed wall on the third floor of the tall mansion, with a bit of disdain in his eyes. The thick ice wall was of the death of these Doroks. A group of black light-armored infantry was approaching.