Realm of Power

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The troops at Jiekou accounted for almost two-thirds of Tire's remaining army, and two squadrons were defeated. More than 1,500 people died in the battle, half of whom were killed by Samor's crossbows. Without the ice wall to block them, Dorok heavy infantry poured into the streets like a tide. The densely packed enemies at the street made the Tyrians cry out in despair

"Teton Talis is finished!" Tire general Mateus was covered in blood, holding a broken cross sword tightly in his hand. Below him were densely packed Doroks.

The last dozen Tyrch soldiers strangled them together according to the stairs. The narrow stairs became a battlefield of blood. The shields made a clanging sound when the dense spears hit each other. The splattered blood dyed Mateus' whole body red. .

He is in doom this time. Although the Tyrian guards are brave, there are too many enemies. Kill one of them. Two of them rushed forward and pushed away one or two spears. The third and fourth spears had already pierced the face.

Death is not terrible. When Mateus was officially appointed as the Garrison of McGarrens, he had already put life and death aside.

What Mateus is worried about now is the future of the Tire family. If only the Doroks are there, the Tire family may still have room to move around in the Tetontalis area. After all, the Doroks will not always be there. It’s better to stay and not leave. This is Wikiya, not Dorok. If the Doroks want to gain a foothold in Wikiya, the powerful mainland country Yin Erdian will definitely be the first to stand up and oppose it.

But the soldiers who just retreated claimed that there were Samors inside, and Mateus was shocked by the news. He leaned against the wall panting, hearing the shouts of soldiers fighting in his ears, but suddenly felt a clear mirror-like clarity in his heart, and an assumption based on the actual situation suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Samor people! They must be Samor people!" Mateus murmured with a look of despair. The strong city of Megarens should have fallen, otherwise there would not be so many troops behind him. Teton Talis fell again In the hands of the enemy, the entire Tier family's territory, half of it, had fallen unconsciously, and Tier Fort, the center of the family, knew nothing about this emergency.

Even Matthäus finds this situation unbelievable. The opponent can definitely go north to McEnt. To come to the famine-ridden Teton Talis? What's here? Besides hungry people or hungry people?

Mateus was still muttering and felt a bitterness at the corner of his mouth. He already knew the answer. He drove the hungry people to Tilburg and opened up the passage for the carriages. This was like killing two birds with one stone! The opposing commander is definitely a master of strategy. It was like having a pair of magical hands, and with a flick of his fingers, the Tyr family, which dominated the east, was pushed to the brink of destruction. This was once so similar, like the Dylans, like the Issa family, like the Noble Army, like

"The talons of the Samorian falcon never fail" This is the most popular proverb in Wikidia

Mateus let out a long sigh and remembered a poem that was widely circulated in the kingdom. The arrowheads are his eyes and the iron hooves are his footsteps.

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The only person who can have such a strategy and strength is the young king and god who likes to play raids most, Falcon Marquis Dustan in Wikiia.

Raid has always been his style, and every battle of his always starts with a raid! With the wind and rain come. Walking on the blood, as fierce as the storm, leaving his enemies nowhere to hide, this is the poem of the wandering poet, but now Mateus has a new understanding

Mateus, who has been fighting for many years, has to admire the ruthlessness of Fatty Samour's plan. He attacked McGarrens, sneak attack on Teton Talis, and drove the victims north; then he must move north to McEnt, exposing Tilburg to a flood of victims.

Matthäus is certain that the vicious and cunning Samor Eagle may be plotting against Tilburg now.

"Is this the end of the Tyr family that dominates the east?" Mateus looked sad and shook his head in frustration. There were dense footsteps on the stairs, and the last Tyrian guard arrived in a pool of blood. Dorok spearmen swarmed.

The sun in winter is very warm, and the guards opened a hole in the ceiling of the tent to allow sunlight to shine into the tent. The guards all know that Fatty likes to rest in the warm winter sun the most. A soft sound of footsteps sounded in the tent. There was a sound outside the tent, interspersed with the metallic sound of chain mail swinging.

"Captain Isa! The Governor is taking a lunch break!" A guard at the door reminded in a low voice. Isa Moriel, who had just returned from the front line, was covered in dust, and the mail armor on her body looked muddy.

"Well, I know!" Isa Moriel nodded with a pale face, opened the door of the fat man's tent and walked in. As the captain of the governor's guard, Isa Moriel does have the ability to enter the tent without informing him. Qualification, warm sunlight shines from the roof of the tent. Like light rain falling from the sky. The fat man was lying on the bearskin in the middle of the tent. His chubby face made him look like a good sleeping baby.

Isa Moriel quietly knelt down and sat tenderly next to the fat man. A strand of long silver hair hung down from her shoulders. On her body covered with sunlight, countless small gray dots rotated in the beam of light. Like a goddess’s little love hole

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" The female murderer who was frightening on the battlefield just now had a confused face at the moment. Bai Zhe's slender fingers gently stroked the fat man's black hair, and his voice was almost like a seductive moan.

"You won't kill me because your heart is in chaos!" The fat man said in a low voice as he turned over on the ground. In fact, Fatty had already woken up when Isa Moriel came in just now. With his keen senses, Fatty could feel that Isa Moriel's body was not squatting, but was trembling slightly. It seemed that she had encountered something. What a terrible thing. The stubborn Isa Moriel had been holding on until this point before relaxing her tense nerves.

"I almost died just now! The Tyrian catapult killed my horse, and two stone bullets passed by my ears. I thought I was dead at the time!" Isa Moriel seemed to be in a nightmare. , a low moan with uncontrollable crying,

An unspeakable palpitation lingered in her heart. After the crazy outburst just now, Isa Moriel's mind kept flashing back to her battered and bloody war horse. If she hadn't been able to dodge quickly at that time, the pile of rotten flesh would have been her.

The female murderer is also a human being. She was so close to death for the first time, and it was hard for her to calm down. When the Doroks occupied the streets, what she saw in the eyes of the Doroks was not worship but fear.

A kind of fear like facing snakes, scorpions and poisonous insects. She used to enjoy this kind of look. But now it disgusts her,

Killers are killed by others. After all, the strong female murderer is just a young girl. No matter how strong she is, she has her own spiritual bottom line. Now she just wanted to find a thick shoulder to lean on. She thought of Fatty first.

"There's nothing to feel inferior to!" The fat man sat up. With Isa Moriel leaning against his shoulder, a wisp of girlish fragrance drifted into the fat man's nose. The fat man stroked Isa Moriel's silver long hair in his hand, feeling the slightly trembling warmth in the crook of his hand. Warming up the body, the fat man could even feel his frightened heart beating wildly.

Looking at Isa Moriel who had been crying on his shoulder for almost an hour, the fat man with slightly sore shoulders secretly complained, why could this woman never stop crying? The fat man decided to tell a lie for the sake of the health and future of his shoulders.

"Do you still remember the arrow you shot at me on the bridge for the first time? I almost wet my pants in fear!" The fat man's voice was low, deliberately giving off a feeling of melancholic memories.

"Really?" The innocent female murderer was so deceived by the fat man's expression that she raised her pretty face with glistening teardrops from the fat man's shoulders and stared at the fat man with complicated eyes.

"There is a way! The fat man is secretly happy. Women really like this. Melancholy men always easily arouse women's sympathy.

"Of course, your arrowhead almost hit my ear!" The fat man saw Isa Moriel's doubtful face and quickly put on a vowed expression. "The reason why I don't kill you is because you are the first Someone who almost killed me.

"Pfft!" Isaac looked at the serious look on Fatty's face, burst into tears and laughed and cursed, "Damn Fatty, who are you lying to? You really think I don't know!" If it weren't for my beauty, you would have killed me! , where will they take me to Zhiva Cheze! "

"How could this happen! I'm an honest person!" The fat man looked embarrassed and hadn't finished his sentence yet. Isa Moriel had already stood up and gave the fat man a look of contempt.

"Be honest, be honest and give me a wife in Kyoto, a fiancée in Dylan, and a lover in Ziva Cheze! Just lie to me.

"I'm really

"The fat man looked embarrassed. He also wanted to make a few excuses.

"Only a ghost would believe you! Everyone in the entire Wikidia knows that Samor Falcon is a big pervert!" Isa Moriel has left the camp like a cheerful oriole,

"This is nothing!" The fat man was full of grievances. He was the only one who comforted others until tears burst into his eyes. He was the only good old man.

Two days later, Samor's Southern Army entered Tetontalis. The victims who had not yet left began to gather in an orderly manner and settled in more than a dozen villages and towns not far from the border with Wocheze, temporarily assisting Samor's army in building communications. On the roads of Wocheze, there is food available for everyone.

There were also some stubborn refugees who were severely punished by the Samor army after their persuasion failed, and most of them were willing to be put under management. A small number of leaders fled north, and the Tetontalis area was completely under the jurisdiction of the Samor Southern Military District.

Compared with the Samor and Dorok coalition forces that went south more smoothly, the Kujit and Shamandu coalition forces that went north to McEnt did not go so smoothly. They used more drastic methods to drive the victims to Tilburg, which resulted in aroused There were several major revolts by the victims. The coalition forces brutally suppressed the victims. The bodies of more than a thousand victims were hung on wooden racks on the roadside, and the entire McEnt was filled with bloodshed. , if you want to know what happened, please log in to Muscle , there are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading! concave said Hun Shan Xun Shu sun Qi Umbrella