Realm of Power

Shan Wu sincerely thanked him for his vote and thanked him for his hard work. Black clouds piled up in the sky, and the dry and cold air stung his nose. It was like a hook hanging deep in his nose. Every time he breathed, there was a dull sound. Exhaling, a thin layer of white ice accumulated on the ground.

A group of black-armored light cavalry advanced silently in the night. Apart from the crisp sound of horse hooves, there was only the whistling of the night wind. No one spoke.

There was this weird stench in the air, and there was a row of crosses standing next to the dead trees on the roadside, with a row of white objects hanging on them. Very conspicuous in the dark night,

"It's really terrible! What have these Tyrians done!" Hu Keqili looked at these weird and terrifying white figures, twitching his nose with extreme dissatisfaction,

Swordsmen always pay attention to details. The eyes of Hu Keqili, who has the strength of a top swordsman, are still sharp at night. Those white objects are obviously stiff and pale corpses, hung on crosses cruelly, with tattered and old clothes. , head lowered,

The eyes of some corpses were eaten by foraging birds, leaving only two black eye sockets. Some necks had broken collarbones because of the rope, making them more than twice as long as normal people, just like the long-necked geese hung by the cook. , the wind blew past these corpses, and the corpses swayed like kites, making strange creaking sounds, as if they were trying to break the rope hanging around their necks.

This weird and terrifying sight made even the bold Hu Keqili feel terrified in his heart.

Along the way, on this journey of more than ten years. Hu Keqili has seen several such settings.

There were even hundreds of corpses in one area, many of them old people and children. At first, Hu Keqili asked the guards to put the corpses down, but then he gave up.

"Too many. If we do this, we won't have to rush tonight." Hu Keqili muttered to himself. Counting all the way, there were more than 200 mummies swaying along the road. This section of the road was really long.

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"How far is Motu Qilin?" Hu Keqi pulled out his horse and asked the scouts leading the way. In my ears I can hear the sound of mountain forests swaying in the night wind. This is the border between Teton Talis and McEntire. The stretching Budames Mountains form a natural cross here.

To the north is McEnt, the traditional territory of the Tyr family, and to the south is the once-fertile Teton Tallis Plains. To the west is the McGarrens Cliffs, to the east is the Djalpo Plain, and in the middle of the Aokou Canyon is the Motuqilin Fortress. "After passing the mountain col in front is Motu Qilin!" The scout looked gloomy and pointed to a slope not far away, where a valley could be vaguely seen. A two-story steeple-shaped building stood in it, with low walls like A circle surrounds it in the middle,

This scout who led the way was once a down-and-out little nobleman from the nearby town of Motuqilin. Under the call of the southern gold rush, he left Motuqilin and came to Zhivadin. There are many such people in the Samor army. In particular, the soldiers of the Samor Southern Army were mostly farmers and bankrupt nobles from southern counties.

Fatty's principle for setting up the Northern and Southern Legions is to use northern refugees to form the Northern Legion, which is more enterprising, and to use southerners with strong local ideas to form the Southern Legion, which has average combat effectiveness but a strong will. This division is more conducive to the cohesion of the army. and the will to fight,

The difference between fighting for your lord and fighting for your relatives in your hometown is not the slightest. "Fight back home!" This is what the Northern Army likes to say most.

"Are you okay? My hometown, Motu Qilin?" Looking at his hometown under the night, the scout felt anxious. The scene on the road gave him an ominous premonition. This time there was a heavy snow disaster.

Because the Wocheze route was opened, the southward coalition forces were divided into two routes. Badeker's army of more than 20,000 Rock entered McGarrens first and then turned to McEnt along the route of the northward coalition forces. Fatty led the army along the winding and difficult route. The Budames Mountains reach straight into McKent. Like two iron pincers closing in on McEnt

Fat Man's military strength has changed. Thousands of Samor light cavalry who are resting in the south have been integrated into Fat Man's main army. The Southern Army's most elite Second Flag Regiment is also marching westward from the Jerbo area to McEnt. Fat Man leads the expeditionary force. Entering the Budames Mountains and heading north, Motuqilin in the awkward center became the most important node for the Samor army to join McEnt this time.

According to the intelligence from the scouts, a brigade of the Tyr family was stationed in Motu Qilin. Hu Keqili's mission was to attack Motu Qilin at night and open a smooth path for the Samor army.

Hu Keqili gently comforted the anxious horse on his crotch, such a night, so quiet. It reminded him of the surprise battle of the Northern Noble Army,

That time, Samor's 60,000-strong army was like a destructive force. It destroyed five fortresses in one day and one night, and completely wiped out the noble army on the mountain road. It once again proved the strength of the kingdom's most powerful army.

It's a pity that in the final pursuit battle, Hu Keqi was only responsible for luring the retinue of cavalry and missed the decisive battle on the mountain road. This has always made Hu Ke Qi Ke worried. Now his opportunity

"Tonight, I will write my legend!" Hu Keqili's left hand held the horse's rein tightly, and his right hand held the mysterious patterned handle of the sword. A kind of blood boiled in his heart.

"Order the entire army to prepare." With a serious face, Hu Keqili ordered the Samor light cavalry behind him. In the quiet night, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Then the surroundings fell silent, and the sharp swords emitted a cold light in the dark night, like a layer of phosphorescence on the water. The light cavalry's facial armor had been put down, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.

"The first team entered Motuqilin from the east side! The second team destroyed the bayonet from the west side, and the third team followed

Come"

Hu Keqili whispered to the two squadron captains beside him, "Swipe!" Hu Keqili firmly pulled out the sharp sword with his right hand, pointed at the fortress in the distance and shouted, "Everyone! Let our sword open the smooth road to victory!" "

The wind whistled by his ears, and Hu Keqili lay on the horse's back, his curved back closely touching the leaping back of the war horse, in the cold night fog. A thousand Samorian light cavalry rushed towards the Aokou Fortress like demons haunting the night. A row of wooden cabinet rails quickly appeared at the pass in front, and piles of white tents were distributed on both sides.

"That's wrong!" Hu Keqili's expression changed slightly. There are three camps in front of us, with hundreds of roofs. They are so densely packed that they turn into the corner of the canyon in front. It is impossible to see the end. It is obvious that there is more than one brigade, and there is at least one flag regiment.

"Damn, we caught a big one this time!" Hu Keqili cursed angrily in his heart. It was obvious that the scouts got the information wrong, or the Tyrians had increased their troops again. The camp in front of them was very dark, with only a few A few patrols were walking around the fence. The rumble of horse hooves sounded in the night like bursts of dull winter thunder. This strange noise made the guards at the camp gate bewildered and they all looked around.

"All troops attack!" The situation was urgent and it was too late to retreat. Hu Keqili shouted, and the war horse, carrying a whirlwind, leapt up on all four hooves and leaped over the low fence at the canyon pass.

"Bump." The galloping horse knocked a guard to the ground, and Hu Keqili knocked over another guard with a knife. "Pull out the fence." Hu Keqili shouted to the light cavalry behind him, flashing the sword in his hand. . Cutting off several thick ropes binding the fence and the pass, "Boom!" "There was a crisp sound from the outer cabinet railing,

A series of hooks were thrown from the hands of the Samor light cavalry that passed quickly, with a loud bang and sawdust flying. A dozen crossbars were withdrawn by powerful force, and the wooden fence was cut into several pieces by dozens of galloping horses. , the Samorian light cavalry that followed followed like a tide, their horses' hooves flew, and the tents were removed by the hooks of the war horses. The Samorian light cavalry behind them stepped directly over the enemy who was still resting.

The patrol team in the camp was obviously frightened. They didn't even sound the alarm. They shouted like ducks being driven away. Flee in all directions

"Light the fire! Light the fire! Burn these bastards to death!" Hu Keqili didn't expect it to go so smoothly. He shouted excitedly, took out a hook from the weapon slot of the horse's saddle, and threw it into the illuminated boat beside the tent. brazier,

"Bang. The brazier was dragged to the ground by the galloping horses, and the flying flames quickly ignited the surrounding tents.

The other light cavalry pulled down the brazier like Hu Keqili did.

The mountain wind burst out, and the passes between the canyons became the wind vents. The flames roared up, and the entire camp was like a lit torch, burning into a sea of ​​​​fire.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!" The Tyrian soldiers who were sleeping in the camp were like ants that had been turned over in their nest. He ran out of the tent in a flurry, only to be met by Hu Keqili who was eager to kill him. He was quickly overwhelmed by the Samorian light cavalry that rushed past.

The rumble of horse hoofs resounded across the ground, and another group of light cavalry rushed in from the right, stepping over the scattered troops like a hurricane. The swords fell and blood splattered everywhere, leaving corpses on the ground.

"Kill! Rush around the corner! Don't let them get away." Hu Keqili cut down an enemy blocking the road, and found that most of the defeated troops poured into the corner in front. Hu Keqili shouted to a squadron of light cavalry who came to respond.

"Damn, what the hell! Who are these people?" Hu Keqili reined in his horse at the corner of the canyon. The excitement in his heart calmed down. Hu Keqili knew that as an army commander, a calm mind is far more important than a killing sword. He didn't see it clearly outside just now. Now he rushed into the gorge. The scene in front of him made Hu Keqili Keqi was so strong that he took a breath of air-conditioning.

In the blazing fire, enemies scurrying like a pack of rats almost filled the entire canyon. They were densely packed with black heads, a total of 20,000 to 30,000 people. They were trampling on each other in panic and panic. There were burning tents everywhere, and the whole canyon looked like one. big oven

"Oh my god". Hu Ke Qili shuddered. This was not a flag regiment, but a legion. He had raided a legion. This sudden discovery made Hu Ke Qili feel dizzy.