Realm of Power

The morning light shines from the edge of the snow-white earth, gradually illuminating the earth's rivers, mountains, plains and lush forests, as if it has been washed again, with a chilly light transmitting from the clouds, and a milky white mist is shining on it. breeze The cold wind from the north gradually rose from the ground. After being blocked by the Yanzhou mountains and passing through the Daizhou line, the cold wind reaching the outskirts of the Imperial Capital was much less. The clear sky was unobstructed, and the sky and the earth were visible. A front-line scene,

If it was during the heyday of the Zhongbia Empire, the main road on the Western Continent of the Imperial Capital, one of the gateways to the Imperial Capital, would have been bustling with traffic, and there would have been an endless stream of horse-drawn carriages from all over the country that contributed to the wealthy families of the Imperial Capital. And now, after passing The two marches of the prairie people to the south were originally The once prosperous Imperial Capital Plain has become dilapidated. There are nothing on the roads covered with grass. Bones are not uncommon in the forest next to them. There are traces of being tied up on the trunks of many trees along the way. This is the response of the prairie people to those who dare to resist. The Biya people punished those left behind,

The entry of the prairie nobles into the Central Asian region has caused obvious damage to the economy of the entire region. Even the Yelu family, which led the southward movement, was unable to stop the prairie nobles from wantonly plundering. The prairie people's machetes were never soft on resistance. However, it took bloodbaths one after another to smooth out the resistance will of the Chinese people. The Yelu family went south and climbed over the mountains of Yanzhou in the ice and snow. In addition to the numerous injuries to the tribesmen on the way, more than 30,000 grassland soldiers were killed in the arduous battle in Nanxi. In the end, even the corpses were beaten. It took a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​blood to pry open the door to the Western Continent of the Imperial Capital, and only then did the Yelu family gain a strategic victory in entering the Imperial Capital.

The Yelu family attaches great importance to this land that is stained with the blood of the grassland people. The tribe that can sit on the Imperial Capital West Road is naturally a tribe that the Yelu family trusts very much. However, a tribal change ten days ago made the Imperial Capital West Road suddenly become the Yelu family's. The focus of internal struggle,

At this moment, the snow was still thick in the mountain road, and the horses' hooves rumbled up white snow dust. A group of more than a hundred prairie cavalry climbed up the slope in front. A young man in the lead raised his hand, and the horse team stopped neatly.

Mongolia swept his eyes across the Dijing West Road that was like an arc heading north, and took a deep breath. From now on, the Dijing West Road will be the sphere of influence of the Fengtai tribe. This time, he killed the most trusted member of the Yelu family in one fell swoop. Ural, the chief of the Katiba tribe, was not only It weakened the strength of the Yelu family, and even opened the door to the imperial capital in one breath, exposing the core of the Central Bibia region to the hooves of the Fengtai tribe's cavalry. I believe that soon, the Fengtai tribe will follow the footsteps of the emperor The state's front-line troops will begin to enter Dijing West Road

"Everyone, let's take a rest!" Mongolia waved his hand. He dismounted and leaned against a rock to find a water bag and took a sip of liquor that was as cold as ice. Then he let out a heavy breath and saw Mongolia dismounted. The short and sturdy Fengtai tribe knights also dismounted and gathered around.

"Young Patriarch, this time when we go back, let's lead the army southward!"

"Yes! Even the Katiba tribe is on our side now. If we are willing, we can rush directly to the Imperial Capital City. I think that when the Royal Court went south, it was also to attack the Imperial Capital. The person who died was really... ...There are dead people on the left and right, and their survival depends on luck. These Zhongbia people also died one after another on the walls of the Imperial City. They were not defeated in the end, but now they are replaced by the Yelu family. It’s not that easy to fight anymore!”

"What nonsense are you talking about? Zhongbia people have always been known for their ability to defend the city. It is normal for them to be difficult to fight. The Yelu family is said to be from the grassland. When have you ever seen a grassland people who are good at defending a city?"

"It's hard to say. The Yelu family's Baihe army has been in the limelight in the past two years! Although the Yelu family was defeated miserably in Yanzhou, the Baihe army is still in full strength. If they defend the imperial capital, they may not be so easy to capture. of"

"Although the Baihe pro-army is strong, in terms of field operations, if placed on the walls of the Imperial City, they are probably not as good as heavy infantry. Moreover, it is said that the Yelu family has become extremely rich in the past two years, and most of the generals under their command have been filled. , has long ceased to be as desperate as it was when we went south, and now that all the ministries have separated from the Yelu family, people are so frightened that they may not even dare to risk their lives."

Mongolia took a rest and listened to the cavalrymen under his command becoming more and more miserable. He couldn't help but sternly said: "What a bunch of people who can't live a good life. They came from the bitter cold grassland. After staying in Central Asia for two years, they forgot about it." I understand how embarrassed I was at the beginning. As a soldier, isn’t it just for fighting? Do you live by fighting? As soon as I left the grassland, I couldn’t let it go. I thought about the thousands of years of rules of the grassland people. If you want something, you have to fight for it with your own life. Only in this way can you be considered a real grassland man. Do you still want to die in bed like the cowardly Central Asians?”

"The young patriarch is right. Instead of cowardly dying in bed, it is better to have a hearty battle."

Hearing Mongolian Luo's voice, the Fengtai cavalrymen were shocked, and their expressions were gone. Prairie people are born warriors. The bitter cold environment on the grassland determines that from the moment they are born, they are fighting against the sky. , fighting the enemy, talking about tenacity and resistance to war, against Indifferent to life and death, the grassland people are definitely the best in this era. Seeing the rising fighting spirit of his subordinates, Mongolia put his sheepskin wine bag back into the saddle bag, suddenly stopped and touched his cheek. A few snow powders that have just fallen down are clinging to them,

It's snowing again!

Snow on the grassland means the horn of migration, but on this warm Imperial West Road, snow is just for viewing. The gap between the two is so huge. Mongolia's eyes shined, and he climbed onto his horse with a stern expression. , now he needs to rush back to Daizhou as soon as possible and report what happened on Dijing West Road to his father, Fengtai The clan leader of the tribe, he believes that the next time he sets foot on the land of Dijing West Road, there will not be only these hundreds of cavalry, but the overwhelming sound of horse hooves from the Fengtai tribe, which is the horn sound of the Golden Family's new conquest from all directions." Kurui , are you lying to me, are you sure that the Yelu family's caravan will really pass through here? "

In another area on Dijing West Road, Wusugu, the newly appointed chief of the Katiba Tribe, stood on a war horse, looking at the main road in front of him with bright eyes, his face that lacked blood color became more blue, and his voice was dry. Hu Hua asked a grassland businessman next to him.

"Master Patriarch, how dare I deceive you? I have done business with the Yelu family caravan more than once or twice. How could I have mistaken their transportation route?" A grassland businessman wearing a thick toga said in a flattering manner. Said, "And this time I have inquired clearly. The goods transported are the finest weapons and equipment forged by the empire's craftsmen. The infantry armor alone is said to be more than 3,000 pairs."

"Three thousand pairs!"

Wusugu's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but grin. Three thousand pairs of armors were definitely not a small number for a tribe. You must know that even the current grassland tribe, except for a few big ones occupying a large area of ​​land, In addition to the tribe, other tribes are also in short supply of combat equipment. Although the Zhongbia region is rich enough, combat equipment and armor are not something that ordinary Zhongbia people can produce, but are within the scope of craftsmen.

The problem is that most of the Central and African craftsmen have fled south, and there are only so many left. The various favorable conditions offered by the major ministries to compete for them are not enough, not to mention that the Katiba tribe is not a major ministry, with three thousand mates. The sophisticated armor made by the empire is enough to give the Katiba tribe an additional 3,000 elite cavalry, which is definitely a big step forward in terms of strength. What's more, at such a critical moment, with the Fengtai tribe rising and the Yelu family shaking, even Wusugu can clearly feel that a huge storm is coming. Who can control more power before this storm? Undoubtedly, he will get more benefits and status in this future reshuffle, and it is hard to say whether he will even become a real major because of this.

Under such circumstances, Wusugu, who was eager to establish his prestige as a new clan leader, was naturally overjoyed when he heard that three thousand imperial armors were about to enter the Imperial Capital from the West Road of the Imperial Capital. He really came to whatever he wanted, even though he knew that this was tantamount to He stabbed the Yelu family in the back, and now they are in desperate need of restoring their power. After all, they have already agreed to an alliance with the Fengtai tribe, so it doesn't matter if they offend the Yelu family. I am not the stubborn old man from Ural. What's going on? I am still thinking about my old relationship with Yelu Hongtai and refuse to rely on him. When he arrived at the Fengtai camp, he was shot dead by Mongolia's eagle arrow at the banquet.

As the younger brother of the former clan leader, he is under great pressure and has always been the target of suppression. Even in some grassland tribes, there is a tradition of killing such brothers in order to allow the successors to inherit safely. This time Mongolia quietly came to him. , asking him to tamper with the seats at the banquet, Wusugu agreed without hesitation. You are old enough, and your health is getting worse recently. The new heir is Ural's son. Once Ural dies, who knows whether he will be killed. Kill Ural and seize the inheritance rights. It seems to be the only way to survive at present, not to mention that Mongolia also took out a joint letter signed by several important nobles in the tribe. As long as Wusugu kills Ural, they will jointly elect Wusugu to become the clan leader of the tribe.

How could Wusugu not be moved? He deliberately nailed a metal piece to the right armrest of the Ural chair. Under normal circumstances, it would be fine. The problem was that the lights were brightly lit during the banquet, especially the three-meter-high light in front of the banquet chair. big bonfire, metal iron The reflected luster of the film can be seen even two to three hundred meters away. It is precisely with this mark that Mongolia's eagle-piercing arrow only needs to be slightly raised to aim at the chest and abdomen next to the handrail. Who on the grassland does not You know, the aquiline hook at the front of Mongolia's eagle arrow , once it is injected into the body, the front end will immediately pop open like a cross. This kind of embedded arrow cannot be taken out, unless the flesh is dug out. Ural is old, how can he withstand such a toss, as expected. It hurt like hell, and a few moments later The nobles of the tribes jointly elected Wusugu to succeed the patriarch. Ural's son happened to be sent to other tribes for marriage the day before, so even the nobles who wanted to elect Ural's son could only watch Wusugu become the patriarch. location!

When Wusugu ascended to the position of tribal leader, the first thing he did was to send people to intercept and kill Ural's son.

"Lord Patriarch, here we come!"

Just as Wusugu was looking around, the scouts from the front began to return. Ten minutes later, a long team of horse-drawn carriages appeared on the main road of Dijing West Road below. The number of these horse-drawn carriages numbered hundreds. , the cavalry accompanying the escort were holding the flag of the Yelu family, and their number was not very large. There were only about three or four hundred of them, driving thousands of Zambian slaves closely beside the carriage. The large group of people and horses were like a giant dragon slowly marching towards the direction of the Imperial Capital Plain, kicking up large amounts of snow dust, thinking of three thousand The Vice-Empire's sophisticated armor is on top, Wusugu's eyes are shining and his mouth is sneering.

"These people from the Yelu family probably think that the Imperial Capital West Road is the original Imperial Capital West Road!" Wusugu raised his hand, and the 10,000 cavalrymen of the Katiba tribe behind him got on their horses in order. Wusugu looked ferocious. , pulled out his scimitar and said loudly, "Warriors of the Katiba tribe, have you seen the caravan in front of you? Go ahead and use your scimitars to seize everything you want!"

"Charge!"

Following the order, Katiba's cavalry looked down from the slope like a huge fan. They skillfully launched their best fan-shaped attack. The flat ground on Dijing West Road gave them the convenience to launch quickly. , the sound of strong and powerful horse hooves soon resounded across the earth, and tens of thousands of grasslands rushed into formation, like an arc of cold light hundreds of meters long, approaching the convoy.

Wusugu sneered at the corner of his mouth, how could he take this caravan with only a few hundred Yelu family cavalry in his eyes? This time he brought a full 10,000 Katiba troop cavalry. Even ten to one is enough, or even just one. It only takes one charge to scare the opponent out of fear. Wusugu can already imagine these things. When the Lu family's cavalry guards saw the cavalry from the Katiba tribe swarming in like a tide, they would run away like a frightened deer, but the situation in front of him suddenly made his smile freeze on his face. I don't know when, The long convoy below has all stopped.

"Yeah!" A black line pierced the sky, like a swarm of locusts on the horizon rising from the direction of the convoy. It was countless arrow clusters, like a heavy rain of arrow clusters, which shocked everyone's emotions. Mind, the large number is like a metal waterfall flying over an arc of hundreds of meters. The line slammed into the charging cavalry of the Katiba tribe. Puff puff, the charging cavalry of the Katiba tribe seemed to hit the wall. The men and horses rolled heavily to the ground, rolling up the ground. The dust overturned the other cavalry in the range, causing a splash of terrifying bright red.

"What is that!" Wusugu's eyes were about to burst open. He saw that many carriages had opened their roofs, revealing rows of huge crossbow-like things. Some things were as square as Weapons like honeycombs, those arrow clusters just now were sent out from these honeycombs, and the other part made Su Gusu even more After a chill, they were simply enlarged bows. Hundreds of cold lights as fast as thunder fell. After the rain of arrows fell, they were shot out from these huge crossbows and penetrated directly into the Katiba cavalry in a straight line. In the queue, it was like an iron plow pulled by a farmer, directly piercing through more than a dozen people and horses, and the broken meat and body parts were thrown like raindrops.

"Imperial ballista!" At this moment, even though Wusugu was ignorant, he still recognized what this ultra-violent weapon was. Suddenly, a wave of cold air rushed to his head, and he almost fell off his horse. The famous Lang Ruijun, He was killed by this thing. He almost cried. He was fighting the Yelu family's convoy, but why did he encounter an imperial ballista! How could a middle-class tribe of mine encounter such high-standard treatment? (To be continued.)