Realm of Power

"Slowly, you can feel the fresh and delicious char soup in your mouth, and then slide it down along the old and side buds. The fat man forked a piece of hot char rabbit meat with his right hand and stuffed it into his mouth. "In this severe cold, you can eat it. Don't you think it's a rare enjoyment to have such a unique and delicious soup?" He talked about the concept of happiness in a vague way.

With an expression of happiness and enjoyment on his face, Isa Moriel frowned across from him. The fat guy was so disgusting. He had eaten half a month of fish soup, and even his words smelled like fish. ,

The hundreds of thousands of tons of frozen fish shipped from the south are now the food of the coalition forces. Although they have been specially frozen, the unpleasant fishy smell caused by long-term storage has penetrated into the fish meat, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. The smell of horse meat is almost the same

Isa Moriel, who always eats exquisite food, couldn't stand it anymore after eating fish soup for three days. He simply went to the wild to hunt game to improve his food, but every time he sent it to the kitchen, Fatty secretly took half of it. After knowing the truth, Isa Moriel finally went berserk.

"I'm so tired of robbing my wife!" At that time, the silver moon bowstring in Isa Moriel's hand was pressed against the fat man's two-jointed chin. The tight bowstring was no worse than a sharp dagger.

"Don't! Can't I exchange something for it? I eat fish every day and it makes me smell fishy! How embarrassing!" The fat man blinked, with an apologetic smile on his face, and promised to return some of the furniture and small fields that he had robbed from the Issa family. , which allowed Isa Moriel to calm down her anger a little, otherwise Isa Moriel, who had a bad temper, almost used the silver moon bow to attack this fat mouse who only took advantage of him.

"It's good to eat some. Look at those poor refugees. Not to mention the fish, even the mice have eaten them all." The fat man shamelessly put down the rabbit leg in his hand, picked up the negotiation book sent by the staff in his left hand, and looked carefully. took a look

This winter has been really busy for Fatty. From arranging and mobilizing disaster relief supplies to conquering Dylans, and then killing Ben Ruidian non-stop, the current negotiation was actually a rare rest period for the fat man. The troublesome Tire negotiation team was handed over to the Samour staff to deal with it. Those staff officers were better at these mincing words. The fat man just watched the progress of the negotiations every day and basked in the sun outside. According to the fat man's words, " It’s time to gain weight!”

"Very good! Let the staff and the idiots of the Tire family slowly grind it out!" The fat man put down the negotiation book, turned to Hu Keqili who was standing behind him and asked, "How long will it take for Caesar Sauron's Northern Army to arrive?" , now eight days have passed, and there are still two days until the last day.

Hu Keqili quickly responded, "You shouldn't worry about this. The warm sunshine for several consecutive days has softened the hard and smooth frozen soil. It only takes the infantry regiment from Djerpo to here in 4 days at most. I believe it will be today and tomorrow." Two days.

What Hu Keqili said was right. In the afternoon, Caesar Sauron, who led the Northern Army, walked into the camp of the Samor Army. The fat man came out to greet him happily. Four Northern Army troops came this time after finishing their rest. The main battle was The Flag Regiment secretly took over the 20,000 Vedic Army stationed in the city of Gio in the east of Tire. The Second Flag Regiment of the Southern Army, which was making a big fuss on the border, almost attracted most of the attention of Fort Tire. The Tire people did not know that it had already happened. 20,000 Samorian Northern troops entered Tilburg

The reason why Fatty wanted to stall for time with the Tyrians was, firstly, to wait for the main force of the Northern Army, and secondly, to wait for the special troops that came with the Northern Army this time, the only formally organized Thor Flag Regiment in Samor.

The 8th Special Flag Regiment of the Legion Headquarters is headed by Lida Hill, the director of the Samor Military Industrial Institute. It is equipped with thirty special-purpose attack heavy-duty thunder gods and small-scale naval sight-type thunder gods for attacking castles. Counting the 3,000 equipped The name is spear auxiliary soldiers and thousands of heavy troops. This brigade has a total of 7,000 people. The number of flag regiments even exceeds some of the main flag regiments, and it belongs to the Zhivadin Corps headquarters.

The Thunder God is the largest Thor cannon that the Samor Military Academy can build. It is 5 meters long and weighs 1,300 kilograms. It requires four horses to carry it. It has a range of 3 meters and can be loaded with high-explosive weapons. A heavy-duty projectile with a diameter of more than 10 centimeters, each door is equipped with manned soldiers to operate.

As the maker of these amazing weapons. Lidasil strongly insisted on seeing the performance of these babies with his own eyes as a basis for future research. The fat man thought about it, it would be good to have this old man accompanying him. If something went wrong, it would be nice to have a current cultivator. Fatty could give him the position of flag leader at will. In fact, Fatty wanted to be the flag leader himself. Such a powerful force must naturally be controlled by oneself

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The ancestor of the Tire family was an excellent siege warrior. In order to build the castle where he lived, this perverted siege warrior took the defense to the extreme. In addition to the strong main fort, three large auxiliary forts were also built in three weak directions of the main fort. It is like a protective cover that surrounds the main castle in the middle, and is connected with each other by three suspended stone paths. It looks like three, but is actually one.

Three of the auxiliary forts are almost three giant arrow towers, which can station nearly a thousand archers. The entire city wall is like a large towering cylinder. There are shooting openings from multiple angles. In addition to shooting holes, there are also shooting holes. They are densely packed like a hornet's nest, with three floors and more than 20 meters high. If you want to enter the auxiliary fort, the only way is to connect the narrow road to the main fort. stone path,

According to the latest intelligence, Tilnarant of Tilburg used this period of negotiations to recruit nearly 20,000 peasant soldiers from the refugees, ranging from ten-year-old babies to sixty-year-old men, all of whom were armed. In addition to the defeated army that fled back from the mountainous area, a huge garrison of nearly 40,000 people was dragged out.

In order to defend against Samor's famous cavalry raids in Wikia, the Tyrians also deployed nearly ten people of scouts to closely monitor the ten-mile radius of Tilburg. Seven rabbits approached Tilburg, with at least Ten pairs of eyes were staring at it. It was a pity that the Tire family had forgotten that in the face of absolute strength, any tricks were meaningless. This time the fat man assembled the Second Flag Regiment of the Southern Army. There are four flag regiments of the Northern Army and three flag regiments of the headquarters, with a total strength of more than 45,000 people. This time Fatty is not going to play a surprise attack. There are thirty siege guns and one hundred and thirty Thors. Fatty must be upright. of Tyr's tortoise shell with the iron fist of Samur

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The cold moon is setting in the east, and the sky is showing a trace of fish white. The water mist is blowing on the face with the cold night wind. The thin poplar trees are rustling in the wind. The morning is thick, as if darkness is rising from every corner of the earth with the mist. , flowing between mountains and forests like water. The vast fields sleep in silence.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and a frost-covered weed was trampled into pieces by the horse's hooves. The rumble of the horse's hooves broke the tranquility of the earth. Groups of black-armored cavalry appeared from the horizon, like a fence. After carefully sorting out the entire ten-mile radius, they were Samor light cavalry. This time they were mainly responsible for the two sides of the legion's advance. Groups of phalanx infantry began to emerge from the woods.

"Woooo" the loud bugle resounded throughout the world, and Tilburg issued an emergency signal. Black heads appeared on the city wall of Tilburg, a dense forest of spears stood up, and the honeycomb shooting holes of three auxiliary forts were exposed. Densely packed arrows,

"Haha! That's Tilburg." The fat man appeared on the hill opposite Tilburg, surrounded by a group of Samorian guards. The fiery red sun rose from behind the majestic Tilburg and shone in front of the camp in front. Five Samorian infantry phalanxes were arranged. In the forefront, three crossbow phalanxes were arranged on the second line, Satsuma The Er light cavalry is distributed on both sides of the military formation. The Eighth Special Artillery Regiment is placed on the hill where Fatty is. The terrain here is high and it is about four meters away from Tilburg. It is just suitable for the range of heavy siege artillery. Thirty small Thors were placed at the front of the second line of crossbowmen.

The Tyrians didn't seem surprised that the Samurs came to the city overnight. They arranged sufficient fortifications on the city head, and the city was completely covered with non-flammable loess. A water tank filled with ice water. Everyone knows that the Samor people are best at setting fires. Naturally, Tillnarant will not wait for himself to be burned into a roast pig.

"Mr. Governor, let's get started!" Riddasil rubbed his hands with excitement on his face. Thirty heavy Thors lined up in two rows had been fixed by the gunners with brackets, and the surveyors had completed the measurement. The bright breech of the cannon began to slowly lift up, and boxes of cannonballs were moved from the carriage and piled up like a mountain.

"First queue! Target lava meter! Reload". Orders were passed down from the captain of the flag team, and the round force-shaped high-explosive bombs were stuffed into the muzzle and rolled down to the bottom along with the threaded steel pipe. That dull rolling sound is like heavenly gospel to the old madman Lida Hill.

"Let's get started". The fat man looked at the dense defenders on the opposite castle, and nodded with an indifferent expression. "Boom!" A series of rapid and loud sounds were like thunderbolts exploding in his ears. The pungent smell of white sulfur stimulated the gunner to cough, and the thick smoke billowed. Even the war horses were frightened and took a few steps back. The huge recoil of the siege cannon pushed the thick supports on the ground back by a dozen centimeters, leaving several deep marks on the hard soil on the top of the mountain.

"The second queue is ready!" When the artillery bombardment reported, countless people instinctively covered their ears in an instant, for fear that their eardrums would be shattered by the sound of artillery. But even so, many people were still struck by the thunderous shells. The sound of the gunshot was so shocking that his whole body trembled, his face turned pale, and he almost fainted on the spot.

The whole earth seemed to be shaking violently at this moment, and the sun and moon completely lost their brilliance.

The fat man could clearly see the muzzles of these siege guns spitting out a ball of dazzling flames. A ball of fire made a beautiful and cruel arc in the sky, crossed the solid wall of Tilburg, and landed far behind, rumbling. ,,

The violent explosion sounded like thunder from the sky

It's a pity that because of the barrier of the city wall, no one at the site could see the impact point of the cannonballs or the power of the cannonball explosions, but everyone knew that the Tire people were miserable this time.

Because when they were preparing to fire the second cannonball, many Tyrian soldiers were whispering to each other quietly without knowing what they were talking about. The soldiers' pale faces and eyes were full of fear. They seemed to be frightened by something.

More than three minutes later, the second shell was prepared, and everyone immediately aimed at Fort Til with expectant eyes. The Tire soldiers on the city top seemed to have received some secret signal, and they all disappeared in an instant.

Got it

When they appeared, they were so unified, and when they disappeared, they were so quick and orderly. It was like seeing the devil.

"Let go!" Riddasil ordered without hesitation.

There was a loud bang, and the riding crop in the fat man's hand couldn't help but fall from his hand, and hit the ground heavily. His eardrums were also shaken and buzzed.

"Damn! This cannon is too terrifying!" Even if the fat man is a modern person, he has to sigh. In the past, I mostly saw heavy artillery bombardment on TV, but the actual effect was much more tragic and violent than what I saw on TV.

For a few minutes he heard nothing. He vaguely saw a ball of fire shining brighter than a thousand suns. That beautiful and cruel fire once again fell on the city of Tire.

Rumble,

The huge cannonball fell on the slope of Ter City and burst out with dazzling fire. "The ancient carvings in the red area were shrouded in gunpowder smoke and black smoke. Every ten soldiers saw the power of the cannonball explosion."

Many Tyrians couldn't help but stick out their tongues to build Fort Tyr based on the terrain. There are also many houses on the mountainside, most of which are made of stones. They are very solid. However, after counting the thousands of over-fired Thor cannons, these solid places The stone houses are like children's toy building blocks, falling apart one after another

A mudslide immediately broke out on the mountainside of Tire City. Stones of all sizes were rolling down continuously. Some stone houses were uprooted and flew into the air. Then they fell down hard, leaving a large area below in a mess. Screams, screams, and dogs barked one after another. The entire city of Tire seemed to have become a prison on earth. The smoke had cleared, and the area was in a mess. There were no more intact houses.

I couldn't help but open my mouth wide and looked at everything in front of me in disbelief.

Many people nearby were also a little stunned and felt incredible. Oh my God, what kind of weapon is this? How could it be so destructive?

For a moment, the entire Tilburg frontline was silent. Only the hellish screams came from the Tilburg mask.

Riddahill, an old lunatic, had no mercy. He kept up his efforts, and ten minutes later, the third shell came out again, waking up many people and shocking them. Their eyes once again instinctively followed the movement of the shell.

This time, the impact point fell behind the city wall. Chi could not directly see the explosion, but he could clearly see that countless bricks, debris, and corpses of people were overturned on the top of the city.

What's even more exaggerated is that several Titian soldiers on the city wall were directly lifted up by the huge air wave, and six of them fell from the city wall more than ten meters high.

Tyr's snow lion flag was also severely broken and fell from the tower.

"Oh! Long live Samor!" The Samor military formation below roared excitedly

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Today's military achievements are doubled. Let's bomb the damn ground! Two hours, give me two hours of bombing." The fat man screamed, and the Samor artillerymen went completely crazy. They loved this destructive big guy to death.

The Samor infantry on the front line are also going crazy. With these big guys who can destroy the world, they don't have to work hard to find a way to climb the 20-meter-high city wall.

These big guys can completely blow a hole in the wall of Tire and create a gap.

"Again! Again! One more shot!" Countless soldiers of the Samor Army roared, as if the sound of being ejected by the cannon was even louder.

"Bombard the auxiliary fort on the right! Shell the auxiliary fort on the right!"

The fat man also felt that the blood all over his body was rising. As long as the auxiliary fort was destroyed, the rest of the matter would be easy to handle. If the five infantry formations completely penetrated the front wall, the Tyrians would be defeated.

It’s settled

Lidashir and others carefully adjusted the angle of the muzzle, pointed it directly at the wall of Tilburg, and then fired.

With a rumble, more than a dozen shells crashed directly into the densely packed shooting holes of Tierfu Castle, erupting with even more dazzling light. The round auxiliary castle exploded from the inside,

Rubbles were flying, and the huge explosion directly opened a large hole in the roof of the auxiliary fort. The tall wall was blown down and several large gaps were made. Human limbs and stones were spattered out vaguely.

After the thick smoke cleared, we saw the large gap exposed in the auxiliary fort, where countless corpses were mixed with rubble and crushed together.

The archers inside were like ants that had exploded their nest, running out with hesitation on their faces. Amidst the roar of cannons, the auxiliary fort turned into a honeycomb nest of ruins, with at least 600 archers buried inside.

"Beautiful! Attack the auxiliary fort on the left and order the infantry queue to advance! The crossbowmen suppress the city wall with all their strength!" Fatty ordered excitedly,

The Samor infantry phalanx below began to advance forward. The heavy-shield siege soldiers at the front moved slowly forward holding a large siege shield. Each infantry square was equipped with two special siege trucks. The wood was brought with the army, and they only needed to be transported to the place by the industrial city poison fixation

Seeing the movement of the Samor infantry phalanx, the Tyrians on the castle let out noisy shouts. Because they had been bombarding continuously for nearly 2 hours, the barrels of the heavy thunder gods of Renmen were already red, and they had to temporarily stop the bombardment.

"Zhizhi" gunners were pouring water on the red gun barrel, and bursts of hot white smoke came out, making the noise even louder than the previous firing. The Tire people on the opposite side thought that the shelling was still going on here, but who knew that nothing happened, so they all poked their heads out. For a while, the entire city wall was full of people, and they were densely packed like a dark cloud hanging over the top of Tire Fort.

The terrain of Tilburg is relatively high, with its base being a sloping mausoleum, and a low-lying swamp at the front. Other small thunder gods are temporarily unable to attack the high battlements.

"My lord, look!" a Samorian guard shouted pointing to the west side of the castle. He saw a catapult appearing on the city wall. It seemed that the Tyrians were preparing to counterattack.

Baozi was very unlucky today and wrote a chapter this morning. There was a power outage before I could save the manuscript. I continued writing desperately in the afternoon, but I encountered a computer failure and couldn't save it. disappear directly

. Baozi cried. I struggled to finish a chapter at night. I felt that God was testing my perseverance. The most terrible thing happened. I couldn’t log in to the author area. Oh my God, this is the angel sister playing tricks on me! ! ! !