Realm of Power

The fat man looked at the pale young man in front of him. His bulging eyes stared at the fat man. His whole body was stained with blood. A tattered cotton armor was draped over him. A crossbow arrow shot through his thigh. He gritted his teeth in pain, and blood dripped from the wound onto the ground, adding a little fresh color to the already solidified blood-colored sticky ground.

When the squad leader asked the soldiers to take him up, the young man was struggling violently, completely ignoring his injured leg. Two heavy-armed infantrymen held him tightly like an iron collar, leaving him alone. I raised my feet in the air and jumped around, but I still couldn't move at all.

"Where did you find him? What happened to his feet?" The fat man turned around and looked at the squad leader. The fat man could feel something called hatred from the young man's angry eyes. This is the only survivor in the battle on the wall of Tire City. Thousands of people died, and he is the only one who is still alive. I don’t know whether it is luck or misfortune. Many people have died in this war. Even in the invisible night, both sides The shooters are also biting hard, every moment, every time Life was withering every moment in this beautiful night. Unexpectedly, the Tir people who were supposed to win against the weak Tir people showed a shocking fighting will. Til Fort, which was thought to be defeated in one battle, ended up holding Samur back. The army is in a quagmire, and Fatty also wants to know why? Unfortunately, no one has been caught alive, and the entire city of Tire seems to be fighting to the death. Without fear or panic, facing the elite Samorian army, from the city walls to the streets, the Tyrians showed a kind of tragedy in their own way.

The squad leader explained with a slightly embarrassed expression, "My lord, he was hiding under three bloody corpses. Our soldiers were cleaning up the corpses and found that he was still breathing. We tried to pull him out of the pile of corpses, but he looked like He jumped up and ran away like a rabbit, and we had to shoot his feet. In order to catch him alive, he also injured the arms of two of our brothers! What a difficult little guy! The team leader sneered at the two men behind him! The soldier still holding the gauze pointed at

The fat man waved his hands to the two heavy infantrymen, "Let go of him! His leg is injured and he can't run." The two soldiers looked at their captain with embarrassed expressions, only to be scolded by the squad leader, "What are you looking at!" Didn't you hear what the adults said?" The soldier quickly released his hand on the young man's arm, "Ah." Except when his injured foot landed on the ground, the young man grunted when he touched the wound, then gritted his teeth and said nothing again, with a stubborn look in his eyes. Moving with the fury of hatred

"Go and find the accompanying military doctor. If he continues like this, this leg will be useless!" The fat man didn't take it seriously at the young man's glare and waved his hand to the guard behind him, but the fat man's kindness only got a cry from the young man. sarcastically "No need." You man-eating beasts are so kind. If you want to eat alive, hurry up." The young man smiled coldly and said, "Oh, by the way, it's a pity that you Samors don't eat dead people, otherwise so many corpses would be enough for you. The winter is getting colder!”

"Eating people?" The fat man frowned slightly, as if he had grasped a clue, and felt angry in his heart. Everyone knew that Samour was the largest grain producing area in the kingdom. Don't these Tyrians know? There must be something wrong here. The fat man asked with a cold face, "Who told you that the Samor people eat people, or have you seen the Samor army eat people?"

"Haha! I didn't expect that the glorious Samor Army wouldn't even dare to admit that he had done Zhuo! The young man looked at the fat man with a shameless look, with a look of disdain that was worse than looking at a beggar begging on the roadside, and sneered a few times The voice continued, "Weren't you the ones who cooked and eaten the trespassers in McKent's Timora Village alive? The same was true of the Niu people in Tudu Town. Their bones are still scattered in the village."

"A bunch of bastards!" The fat man's face flushed, and his fingers squeaked. The doubts in his heart were finally revealed. The troops marching into McEnt were the coalition forces from the north. They were Kugits and Shamandu people. It was obvious that in With severe food shortages, the coalition forces began to engage in cannibalism, which had an extremely bad impact on the refugees. Coupled with the Tire family's deliberately distorted propaganda, it turned into cannibalism by the Samorian army.

No wonder the coalition forces were unwilling to attack Tilburg even if they were killed. It turned out that they had known for a long time that this would be an endless bloody battle. The Tire people who shared the same hatred would definitely fight to the end. Between being eaten and dying in battle, anyone with a little bit of sense would do it. Choosing the latter, countless Tyrians have proven this. They would rather die in battle, be burned to death, or be blown up by cannonballs, but no one surrendered or fled. They simply wanted to die. "Let's take him down first! Let the military doctor take care of him!" The fat man waved his hand to the guard and lost the mood to continue asking. He looked at the city of Tire in the night with a bitter taste in his mouth. In the dark streets in the distance , the Tyrians also controlled Controlling most of the city, countless Tyrians are preparing for a decisive battle full of hatred. A group of warriors who are willing to die are more terrifying than any enemy. In this city of death full of sorrow and despair, the Samor army is even more powerful. How many fresh lives are filled in?

On the city wall, hundreds of thunder gods have set up the muzzles of Black Ran Cave. As long as I give the order, half of the city will turn into a hell of death. But it is so difficult to issue this order. I really want to be the one who slaughters more than 100,000 people. Bloody hands? The fat man stood in the night, thinking.

The fiery red morning light pierced the sky, and the thick fog at night was quickly receding. After a night of secret confrontation, the Samorian crossbowmen caused huge casualties to the Tyrians. The elite Samorian crossbowmen lying on the roofs and shooting became the Tyrians. It’s a human nightmare. It’s almost impossible to hit a person lying on the ground with a bow and arrow in the dark.

Every time the bowstring sounded, a Tyrian archer fell from the roof. In this way, the Samorian army launched night attacks street by street. It was already dawn, and the streets at the 22nd equinox were In the end, Er Shenian did not dare to appear on the roof and counterattacked with sporadic trebuchets. It was not until the sky became bright that he appeared sparsely, holding the infantry shield in his hand, shining in the morning light, like a silver wall.

"Boom." The fierce sound of artillery broke the tranquility of Tilburg in the early morning. Huge artillery columns rose into the sky, the roofs were overturned, and rubble mixed with sand flew into the air. The artillery fire of the Samor Army was very concentrated, and hundreds of Thors were fired. A single salvo can reduce a street to rubble, and the streets are filled with There are broken corpses, trebuchets and walls blocking the street. Now only a dozen large smoking pits can be seen. Hundreds of thunder gods bombed the street twice in turn, and the entire street has collapsed. In the ruins, the remaining people have already run away. There is no one here except the dead.

A squadron of Samorian heavy infantry entered the street under the cover of artillery fire. The dust and mud in the sky made them choke and cough.

"Damn it, these thunder god soldiers can't save their energy!" Seeing the dilapidated ruins in front of him, the radiation heavy infantry captain took a breath of air-conditioning. More than ten mutilated corpses were mixed in the collapsed houses, and the air was mixed with an unpleasant smell. In order to prevent the Samur army from climbing the wall at night to attack due to the humidity. The streets and eaves were covered with water, which turned into crystal ice after the cold night. Captain Summer ordered the heavy soldiers behind him with an ugly face, "Hurry, hurry! Move these rubbles away immediately." .

The heavy soldiers quickly cleared the rubble to both sides, and soon cleared a passable passage between the collapsed houses. A group of murderous heavy infantry appeared at the intersection. These heavy infantry were obviously different from the heavy infantry of other troops. The armored infantry are different. They are tall and sturdy. A large siege shield is carried on their backs, like a After the door panel was removed, a thorn-patterned hammer handle of a heavy siege awl was exposed behind the right shoulder. Some had a sheathed stabbing weapon on their waist, and some also had a machete on their body. With a relaxed expression on their faces, they were talking and laughing as they walked among the messy gravel. It seemed that this was not a battlefield littered with corpses, but a back garden where they could relax.

One of the leaders of the team stopped and looked at the collapsed streets. He seemed to be thinking about something. His sharp eyes were like two swords scraping across each other, making all the heavy soldiers feel a burst of nervous pressure.

"Samor Heavy Siege Regiment! The heavy soldiers quickly recognized this legendary force from the equipment of these soldiers. This was a force personally brought by the Governor of Samor from the Falcon Territory. In the past glorious battles of Samor , this unit is always mentioned,

It is said that the selection of the Samor Guards first considers the people of the siege regiment, because His Excellency the Governor of Samor believes that the warriors of the siege regiment who can face the forest of spears on the city wall and still move forward bravely are qualified to become a glorious Samor Guards. guard

"Bang!" A violent explosion came from not far away, and a big hole was opened in another single-story adobe house. The rising smoke covered the road in front, and the soldiers of the siege regiment quickly disappeared. In the smoke, only the soldiers with admiration on their faces were left.

"Captain! Where are they going?" a young Samor crossbowman asked curiously in a low voice. He was a recruit who only joined the last two months. The brutal Battle of Tilburg was his first battle. Last night, In the fierce battle, he shot a Tyrian archer and was temporarily promoted to deputy captain.

There was obviously no one in the collapsed houses in front of them. There were collapsed rocks everywhere, and the entire street had been blown down. The shells whizzing overhead made everyone feel weird, and black smoke columns were constantly seen in the distance. soar into the sky

"Execute the order, and don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked!" Captain Samour turned around and glared at the young deputy captain with a serious look on his face. In fact, the captain himself didn't know that this order was only issued from the legion headquarters this morning. , it is said to be a warrant signed by the Governor himself.

Faced with intensive shelling, the Tyrians could only choose to hide behind rocks or ruins. Houses collapsed under the gunfire. Soon, the Tyrians discovered a problem. The Samorian monsters did not seem to explode. Instead of destroying people, they bombed houses. In many cases, the artillery fire did not hit the crowds, but blew up the empty houses in the distance into rubble. Regarding this, the Tyrians did not believe that the Samor people had good intentions. I prefer to believe that God is protecting them

The Tyrians' feeling was correct. If they could stand on high ground or on the city wall, they would be able to see a passage leading from the city wall to the main hall of Tyr's castle being formed. A group of heavy infantry was moving toward them without anyone noticing. The Tilburg Hall advanced. This was the result of the fat man's thinking all night. Since he didn't want to be attacked by the Til people, The streets are restricted and we don’t want to kill a large number of civilians. The best way is to break all the rules and regulations and send elite infantry to directly attack the main hall of Tire. The fat man believes that he can insert the flying Samor Falcon War on the main hall of Tire Fort. The flag is far more capable of breaking down the will of the defenders than the main hall of Tire that collapsed under artillery fire. Of course

"Damn fat guy, you always get me into trouble!" Riddasil wrinkled his old face and muttered dissatisfiedly. Fatty's demands were too high, and even Ridathil had to go into battle himself.

This time, Fatty requested to blast a passage directly to the main castle of Tyr in the middle of the complicated streets. This is a very technical job. In order to achieve faster shooting, the improved Thor uses a smoothbore barrel, which makes it difficult to grasp the accuracy. It depends more on the experience of the gunner himself. The angle of lifting and the amount of charge plus the wind direction determine the landing point of the shell. Experienced gunners can even fire air-burst bombs, which splash shrapnel and flames in the air and can cover a small team.