Realm of Power

The heavy black city gate of the industrial capital Sulesto slowly opened, under the guard of hundreds of samors. The fat man rode across the moat of Kyoto. This time he was in a different mood than the last time he secretly entered the capital. The last time he rode in the Jones family's carriage, he spent most of the time chatting with the old liar Jones, and he didn't know much about the appearance of this century-old capital. Pay attention,

Now he has entered the capital as the governor of the south. There are heavy troops gathered outside the city, and the life and death of Kyoto can only be determined by my own thoughts. Naturally, I can't help but feel a domineering attitude that holds the world in my hands.

Kyoto's own Zhivadin Castle. It has a different appearance. It lacks the bustle and bustle of Zhivadin, but has a bit more luxury of the nobility. The tall stone pillar-style building exudes elegance and majesty, and the decoration on the gate of the mansion is even more colorful. Strive for excellence, you can see exquisite white reliefs everywhere at the door and corner of the street, just like walking on an art corridor.

The streets in the city are intersected by eight parallel stone streets running from north to south and four streets running east and west. These twelve streets are all made of large, pitted stones and can accommodate more than a dozen horses traveling side by side. Unfortunately, the year-round horse riding has left a few potholes on the road, which are incompatible with the exquisite decoration of the tall mansions on both sides of the road. The doors of the shops on both sides of the street are closed, and there are not many horse-drawn carriages on the road. Most of the passers-by looked like they had been hungry all year round. It seemed that although Kyoto was not experiencing a food shortage, it was already showing signs of something unusual.

The Fat Man's cavalry went straight to the Southern Governor's Mansion at the southern end of Kyoto. Horse hooves were flying all the way. The silver armor on the hundreds of Guards Cavalry flashed. Under the astonished eyes of passers-by, the Fat Man stopped his horse in front of his Southern Governor's Mansion.

The fat man looked up at the deserted gate of the Governor's Mansion. The eaves and door corners are covered with special nets, and the stone steps in front of the door are paved with a layer of gray. Passers-by are obviously very wary of this place, and they all go far away from the street. For this person who stopped in front of the Governor's Palace, A cavalry team. Pointing with fear on his face

"Wait a minute! I'll open it." The fat man waved his hand to stop the guard who was about to open the door. He got off his horse and walked up the steps.

"Creak!" The door covered with cobwebs was pushed open by the fat man with a serious face.

The cold wind of early spring blew against his face, bringing a cool chill. The fat man saw that the courtyard was deserted and deserted. The tender grass from Qintian had grown all over the deep courtyard, and the vibrant green was mixed with the dust of gray and white rocks.

Tsk tsk! What a relief! The door is deserted and the pommel and horse are sparse! "

The scene of decline in front of him made Fatty sigh. The Kyoto Federation, which he had put so much effort into establishing, had turned into a pile of ruins in just one month. It was really not as good as God.

After entering Kyoto, Fatty realized that Si Duhan's decision that day was not wrong.

While walking along the road just now, Fatty had discovered that the conservatives had placed a large number of hidden sentries at the corners around the Governor's Palace, and there were still military blockades at all the connected streets. This showed that the situation that day was indeed a very dangerous situation. At that time, the royal family must have used the army to blockade the streets around the Governor's Palace and forcibly drive away the merchants. Prepare to use force to remove the thorn in Samor's side. At that time, there were only a thousand soldiers stationed in Samor's Kyoto. The conservatives had eight thousand Kyoto city guards. Coupled with the thirteen thousand Kingdom Guards loyal to the royal family,

No matter in terms of strength or situation, it is unwise to forcefully compete with the Kyoto forces. Only retreat is the most appropriate choice at the time.

The fat man asked the guards to clean up the abandoned southern governor's palace, and use the abandoned shops around the governor's palace as residences for the thousands of guards who would come to Beijing later, and settle down in Kyoto first.

night. Hu Keqili led the guards out. Clear away the eyes peering around in the darkness. More than a dozen hidden sentries arranged by the conservatives were uprooted. The sound of crossbow arrows tearing the air mixed with the muffled sound of people screaming and falling from branches and roofs made the seemingly peaceful Governor's Mansion feel strange and terrifying.

In the early morning, more than thirty bloody corpses were lined up at the entrance of the street. This was Samour's demonstration against the conservatives in Kyoto. At the same time, it is also a warning to all forces in Kyoto.

Anyone who offends me, the real Moor, will pay blood for blood.

The fat man rode past and saw several conservative spies poking their heads among the crowd of onlookers. They looked at the miserable corpses of their companions with pale faces. Their eyes were full of fear. Under the sharp glances of the fat man, they all flashed. He hid in the crowd, obviously recognizing that the naive fat man in front of him was that one. A notorious southern governor.

This time when he went out, the fat man did not wear mail armor. With only a few escorts from Hu Keqili, the fat man slowed down his horse at the crowded street entrance and prepared to pass through the crowd.

The guards caught up from behind and surrounded the fat man in case of emergencies. Although Samor is heavily armed and can completely destroy the entire Kyoto at any time,

But no one can guarantee that there won’t be one or two hot-blooded and confused families in Kyoto who would assassinate the fat man.

"Whoosh!" Just when the cavalry was about to cross the street, there was a sudden commotion in the crowded crowd in front. Several knights wearing mail and iron helmets rushed from the street entrance, and the flying horse hooves caused the crowd of spectators to disperse with shouts.

"What's going on! Jiuchuan raised his eyebrows slightly and reined in his horse." Hu Keshouli, who was in charge of the escort, was fighting for victory and stayed at the front. The knights showed no intention of slowing down. He actually rushed towards the crowded street entrance.

"Ah" a civilian couldn't dodge. Being trampled to the ground by the flying horse hooves, the chickens and dogs suddenly jumped into chaos.

"Kill the Samor Butcher!" The first knight looked at the fat man not far away and shouted. Pulling out the knight's sword from his waist, "Looking for death!" Hu Keqili, who was opening the way in front, shouted angrily and touched the handle of the sword with his right hand.

The tall war horse under his crotch let out a long neigh. Rushing forward, the cold light of "Lock" flashed across, and the knight running at the front was cut into two pieces with his sword. His head and broken sword flew into the air, and the bloody corpse was thrown directly from the back of the horse.

The second knight was shocked by the miserable state of his companions. Trying to rein in the horse and turn around, "Kill!" In the midst of lightning and flint. Hu Keqi, who rushed towards him, slashed hard with his sword.

The cold light flashed, and I saw blood splattering on the neck of the war horse that had not yet turned, and it swerved to the right as if drunk, with a loud bang. The huge body fell on the corner of the roadside, causing dust to fly.

The knight was pinned down by his horse and struggled hard

"Go to hell!" A knight rushed up from the left, and the three-meter knight's spear in his hand turned into a sharp cold light, whizzing towards Hu Keqili's waist.

Hu Keqili had just waved the sword in his hand, and was in the transition between old and new strength. Facing this powerful and heavy shot, he had no choice but to fight hard. However, the three-meter long spear thrust with the help of the horse's momentum was extremely powerful, and the roaring sound was driving people crazy.

The two horses passed each other, and there was a crisp "bore" sound,

The spear knight's horse neighed loudly, its front hooves spurting blood, and suddenly knelt forward, as if it had hit an invisible invisible wall. The knight on the horse was violently thrown out, and hit the street wall. Like a can that was smashed and never got up again

"You want to kill me! In the next life!" Hu Keqili laughed loudly, and the cauldron sprang out from the belly of his horse in a strange way. It turned out that Hu Keqili had an idea just now in order to avoid the opponent's powerful shot. The figure quickly rolled under the horse's belly, not only dodging the fatal shot, but also cutting off the opponent's horse's front hooves with his sword, which led to this dramatic scene.

The few remaining knights saw Hu Keqili being so brave. They were so frightened that they no longer dared to step forward, so they reined in their horses and ran away. The guards wanted to give chase, but Hu Keqili waved his hand to stop him. "It is our duty to protect the safety of adults. Don't be fooled by others!"

Hu Keqi reined in his horse and turned around, his cold sword hanging low, and bright red blood dripping down the sword. The horse stopped in front of the knight who crawled out from under the horse. He asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Bursting murderous intent developed through years of fighting. Hu Keqili's condescending and sharp eyes made the knight feel as if he had fallen into a cold cave. He couldn't help but feel suffocated as he staggered to his feet. He took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

"Why did you assassinate my lord7? If you don't tell me, I will cut off every piece of your flesh and feed it to the dogs." Hu Keqi waved the sword several times with great force.

The knight looked at the Samor guards who were surrounding him. Thinking of what would happen if he fell into the hands of the Samors, his body trembled and he leaned against the wall, swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty.

"Glory of the North Wind! The glory of the Stian family will last forever, and the Samor Butcher will die in the hands of my master!" The knight shouted in despair, suddenly turned his right hand over, and inserted a cross-handled dagger into his chest, and blood flowed from his There was something coming out of the chest and helmet, and the body collapsed against the wall. It was obvious that he would not survive. "Damn! It's a dead soldier!" Hu Keqili regretfully put the sword back into the scabbard. He didn't expect to spend so much effort. . Still haven’t grasped the living karma,

Hu Keqili turned over and dismounted, pulled out the dagger from the knight's chest, looked at it carefully, handed the dagger to the fat man on the horse, and said solemnly, "Sir, look. These two people should be the deaths of the Stian family. Sir! If the Stian family is really going to harm you, I suggest that you should leave Kyoto immediately."

The fat man took the dagger from Hu Keqili's hand. The blade of the dagger is silver and sharp, and the light can identify people. It is a loyal dagger specially used by knights. This dagger is a suicide weapon used by knights who are unwilling to be captured on the battlefield.

An eye-catching and ferocious banshee emblem is engraved on the short cross guard. It is the North Wind Banshee emblem of the Sisian family of the Duke of the North.

The fat man carefully touched the front surface with his fingers and could feel the special texture on the rebar surface.

The fat man chuckled and said, "They are not from the Stian family! Although I don't know who wants to frame the Stian family, but I know that this is definitely not the Stian family's loyal dagger!"

The fat man handed the dagger back to Hu Keqili and continued, "Although this dagger is made decently, unfortunately few people know that the loyal daggers of the Tian family knights are made of northern silver iron! Not rebar! And I am one of the few people who knows this. I have fought against Yinhui from the Stian family before."