Realm of Power

The night is like water. The warm and humid spring breeze blew on my face. The melodious Sarris bagpipes are already rippling in the moonlight, like a mother's gentle hand, gently soothing the soldiers' homesickness.

The fat man held a grass root in his mouth and leaned on the fence next to the camp tent, feeling the slightly bitter taste of the grass root in his mouth. In front of him was the beautiful Djerbo Plain under the moonlight. On the endless plain, green grass seeds sprouted from the ground. shoots , the beautiful Satsuma Ri River made tinkling sounds nearby, and the pine forest along the river in the distance made a rustling sound in the night wind. Occasionally, a black shadow passed across, which was the sound of night birds returning to the forest. traces, everything looks so beautiful,

It is a pity that this beautiful spring is destined to be covered with a layer of blood because of the blood of Samor warriors.

hurt.

The fat man looked at the scenery in the distance and pondered. The broken stone bridge lurked in the night, leaving a black shadow. The bodies of the dead soldiers were turned into ashes in the fire. The fat man would always remember seeing his general Caesar Sauron in the evening. scene,

This aristocrat who retained neat etiquette habits, this tough guy who remained unfazed under the sharp scimitar of Kujit, held the ashes of the warriors who were reduced to ashes with his head covered with dirt, knelt in front of the stone bridge and shed tears in pain, letting himself go The cold river water wetted my clothes, and my whole body was as dull as a stone sculpture.

These are the ashes of the soldiers of the Northern Army. The Northern Army is the army that Caesar Sauron devoted all his efforts to. From a squadron, to a flag regiment, and then to a legion, the details and hardships inside are hard to describe, but now it is... One can imagine the sorrow in one's heart when he died in battle.

This was the biggest tragic victory since the founding of Samor's army. Twelve thousand Northern Army soldiers were killed. Fort Djalpo was reduced to ruins in the war. The army was annihilated, but Fatty was not in a happy mood. Corpses were everywhere on the Shiqiao front line. The whole city of Djerpo was destroyed, and the two elite flag regiments of the Samor Northern Army were almost wiped out. There were tragic scenes of Samor soldiers dying in battle. Like Qin poured into the fat man's heart.

The fat man put his hands behind his back and heard the rustle of his feet on the lawn, "Sir!" Hu Keqili approached lightly with a few guards,

"The matter is done!" The fat man asked casually without turning his head, and there was a black shadow in the distance. Can't see the light

"Yes!" Hu Keqili nodded affirmatively. "As for the warning that the Yin Erdian people may sneak attack on the rear, we have rushed it to the purchasing point of the Rohde military in Djerpo. I believe it will be sent out soon. Go back to the Kingdom of Luode! This sneak attack by the Miao Erdian troops will definitely result in a bloody blow. This can be considered as some compensation for those brothers who died in the battle."

"It's just that Hu Keqi was about to speak but hesitated for a while and said, "The Lod people asked our Samorian army to enter Myrdian country first, and then they were willing to send troops to cooperate with us in capturing Dehreim."

"Haha, the Lod people are indeed like this!" The fat man stood up from the lawn, spat out the chewed grass roots on the ground, "Ignore him. In fact, with or without their help, we have a good chance of capturing Dehreem. It must be done. The terrain of the Dehreim area is condescending to the Djerbo plain. The Myrtian army can always do so if they are willing. Today's tragedy may happen again in the Jerbo area where troops are overwhelming the plains. In the past, I estimated the situation wrongly and did not consider that the Jianerdian people would be so despicable and shameless. Now we can't let this happen again, otherwise we won't Talk about ourselves. Even the twelve thousand Samor warriors who died will not let us go!"

"My lord, what you mean is that Hu Keqili's face was filled with sadness and anger. When he heard the fat man's words, his body trembled, his eyes shot out with hot light, and his five fingers were clenched and turned white.

"A warrior's blood must not be shed in vain! This is Samor's tradition." The fat man took the horse's reins from the guards, got on his horse and ordered, "You immediately lead the Guards Cavalry Flag Regiment across the border and seize the southern fortress of Dehrem." Wenskoburg, come and go! This is not my style. If you dare to let your horse come here, you will have to bear the consequences of my Samor's anger. This is in line with the rules!"

In the early morning, Cosburg was quiet and peaceful with morning mist. The white city walls turned into beautiful gold in the morning light. Carriages driving goods moved slowly on the winding moat. Smoke rose from the farms outside the city. Two Jeridian military camps were distributed on the hills outside the castle. Wooden fences formed square frames, and the lion-dragon flag of the Sixth Knights was flying high at the entrance of the camp.

"Urgent report!" A embarrassed Ruierdian messenger shouted loudly as he galloped into the camp gate.

"Quick! Report to Lord Fessler!" The messenger's shaky figure almost fell off the horse. The moisture of the morning mist wetted his light mail armor, which was covered with dark black soil.

"What! This is so possible!" The garrison officer, Baron Fessler, opened the urgent message sent by the messenger. His face changed suddenly because he was too nervous. Urgent News was twisted into a ball without realizing it. He was pacing back and forth with a hesitant look on his face.

"Fellers Squadron": What happened. Margrave Filner, the leader of Winklesburg, walked in from outside the tent with a sullen expression. Due to excessive drinking, his face looked pale and tinged with blue, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had not yet completely sobered up from the banquet at Winklesburg last night. Come over and shake your head in front of Ferrers.

"Sir, look!" Ferrers handed him the urgent report with an ugly expression. This piece of paper was twisted into a ball and made Marquis Filner frown slightly. It was so straightforward and rude. Unlike Ferrers, who was born into a noble family in the past, he was a noble marquis and a lord. Ferrers, who only had the status of a humble blood knight, should salute and use honorifics when he saw him, instead of treating him like a lowly pariah. Same

"What!" He looked at Ferrers' heavy face and suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart. After receiving the emergency report from Ferrers, he glanced at it with doubtful eyes, and was stunned for a moment, with his mouth wide open, like a fat toad holding back its breath.

"This. How is this possible?" Fernald exclaimed in surprise, "How could Lord Appleton be defeated by those untouchables in Vecia? How could our glorious Yin Erdian army and our invincible knights be unable to defeat those who take advantage of them?" Samor farmer with farm tools!”

"Yes, Lord Appleton was defeated!" Ferrers nodded with a painful look on his face. The messenger said that the Lord's head was hanging on the military flag of Samor, and his long flowing hair was covered with soil. His shield studded with fine steel, silver and diamonds was taken to the auction house by the Samors, along with the entire Sixth Legion. Except for Lord Macedonia of the second squadron, everyone died in the battle! "

"Oh! Omnipotent God!" Manard covered his chest with his exaggerated right hand, making a pious gesture, with a painful look in his eyes. "This is really terrible! These barbaric Wikias Barbarian"

"This is not the worst!" Fellers hesitated for a while and whispered. "Since the Battle of Winklesburg a hundred years ago, the Vecians have once again set foot on this beautiful land. Our sentry tower on the border yesterday We were attacked by the Vecians at night, and I believe they were heading for Fort Dechio."

"Yes! We still have Fort Decchio!" Fernald, who was in a panic, heard the word. It was like taking a shot of stimulant, and he said excitedly, "In the strong and dangerous Fort Dechio, we have thousands of elite infantry stationed all year round.

The reserve is enough to provide a year's worth of food, no matter who plans this fortress with three dangerous walls. They are all destined to pay a huge price, and these proud Vecians will definitely repeat the mistakes of their ancestors."

"Bump!" A small black line appeared in the dazzling golden morning light on the low hills outside Winklesburg, and the horses' hooves crushed the weeds with crystal morning dew on them.

Hu Kennian took a deep breath. There was a faint fragrance in the air. The green low plains were covered with all kinds of wild flowers. The Wenkos Plains were right under his horse's hooves. Thinking of this, Hu Kennianli took a deep breath. Keqili couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The Vekia army a hundred years ago was ambushed in this plain covered with beautiful wildflowers. Under these gorgeous and dazzling wildflowers, many of the Vekia Snow Warriors were buried. Bones.

After a night of running around in circles, the mail armor on his body has been wet with dew, but Hu Keqili does not feel tired at all, because this time is different from other battles. This is the resurgence of Vekia, which has been reduced to a second-rate kingdom. In the first battle, a hundred years ago, our ancestors fell here. A hundred years later, my own sword will cut off this shame that is deeply ingrained in the hearts of the Vycians.

In order to confuse the sentry towers along the way of Ruidian, Hu Keqili led the cavalry directly to the direction of Deogsburg and pulled out the sentry towers along the way. Then he turned around halfway and drove straight into Winklesburg under the dense forest at night. “Where you fall, get up there! We are destined to be Wikiyans here! Hu Keqili whispered excitedly, slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, and raised it high against the beautiful morning sun. Wearing a traditional suit There was a small sound of drawing knives, and the bright light of the knives converged into a silver river. The five thousand Samorian Guards Cavalry were like a large flashing dark cloud. The horses galloped, rolling up the flying dust, and rushed towards Wen. Military camp outside Cosburg

"Well, what is that!" The soldiers on the sentry tower of the Gerdian military camp were dazzled by the light in the distance. They turned their heads curiously and immediately shouted in panic, "Cavalry! There are so many cavalry."

"Woohoo". The loud sound of siren trombones outside the military tent drew the two of them, who were still discussing, into silence.

a jump

"Enemy!" Fernald jumped up nervously. His fragile nerves were destroyed once by the military newspaper, and now he was stimulated by the siren trombone again. Although he was not a soldier, this kind of symbol represented an enemy attack. The sound of the trumpet can still be understood. All adult Yin Erdian lords must go to Parahan Academy to learn basic military knowledge.