Realm of Power

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"Quickly send this information to the defenders of Hubalaban, and order the Salon army to immediately stabilize and wait for reinforcements." The fat man ordered with a solemn face to the legion herald behind him. His voice paused and he said decisively, "Tell Salon that the enemy is powerful. If necessary, you can abandon the Hobo Laban area and retreat to the Thirteenth Fort!"

"Sir, the face of Kyoto Crolisat is ugly. The fate of the Samor Army suddenly took a turn for the worse. Yue Cai's relatively optimistic mood was wiped out. The Yin Erdian Northern Army that had just been defeated in Dehreim has been listed on the Wiki. There is a large-scale gathering in northern Asia. Judging from the information sent by the assassin, there are at least 3 knights and nearly 10,000 troops. This is the main force of Miao Erdian stationed in the north all year round. This time, so many troops are used, and there is a large number of troops. It means to avenge past shame.

"Things in Kyoto must be accelerated." The fat man sighed, his eyebrows knitted into the character "Chuan". Lost in thought, the decisive battle in Kyoto was imminent. Unexpectedly, Jun Erdian would intervene, which made the originally relatively clear situation blurry again. Will the precarious Vecchia have to experience bloody pain before it can truly stand up?

The northern fortress of Hooperaban,

"One-Eyed Dragon" Salon pressed his hand on the battlement and looked at the green canyon in the distance with his indifferent one-eyed eye. The mountain flowers are brilliant and colorful, and all kinds of flowers dress up the entire land into a beautiful carpet of flowers. The April wind blows on the face, bringing warm moisture. The Ellens River in front is calm and long, with sparkling waves. The sparkling river surface sparkles in the sun, and everything beautiful in front of you is intoxicating.

But Salon didn't feel the blood of these little warriors, which made Salon feel lonely and unbearable. Especially hearing the good news one after another from the south, the Battle of Dillens in the south, the Battle of Tire, the counterattack of Jalbo in the center and the exciting Battle of Dehrim, none of these battles have their own share,

Salon even wondered if the fat man had forgotten himself in this remote northern corner and allowed himself to become moldy and smelly.

Hearing the sound of rapid and powerful footsteps coming from the stairs of the city road, Salon knew that it was the messenger Lesser. Before joining the Samor army, Salon was a village tax collector.

He most likes to wear his tall chicken-feather hat and his proud pigskin boots to step on the ground, letting the thickened heels make a crisp sound with the ground. This is a privilege enjoyed by decent people in rural areas. Later, Satsuma I abolished the tax collector, a somewhat uniformed young man. He became a Samorian soldier. Because he knew some basic etiquette, he was assigned as an orderly soldier.

"Sir, the scout is reporting!" The messenger Lesser's face was a little pale. As a southerner from a warm area, it was terrifying to spend last winter in this cold place. Lesser's nose was on Last year's cold winter. He lost part of his sense of smell due to the cold and always looked a little white. His friends always liked to tease him by calling him "White-skinned Lesser"

"What's wrong? Just tell me, are those bastards of the Stian family across the river being dishonest again?" Salon turned around and waved his hand to the messenger who was about to hand over.

Ever since the cold winter passed and the earth returned to spring, Salon could always feel a pair of eyes staring at him from across the Ellens River, just like he was staring at it. Of course, in this situation, the stubborn Salon would never admit defeat. Even though I only have one eye, I still want to look at you. Frictions on the border occasionally occurred. Either the Samor army touched the border, or the scouts of the Stian family were always hanging around. Small-scale collisions always won the Samor army. By the end of the fight, the Samor scouts could easily touch the border. Fifty miles to the riverside

After a winter of getting to know each other, Salon knew that opposite him was the Second Banner Regiment of the Stian Family, known as the North Wind Spear. There were about 5,000 people, mainly infantry, and most of them fought with Kujit all year round. A veteran of human combat, his combat prowess and combat skills rank among the top three in the Stian family.

"No, sir!" The messenger's face flashed with hesitation, especially when Salon's one eye that always made people feel chilled was staring at him, his voice was trembling as he said, "Report from the third scout team. , some strange traces were found twenty-five miles north of the river. There were about a hundred people, cavalry, and some unrecognizable things. Judging from the direction of the hoof prints, they should have gone upstream! "

"Weird traces!" Salon looked serious. My eyes involuntarily looked upstream along the river. The upper reaches of the calm river were a large area of ​​dense long pine forest.

According to what we know, the Stian family that guards northern Xinjiang is equipped with nearly 5,000 cavalry troops because it is adjacent to Kujit and Miaoerdian, which are rich in war horses.

Especially since the Kugit War. With the assistance of the Myrdian people, the power of the Stian family expanded rapidly, from two counties to six counties now. The cavalry force has also expanded from 5,000 to 20,000." Of course, this is not what Salon is worried about. Although the cavalry is sharp, it cannot attack the strong fortress wall.

Salon is worried about something else, "The Dark Knight."

They are exiles from various kingdoms, either because they participated in rebellion, or because they offended people they shouldn't have offended, or because of family reasons, they were driven out.

They gathered in Wikiya, Kugit. On the edge of the prairie on the edge of the Three Kingdoms of Yin Erdian, their personal combat capabilities are very strong, because they betrayed the spirit of knights in order to survive. I am willing to hide myself in the dirty dark world. Therefore, he is also called the "Dark Fallen Knight"

"I hope they are just passing by!" Salon clapped his hands to comfort himself and dusted off the dust in his hands. Recently, the Stian family's army has been greatly mobilized. Although the scouts are only responsible for the reconnaissance mission within fifty miles, they have never been Clues of the Stian family were discovered in many subtle places.

, for example, some time ago, the 30,000 Stian family sneaked and climbed through the towering and dangerous upper reaches of the Snowy Mountains. It was because a scout accidentally discovered the Philanthus seeds that had fallen on the ground. This is a plant produced in the warm south. It cannot be grown and survived in the north. After boiling it thoroughly with boiling water, it was instilled with the seeds that were frozen by ice and snow. People have miraculous effects,

It would not be surprising to find this kind of plant in winter, but now it is warm spring, and large quantities of pine trees are transporting such things that cannot be planted. It is a bit of a problem. At least this dry southern plant will not survive in warm temperatures. The shelf life is only thirty days. Unless someone is crazy, no one will order in large quantities.

It was upon discovering this suspicion that the scout team finally discovered the troops of the Stian family who were gathering to climb over the snow-capped mountains, and immediately reported the situation to the legion headquarters.