Realm of Power

Roll up the young leaves of the tree. The quiet Atele River shimmers with silver light in the sky. The green earth is mixed with wild flowers of various colors growing on both sides of the river bank. Rows of horses tied with trees are placed on the river bank. There are hundreds of them. The high platform stands on the river dam like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

The figure of the Samor crossbowman can be vaguely seen above. There are ridges, rows of fences, and heavy crossbows distributed at the four corners. Backed by the towering northern fortress, the black stones are mixed with gray hard soil. A hundred Temporary earthen platforms were arranged along the river embankment, and the glimmering spears and arrowheads made any attempt to force them Enemies crossing the river must weigh it in their hearts first. The torches whistled in the night wind, and red sparks popped out from the top. The mails of the patrolling soldiers shone brightly in the dark night, shaking. The shadow is reflected on the wooden fence on the river bank. The night is like water, but there is a strong murderous intent.

Luai has been traveling to the other side of the river for six days and returned to the fortress this morning. This timid guy used his own unique method to hold back the Yin Erdian army that was preparing to go south for six days. He purchased a large amount of money in the town across the river. The cattle and sheep were then sent to the Myridian people who were gathering, claiming that they were sent by Governor Samour himself to comfort the army.

This made Commander Yin Erdian, who wanted to attack, dumbfounded and had to give up the original attack plan. It was time to advance more cautiously. The troops that had been assembled urgently began to slow down. Six days passed like this. When the Yin Erdian army set off, this guy with a trace of the cunning genes of the Falcon family was already in trouble. 's running back.

The sound of horse hooves came from the other side of the river, which attracted the attention of the sentry along the river. "Enemy!" shouted the Samor patrol, and quickly rang the watch tower bell in his hand.

"Woooo!" The trombones of the Samor military camp rang out, and countless soldiers emerged from the military camp. The Samor infantry captains ran out of the tents with their soldiers. The high platform where only a few crossbowmen were standing guard just now was quickly occupied by the soldiers. They were standing densely packed.

"Crossbow!" Captain Samor's crossbow squadron shouted. The neat sound of the bowstrings of the infantry crossbows was like a burst of dense raindrops hitting the ground in the dark night. A series of ferocious-looking heavy-duty crossbow vehicles were pushed out by the soldiers. A cold light flashed behind the fence, "Quick! Array! Array!" Spears flashing with cold light stretched out from the gaps in the fence.

Clusters of black shadows appeared on the opposite river embankment with the sound of wind, silver armor shining brightly, the neighing of war horses mixed with human voices, and then, the sound of heavy footsteps stepped on the ground. Groups of stern-looking heavy infantry drove out from the valley in the distance with murderous intent.

The dense spears were like a towering forest, and the mail armor on their bodies made a rustling sound. Even the waves of the river could not cover up the sound. Groups of troops appeared continuously from the mouth of the canyon, quickly filling up the large open space on the other side of the river. At a glance, All I could see were black heads, which made my scalp numb.

"***! Finally here!" Salon stared at the enemy in the distance, one eye shining brightly, five fingers clenched tightly, and the broad joints made a crisp sound. The excitement that had not been felt for a long time was reviving in his body.

"Go forward, use the sword in your hand to split a path to victory!" This is Saron's favorite words when he leads the Samor Guards.

"Damn! There are so many people!" A Samor soldier swallowed nervously. The other Samor soldiers also stared at the enemy opposite with stern expressions, clenching their hands holding the spears. The war has broken out, and soon this river beach will turn into a battlefield of killing.

Although they already knew that the enemy was large in number this time, seeing the troops constantly pouring out still made many Samor soldiers feel frightened. The enemy on the opposite side seemed to be doing this on purpose. Each queue was arranged in a strict manner, with a solemn appearance and a solemn step. They came closer at a neat pace, so it was more like a military parade than a fight, and there was an unspeakable weirdness about it.

No one of the Samor soldiers spoke. In fact, they were a little shocked. There were people on the opposite bank of the river, and the silver mail armor was like a sparkling wave in the moonlight. Even the Atele River in front of them was like a sparkling wave. They were inferior, the air was depressing, and the smell of war made everyone feel like a stone was pressing on their chests. Only blood and strenuous assassinations could make this feeling better. This bloody murderous intention was spreading in the chests of the Samor soldiers.

"You bastard! There are so many amazing people! Only those who have the ability to come and fight are cruel!" Someone in the queue cursed, and the loud and harsh voice caused a burst of laughter. The depressing atmosphere seemed to be diluted by the laughter.

"What on earth does the opponent want to do!" Salon stared at more and more enemies in the distance and frowned inwardly. The first thing to fight in a battle is momentum. The opponent put on a huge scene. There are already more than 10,000 people in sight now. Troops are still coming out in a steady stream. It seems that this time Miao Erdian's troops are suppressed by the entire army! This small river beach is about to become a battlefield for hundreds of thousands of people.

"Damn, I really want to use the God of Thunder to blast him!" Looking at the black heads, Salon licked his lips with a depressed expression, his teeth biting a mark on his lips. Such a dense queue, let alone the God of Thunder. It's a heavy crossbow

Scan a large area,

But the enemy on the opposite side just drove out slowly and stopped on the other side of the river, like a beautiful woman who had taken off her clothes. She kept posing on the other side of the river but couldn't get over. Salon felt itchy in his heart. If it weren't for the broad love, With the Terai River blocking the way, Salon might have already led his troops to counterattack.

Adjutant Ketelai came over from the front position and whispered in front of Salon with a strange expression, "Sir, I think this situation is wrong! Although the enemy is said to be one hundred thousand, we are all familiar with the river beach in front, let alone ten thousand , being able to spread out 30,000 people is already the limit. According to the queue, this number has already been exceeded, but the enemy's reinforcements are still coming out in a steady stream. Could it be that they have all squeezed into the river? "

"Huh?" Salon's face was stunned, and his heart was shocked. The adjutant was right. This river beach is so big. Even if the Miao Erdians were to arrange their troops, they would not be able to line up so many people.

Oh shit! No wonder it made such a big fuss and almost got fooled! Salon's face turned cold. Although this was the narrowest section of the river, Miao Erdian's army might be divided into two groups, one to hold him back, and another to sneak across the river from other places. When the time comes, he would be attacked from both sides. If you can lead your troops back to the fortress, you will suffer heavy losses! It seems that the Yin Erdian army can become the number one army in the mainland, and it does have some ability! "

"Damn, it's not that easy to take advantage of me!" Salon cursed secretly, rolled his eyes, and whispered a few instructions in the ear of adjutant Ketaili, who was stunned for a moment. He looked at Salon as if he had seen a ghost, and breathed in cold air. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said to Salon, "Sir, you are too insidious!"

On the other side of the river, a pair of shrewd eyes were looking at the Samor army camp on the other side of the river with great interest. "This is the rumored Samor army! It's nothing more than that!" Looking at the nervous expressions of the Samor soldiers on the other side, , a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of Misoya's mouth,

As the knight commander of the Second Knights of the Northern Army of Yin Erdian. One of the ten army commanders of the Kingdom of Yin Erdian, and the commander-in-chief of the revenge campaign against Wikiya, Mizoya, known as the prairie fox, did not think that this Samorian army of only about 20,000 people could give him How much trouble does the plan bring?

Quickly defeat the defenders, and blitz the main force of the Samor army that is fighting hard in Kyoto, Vikia. At that time, they will cooperate with the troops of the Stian family who have arrived in Kyoto, occupy Kyoto, and use force to support the pro-Myrtian family on Vikia. By then, the entire southwestern part of the continent will become a vassal of Miao Erdian. What an honor and military honor this is!

"How long have Levins's cavalry been setting out?" Misoya asked the knight behind him in a low voice. This battle plan was drawn up by Misoya himself.

The infantry used the cover of night to create a huge momentum to attract the attention of the Samor army. Levins, the commander of the 10th Knights, personally led 20,000 cavalry across the upper reaches of the Atele River and attacked the Samor army's defense line from the side. Most of the Samorian troops were infantry. When they encountered the charge of a group of cavalry in the dark night, there was only one way to die. Misoya narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to have seen the corpses of the Samorian soldiers on the opposite side strewn across the field.

"Two hours. Judging from the time, we can launch a flank attack in half an hour at most!" Adjutant Krebs responded with a respectful nod.

As a child of a hereditary general family, Krebs had to admit it. The combat plan this time was almost flawless, with murderous intent hidden in its rigor, leaving the opponent with no choice.

Even if the Samor army on the opposite side sees through the trap, Levins has already bought time. By the time they react, they will have no choice but to retreat and wait for death.

Once they retreat, the entire river bank defense line will become a display, and the Myridian army can easily overcome this natural danger. When the time comes, the army will besiege the city. How will the Samor soldiers struggle in front of the well-equipped Yinerdian army that is five times their size? To no avail.

Unfortunately, judging from the current situation, the Samor army on the opposite side does not seem to have discovered this trap. Their faces are tense and flashing with determination. Soon they will turn into minced meat under the iron hoofs of Lord Levins's horse,

Commander Levins, who led the side attack this time, was a famous cavalry general in the Yin Erdian Northern Army. His skillful cavalry tactics were even inferior to those of the Kugits.

"Poor Samor barbarian!" Krebs shook his head secretly. Suddenly, Mizoya in front of him turned around, his bright eyes startled Krebs, and his face was embarrassed.

"Krebs!" Mizoya pointed to the commotion of the Samor army on the other side of the river, and said in a deep voice, "The other side must have discovered our problem. You should lead the troops across the river immediately. No matter what, you must stop at Levins." Before the cavalry arrives, pin the Samor to the river bank!"

Baozi recently found that he was a little absent-minded, and what he wrote seemed to be trying to make up the word count. In fact, I wrote this article last night, and I was not very satisfied with it. I revised it greatly this morning, and I can barely pass it! Just trained!