Realm of Power

call! The name of the Samor scout cavalry galloped from a distance in the sound of wind and waved the red document representing the scout intelligence in the earthquake. The horse stopped in front of the guards beside the fat man. "Urgent report! Hutak's army has passed five In Tangbol Town, the scout squadron has fully withdrawn to avoid being exposed!"

"Not bad! Tell Hu Keqili that as soon as the enemy comes out of the mountain pass, he immediately follows the attack plan and quickly leads the ambush second squadron to defeat the enemy cluster." The fat man withdrew his gaze and handed the order book in his hand to the scout.

"I will lead the main force of the cavalry to launch a powerful attack from the front and destroy the enemy's last resistance!" The fat man continued with an emphasis, "Remember, the forward cavalry will follow the defeated army into the west. No matter what obstacles are encountered, Hutaluncu cannot be captured. Let Hu Keqili lift his head and come to me."

The scout carried the order book, and the war horse turned into a small black dot in the distance and quickly disappeared into the depths of the wilderness.

The fat man was riding a horse, standing on the top of the hill, looking at the vast wilderness in the distance. The stacked hills were like a layer of pale smoke floating in the air. Beyond that was the territory of the Western Alliance, which was the site of this battle. The main battlefield, the beautiful and wild scenery in front of him, made it difficult for Fatty to conceal the stirring feelings in his heart: "Who is in charge of the ups and downs of this vast land?"

Fatty had his own plans for the first battle of the Western War.

Westerners have always been xenophobic. Even the several western families who took the initiative to ask Samor to send troops this time only allowed Samor to lead his troops in after the Northern Stian army entered the west. Moreover, entry was subject to restrictions.

For such a harsh request, Fatty could have completely refused and let the Westerners fight to the death with Stian before taking action. At that time, as long as he waved his hand, the tens of thousands of well-prepared Samor army would sweep these people away like a flood. The vast land is submerged, and the red flames of war will ignite this ancient land.

With the weak strength in the west, it can take up to a month. The whole west would fall into Samour's hands

However, this kind of occupation will inevitably cause a strong backlash from the xenophobic westerners. Most of the westerners who can gain a foothold in this desolate land are unruly people. Fatty often feels a headache for these westerners who may rebel at any time.

Forceful pressure is inappropriate, and there is no way to win over others.

Fatty has been looking for an opportunity. He originally wanted to assemble an army under the Jones family and then use the influence of the Jones family under the dual pressure of military and politics. To win some supporters for himself in the west,

But the Kujits intervened. And this sudden rebellion made Fatty see a problem clearly.

The reality of the West was not as previously considered. It is a solid iron plate,

Conflicts among the various families there also exist, with the Hutak family benefiting, and the Western Alliance as a whole seeking help from Samour. Still secretly targeting Samour's allies is a disregard for the overall situation, and the Western Alliance can only express an indifferent attitude towards this situation. This is good news for Samor. As long as there is a struggle, there will be a breakthrough gap.

This reminds the fat man who is still having a headache that the Western Alliance does not have strong binding force on the lords. This shows that when it comes to the western issue, these lords in the west are the most critical core.

Instead of using a soft attitude to win the support of the wealthy locals in the west who have high ambitions and low abilities, Mu Moore should use a tough attitude and show Mu Muer's strength at the appropriate time.

Let these wealthy locals in the west know. His own courtyard wall is not strong, and Samor's sword can easily cut off their heads like tofu.

Strength can play a very good role at certain times. In the face of this danger, the western lords will definitely be divided in attitude. This is an excellent benefit for Samor to take over the west.

Instead of fighting all or pulling all out, it is better to take advantage of the internal conflicts of the Western Alliance to collapse. As long as the Kugits do not forcefully intervene, the West will fall under the control of Satsumaji.

"Madam, look!" A Samorian guard suddenly pointed into the distance and shouted, and saw a group of infantry with messy equipment appearing at the mountain pass.

"Mercenary?" The fat man looked strange. He didn't expect to see the western army for the first time. With such a virtue, the infantry group in the distance were obviously mercenaries with poor equipment. Most of the equipment were leather armor and wooden shields. The formation was scattered and messy. The troops of several thousand people were dragged out for more than ten miles. This They weren't here to fight. It was like a group of bandits from a certain mountain came out for a walk.

"Sir, this is not surprising. The west cannot be compared with the prosperous areas of the kingdom. The population is not only sparse but also very unevenly distributed. Territories with a population of tens of thousands are large, and some small lords only have hundreds of people, one manor! One manor! The valley may all be one lord.”

On the contrary, Officer Jones, who was serving as a guide next to him, explained calmly, "It is a tradition to use mercenaries as an army in the West! The large number of adventurers in the West has just filled the gap in the lack of personnel. Many family armies have mercenaries." There are shadows of soldiers and mercenaries, and even some family armies are mercenaries on weekdays. When they are called up during wars, they become an army."

"Haha! I didn't expect this tradition to exist in the West!" Fatty smiled with relief. Officer Jones's words were basically consistent with the intelligence collected by Fatty. According to the intelligence from the scouts, the Hutak family, one of the powerful powers in the west, only has 5,000 family troops, and they are mainly infantry, and the rest are all mercenaries.

"Order to prepare to attack!" The fat man held a sword from his waist, and the mercenaries who were passing through the mountain pass shouted in disorder. Like a group of wild ducks, they rushed towards the military camp guarding the entrance to the hill.

According to the promise of the Hutak family, they only wanted to take down the main fortress of the Jones family and allow them to plunder for three days.

Thinking of the castle full of property opening its doors to them, and thinking of those beautiful ladies and ladies who were about to become their benefactors, these mercenaries felt their blood boiling, not knowing that they were walking into a death trap. The mercenaries who rushed halfway stopped in confusion. The hills in front of them were not high. Through the sunshine, the mercenaries found that the military camp above was empty, with only a dozen cavalry guarding a fat man. Looking at themselves with cold eyes, it was like looking at a dead person. This strange scene made the mercenaries feel a sense of danger.

Little rush up! Rush forward! Occupy the military camp! One silver coin each! "The infantry captains of Hutak's army encouraged loudly, waving weapons in their hands and rushing to the front.

Countless mercenaries wielded a variety of miscellaneous weapons. Shouting loudly and following behind,

Even the fat man above can't stand it. Is such an army considered an army? This is simply a bunch of refugees! No wonder they were overwhelmed by the 30,000 troops from Northern Stien, and they came to beg for help! The difference is too outrageous!

"Be prepared to attack." Fatty took a deep breath and saw that most of the enemies had passed through the mountain pass. The sword in his hand was suddenly put down, "dong dong dong". A fierce and neat sound of broken drums came from behind the hills of the camp.

The 6,000 Samor cavalry hiding on the back of the hill slowly emerged from the top of the hill, their horse hooves trampling the ground, and their fine mail armor shone in the sun, as if a wall of light suddenly stood on the top of the hill.

"Cavalry! There is cavalry." The sudden appearance of a large number of cavalry stunned the mercenaries who were rushing halfway. The momentum that was so high just now has completely dropped to the freezing point.

"Xiao Lue!" The neat sound of drawing knives resounded through the hills, and the shining swords brought chills from the heart, frightening the mercenaries who retreated in panic. The scattered formation was completely in disarray.

"Run quickly. Some mercenaries have already started to turn around and run away. When encountering a group of cavalry in this wide area, even a fool knows what the result will be. Even if they are not killed, they will be trampled to pieces by the horses. This makes other The soldiers completely lost their will to fight, and thousands of people fell into chaos.

The shouts of shouting and screaming were like a noisy downtown. There were also some experienced mercenaries, shouting "Gather together!"

. "Kill." Hu Keqili rushed out with the Samor cavalry who had been hiding behind the hills. The flying horse hooves covered the dust in the sky. The sword hovering in his hand was like a high-speed moving wall of killing knives.

The distance of fifty meters was completely met and he suddenly crashed into the group of mercenaries in the middle. The swords were flying, heads were rolling, and a large group of mercenaries fell down.

"Ah" before hundreds of mercenaries let out a miserable howl, they were trampled under the hooves of the rushing war horses, and their bodies mixed with blood were kicked out and rolled on the slope.

Hu Keqili took the lead. After killing three mercenaries in a row, he suddenly saw a Hutak military flag moving rapidly about ten meters away from him. A dozen well-equipped cavalry were guarding a pale-faced General Hutak. General Ke was shouting something angrily, and the chaotic defeated army almost cut off his retreat.

"Don't let him go, little one! Kill him with all your strength." Hu Keqili used his knife to deflect a stabbing spear. Shouting in his mouth, the war horse galloped over, and the sword in his hand turned into a ray of cold light and struck off the head of a horrified Hutak guard.

"Who are you". Huta Krensi looked at the enemy who rushed forward with an expression of panic. His arm hurriedly pulled out a long sword inlaid with gems from his waist.

This ambush was so sudden that the second-in-command of the Hutak family still didn’t know who he was fighting.

"Protect Lord Hutak! Protect Lord Hutak!" Other Hutak guards quickly gathered around. They are all the lord's guards, and their equipment and skills are beyond the capabilities of ordinary soldiers.

"Front!" The Samor cavalry and guards who followed later strangled together, isolating them like a wall.

"The ego is Samor's guard Huko Chili! Pick up your sword." Hu Keqili looked at General Hutak in front of him, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and raised the bloody sword in his hand high. The compelling killing intention made Hutakrens retreat again and again.

"What are you going to do!" The long sword in Huta Kerens's hand was trembling. He was just a civil servant of the family and was mainly responsible for the family's territorial affairs. If the incident hadn't happened suddenly this time, the family patriarch was not in the territory, and he wouldn't have been able to turn. When he came to lead the army, he thought it would be an easy invasion battle, but he did not expect that he would be ambushed inexplicably.

. What to do? . Hu Keqili looked at the enemy generals who were retreating continuously, and felt funny in his heart. How could an army led by such a person remain undefeated? It's a pity that you don't die! The Grand Duke wants my head!

. Go to hell." Hu Keqili's face was cold, and the sword in his hand suddenly slashed down, and the sharp blade cut into Huta Kerens' collarbone. An arc was drawn, and the human head was cut off by the blade mixed with bone residue.

"Your Lord Hutak is dead!" Hu Keqi raised the head of Hutakrens high and shouted to the stunned enemy.