Realm of Power

Lord Momo. Regarding this war, we need to discuss with the local snow mountains before we can decide. Please understand. I saw all the lords leaving. More than thirty snow lords also stood up,

Only a few followers of the Maumo family were left in the hall, standing behind Maumo Lavent. They were the commanders of the Maumo family army.

, “Father me.

Momo Lavent's face was red with embarrassment. I didn’t expect that the first small decision I made would be met with such a “cold reception”

"No explanation needed". Maumodain waved to him and said solemnly, "You are still young, you must know that as a leader. Any decision you make no longer represents you alone, now that the war has broken out! Whether you win or lose, . You must fight this war! Stand up tall. There is no room for retreat in our Maomo family! If you want to become the leader of the West, war is a lesson you must learn!"

"Yes, father! I know what to do!" Maumo Lavent nodded firmly. After sweeping away the hesitation and confusion just now, in Maumo Lavent's heart, his father Maumo Dayin was a god. With the support of his father Mao Modaine, this war is not completely unwinnable.

Maumo Lavent turned to several family servants behind him and said, "I believe you all heard it. This war concerns the family and the entire west! No matter who the opponent is, we must fight against it!"

"Master, please give me the order." A tall servant said with a determined expression.

"Good! You are worthy of being a warrior of my Maomo family!" Maomo Lavent patted his thick shoulder with an excited expression. "The terrain in the west is complex and the small Samoer army needs time to adapt. I believe they will not rush into the center of the wilderness soon." Womit, Lunkutai. You immediately lead the Maumo First Banner Regiment to station in Womit and coordinate with the local Ferenhai family to build a defense line!"

Mao Mo Lavent pointed to another follower and said, "Narifit, you lead the Mao Mo Second Flag Regiment to defend the wasteland fortress of Lunmifit Fort! Mao Mo Lavent's voice paused and suddenly raised his voice. I I will personally lead the Mao Mo Cavalry Flag Regiment to support you. Since Samor claims to fight against Salan City within ten days, we will tell them in a western way that this is wishful thinking!"

"We must win! We must win!" Affected by Maumo Lavente's excited demeanor, a dozen of the Maumo family's subordinates raised their hands and shouted

"I'm tired, I'll leave the things here to you." Mao Modayin looked at his son in front of him and the new generation of Mao Mo who grew up behind him and nodded secretly. Fortunately, this guy is not too bad, at least he knows how to inspire people! , Mao Modaine is worthy of being a generation of heroes who single-handedly created the west.

In the face of unfavorable situations, just a few words inspired the confidence and will of the new generation of the Maumo family.

Mao Modain walked into the side door of the hall with the support of several servants. The old housekeeper followed from behind and whispered in Mao Modain's ear with doubts on his face, "Sir, why don't we help these young people?" In fact, the relationship between us and Samor has not reached a situation that requires war. As long as we immediately send an envoy to explain, I believe there is still room for change! "

Maumodain looked at the old butler with turbid eyes, was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "Old Faith, you have to know that as a leader, Lavonte must learn what compromise is, although sometimes, this is better than defeat. It’s even more overwhelming!”

"Sir, do you really want to hand over the family to Master Lavonte?" The old butler's expression changed and he suddenly asked, "To be honest, even though Master Lavonte is forty years old, he is still so impulsive. Under the guidance of others, trouble may occur."

"Haha. There is no permanent family in the world! You followed me from the south, haven't you seen through this?" Mao Modain smiled calmly. "Although there are many men in our Mao Mo family, most of them are Some mediocre people with no ambitions. Although Lavonte is impulsive and full of expansionist remarks, they are what our Maumo family needs most right now.

The west now is no longer the desolate and peaceful west it was when you followed me here sixty years ago. You should have seen the meeting just now. The Maomo family's cultivation policy needs to be adjusted!

"Yes, Master!" The old butler lowered his head sadly, with complicated and unspeakable expressions flashing in his eyes.

"The ego sees that intrigue and ambition are spreading in this peaceful land. The relationship between the snowy mountain area and the wilderness area has further deteriorated! This may destroy the west!"

The corner of Maumoda's mouth moved, and he sighed and said, "You are right, the seven-colored leaves in the snow mountain are expanding rapidly. It is said that they have secretly signed a covenant. Sooner or later, the lords of the snow mountain will touch the interests of the wasteland lords! Civil war will make the West lose its power and become the prey of other powers.

This is also the reason why I finally made up my mind to let go. A lord without ambition will never have the chance to touch the glorious halo. Without a strong beating heart, the Maomo family will sooner or later fall into the prey of others! Lavonte's ambition could provide fuel for the family. Rather than letting it live in inaction, let it fly away! Let it fly!

"Can.

. Can. What if the family is defeated? "The old housekeeper looked hesitant, and finally plucked up the courage to say this taboo word.

"Defeat? Haha, there is no chance! It is certain." Maumoda's expression was gloomy, his skinny fingers clenched the scepter and shook it, as if he was saying these words with all his strength,

He looked at Old Faith with sharp eyes and said, "But we don't need to worry about this at all! Samor's enemy is not us! The west doesn't mean much to Samor. It can be seen from the letter Samor gave me that they need The smallest one is the western passage!”

"Passage?" the old housekeeper said with a stunned look on his face. "The west is backed by the Snowy Mountains, and the north is bordered by the Kugit wilderness. Could it be that Samor is going to attack the Kugit people!"

"That's not certain! Old Faith! Don't forget, the western wilderness is the territory of the Zuowei tribe." Maumoda grinned at the corners of his dry mouth. People who are familiar with him will know that this old man is smiling.

"The Kugit Left Guard King and Samor are old enemies! If Lavent is really defeated, we will give the right of passage to Samor. This may be a good thing for us in the west!"

"A good thing?" Old Faith's eyes were round and he seriously doubted whether his old master was suffering from some kind of hypothetical disease.

Maumodain raised his head and stared at a window on the roof with turbid eyes. The golden sunlight shone down from above, forming a hazy pillar of light. Countless dust moved up and down in the pillar of light like elves dancing up and down. …8. Pao Shuzhao; a different kind of body!

"Have you seen these dusts?" Mao Modaine pointed at the light spots in the light beam, turned around and said meaningfully

"The future is like these dust, always rising and falling in the light pillar of history! The same is true for the future of the west. Samor's attempt to open the western passage must be to find a trade route to the north. This is the future of the west!

"No way! The Zuowei tribe that controls the Western Wilderness will not let go of the Samour caravan!" The old butler said with a serious face, "Unless Samour wants to go to war with the Zuowei tribe again!"

"You are right!" Mao Modai nodded and said, "So Samoor will not embarrass our Mao Mo family, because he still needs us! In fact, I have already received a letter from the Kujit Royal Court. Letter. I have already made preparations for Samor’s western battle. I want this war to be the best opportunity for the Maomo family to enter the core of Samor’s power!”

northwest of hutak

The morning mist filled the land, and the white confusion made the western wilderness look a little desolate. I wonder if it was because the leaves had been washed clean. The forest looks greener after the falling snow. The golden morning light shines through the leaves, making it look hazy and beautiful. like a fairy tale world

The fat man opened the window of his bedroom in Hutalunku City, and the fresh morning air rushed into his face, mixed with the coolness of the morning breeze. There was not a trace of cloud in the blue sky, and the hot sun spread its flaming enthusiasm to the earth. The fat man took the mail from the guard,

"Grand Duke! Urgent report from Salan City!" A Samor guard opened the door, holding a dusty letter in his hand. It seemed that the messenger had been running for at least two consecutive nights. Such a rush situation made it difficult for him to The fat man couldn't help but frown slightly, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

The fat man opened the letter with a solemn expression, his face becoming more and more serious. After a while, the fat man raised his head and looked at the wasteland outside through the window for a long time. After a long time, he turned around and said to the guards behind him, "Send someone to notify the troops training on the border." , war broke out! Execute the tearing plan!"

Hundreds of majestic war horses galloped on the wasteland, and the gray earth spread under the flying hooves of the horses. The black cavalry were like a herd of antelopes migrating across the continent, kicking up a cloud of dust that filled the sky.

"Stop the whole team!" Captain Samor's cavalry in the lead waved his hand, reined in his horse at a crossroads, and ordered to the groups of Guards cavalry following behind him.

"Team Allen Fe! You go to Ventuc City, Team Nurento. You go to Sataris City! Remember, no matter what happens, you must rush back here to gather in the evening! Those who do not come back will die in battle. Report the treatment to the Corps Headquarters!”

"Yes!" Samor's cavalry nodded in response and quickly divided into three teams. One team was stationed at the ten-mile intersection, and the other two teams separated and rushed to their goals!

After receiving the letter sent back by Hu Keqili with fast horses, the six Samor main flag regiments of 50,000 men stationed on the western border crossed the western dividing line in the evening, led by the guides provided by the Jones family. , occupying three adjacent areas on the western border in one night,

Then the troops divided into three groups and plunged straight into the Western Alliance's belly like a sharp blade into the Womit Wasteland. In order to minimize resistance, Fatty decided to adopt a policy of fighting and pulling back the lords in the western hinterland. He pressed forward with heavy troops and secretly sent envoys to persuade these weak lords to surrender.