Realm of Power

Two Moors! , Stian Tuzisa looked at the military formation below. He looked extremely excited, and looked at the plains below the mountain with a pair of bright eyes. The battle flag in the distance was fluttering in the wind, making the falcon above look even more ferocious.

"You are really brave! Are you here? The kingdom hunts Dustin!" Stian Tuxa clenched his fingers into fists and almost said these words through gritted teeth.

Although no one said it, Stian Tuxa could read a lot of information from the battle flag on the opposite side. The other side was provoking!

Only one person in the Samor army can possess such an arrogant battle flag, and that is the supreme commander of the Samor army, the undefeated God of War who dominates the kingdom, and the Grand Duke of the Falcon Principality.

Standing such a battle flag high on the ground fully reflects the opponent's commander-in-chief's confidence in victory.

This is the first time that Stian Tuxa has truly faced this legendary king and god. It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous. Stian Tuxa is not an arrogant fool with an exaggerated nature. Compared with the first place,

Samor's undefeated record was achieved with the piles of corpses of his enemies.

Whether it was the once glorious southern clan Dardanelle or the rising star of the Kyoto private army, the sudden rise of Fatty Samor will always be the final winner.

This time, Stian Tuxa personally led the 50,000 main force to set up a decisive battle formation at the Vatu Pass. It was also well thought out. The Vatu natural barrier can restrain the strong long-range attack power of the Samor army and exert the strength of the Stian army for many years. The powerful infantry defense capabilities formed by fighting with the Kujit people in the north

A gust of mountain wind blew by, and the battle flag of Stian Boreas Banshee behind him was blown slightly by the howling wind. The cool mountain wind slapped his face, but Stian Tuxa could not calm down the depression in his heart.

"I will not lose! I must not lose! I am the final winner of the Wattu Pass." Stian Tuxa whispered secretly, but looking at the dark Samor army formation at the foot of the mountain, he still felt short of breath.

"Bang!" There was a clash of mails from the bottom of the mountain. The Samor army formation in the distance suddenly stopped. The two small front Samor heavy infantry formations simultaneously deployed 200 meters away from the Watu Pass.

"Put up the shield!" The Samorian heavy infantry at the forefront vigorously inserted the heavy siege shield in their hands into the soft soil under their feet. The tight and compact three-layer shield wall shone coldly in the sun.

"Papa" groups of neat cavalry troops emerged from both sides of the military formation,

The mail armor of six thousand light rangers shone with a heart-stopping cold light in the sun, like two sharp blades that could be unsheathed at any time, arranged on both sides of the military formation.

"Crossbow!" The five thousand strong crossbowmen who followed were like falcon wings spread out from the center. A handful of powerful foot-operated infantry crossbows were pulled with a creaking sound, and the iron arrows bursting with cold light burst from the crossbow slot. Revealed, it looks like a dense patch of light spots from a distance.

"Sniper Longbow Formation!" Stian took a breath of air as he looked at the familiar Samor army formation in front of him, and the corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally. The huge falcon battle flag fluttering in the wind in the distance looked so dazzling at the moment. , coupled with the military formation below, which carries an oppressive pressure, this strange military formation with a deep murderous intent in front of it has already become famous with the numerous military exploits of the Samor army.

"Block Longbow Formation!" The strongest battle formation of Samor's army. The strangely separated crossbow wings are like two extended killing lines, which can maximize Samor's powerful long-range attack power.

Stian Tuxa's understanding of this formation can be said to be unforgettable. Two months ago, at the north gate of the former royal capital of Cresdo, it was this weird formation that brought him 20,000 elite kills of Stian. His blood flowed into a river, completely burying his once ambitious ambitions.

"Block the Longbow Formation!" Stian Tuxa will always remember this name

Countless Stian warriors across the north stood in front of the crossbows that blocked the sky and the sun on both sides of the Samor army formation. Just like Gang. Newborn babies are generally fragile,

The thick mail armor was easily penetrated by the dense arrowheads, and the rain of arrows pouring out from the left and right sides made the shields of the infantry accustomed to the front line completely useless."

The brave northern warriors didn't even have a chance to fight the enemy, and were shot into hedgehogs by countless arrows that passed by. The charging soldiers didn't even touch the edge of the enemy, and fell in pieces in front of the crossbows.

However, the so-called first general could only watch helplessly as they were slaughtered and drowned by the black tide of soldiers. Stian Tuxa still clearly remembers that in order to protect himself, the so-called North Army's Lun Hu shooter A squadron leader was hit by eighteen arrows. He finally fell to the ground and was shot dead by the opponent's crossbow on his head.

This is the deepest nightmare of Stian Tuxa. Every time he dreams of the tragedy of that day, Stian Tuxa will still wake up from his sleep covered in cold sweat, and "hiss" Stian Tuxa takes a deep breath. The cold air in the air and the dull pain in his back made Stian Tuxa wake up from his meditation. It was an arrow wound that had not yet closed, and bright red blood penetrated from Stian Tuxa's back.

"Order the ambush troops on both sides of the mountain road to prepare! No one is allowed to be exposed without my order!" Stian Tuxa looked at the Samor army getting closer and closer, with cold murderous intent in his eyes. ,

Four skirmisher lines, hundreds of heavy trebuchets, countless mountain traps, and 50,000 Sijian'an troops have already turned this natural danger into a killing trap.

"Order to stop advancing!" The fat man looked at the unusual calm on the mountain pass on the opposite side. He couldn't help but frown and said to the messenger behind him, "Command the crossbow formation to the front. Three rounds of rapid fire!"

"Woo!" Hearing the sound of trombones from behind, the Samor army formation that was still moving slowly stopped.

"Target! Two hundred meters ahead, three rounds of rapid fire!" There was a shout in front of the Samor army formation. Hundreds of Samor crossbow captains kept shouting, and the sound of strong bow strings behind them kept making the sound of raindrops. .

"Huh!" A black cloud of arrows was like a swarm of locusts rising from the horizon, overwhelmingly blocking the sunlight in the sky. Hundreds of fuel bombs with long tails of smoke rushed out from the thick fog that filled the plain below.

Like a comet streaking across the sky, it hit the bare mountaintop camp.

"Bang!" Several Stian guard towers near the outer edge of the mountain pass were smashed by dense fireballs. The wooden structures collapsed in the firelight, which caused a commotion in the Stian army who were waiting solemnly behind.

Mi wins! Must win! "The forward heavy infantrymen of Samor shouted and banged the shields in their hands, and waves of shouts resounded through the sky like a sea wave, pressing towards the mountain pass.

The dense spears and layers of shields below make the entire military formation look like a slowly moving steel behemoth.

Two Moors! , Stian Tuzisa looked at the military formation below. He looked extremely excited, and looked at the plains below the mountain with a pair of bright eyes. The battle flag in the distance was fluttering in the wind, making the falcon above look even more ferocious.

"You are really brave! Are you here? The kingdom hunts Dustin!" Stian Tuxa clenched his fingers into fists and almost said these words through gritted teeth.

Although no one said it, Stian Tuxa could read a lot of information from the battle flag on the opposite side. The other side was provoking!

Only one person in the Samor army can possess such an arrogant battle flag, and that is the supreme commander of the Samor army, the undefeated God of War who dominates the kingdom, and the Grand Duke of the Falcon Principality.

Standing such a battle flag high on the ground fully reflects the opponent's commander-in-chief's confidence in victory.

This is the first time that Stian Tuxa has truly faced this legendary king and god. It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous. Stian Tuxa is not an arrogant fool with an exaggerated nature. Compared with the first place,

Samor's undefeated record was achieved with the piles of corpses of his enemies.

Whether it was the once glorious southern clan Dardanelle or the rising star of the Kyoto private army, the sudden rise of Fatty Samor will always be the final winner.

This time, Stian Tuxa personally led the 50,000 main force to set up a decisive battle formation at the Vatu Pass. It was also well thought out. The Vatu natural barrier can restrain the strong long-range attack power of the Samor army and exert the strength of the Stian army for many years. The powerful infantry defense capabilities formed by fighting with the Kujit people in the north

A gust of mountain wind blew by, and the battle flag of Stian Boreas Banshee behind him was blown slightly by the howling wind. The cool mountain wind slapped his face, but Stian Tuxa could not calm down the depression in his heart.

"I will not lose! I must not lose! I am the final winner of the Wattu Pass." Stian Tuxa whispered secretly, but looking at the dark Samor army formation at the foot of the mountain, he still felt short of breath.

"Bang!" There was a clash of mails from the bottom of the mountain. The Samor army formation in the distance suddenly stopped. The two small front Samor heavy infantry formations simultaneously deployed 200 meters away from the Watu Pass.

"Put up the shield!" The Samorian heavy infantry at the forefront vigorously inserted the heavy siege shield in their hands into the soft soil under their feet. The tight and compact three-layer shield wall shone coldly in the sun.

"Papa" groups of neat cavalry troops emerged from both sides of the military formation,

The mail armor of six thousand light rangers shone with a heart-stopping cold light in the sun, like two sharp blades that could be unsheathed at any time, arranged on both sides of the military formation.

"Crossbow!" The five thousand strong crossbowmen who followed were like falcon wings spread out from the center. A handful of powerful foot-operated infantry crossbows were pulled with a creaking sound, and the iron arrows bursting with cold light burst from the crossbow slot. Revealed, it looks like a dense patch of light spots from a distance.

"Sniper Longbow Formation!" Stian took a breath of air as he looked at the familiar Samor army formation in front of him, and the corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally. The huge falcon battle flag fluttering in the wind in the distance looked so dazzling at the moment. , coupled with the military formation below, which carries an oppressive pressure, this strange military formation with a deep murderous intent in front of it has already become famous with the numerous military exploits of the Samor army.

"Block Longbow Formation!" The strongest battle formation of Samor's army. The strangely separated crossbow wings are like two extended killing lines, which can maximize Samor's powerful long-range attack power.

Stian Tuxa's understanding of this formation can be said to be unforgettable. Two months ago, at the north gate of the former royal capital of Cresdo, it was this weird formation that brought him 20,000 elite kills of Stian. His blood flowed into a river, completely burying his once ambitious ambitions.

"Block the Longbow Formation!" Stian Tuxa will always remember this name

Countless Stian warriors across the north stood in front of the crossbows that blocked the sky and the sun on both sides of the Samor army formation. Just like Gang. Newborn babies are generally fragile,

The thick mail armor was easily penetrated by the dense arrowheads, and the rain of arrows pouring out from the left and right sides made the shields of the infantry accustomed to the front line completely useless."

The brave northern warriors didn't even have a chance to fight the enemy, and were shot into hedgehogs by countless arrows that passed by. The charging soldiers didn't even touch the edge of the enemy, and fell in pieces in front of the crossbows.

However, the so-called number one general could only watch helplessly as they were slaughtered and drowned by the black tide of soldiers. Stian Tuxa still clearly remembers that in order to protect himself, the North Army's notorious shooter A squadron leader was hit by eighteen arrows. He finally fell to the ground and was shot dead by the opponent's crossbow on his head.

This is the deepest nightmare of Stian Tuxa. Every time he dreams of the tragedy of that day, Stian Tuxa will still wake up from his sleep covered in cold sweat, and "hiss" Stian Tuxa takes a deep breath. The cold air in the air and the dull pain in his back made Stian Tuxa wake up from his meditation. It was an arrow wound that had not yet closed, and bright red blood penetrated from Stian Tuxa's back.

"Order the ambush troops on both sides of the mountain road to prepare! No one is allowed to be exposed without my order!" Stian Tuxa looked at the Samor army getting closer and closer, with cold murderous intent in his eyes. ,

Four skirmisher lines, hundreds of heavy trebuchets, countless mountain traps, and 50,000 Sijian'an troops have already turned this natural danger into a killing trap.

"Order to stop advancing!" The fat man looked at the unusual calm on the mountain pass on the opposite side. He couldn't help but frown and said to the messenger behind him, "Command the crossbow formation to the front. Three rounds of rapid fire!"

"Woo!" Hearing the sound of trombones from behind, the Samor army formation that was still moving slowly stopped.

"Target! Two hundred meters ahead, three rounds of rapid fire!" There was a shout in front of the Samor army formation. Hundreds of Samor crossbow captains kept shouting, and the sound of strong bow strings behind them kept making the sound of raindrops. .

"Huh!" A black cloud of arrows was like a swarm of locusts rising from the horizon, overwhelmingly blocking the sunlight in the sky. Hundreds of fuel bombs with long tails of smoke rushed out from the thick fog that filled the plain below.

Like a comet streaking across the sky, it hit the bare mountaintop camp.

"Bang!" Several Stian guard towers near the outer edge of the mountain pass were smashed by dense fireballs. The wooden structures collapsed in the firelight, which caused a commotion in the Stian army who were waiting solemnly behind.

Mi wins! Must win! "The forward heavy infantrymen of Samor shouted and banged the shields in their hands, and waves of shouts resounded through the sky like a sea wave, pressing towards the mountain pass.

The dense spears and layers of shields below make the entire military formation look like a slowly moving steel behemoth.