Realm of Power

When I heard the report from the guard outside the tent, I couldn't help but froze. The hand that was holding the buttons on my armor also stopped, and I turned back to look at the guard's face with a solemn expression.

"You mean the special envoy of the Western Alliance asked to see me? The fat man looked serious and asked in a solemn voice, "When did the special envoy of the Western Alliance arrive at the military camp! "Why didn't I get a timely report? Whose idea was it to receive someone without permission?"

The fat man asked several questions in succession, and everyone could hear the anger of the adults. None of the guards dared to bite. The fat man stared at the guards with cold eyes, breaking out in cold sweat.

The guard quickly knelt down and responded, "My lord, the special envoy from the Western Alliance arrived in the morning. At that time, my lord was commanding the battle at Watu Pass. The person escorting the envoy this time was Captain Aite. He specifically asked me not to disturb your lord." ! Lord Lidakus has already received them in the central army tent. I want you to come and tell me immediately whether you need to receive them?"

"Oh, this guy Lidakus is not good at fighting. He has to run harder than anyone else for this kind of thing!" The fat man sighed helplessly and waved his hand to the pale guard. "Get up." I know that Aite used to be your captain. For this reason, go and get the thirty sticks yourself!"

"Thank you, sir!" Konoe wiped the cold sweat from his head and left in embarrassment.

This kind of failure to report in strict accordance with the procedures is relatively common in the Samor army. Fatty has not encountered it once or twice.

When you are outside, your orders will be ignored. This is an ancient law.

What's more, it's still a front line where fighter planes are fleeting. Fatty still maintains a relatively tolerant attitude in many cases.

Just like the Battle of the Northern Fortress that took place on the northern frontier in mid-May, Legion Commander Salon, who was supposed to stand firm and wait for reinforcements, modified Fatty's battle layout without authorization. Take the initiative to lead troops to ambush the river beach defense line,

Fatty only got the news ten days later.

Fortunately, he won the battle. If Salon was defeated, Fatty himself wouldn't know how to clean up this difficult situation!

"***Salon!" After losing Hupola, Yin Erdian will definitely take this opportunity to counterattack the hinterland of Samor from both the Northern Fortress and Dehrim.

By that time, not only will Samor's newly consolidated border counties be completely lost, but even the good situation surrounding Kyoto will take a turn for the worse.

It was June in the summer, but the fat man broke out in a cold sweat and scolded all the Samor generals on the spot for a whole morning. That day, the Samor army was so brave that they broke through two fortresses outside Kyoto.

Knowing that he was causing trouble, Saron took refuge in the northern fortress and was scolded by a group of colleagues.

However, even for such a bold act, Fatty could only consider the overall situation and chose to reprimand him, asking Salon to hand over half of the loot to the legion headquarters to end the problem, and posted a supervisor, fearing that this hot-headed war fanatic would do it again. Muddy.

The leader of the Et Banner who accepted the Western Alliance envoy without authorization this time is also an old man among the Guards. He was the squadron leader of the first batch of Samor Guards. Like Salon, he came from the mercenary class and has experienced many bloody battles. He fights bravely, but his personality is careless and unkempt.

During the Kyoto City Battle at the end of May, he injured his right ankle and had to transfer to the local flag regiment for training.

This time Fatty temporarily expanded the Western Legion and urgently needed a group of experienced veterans to take up important positions in the new legion. Aite, who had been trained locally, was reused again. Became the commander of the newly established Second Flag Regiment of the Western Army

However, it is a luxury to expect these battlefield warriors who are from the common class and have not received formal education to handle problems like experienced political officers.

In the local government of Samor, the army, government affairs and business are separated from each other. The political officer is appointed by the Grand Duke of Zhivadin and is responsible for the normal local government affairs. The business alliance is responsible for the local business alliance. The army is directly under the jurisdiction of the Samor garrison. The Er Corps Headquarters is responsible for maintaining public security and basic combat support tasks in various places.

Fatty has always pursued the policy of "bringing political power out of the barrel of a gun". The army is Samor's most powerful weapon. Any force that attempts to get involved will be destroyed by thunder.

This is also true. As long as you control the army, everything is under control.

Unfortunately, due to the busy war, Fatty did not have the extra energy to train these Samor generals who were stationed in the area. They were only sent out by the Grand Duke Zhivadin every year for inspection and assessment, and were sent to the Samor War College in the south in batches on a monthly basis to learn the basics. Tactical command and training

"These generals! They really don't make people worry!" Fatty snorted helplessly. The leader of the Ete Banner, who was bent on claiming credit, didn't know yet that in Fatty's heart, he was already among the next batch to be trained at the War College. List.

The fat man fastened the loosened chain mail, straightened the corners of his slightly deceiving clothes, and waved to another Guards squadron captain who was on duty at the door, "Naren! Go tell Lidakus. I'll call him immediately." "Come on." The fat man pointed to the guards again, "You guys come with me, I don't believe what kind of monster the Western Alliance envoy can be! Haven't I, Samor, been afraid of anyone?"

"This little place is really bad!" Mao Mo Ai Xikai, who served as the host, sniffed. Mao Mo Ai Xikai, who was used to the cold weather in the snowy mountains, felt very uncomfortable with this warm weather.

The snowy mountain area is always cold, with heavy snowfall and thin air. Taking a bath is a very serious and potentially life-threatening matter. Even for a noble noble, taking a bath is like fighting a war. Generally, taking a bath once a year is good.

This was no problem in the snow-capped mountains, but after leaving the snow-capped mountains and coming to the relatively warm western plains, Maomo Aishikai felt something was wrong after not taking a bath for a long time. The warm weather in the tent made him feel unnatural, even with him. Lidakus, who was in charge of the reception, also kept talking to each other, and his eyes kept asking his niece, who was his deputy, for help.

Mao Mo Ai Xikai is the elder of the Mao Mo family. He is very senior in the family. He is the captain of the guard accompanying Mao Mo Dayin who was exiled to the west by the kingdom. He is stationed in the snow mountain area all year round. He is the leader of the Mao Mo family in the snow mountain area. Agent, this time Mao Modayin specially appointed him as the special envoy for the negotiations, which is more of a sincerity. The real person in charge is actually the accompanying deputy envoy Mao Mo Naqing.

It's a pity that the niece he asked for help didn't notice anything wrong with his uncle at this moment. She was looking blankly at the old long elm table in the middle of the large military tent.

The desk is filled with all kinds of documents, stacked on top of each other, like a mountain of papers. The old color of the desk makes people feel embarrassed and dazzling. On this desk, it is made of the highest grade Cerro cowhide. The large sewn tent looked particularly nondescript, like a prop used by a rural Tuzhou Feibu to show that he was just an elegant woman. There was nothing special about Zhejiang.

"What kind of table is this?" But the attentive Mao Monaqing didn't see it that way. As a well-educated aristocrat, the heavy meaning of the desk in front of her gave Mao Monaqing a strange feeling. Brown The edge of the curved wooden table is polished smooth, old The old paint has been polished to create a light reflection, so smooth that it can illuminate the silhouette of a person. The careful Mao Monaqing knows that this smooth, mirror-like feeling cannot be polished manually, but can only be achieved through experience. Years of friction can cause such an effect.

It is said that the invincible Fatty Samour also has many embarrassing habits. For example, he likes to wander around like a vulgar businessman, and he likes to number some of his daily necessities and carry them with the army. This desk is probably one of them. ,

Regarding these funny legends, many young western nobles mostly told them with contempt, and then covered their smiles with their hands to show their upbringing to please their beloved girls.

As the most beautiful woman in the West, Mao Mo Naqing has naturally heard of this somewhat spoof legend, and mostly laughed it off. How could the southern Samor overlord of the Fujia Kingdom care about such a small daily necessities, but now it seems Come on, this legend doesn’t seem to be completely groundless.

Looking at the smooth desk in front of her that could illuminate human figures, Mao Mo Naqing seemed to be able to smell an unconcealable smell of blood. The Samor Falcon that swept across the kingdom should be here. On this desk, he commanded a hundred thousand Samurs. The elites defeated the powerful northern tyrant Stian into a state of disarray.

The war trumpet sounds long,

The desperate fighting cries of the soldiers on both sides seemed to still be echoing on this plain and old desk.

Just think of Samor's generals gathered around this desk,

Countless bloody battles unfolded on this table, and countless heroes fell on this desk.

The simple words and pictures above all determine the direction in which Samor's sword will fall.

From the south of the Kingdom to the Kingdom of Kyoto. The lives of countless warriors, the fate of countless lords, and even the future of the entire Vecia are on this desk.

Peace-loving Mao Monaqing felt a chill coming from her heart.

I wonder if the fate of the West will also be decided on this desk? Can you put the drawn Samor sword back into its sheath? Can you do it?

Mao Mo Naqing felt a little dizzy in her mind, and the heavy burden on her shoulders made her a little breathless.

"Sir," a Samorian guard wearing elite mail walked in from outside the tent and whispered a few words in the ear of Lidakus, who was still chatting.

Lidakus, who was still eloquent just now, changed his expression.

"What? Don't you want the regent to see us?" Momo Aishike asked nervously, and then sighed, "I knew this matter would be difficult to handle!"

Mao Moai Xikai rubbed his hands hesitantly, confused for a moment.

The last time in Salan City, the embarrassment encountered by Special Envoy Samor was also heard by Maomo Aishikai who was staying in the Snow Mountain. Everyone knew that during this mission, he was a shield, and the real person in charge was the family member. Core member, Mao Monaqing

However, facing the future fate of the family, under the personal guidance of the old master, Maomo Aixikai, who was already in a semi-cultivated state, had to bite the bullet and take on this obviously scolded role.

"No, please don't get me wrong, special envoy!" Lidakus hesitated for a while, then said to Maomo Aishikai, who had a speculative expression on his face.

"The regent has agreed to your request for a meeting. I believe that you will see the regent soon. However, the regent is very puzzled by your arrival in such a hurry."

"Please rest assured, sir, we will explain this matter!" A clear female voice sounded from the Western Alliance mission opposite, attracting everyone's attention.

The pretty Mao Mo Naying stood up from the envoy group first and said, "This mission is top secret in the entire Western Alliance. Even our contemporary patriarch, Mr. Mao Mo Lavente, does not fully know the content of this mission. In order to keep it secret, even we ourselves only received the order early yesterday morning. I can responsibly say that except for the supreme leader of our Maomo family, Mr. Maomo Dayin, no other person will know."

"Well, I hope the regent will not pursue this matter, otherwise I will be harmed by that guy Ete!" Lidakus smiled bitterly,

In fact, I knew in my heart that due to Fatty Samour's pettiness, he would definitely be punished for receiving the envoy without permission this time, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Who told the Western Alliance to control the western wilderness leading to the northern grasslands?

In the past, most of the weapons shipped by the Lida family to the northern grasslands passed through the Western Alliance area. Offending the dominant family in the west would be a heavy blow to the family's business. Lidakus stood up and said to the ten Westerners sitting across from him. The alliance envoy made a noble salute and said, "I have an obligation to remind you all! The regent has not been in a good mood recently.

Especially the last time the Western Alliance rejected the good intentions of the United Nations, if the Western Alliance cannot show enough sincerity, this meeting may once again become the trigger of war! "

"I believe that the regent of the kingdom is a hero with a broad heart! He will not embarrass me. Little girl!" The pretty Mao Monaying bravely responded, sticking out her tongue at the corner of her slightly raised mouth, showing her smallness. His daughter's expression was like a snowy mountain cliff orchid that suddenly bloomed. Lidakus was stunned when he saw it.

"Okay, I like this sentence!" The fat man opened the door of the tent, strode in under the protection of several guards, waved to everyone, and asked everyone to sit down. Several close guards with cold expressions The guards stood on both sides of the main seat of the tent with swords in their hands, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly became cold and desolate.

"Although I am not a broad-minded hero, I am not a reckless man who holds grudges!" The fat man sat down on the main seat and smiled kindly at the nervous-looking people below. "When friends come, there is good wine, but when enemies come, there is good wine." With a sword, as long as he is a friend, I, Samor, will never treat him badly."

"Come, let's have a banquet!" The fat man waved to the guards outside, and the guards below quickly brought up the sumptuous banquet. This made everyone in Maomo, who had been extremely nervous just now, breathe a sigh of relief, and the oppressive air in the tent became... empty

"It seems that Fatty Samor is not a completely ungrateful person!" Mao Mo Naqing couldn't help but compare the bold young noble in front of her with the noble nobles she had met before.