Realm of Power

"Then let go of the corridor and let the Kugits wandering there pass.

The fat man looked carefully at the map, and suddenly a sentence popped out of his mouth that surprised all the generals.

"Order Salon's 30,000 Northern troops to withdraw to Moka City behind. If not necessary, do not provoke the Kugits passing through the corridor."

"Let go of the corridor?"

Hu Keqili glanced at the fat man in surprise to make sure that he had not heard wrongly.

This is so unlike the Iron-Blooded Fatty's usual style. If anyone dared to pass by the Fatty's house so provocatively before, he would definitely be jumped out and robbed by this excited guy. The Battle of the North is a living example, and the Ruidian people are nothing but When we took advantage of the road, the fat man led his army and suffered a big blow, almost burying hundreds of thousands of people in the snowy mountains.

Hu Keqili reminded carefully again, "Grand Duke, although the Green Corridor is not completely in our hands, it is our best way to march into Turga in the future. Is it too hasty to give up like this?"

"If you don't want to let go of your children, you can't trap the wolf. As the commander-in-chief of an army, you can't just focus on your own one-third of an acre of land. Otherwise, you will suffer a big loss." The fat man raised his head with excitement, and looked at several generals with sharp eyes. swept across the face

"Do you know why the Kugits, who have always avoided us, want to get close to the Green Corridor this time, even at the risk of angering us?" the fat man asked.

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and the generals looked at each other with blank expressions on their faces.

The Guards Corps had already set off from the northern front line when Fat Man went south. A month has passed, and who knows exactly what the Kugits in the north are going crazy about. They don’t celebrate a great victory, but they feel like they’ve been stabbed in the nest. mice, sneaking around the Green Corridor

"Do you know this place?"

The fat man suddenly stood up, strolled to the map on the long table, pointed at the top of the map, a small minaret logo, and asked Hu Keqili next to him

"Tulga?" Hu Keqili said softly

"Yes, Turga, all the answers are here," the fat man said with a solemn expression, "Right now, there is the most violent freezing rain in the history of the northern grasslands.

The low temperature and freezing rain that lasted for nearly a month and a half killed most of the livestock. Not only did they suffer heavy material losses, but even their ruling center, the holy city of Turga, collapsed due to continuous heavy rains. Now the Kugits are like a group of forced A pack of wolves in a blind corner will not hesitate to rush in and bite no matter how powerful the opponent is."

"Whoever takes it personally will die." The fat man withdrew his finger from the map, looked out the window solemnly, and sighed, "We only have 40,000 people from Salon in the north. Even if we add the 20,000 people from the Duowei tribe, it will still be no more." If 60,000 people want to fight in the field with 200,000 Kugits who are driven crazy, it is no different than seeking death. Instead of having a meaningless fight, it is better to lead this disaster away from the direction of Turga."

"But if we abandon the Green Corridor, the Kugits will direct their attacks at Wikiya, which is closest to them. Didn't we also lose our most forward line of defense?"

General Samor stood up with a worried expression and expressed his opinion to the fat man.

"You are right," the fat man nodded and said solemnly. "Because of this, the Kugits really dare to go out in full force. On the east side of the Green Corridor is the Kugit East Courtyard with only a few sentries, and in the southeast It is the northern part of Ruidian, which is full of chaos. Compared with the 60,000 troops we retreated to Molin City in the south, these two areas, anyone who is not a fool knows how to choose."

The fat man looked at the generals who suddenly realized it, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.

"Anyway, northern Ruidian is in chaos, and we don't care about hundreds of thousands more Kugits coming to eat. When both sides have had enough trouble and are tired of fighting, we only need to close the door of the Green Corridor with a flick of a finger. , Turga, with an empty nest of troops, can still escape from our grasp.

"What if the Kugits return to attack?" another General Samor said.

"Are you still afraid that the Kugits will compete with us as infantrymen in Wikiya? That's what we started with." The fat man waved his hand in a teasing tone.

"Ha ha"

There was a roar of laughter in the hall,

The generals were amused by the fat man's words, and the tense atmosphere just now disappeared.

This is not the first time that everyone has done this thing of sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight, and in the end taking advantage. Thinking of the Kugits and Ruidian people, these two old enemies who had fought against each other in the past were cheated together,

Everyone felt as refreshed as eating ice and snow on a dog day in June.

Hu Keqili stood up with admiration and said, "I will go and convey this order to the commander of the Salon Army."

“No rush”

The fat man waved his hand to him, pointed to the corner of the map and said

"This time, not only Salon's army will retreat, but also Caesar Sauron on the central border will make a show of recuperating after the war. I summoned you here this time, not just to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. Simple, since we have lit the first fire, we must not let this fire go out."

"The Grand Duke wants us, the Guards Corps, to stand by in the central area, and when necessary, turn into an unexpected sharp sword and pierce the chest of the giant beast Ruidian in one fell swoop?"

Hu Keqili blinked his eyes. As expected of Fatty's confidant, he was the first to react to Fatty's tone.

"You're right." The fat man nodded with an affirmative look, and tapped the center of the map with his finger. "The Ruidian people are not fools. According to reliable information, they have secretly been in league with the Nords, taking over the richest people in the south." Surro County was ceded to the Nords in exchange for a brief period of peace in the south.

Now, the six legions of the Ruidian Southern Army plus the local troops gathered from various places in Palaven, nearly 300,000 people have spread along the Palavon line. The good days of the Kugits are coming to an end."

"300,000 people"

There was a sound of inhalation in the hall, and the generals who were excited just now and were ready to move turned slightly pale.

Even the brave Hu Keqili looked ugly. No one expected that the Ruidian people, who had suffered continuous setbacks, would actually have such strong strength.

The fat man looked at the pale faces of the generals next to him and said with a leisurely expression, "Now you know why I let them go back after surrounding a hundred thousand Ruidian Northern Army."

If we really kill all these 100,000 people, even if Rui Erdian fights for his life, he will pour out the anger of these 300,000 troops on me, Wikiya.

Well now, we got a big deal, and the Kugits helped us take the blame for the sneak attack from behind."

“It’s so messy”

General Samor looked at the map under Fatty and shook his head secretly with emotion. The most powerful country in the mainland has now become a vegetable market. Anyone with some strength wants to shout at it.

In the relaxed tone of the Grand Duke, it was more like discussing how to sneak under his feet and seize the fattest and largest territory in this chaotic market when others are not paying attention.

Who knows, despite how fierce the Kugit people are now, it is actually impossible for them to stay in Ruidian permanently. They come like the wind, and after plundering, they will return to the Kugit grassland.

Because they know that in the northern part of Ruidian where the towns are densely packed, the advantage of the Kujit cavalry coming and going will be greatly reduced. When it comes to strict formal combat, the Kujit have never even passed the standard.

As for the Redians, the north has long been a mess and there is nothing left to take care of. Either we don’t fight this counterattack, or we must fight with thunder and clear holes. It is extremely bloody. After all, there are Nords in the south. , in the west there is Vekia, and in the east there are Dorok people who have been making trouble with them.

"If we continue to put up a strong military posture on the border, Ruidian's 300,000 troops will quickly defeat the Kugits and make us a target of revenge.

"Is 300,000 people a lot?" The fat man looked at the unkind faces of the generals on both sides, and curled his lips with disdain, "Are there not many Ruidian people who have died in our hands? If they still fight in the same way, they will With the addition of 300,000, I am confident that I can defeat them in one fell swoop.”

"What we have to do this time is to give this exhausted behemoth a fatal blow."

The fat man's voice paused, and his fingers drew a strange curve on the map. It made a big circle from the newly occupied Eberron area, and then like a falling sword, it slid all the way to Palaven, the center of Renidian.

Eberron

The warm and gentle morning light gently fell on the back of Eberron Castle, reflecting the densely packed houses below the castle, revealing a faint melancholy beauty. Since the Vekian army took over this place, it has become a gathering place for smugglers and the starting point for many businessmen's dreams of getting rich.

Merchant ships from the Wekia region kept docking, and there was an endless stream of people everywhere. All the berths of the port and pier by the river are filled with merchant ships of all sizes.

The workers moving the goods came and went like ants, carrying large and small bags of supplies on their shoulders. What is unloaded from the merchant ship is mainly the most recently sold iron ore and various daily consumer goods, while what is carried onto the merchant ship is mainly production materials such as ore and wood that are turned over through the river behind.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, casting a long shadow of the sailboat's tall mast onto the pier of Port Eberron.

A large merchant ship with a thick appearance slowly docked.

This ship is not much different from other merchant ships, but there is a very special flag hanging on the top of the mast, with a little blue seagull spreading its wings and about to fly.

At a glance, others would know that this was a Hulin smuggling ship with the logo of a business group. These ships from the southern seas often carry precious cargo that makes everyone jealous.

The commercial department of Wikiia usually gives priority to such ships, but the port terminal is too crowded, and the military control department cannot make room for them to dock.

The springboard was set up on the trestle. A few big men in black came down first and took control of the position near the trestle with murderous intent. These people were all about thirty years old and had fierce expressions.

With his bronze skin, you can tell at a glance that he is a sailor who lives on the water all year round. They wore black short coats, revealing their strong arms. The sea breeze blew from time to time, and occasionally they revealed the Hulin scimitars stuck at their waists. . ..