Realm of Power

559 Conflict between North and South

Hu Tu Beien's c Huntian is undoubtedly very warm. This city is surrounded by mountains, there is no biting cold wind blowing, no ice and snow cover,

Surrounded by the steaming mist of countless hot springs,

The whole city looked hazy, with water mist floating and rainbows across it, like a fairyland.

The sky observatory on the top of the mountain vaguely reveals its pointed roof amid the dreamlike mist and rainbow.

Round statues, white marble monuments, wide and straight streets, and white paths carefully paved with cobblestones,

No matter who sees it, it is definitely an ancient, quiet, beautiful and warm city.

Early in the morning, the carriage of Duke Finlan of Salander set off from his home. The carriage was traveling at a steady speed on the street. Duke Fenlang, who was sitting in the carriage, kept exhaling white breath.

He was the lord of the Red region in the south of Salander. Due to the attack of the Normans, he was forced to give up his territory and fled to Kyoto for refuge. This time, he was assigned to the north as one of the adjutants assigned by Kyoto to the Northern Commander-in-Chief. Territory to serve,

The beautiful scenery in front of him made his eyes flash with an inexplicable emotion.

Hu Tubein was particularly cold this year, and he needed to keep rubbing his hands and feet to keep them warm, so as not to freeze them accidentally.

A gust of cold wind blew, but this did not stop his imagination,

This place looks so much like our own Ruide Mountain area. At this moment, it should also be filled with wild flowers.

Duke Finlan sighed and couldn't help but tighten his leather jacket, but he still couldn't help but shiver.

The streets were deserted and there were no pedestrians in sight. Many of the upper berths had their doors closed, with big words such as "Graduation" written on them.

Apparently the owner was ready to pack up and leave Hutubein.

Now everyone knows that the economic center of the north is the newly rising Heckland.

I heard that it has become the largest trading port in the north, with more than a hundred ships coming and going every day.

Just thinking about it makes people feel excited, and such a rich land flowing with gold is in the hands of a little lord named Heck.

I don’t know how much benefit the northern lords received from this guy, but they were willing to hand over their fleet to him for unified management.

This is something that cannot be tolerated under any circumstances.

This is a big gold mine, how can it be controlled by these humble guys? It is said that there are some shadows of Kyoto adults behind this matter, but so what,

Is it possible that Lord Jehard has a strong background?

That was the minister-general of the north appointed by His Majesty the King. He had full authority over all affairs in the north and was a famous general who fought against the Normans.

In addition to the 2,000 brave and skilled Mamunuk knights who came with him, he also had the full authorization of His Majesty King Lagla. As long as necessary, Lord Jehard can deal with any opponent at will.

Not to mention the showy northern governor, who turned pale with fright when he saw this document.

Even those little northern lords who were still howling at first did not dare to take a breath in front of Lord Jehard.

If we have to count some resistance, probably only the woman named Laiya used illness as an excuse to refuse to handle the official documents issued by the Consulate General.

But just a small Hek leader wants to fight against the iron hoof of the Mamunuk Army led by Lord Jhark. That is simply a fool's errand.

Lord Jharke didn't touch her entirely for the sake of her dead father, but this situation will definitely not last long.

At this time, Duke Fenlang suddenly caught a glimpse of an extremely simple carriage turning out of the alley beside him.

The coachman's face was wrapped in a veil, so he couldn't see clearly, but he had a graceful figure and could tell that he was a woman.

There is no family emblem on the carriage mén, only a white star mark.

It was the carriage of the Starry Sky Temple. Duke Fenlang was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Through the thin sand of the carriage, he could vaguely see a woman sitting inside,

"She? Why did you arrive early?"

That graceful and elegant star-like back made Duke Fenlang's eyes fixed on him. His long hair was like a waterfall, and his elegant plain clothes eclipsed the mixed colors in the city.

Duke Fenlang's expression paused, revealing a hint of unexpected joy. He had long heard that she was coming, but he didn't expect that she would actually come.

She was referring to the Kingdom's Starry Sky Sacrifice, which presides over the Winter Veil Festival.

This is a hidden trump card. It is said that the person with the toughest attitude now is Miss Nilay, who is in charge of the affairs of Heck territory.

And this powerful young lady is the starry sky priest’s favorite concubine. As long as she comes forward, no matter how sick Nilai is, she will have to come to see the teacher in person. Then nothing will be a problem.

As we approached the center of the city, people occasionally passed by on the streets, walking quickly and silently with their heads hunched over, their whole bodies trembling in the cold wind.

Only a small group of Mamunuk cavalry appeared from time to time, wearing bright armor full of accessories, holding sharp swords, and looking at everyone on the street with hostile eyes, as if they were all from Normandy. Human passion.

Duke Fenlang saw the simple carriage slowly retreating in front,

There, a group of Salander City guards escorted a dozen teenagers who were only about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Those young men all had their heads drooped, and some were still crying softly. No matter how much the city guards beat them, they were unwilling to move.

"Damn it, how could she run into such a thing?"

Duke Fenlong cursed inwardly and quickly ordered the car to stop.

It was too late. Everyone knew that the contemporary star priest was not only the most beautiful woman in the Kingdom of Kyoto, but also a pacifist.

Sure enough, he heard a faint and crisp female voice from the carriage in front of him asking

"What's going on? What crime did they commit?"

The leading city guard officer clearly recognized the mark of the Star Temple on the carriage. After hesitating for a while, he stood at attention and answered, explaining the whole story.

It turned out that these teenagers were captured from the homes of residents in the city and sent to the army in Kyoto to serve. Because they resisted military service and hid from the enemy, they were tied up with ropes.

With the continuous defeats on the front line, Kyoto was seriously short of troops.

For this reason, the new Northern General, Gerhardo, ordered all men in the northern territories between the ages of 12 and 50. All of them must serve in the military.

These teenagers are just thirteen years old. Although their parents have proved that they are not yet thirteen years old,

the general leader did not hesitate to order them to be taken back to the barracks.

Duke Fenlong is of course aware of this decree.

In fact, it was Duke Fenlong who proposed this method. This method has already been implemented in Kyoto, otherwise Kyoto would not have been able to withstand the repeated attacks of the Normandy people.

"How can the general leader do this? These are still children."

A woman in a plain light yellow long skirt slowly came out of the carriage.

Seeing the seven-star robe on this woman, all the Salander soldiers knelt down hurriedly.

This is a beautiful woman who is enough to make any man unforgettable.

The slender melon-seed face, the slightly pointed chin, the pointed chin, and the straight nose bridge show her strong and unyielding character.

The long black and smooth hair was draped over her shoulders, shining with an enviable luster.

The faint eyebrows were a bit like the shape of a crescent moon, and the two sides were gently raised, like a small butterfly about to fly. Below the eyebrows were light blue deep eyes.

Her appearance was like a crescent moon climbing up the night sky, with an indescribable euphemism.

She looked at the young men who were not yet mature with sympathy, sighed helplessly, and got back on the carriage.

Although she was the highest-level starry sky priest in the kingdom, she had no power to interfere in military affairs.

Thinking of these innocent young men who might not know what real war was like, and who would accept the beckoning of the god of death in the near future,

her heart could not help but feel a wave of pain.

This was the case in Kyoto, let alone in other places. Perhaps those young men who were only eleven or twelve years old would also be forcibly conscripted to fill the vacancies in the army.

As the war became more and more intense, more and more soldiers were added to the rear, and there was even a strange phenomenon that the number of troops was several times more than before the defeat.

However, who would believe that these forcibly captured teenagers could play a role on the battlefield?

In addition to using their thin bodies to resist the Normandy butcher's knife, what else can they do?

Perhaps, the only way out for the Kingdom of Sarande is to end the war as soon as possible.