Realm of Power

565 fangs (2)

While the two women in front were talking, the fat man also rode a horse and leaned against a carriage. It was Jesug's carriage. However, it was a good opportunity to learn the internal secrets of Salander's army. The fat man would not let it go.

Before the fat man got close, several Mamunuk knights blocked the way with nervous expressions, and asked with slightly trembling voices, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to see your heads." The fat man smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised a bottle of strong liquor in his hand and said, "It is not suitable to drink when you are injured, but I know my strength. Internal injuries are more terrible than external injuries. If you don't use strong liquor to activate blood circulation, , even if the palm on your head is healed, you will never have the chance to pick up the sword again.

"Boss, don't listen to his nonsense. How is such a thing possible? He must have a plan."

The hands of several Mamunuk knights were holding the hilts of their swords, and they were saying extremely tough words. However, the hands holding the hilts of the swords were trembling slightly, and there was a look of fear in their eyes.

They knew what a terrifying figure the seemingly harmless fat man in front of them was. Thinking about that sharp sword flash, it still made people feel chills in their hearts. If they really took action, the dozens of them would probably be killed. No match for this fat man

"Haha, thanks to you, Mamunuk, who calls himself a hero, doesn't even have such courage."

The fat man sneered. Regardless of the obstruction in front of him, he took a few steps forward until he came to these fierce-looking Mamunuk knights. His eyes swept over them like knives.

The faces of several Mamunuk knights turned pale with fright, and they almost had the urge to turn around and run away immediately. The fat man's aura was so strong that even the several capable Mamunuk knights on his side were unable to stop him. The certainty of its shocking blow

"Your Excellency has already won, why are you still fighting every step of the way?" Yesug's weak voice came from the carriage,

The expressions of several Mamunuk knights changed. It could be heard that the voices were mixed with some painful gasps. It seemed that what the fat man said was not completely deceptive.

"Miss Parstina is Nile's most respected mentor, and you are the escort knights of mentor Parstina. I don't need them to have a grudge because of this matter. Then we men are not worthy of even a woman." Worse than anything else”

"The fat man looked serious, and said in a slow voice under the hostile gazes of several Mamunuks. His powerful momentum made several Mamunuk knights dare not refute.

"Boss, don't listen to him, maybe he wants to murder..." A young Mamunuk quickly shouted into the car,

"Let him come in. If he wanted to harm me, he could have killed me just now."

Yesug's eyes flickered, he hesitated for a moment, and whispered to the subordinates outside the door, "I was the one who provoked him first. Even if he is killed, it will only be considered as self-inflicted humiliation. I owe him a life. If he really wants to take it away, , I have nothing to complain about”

“A warrior indeed”

The fat man secretly praised him, and under the glare of several Mamunuk knights, he slowly walked onto the carriage and saw Yesug lying on the carriage seat with a pale face, his injured palm bandaged.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was awkward;

The fat man sat down opposite Yesug, placed the strong drink in his hand heavily on the table, and said solemnly, "Drink some. Treatment of internal injuries is very troublesome and time-consuming. Your palm bones have been cracked. You are drunk." Only then will you feel no pain."

"Thanks"

Yesuge said in a low voice, "You're welcome. He has already risked his life. In front of this fat man, he doesn't even have the capital to be proud. The battle just now destroyed his pride and shattered his dreams. Without even looking at it, he picked up the wine glass with his uninjured left hand and trembled slightly. He raised his head and took a deep sip. The strong wine entered his throat, and it felt like it was lit by fire.

"Ahem..."

Because he drank too fast, he choked on the strong wine and coughed violently. His weak body was like a crooked shrimp, completely different from the vigorous and unrestrained person he had been when he came just now.

After a while, Yesug raised his face full of alcohol and said with a painful expression.

"Actually, you don't need to be like this at all. You are the lord, and I am just a Mamunuk knight. A Mamunuk knight who was defeated in a challenge is not qualified to be respected." At this point , Yesug’s voice paused, and he said slowly with a painful expression, “Originally, after this mission, I might be promoted to a general of the Mamunuk Army because of my outstanding performance some time ago, but now, I think I He will only be able to join the original army and continue to drop a cannon fodder charging at the front line."

"No way," the fat man said with a surprised look, "It shouldn't be that serious. You are a senior Mamunuk knight. With your status, you can command at least 1,000 Mamunuk knights."

"Haha, senior Mamunuk knight..."

Yesug's eyes were already hazy with drunkenness, and with a self-deprecating look on his face, he curled his lips in disdain and said

"The kingdom had about 15,000 Mamunuk knights before the war. As the war became more urgent, Kyoto recruited Mamunuk knights from among the nobles in Kyoto in order to expand its soldiers and combat power.

Those low-level officials in charge of recruitment, regardless of whether these nobles can fight, can get the status of Mamunuk Knights as long as they pay money. As a result, things like Mamunuk Knights are now ruined in Kyoto.

It can also scare foreigners who don’t know the situation. There are more than 4,000 senior Mamunuk knights like me in Kyoto, not to mention those local lords who have self-proclaimed themselves. I’m afraid the total is more than 6,000. Count "

"6,000 senior Mamunuk knights..."

The fat man's eyes twitched unnaturally. He could tell that the current main force of the Kingdom of Salander was just a bunch of new recruits. Even the elite troops such as the senior Mamunuk Knights were so corrupted that the other ordinary soldiers were so rotten. The Mamunuk Knights can be ignored at all.

As the conversation progressed, the opponents who were fighting to the death just now seemed particularly harmonious at the moment.

"Wine is indeed a good thing." The fat man looked at Yesug, who had already drank half the bottle, and began to ask about the domestic branches of special knights like the Mamunuk Knights. Only after asking did he know that Salander was The country is so interesting,

There are more than 60 Mamunuk regiments in Salander. It can be said that there are many regiments. However, when it comes to combat power, there is a huge difference. There are entire regiments with up to 1,000 people. This kind of regiments are all The main army of the kingdom, with fierce combat missions, also gets the most rewards and merits.

In the past, these regiment commanders would have become instructors in the Kingdom Academy with full honors and become role models for the young Mamunuk knights. They were called senior Mamunuk knights, just like the saints on the opposite side. Like a knight, the role of role model is greater than one's own combat effectiveness.

There are also some particularly outstanding Mamunuk army commanders who have the honor of serving in the Ministry of Military Affairs, but in the history of Mamunuk, there are only a few comfortable ones.

Most of them are mid-level officers on the front line. They have rich combat experience, but lack the necessary overall view. Most of them enter the Ministry of Military Affairs only for some training tasks. In the Ministry of Military Affairs, a department controlled by upper-class nobles, these Mamunu People who were born in K knights are not as prosperous as imagined.

They are brave warriors, but not qualified commanders. This is also the reason why the Ministry of Military Affairs selected them. Many of the tasks they are responsible for are handled by these experienced senior Mamunuk knights.

There is also a Mamunuk cavalry regiment, called the White Iron Regiment. It has less than a hundred people and bears the name of a regiment. In fact, it is just an honorary cavalry used by many southern lords to show off their wealth and strength.

They wore extremely gorgeous but impractical white iron armor, the kind that could tear a hole with just a slight swipe. They held spears or shields wrapped in thin metal skin in their hands, because too heavy armor would weigh down the war horses. Get angry,

They like to let the war horses under their crotches take elegant and dizzy steps, gallop amidst the screams of countless women, and use the invincible momentum and the elegance of the knights to paddle the shining golden horses in their hands. The spear brought out a dazzling light above the head, and then pierced the wooden rake in front of him with a fierce spear like lightning.

But in the eyes of discerning people, these are simply a bunch of useless showpieces. In addition to being able to win some attention from women, it is more of a kind of self-indulgence that I don’t know.

This kind of custom is extremely common in the southern areas near the coast. The vast sea has isolated invasion from the outside world. Hundreds of years of peace have made this place a luxurious and ignorant haven. Nobles compete with each other. Worry, most Salanders believe that as long as these strong and handsome Mamunuk knights are around, their safety can be ignored.

At the beginning of the war, it was because the southern lords placed too much trust in this vulnerable cavalry that they were beaten to a pulp by the powerful Normandy infantry in several battles.

They retreated all the way from Ye's beach to Kyoto. At the meeting in Kyoto, this kind of cavalry whose honor guard was greater than its combat capability was retrained amidst various condemnations and doubts.

And Yesug, who was alone and drunk in front of the fat man, was once one of them.

Everyone has his own childhood, and in childhood, he always has all kinds of strange dreams. He thinks that one day, he can become a warrior who is admired by others, or a hero who saves the kingdom.

Many people have had this kind of experience. It has always been Yesug’s dream.

Yesug still remembers the scene when his teacher won the championship in the Kyoto exhibition competition and caused a sensation in Kyoto. Without this war, he might have become a being like his teacher, instead of always being a person in the eyes of others like he is now. The "White Iron Knight" who cannot be trusted