Realm of Power

"No, that's absolutely not the case."

At the temporary military situation analysis meeting convened by Prince Ruedian II, the attitude of the new Minister of Military Affairs Bodak seemed a little abnormal from the beginning.

Faced with the two most trusted young officers of the second prince, Marquis Tangsari of the Sixth Banner Regiment and Marquis Heli of the Seventh Banner Regiment, they submitted a dozen-page report about some of the southern noble armies outside Palavon. Severe accusations of wanton looting that resulted in the ransacking of six towns and the casualties of more than 3,000 civilians.

This handsome minister with a bit of venom in his face denied it almost without hesitation, and said righteously, "With such an attitude, we should treat someone who is full of loyalty and unwilling to come all the way to support His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Volunteer warriors, don’t you feel chilled?

You know, we are on the same front, and what we are facing with our spears should be the punitive forces outside the city, not our own people." It seemed that he felt something from this unusual attack at the court meeting. The Minister of Military Affairs looked livid. The voices of arguments and the aggressive cold gazes plunged the entire court meeting into an embarrassing atmosphere from the beginning.

"This is such a ridiculous group of bandits. Do you really think they can claim to be volunteers by relying on His Highness's name?"

The words of an unknown guy in the ranks of the cutting-edge officers soon became the trigger for the conflict between the cutting-edge faction and the southern faction. Both factions had the army in their hands, so they naturally did not have much scruples in taking action.

Soon, the solemn court meeting became a battlefield where the two factions of military generals performed all-out martial arts. Although according to the Ruidian system, those entering the court meeting hall were not allowed to carry weapons.

But this does not prevent these excited generals from using their fists, feet, and everything else they can pick up as tools to prove their worth.

The generals who were struggling with each other, the voices of accusations and curses made the serious court meeting look like a vegetable market where the stalls were knocked over. The only one who remained calm was probably the second prince who was watching indifferently from his seat. He was uncertain. on his face, no one knows what he is thinking

A group of palace guard knights heard the sound and rushed over. They used thick metal shields to separate the two sides who were already bruised and swollen.

"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. I really think that if I put on a layer of skin, I can become a high-ranking noble." A dozen cutting-edge officers separated by shields looked angrily at the Southern nobles rolling on the ground opposite.

This is the inevitable result of the accumulation of internal conflicts. Since the influence of the southern noble army gradually penetrated into Palavon, the voices of dissatisfaction among the new officers who originally followed the second prince have become louder and louder.

Palavon is so big, and its population and resources have been exhausted in several wars. It is really unable to satisfy the two large military groups' demands for power and plunder of resources.

Everyone wants to be the boss of this city, risking being wiped out and seizing control of the city in the rebellion. Naturally, it is impossible for the new faction to give up the power they have gained with blood and reputation to the southern faction with ill-intentioned intentions. As for the Southern faction, in addition to the careerists who hold the dream of flying into the sky, they are the poor people in the South who are moving towards the wealth in their hearts when they are desperate.

As outsiders, they have no feelings for this land. Many people want to grab it and run away. Facing the things they have coveted for a long time, they have nothing, so naturally they have nothing to worry about. For them, This city is just another exquisite trophy on their way to seize wealth.

Robbery and killing have never stopped in the cities outside Palavon. First the Dongting people, and then the southern nobles. The refugees were displaced and had no way to go. The turbulent social environment made

Although the conflict between the army in the city and the aristocratic army in the south has not reached the level of tension, many fierce conflicts have broken out. If it were not for the fact that the crusade bureau outside the city was too powerful, it would take the two forces to join forces to resist. The two forces In the meantime, I might have started a fight already.

What a relief. A new officer licked the blood on his fist with unsatisfied intention. There was a faint salty smell of blood. It was the blood of a southern noble. They were real front-line commanders and had experienced iron and steel many times. The cruel battle of blood is absolutely powerful when used. Compared with these small nobles in the south, who are mostly soft and like local rich men,

They spent almost no effort to achieve a comprehensive and overwhelming advantage. What's more, they had already gotten the hint this time. As long as they didn't kill anyone, everything else didn't matter.

There is no leeway to move his hands, and his arms, which are used to wielding heavy weapons, are extremely terrifying.

The southern faction was in bad luck this time. They were beaten to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers. Despite the loud slogans they usually shouted, how could these little southern aristocrats who had never experienced combat be a match for the powerful professional soldiers?

However, in less than half an hour, the whole army was completely defeated. The fourteen southern nobles, without exception, were all injured and fell to the ground. The most minor one also had a broken rib, and the most serious ones were already injured. Lying on the ground, he could only vent his anger, and his face was dripping with blood.

Even the new Minister of War, the Marquis of Bodac, was not spared.

The leader of the Southern faction has always been known for being arrogant and domineering. He relies on the support of the second prince every time and acts arbitrarily with an arrogant tone. Since taking over the Ministry of Military Affairs, he has changed the way to reduce the material supply of the cutting-edge faction. , even the most ordinary soldiers know that the best weapons must be for the southern aristocratic army, then the city guard, and finally the new army, which naturally became the focus of this new officer army's rampage. ,

"Beat him, beat him up, these country bumpkins who don't know the heights of heaven and earth." The cutting-edge officers shouted excitedly. Some watched the excitement, and some took the opportunity to kick them.

Countless fists fell on the head of the Minister of Military Affairs from all directions.

Things developed too fast. Before the young powerful minister could react, he was beaten until he screamed and rolled all over the floor.

When the knights of the guard forcibly dragged him out from under the riding boots of several new officers, Marquis Bodak covered his crotch with his hands and curled up unnaturally. His expression of pain completely changed his handsome face. It looked like a dying, defeated wild dog, with its fur falling off and lying on the ground, and its miserable appearance made people howl.

"You... you rebels..." Marquis Bodak shivered in pain and shouted in a hesitant voice. His expensive clothes were torn open, revealing the uneven inner chainmail. He was lucky enough to survive. His arms and neck were bruised and bruised, and blood oozed from the area where the mail was close to his abdomen.

"Presumptuous, what do you want to do?"

Feeling that the time was almost up, the second prince pretended to be angry and stood up from his seat. His sharp eyes swept over a dozen cutting-edge officers who were bowing their heads and saying nothing.

"Peng" the second prince slammed his hand on the table and cursed, "Look what you have done. You dare to beat the kingdom's ministers in front of me in the sacred hall of the court. You still have me in your eyes." Is there still a kingdom? Come on, arrest all these people who don’t know etiquette immediately.”

"Yes." The palace guard knights outside the door swarmed up and pinned down a dozen young officers with their hands.

"Your Highness, these are all national traitors. It is really difficult for me to control the anger in my heart before I take action." Although they were suppressed by several tall and strong guard knights, these dozen new officers still shouted uncompromisingly, It looked extremely tragic in the court hall

"Shut up, do you know what you are doing?" His Highness glared angrily, pointed at the southern nobles lying on the ground, and sternly asked, "These are all loyal ministers loyal to the kingdom, but what have you done? If it is rumored that If we go out, will anyone respond to the call?"

"Your Highness," Your Highness, do you still remember the oath you made when you started the army?

"Marquis Hery, the leader of the Seventh Banner, shouted. His hands were pressed behind by the Guards cavalry, his disheveled head was still raised, his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and he shouted with exhausting grief and indignation, "These southern moths are worse than Those in high positions are even more hateful. They are the real rebels."

"Detain them all," the second prince waved his hand and ordered with a cold face. The knights of the guard quickly escorted more than a dozen new officers out of the hall.

"Thank you. Thank you, Your Highness, for seeking justice for me."

Marquis Bodak looked moved and wanted to get up, but he couldn't get up after trying several times. Instead of getting up, he was shivering in pain. These new officers were too cruel. If they weren't wearing a pair of underwear, A, I will definitely have a few broken ribs on my body.

"Mr. Bodak, it was me who failed to control my men and failed to protect you." The second prince hurriedly walked down and supported the crumbling Marquis Bodak with both hands. His face was full of guilt and his eyes were filled with big tears. Wandering around, just like the wise monarch in the legend, grieving that his most beloved minister was injured,

"Your Highness..." Bodak's face was stunned, and his pale face turned red with excitement. With the support of His Highness, Marquis Bodak stood up unsteadily.

The sun shines in from the slope of the hall, dragging the shadows of the two people together. Those who don't know will definitely be moved to tears by this picture of the king and his ministers cherishing each other.

"Come here, please quickly carry Lord Bodak and all the brave ministers to the cabinet of the palace to find the best doctors to take care of them. No one is allowed to disturb you without my permission."

The second prince waved and shouted to the attendants behind him. The palace attendants wearing yellow and red clothes quickly found stretchers and carried the southern nobles all over the floor into the inner courtyard of the palace.

After all the ministers were carried away, the hall immediately seemed empty. The second prince, who had looked serious just now, suddenly showed a conspiratorial smile on his lips, "Plais, you can catch them all in one fell swoop. This is really wonderful."